curious young girl wants to meet a slavemaster

[loveangel]

for several years, i had fantasized about being a slave girl for a strict, cruel master. now the time had finally come. after getting up my nerve, i answered an ad in the paper and went to meet a dominant slave master. he had instructed me how to dress and behave, so i nervously knocked at his door. i hoped i could overcome my anxiety and serve my master properly. when he opened the door, i did just as he had instructed me. kneeling before him, i parted my lips invitingly. he shut the door, then unzipped his pants. pulling out his rigid cock, he steps forward. he slides his member into my soft, wet mouth. he is a complete stranger, yet i am willingly performing oral sex on him. this is the fulfillment of my dreams! i have never met this man before, yet i am allowing him to violate me in this intensely personal manner. at this moment, i am ready to do anything he tells me. i feel like such a slut as i begin to suck on his throbbing cock. i can taste his precum and urine as i lick the swollen head. it tastes so nasty and i feel like i'm going to throw up. but i supress the urge to gag and swallow the slimy mixture of semen and urine. i can't wait to gulp down the rest of his hot load! i begin to suck harder and he grips my hair and fucks my face. oooh master.... i moan with his penis in my mouth. use me!

 

[TexasKnight]

ooc: Hi, do you mind if I take the part of the cruel dom?

 

[loveangel]

sure, go ahead

 

[brunoone]

At 6'2", I tower over your kneeling form. My manner of quiet authority makes me even more imposing. Large rough fingers find their way among the locks of your hair, closing confidently into a fist. Tugging at your mane angles your face upward, forcing your eyes to meet mine.

The billiard ball of my cock head bobs threateningly at the back of your throat... yet I've still got quite a few more inches of uncut meat to feed you. My phantom blue eyes trap you in their silent gaze. I smile slowly through the manicured tendrils of a blond goatee... then slide almost all of my remaining length along your outstretched tongue. On the brief outstrokes, the sculpted blue veins on my shaft glisten with your spit. After a few minutes of my sawing into your willingly parted lips, it might be difficult for an observer to determine if you were lunging toward me in hungry lust or if I was impaling you with the controlled strokes of a possessive face-fuck. Both are true, of course; there is as much desire in your submission as in my aggression.

"A little deeper now," I warn in a warm baritone, firmly announcing my intent to press my throbbing purple helmet into your esophagus. In seconds, I'll know the extent of your cocksucking skill. I wonder if you'll gag as my balls flatten against your chin... Shallow jets of hot breath escape your nostrils in something like the beginnings of panic. Your breathing warms the wiry hairs in my crotch as they reach for your nose.

My hand tightens near the base of your skull, and I lean forward -- not a lazy thrust of my pelvis, but a balanced tilt of my entire body toward (over?) yours. The largest blood vessel on my shaft ripples the corner of your mouth as I bury the whole of my dick in the face-cunt of a new slave...

 

[unclebigbad]

Might this Dom play too?

I would like to play too, but if the young lady wishes to keep this strictly the two of you, I will respect her wishes. My email is wolf2569@cmsinter.net

 

[wildfriendLondon]

Kinky cruel master will make you sick

Hi, I can make you sick to the stomach yet desperate and willing for more. You either comply with my disgusting desires, drinking my piss and cum, licking my shitty arse clean, or suffer an intense whipping. You will fear my punishment and be only too willing to comply, no matter how horrible my orders. I want you as my slave. Write to me and tell me the worst punishment I could inflict on you.

 

[loveangel]

kneeling at the feet of my new owner, i sucked on the thick penis buried in my mouth. as he shoved his cock toward the back of my throat, i was having trouble breathing. when my master pushed forward, the fat swollen cock head would cut off my air supply. every few seconds, he would pull back slightly and i would gasp for breath. but i didn't want to displease him, so i kept licking and sucking with all my strength. my cheeks pulled inward as i worshipped his shaft with my soft, warm, and willing mouth. my head bobbed up and down furiously as i felt his hand press against the back of my head. then he plunged even deeper into my throat. god, i was in ecstasy! this was everything i had hoped for! he was using me like a piece of meat... i was nothing more than an object to him. i tasted more precum dribbling from the tip of his cock and i gobbled it up greedily. a few more squirts of urine leaked out, as well. when this had first happened, i felt disgusted. but now i had lost all inhibitions and i eagerly swallowed it down. if my master wished to use me as a toilet, i would gladly accept it. as i gazed up at him, i could barely disguise the sheer lust and devotion in my eyes.

