sugarskullxx84
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She stands with her legs apart.
She faces the wall.
Her breathing increases.
She waits for the Master.
She needs him To feel him.
To please him.
Her arms are bound above her head.
Her legs are bound at her ankles.
She stands there.
Naked.
Waiting.
Yearning.
Dripping...
She hears his steps as he walks behind her.
Her heart quickens with anticipation.
Her head falls back against his.
He tells her that She Is His.
She begins to speak, He won’t let her.
He applies the mouth Piece He whispers NO.
With that final breath,
She is his.
She is at his will.
His mercy.
He is aware that she Is his.
That he is in full control.
She serves no other master.
He places his thigh between her Legs.
A breeze from the open window,
Gently entangles itself around her body.
Her nipples are aroused by the cold.
Yet he is close to her,
She can feel the heat from his body.
He runs his course hand down her back,
Across her waist,
Up her stomach,
Over her breasts, and
Down to her thighs.
His touch is welcoming.
It’s something she craves.
It is something she needs to exist.
He gently wraps the blindfold Across her eyes.
He grabs her hair and pulls her Head to his face.
He whispers in her ear “With this I blind you, you no longer
Want anyone but me. I am the only one You need.
Who is your master?”
Quietly she responds,
“You sir.”
He bites into her shoulder.
She quivers in pleasure.
He continues to bite down her back.
He drags his nails down her sides.
She moans in pleasure.
He stands quickly.
Pulling her hair.
“You are to be silent, slave.”
He reaches for the mouth restraint.
Applying it tightly to her mouth.
He whispers, “You will be silent in my presence.”
She faces the wall.
Her breathing increases.
She waits for the Master.
She needs him To feel him.
To please him.
Her arms are bound above her head.
Her legs are bound at her ankles.
She stands there.
Naked.
Waiting.
Yearning.
Dripping...
She hears his steps as he walks behind her.
Her heart quickens with anticipation.
Her head falls back against his.
He tells her that She Is His.
She begins to speak, He won’t let her.
He applies the mouth Piece He whispers NO.
With that final breath,
She is his.
She is at his will.
His mercy.
He is aware that she Is his.
That he is in full control.
She serves no other master.
He places his thigh between her Legs.
A breeze from the open window,
Gently entangles itself around her body.
Her nipples are aroused by the cold.
Yet he is close to her,
She can feel the heat from his body.
He runs his course hand down her back,
Across her waist,
Up her stomach,
Over her breasts, and
Down to her thighs.
His touch is welcoming.
It’s something she craves.
It is something she needs to exist.
He gently wraps the blindfold Across her eyes.
He grabs her hair and pulls her Head to his face.
He whispers in her ear “With this I blind you, you no longer
Want anyone but me. I am the only one You need.
Who is your master?”
Quietly she responds,
“You sir.”
He bites into her shoulder.
She quivers in pleasure.
He continues to bite down her back.
He drags his nails down her sides.
She moans in pleasure.
He stands quickly.
Pulling her hair.
“You are to be silent, slave.”
He reaches for the mouth restraint.
Applying it tightly to her mouth.
He whispers, “You will be silent in my presence.”
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