 

[New Master]

Ah, the new toy was performing admirably; nothing like a newbie to get the juices flowing, I thought as I grabbed a handful of hair and pushed my swollen cock more deeply into her mouth. She gagged for a moment, tears welling up in her eyes. She's enjoying this I thought . . . enjoying it too much. Time for a change of pace.

Without a word, I withdrew my cock from her mouth leaving her breathless and pouty. I turned on my heal and walked slowly back into the room making my way to the chair I had moved to the middle of the room before she arrive. Before I could seat myself she called out, "Master!" as if I was abandoning her.

"Slut," I said as I turned to face her. "How dare you speak without permission!" "Bring youself to me immediately." "And take off those clothes."

Sitting down, I reached for the briefcase at my feet, opening it to reveal a cache of toys.

 

[brunoone]

The dull clicking sound in the back of your throat tells me you're perilously close to gagging, yet I maintain a punishing rhythm in your mouth, stabbing toward your stomach with a ferocious speed that warms your lips with friction.

"I'll make you my whore," I promise through gritted teeth. The pleasure of face-fucking you rolls my eyes back into my head. All you can manage is a moan in reply. The single note of your voice vibrates my pelvis and I slam against your nose and face with renewed vigor.

In minutes, I sense a familiar tightening of my scrotum. I know my climax is near. I decide I won't offer this kneeling novice my seed to gargle just yet. Instead, I inhale steadily and think about baseball... anything to postpone my release... to give you ample opportunity to earn it.

I reluctantly drag my dick from your mouth, slowly releasing my hold on your hair. I take a step back, appreciating your appearance more thoughtfully than before... sizing you up. Denied my cock, you seem disappointed, almost lonely.

Crossing my arms across a broad chest, I say with a chuckle, "Please tell me you're the one who called about my ad in the paper." Stuffing my cock back in faded khakis is a difficult task, but I manage it. The strained fabric does little to hide the hardened ridge of flesh.

"Of course, I didn't think you were here to deliver pizza." I walk a slow orbit around your supplicant figure, my heavy hiking boots thudding against the hardwood floorboards. "No girl could find her way out to a cabin this remote unless she were following explicit directions... or were totally lost."

When I've come full circle and am standing in front of you again, I squat so my eyes are level with yours. My voice is low and confidential. "I'm Mitch, by the way... it's a name you may know... but not one you may use. While you're here, you may call me 'Sir.' Tell me your own name, and I'll decide if you get to keep it."

I drag a large, rough finger from behind your left earlobe, down your jugular vein to your collarbone. "Then, we'll get your things from the car and get you settled in... maybe for a weekend... perhaps for much longer."

 

[loveangel]

"my name is sarah, master," i replied softly, not daring to raise my eyes to meet his. so now i knew my master's name, at last. of course, i would never presume to say "mitch" aloud because i did not deserve to speak his name. as i knelt before him, i longed to taste his cock again. despite my discomfort when his penis had blocked my air way, i had loved the taste of his warm flesh in my mouth. he had declared that he would make he into his whore and that's exactly what i was becoming. before long, i would be totally under his spell, responding automatically to any demand he made. when he hinted that he might keep me in his remote cabin, i trembled at the thought. i wasn't sure if i felt more afraid or eager. either way, i had no choice now.

 

[brunoone]

"Master demands your nakedness..."

In the center of the cabin's living room is a solid steamer trunk that doubles as a coffee table. I twist its combination lock open and throw back the lid. "Put your things in here," I say, nodding to the small suitcase you've toted in from the car. My smile rewards your immediate compliance.

"That's not everything...," I observe calmly.

your eyes narrow as you take a quick mental inventory. "My clothes?" you ask, touching your blouse self-consciously.

I nod. "Take them off carefully... slowly. My first vision of your body mustn't be sullied by speed or thoughtlessness. Don't merely become naked. Instead, present yourself to me."

I turn toward the stone fireplace in the center of the room and drop two fragrant, applewood logs on the fire. A sexy saxophone moans from speakers hidden in the ceiling's open beams when I touch a remote control on the mantle.

I lower my large frame into an overstuffed leather chair, but lean forward on the cushion's edge, elbows on my thighs. My phantom blue eyes seize you in their gaze. "Disrobe for me, sarah. your Master demands your nakedness..."

 

[loveangel]

"yes, sir" i am thrilled each time i hear your voice, so i don't hesitate to obey. i nervously unbutton my blouse, glancing up occasionally to make sure that my new owner is pleased. shrugging the thin blouse off my shoulders, i let it fall to the floor. i begin swaying to the music, gently cocking my head to one side and biting my lip. i am so desperate to please you... i fear that you may not like my body. unzipping my pants, i gently push them to the floor. then dancing around in slow circles, i unhook my lace bra. i gradually uncover my breasts, sighing as the bra falls away from me. i cup both of my full breasts, presenting them to you for approval. then i push my panties downward, eager to display my trimmed pussy. despite the fire, it is rather chilly in the room and my nipples are standing erect. i can feel a slight tingle between my legs as i pick up my clothes and place them in the box. then i stand naked before you. i desperately want to ask you if you find me desirable. but i know that i should not speak, so i remain quiet.

 

[brunoone]

An unhurried appraisal

Smiling with silent approval, I rise to my full standing height and cross to the trunk. Its lid closes with a solid slam of finality and I spin the tumbler.

"Satisfactory," I say, turning to face you fully. I reach out to touch you, softly pinching your bicep to assess its muscular tone. "Mmmmhmmmm." The fingers of my right hand lift your left breast as if attempting to guess its weight. I bend to examine the nipple more closely, squinting in the firelight to take in the play of light and shadow on the tiny bumps that define your areole. I swallow noisily, then lower myself to one knee in front of you. My flattened palm slides firmly over the flesh of your abdomen. It senses you're inhaling, sucking in your gut. "Relax, sarah" I order curtly. I'm pleased to see that even when you do, your belly retains classically beautiful proportions... nearly flat, with a girlish curve that hints at the fertility for which maidens of the ancient world were often valued.

The hand continues southward in a Master's marketplace appraisal of slave flesh. My thumb makes its first electric contact with the rosy nub of your clitoris. So careful and unhurried is this moment, W/we can both count the ridges of my thumbprint as it drags over this centerpiece of your womanhood. "In some girls, arousal can swell this quite prominently. I've seen one or two even big enough to pierce." It seems to you I put a tiny, but pleasurable, emphasis on that last word.

The thumb rubs lazily back and forth over your clit like a drunken winshield wiper, then meanders with the other fingers of my hand upward through your trimmed pubic bush. With the sunset behind U/us by an hour, it's difficult to make out the color of these curls. I content myself with a tactile observation, noting the softness of the hair despite its short length.

"Sit. On the edge of the trunk. Facing the fire." I wait for your near-immediate compliance, then move to a space on the silk Persian rug between your knees. "Open." your thighs part quickly, but with the grace of stage curtains. "Lips. Spread them." your fingertips tug the blushing petals of your gender apart. you must feel nearly penetrated by my scrutiny. I extend a bold finger to the very center of your offered hole, submerging it without announcement. I withdraw it just as quickly, bound to you for a long second by an elastic gossamer of girl-grease. The thread breaks; I rub my thumb and forefinger against each other, assaying the consistency of your honey, admitting, with mild surprise: "So much -- so soon."

I lift the finger to just beneath my nose, inhaling deeply with a connoisseur's patience and discernment. "Clean... but naturally so." My lips open and invite the digit in. Tasting you, I allow myself a second's abandonment to the briny sweetness of your juice. My mind flashes forward to a time when I will eat your cunt rapaciously, dragging a broad tongue through every furrow, when my tastebuds will rub the soft inner walls of your labia like sandpaper... Concentration and willpower return me to the present.

I stand. "So far, so good." My smile is sincere and encouraging. "Relax. Sit." you close your legs demurely and fold your hands in your lap. Somehow, you don't seem at all immodest, even for having recently thrown yourself open for a stranger's intimate survey. I look for some sign of shame or fear in your eyes (though I can't quite see their color in this light). In truth, I do see questions there... and something like a virgin's vulnerability... but not the terror of a woman who's suddenly realized she's a long way from help if the new man in her life turns nasty.

By now the fire's warmed the room enough to make nudity a comfortable state. I unbutton the placket of my flannel shirt to expose a pair of solid pects and a corrugated abdomen. Connecting one large nipple to another is a fine thatch of dusky blond curls. A trail of the same color hair escapes my navel and disappears beneath the waistband of my rumpled khaki's. I shrug lumberjack shoulders and send the shirt into a puddle of plaid cotton at my heels.

I hold out a hand toward you. Taking it, you lift yourself to your feet. As emotionally contained as I've been since your arrival, my broad smile seems a virtual outburst. "The difference in O/our height," I explain, "I love how petite you are." I lift your hand above your head and twirl you to face the trunk. A perfectly executed pirouette. "Now, let me take a long, slow look at the back side, please. Bend over the trunk for me, sarah..."

I release your hand and watch you press your breasts against the box's oak lid. Your hair falls on either side of your face, outfitting you with natural blinders. Though you can't see what I'm doing, you respond with a shiver when my hand covers your delicate left shoulder blade. "Mmmmm..." My hand slips firmly down your spine, reading vertebra like braille. The other hand feels your ribs, but with a serious press that stifles any ticklishness you might feel. Nodding. "No marks... no scars... you know, sarah, a whip -- in the right hands -- can leave a lovely mark of ownership on taut flesh like this..." As sinister as the words might be, there's an undeniable tenderness in my voice as I speak them.

My hands and gaze move lower. Is it coincidence I've ignored the real estate of your ass until now? My eyebrows, and the corners of my mouth lift slowly with great interest and satisfaction...

 

[loveangel]

i shivered as my master ran his hands over my body. i loved how it felt to be groped by this man. he cupped my breasts, squeezing them until i winced slightly. then he ran his fingers through the tight auburn curls which covered my pubic mound. i sighed as his hands plunged between my legs. he hinted that he might decide to have my body pierced and i nearly gasped at the thought. i was both fearful and delighted by this prospect. although it seemed like an exageration, i imagined myself being mutilated and deformed to please him. my body did not belong to me anymore. this realization was gradually sinking in now. if my master decided to impregnate me, it would be my duty to bear his children. even though i knew almost nothing about this man, i was already willing to surrender myself to him in this manner. giving birth to his babies seemed like a wonderful and noble effort for his slave girl. speaking softly to me, he inspected every inch of his new prize, probing and poking me. i was grateful that he seemed satisfied with me. he stared deep into my green eyes and i was so nervous that i looked away. then he told me to turn around. as i leaned over the trunk, my auburn hair fell around my face. i loved how it felt to be exposed and vulnerable in this manner. i longed for my owner / daddy to play with my virgin ass, so i stuck out my behind for him. he described how a whip could leave scars on my tender flesh and i moaned. it would be so wonderful to feel the extreme stinging pain of a whip as it cracked across my skin. on my back or stomach or breast or any else that my master desired. i envisioned myself being tormented by a series of sharp blows, the whip cutting into me and drawing blood. if only my master knew how much i would love to please him in this way.

 

[brunoone]

An assman without apology

My hands follow the attractive flare of your hips outward from your waspish waist. you respond by raising your ass heavenward several inches, worshipfully offering this piece of your anatomy to a new owner.

"I won't disguise my interest in your ass, sarah." My hands glide along the outer edge of your flanks to cup your cheeks. I squeeze them slowly, closing my eyes to concentrate. "Yes... lovely... pleasantly cushioned... muscularly sculpted. you may expect this piece of you to attract a good deal of your Master's attention, sarah."

The harsh slap of my flattened palm against the right half of your bottom is sudden, unexpected. I'm pleased by the soprano trill of your surprised cry. A reddened handprint appears quickly on your milky flesh, then fades slightly over the course of minutes. A second slap falls in nearly the same place. I'm testing muscle tone, of course. you instinctively clinch your ass-halves together. I rub a tender index finger in the hollow contracting sinews create in your right flank. "Very nice, sarah...very."

Each of my large hands kindly -- but firmly -- seizes a cheek. My thumbs point to the meridian of your ass and dig in with enough pressure to whiten your skin in tiny ovals beneath them. "Now let's have a closer look at the main attraction, shall we?" It's a rhetorical question, of course, since my grip conveys to you uncompromising determination.

I pry your cheeks apart for my first gaze at the winking asterisk of your anal pucker...

 

[loveangel]

i loved the stinging slaps you administered to my backside and longed for more punishment. i had always wondered about my true feelings when it came to matters like these and and now my suspicions had proven to be correct. in the capable hands of my master, i knew i would grow to love the pain you inflicted on me. it wasn't that i wanted to be injured for sexual gratification. instead, i simply wanted to feel that i was providing my master with pleasure. if that meant enduring physical, mental or emotional pain, then so be it. my owner's enjoyment was the only thing that mattered. so i stood quite still as you continued to run your hands over me. as you parted my cheeks and inspected my ass, i could feel your breath on my skin.

 

[brunoone]

anal exam

I lean close enough for you to feel my breath exhaled into the crack of your ass. A few of your sex's auburn curls have made homes randomly within a one-inch radius of your body's most private opening. My right index finger touches each cilium, telgraphing sensations throughout your body. "These few stray hairs, they're lovely in a wild, unkempt sort of way." you can hear the smile in my voice. "But they'll have to go, of course... soon." So far, this minor directive indicates your body's first failure to please me thoroughly. "My grandfather's straight razor is in the bathroom. I'll attend to your denuding once I've finished the initial exam."

I retract the finger long enough to moisten it with saliva, then press it against the center of your aperture. Inhaling slowly, I press it in, only to the quick of my fingernail. your anus clings firmly to the digit, with almost enough force to expel it. It's clear you rarely admit objects through this orifice.

My free hand flattens itself warmly over your left kidney in something like a soothing gesture. The finger marches inward to the middle knuckle.

"Tell me two things, my darling new chattel: First, has this delightful ass of yours ever been opened for sex? And, second, exactly how old are you?"

 

[loveangel]

"no, sir." i answer at once. "I've never had anal sex before. i've never even used a dildo back there before, although i've been curious to find out what it would feel like." i bite my lip again, still not accustomed to this new situation and wondering if i've said too much. "i'm 19, sir. i'll be twenty next month." after answering your second question, i say nothing more. when you mentioned the hairs on my backside, i felt devasted. although the criticism was relatively minor, i still felt as though i had let you down. of course, it was unrealistic to think that i would always please you. sooner or late, you were bound to find fault with me. so i supressed the urge to cry and remained still under your roving hands.

 

[brunoone]

The bathroom

"Perfect," I beam. "I shall take a special pleasure in the inaugural puncture of your asshole." My finger exits your teen-aged chute and my fingers close around your left biceps. "Up." I help you to your feet, watching your bright mahogany locks fall back into a lovely frame around your face. My grip is sure on your arm. It steers you down a short corridor off the cabin's central room and into a well-appointed bathroom. A black hot tub with a shower. A black marble double vanity. Black Toilet. Black Bidet.

I turn you to face me. "The bathroom, sarah. This is where I shave. And shave you. This used to be where I pissed. Now I piss wherever there's ground for my sarah to kneel before me." With one hand, I point to the black tile at my feet. With the other, I gently stroke the curve of your jaw. My mouth is two inches from yours. My voice is soft and adoring. "Kneel before me, darling, and beg to drink your Master's piss."

 

[loveangel]

when i heard your latest command, i could scarcely believe it. i had imagined myself performing such a degrading act, but i guess i had never really believed that it would actually happen. trembling, i lowered myself to the cold tile floor. staring up at you with total adoration, my eyes were wide.
"oh master..." i began in a halting voice. "i don't know if i can do what you're asking of me, but i really want to try. i want to prove to you that i'm a worthy slave. please let me drink your urine. i promise that i'll do my best to swallow every drop."
i was so overcome with emotion that a few tears slid down my cheeks. i was desperate to please you and afraid that i would fail in this newest task. licking my dry lips, i opened my mouth and extended my tongue slightly.

 

[brunoone]

A new bathroom fixture...

your eyes, full of earnest innocence, speak louder to me than even your reverent words. "Even your attempt at obedience is a success, young sarah."

I unzip my fly and pull out a less threatening prick than you sucked at the door. It's nearly two inches shorter than the angry erection that welcomed you to the cabin. Forty-five minutes of measured examination has reduced it to a friendly half-mast. Now, seven inches of manmeat spills in a lazy arc from the dusky blond thatch of my pubic hair. The uppermost third of my spherical head peeks from the turtleneck of an uncut foreskin.

I touch the hairline above your forehead with a tripod of fingers and instruct you carefully. "Unless I tell you otherwise, take only the head of it in your mouth when I piss. Don't touch it with your hands," you fold your hands in your lap, "and do your best to keep your lips sealed around it. Swallow only when your cheeks fill. Ready to become Master's new urinal?"

your eyes shine with enthusiasm as you nod. you bend lower and tilt your head more sharply upward, positioning your lips scant centimeters from my piss-slit. My next order is confident and deeply affectionate. "Close your lips around me... and drink."

Tenderly you attach yourself to your Owner's hose and await his pleasure. Something inside me relaxes and the first salty, warm stream of urine splashes against the roof of your mouth. The flow grows gradually steadier and a beer-colored puddle submerges the pink flesh under your tongue.

But piss isn't the only flavor in your mouth. I wonder if your palate is sensitive enough to the tastes of my gender to sense the first milky stirrings of cum in this release. Watching your cheeks swell, I decide I probably won't even remember to ask you later. "Good girl..."

 

[loveangel]

i feel so reassured by your words of praise. now my fear is gone and i am ready to do your bidding. no longer doubtful, i'm confident that i can serve you well. i hold my breath as the warm stream squirts onto my tongue. the heat radiates through my mouth. the urine has such a strange taste and smell as it swishes around in my mouth. for a few seconds, i feel nauseus. but i fight the urge to vomit and hold the liquid in my mouth. it coats my teeth, splashing against the back of my throat. as my cheeks balloon outward, i begin to swallow. but i don't gulp the piss down. instead, i taste each drop, gradually allowing it to wash down my gullet. i want to savor your urine, feeling so grateful that you would honor me with your waste. i can even taste a bitter salty flavor mixed in with the urine. i realize that a few drops of your cum have leaked out from your excitment. it thrills me to know that i have produced this response in you and i can't wait to taste more of your semen. i'm hoping that you'll shower me in your hot seed, smearing it all over my face. of course, i also hope to drink gallons of it. but that will have to wait. for now, i concentrate on drinking your piss. it flows steadily into my mouth, then down my throat. there is so much of it, so i keep swallowing.

 

[brunoone]

The razor's edge

The stream becomes a few, final, jagged squirts. A deep breath tells you I'm through. There's sincerity in the words "very good, sarah." The sound of my head tugging free from your pursed lips is like the breaking of a watertight seal. I cram my cock back down the left leg of my khakis and hide it from you with an upward pull on my zipper.

The shining joy on your face isn't merely an aphrodisiac... it's a cure for aging. I feel younger, more virile, just sharing your quiet happiness. Taking your forearm, I lift you to your feet in front of me and cover your mouth with a long, slow kiss. Languidly, I taste the salty evidence of your devotion while pressing my hands into the small of your back.

The tips of my fingers touch the swell of your ass, reminding me of ownership's next task. Our embrace ends when I tell you to put your elbows on the counter.

I drop a rag into the nearest sink. Soon its steaming beneath the scalding tap. Meanwhile, I retrieve a can of shave gel and grandpa's straight razor from a drawer.

A handtowel hangs from a large ring on the wall. For a moment, I consider tying your wrists to it while I shave you. Then I decide the pain involved will be minimal. "you'll be still while I'm shaving you?"

I drag the washcloth from the sink by its corners and wring most -- but not all -- of the water from it. I twist the remaining hot tablespoons free at the northermost tip of your asscrack. Gravity pulls the rivulet through the prettiest canyon of your anatomy, stinging every inch along the way.

"Bend over, baby. Press your chest against the countertop. Now, your hands. One on each cheek. And spread for me."

The washcloth, draped over my hand, retraces the water's path with more concerted force, warming you from the base of your spine to the gash of your girlhood, thoroughly moistening your pucker along the way.

I squeeze a pile of blue-green shave gel into my palm, then wipe it into a snowy lather against your delicate flesh. I open the razor with a practiced wrist-flick. I make certain you see it clearly before I begin shaving.

I peel away the lather one wide stripe at a time. The room is so quiet (you must be holding your breath), the scraping is suddenly the cabin's loudest noise. Slowly, I drag the sharp steel edge down either side of your crack, careful to avoid the your ass's fearfully clinching centerpiece.

In a few minutes (doesn't it seem longer?) only a few wisps of suds remain... and the white starfish of your hole. I angle the blade. "Very still now, sarah." The razor's corner pries the soap from your anus. It moves slowly, methodically, like a shadow around the perimeter of a sundial, removing the hair from a wrinkle at 3:00, a reddish-brown curl from a ridge at 6:00, a pair of short tendrils from a pucker at 10:00. Finally, the blade returns to its 12:00 starting place. I close it with a flair and drop it noisily into the sink. Another scalding swipe with a washcloth and you're done...

"Now, sweetie," I say, reaching for a bottle of baby oil. "Razor burn's a big no-no... put this on where I've shaved you... and make sure you grease every surface of your asshole..."

 

[loveangel]

after ingesting your stream of urine, i was absolutely thrilled to hear your kind words. i beamed at you, proud of my performance. then i followed your instructions and leaned over the counter, my tight ass displayed once more for you. i promised to be still, but then i involuntarily flinched when i heard you open the razor. even though i couldn't control my reaction, i immediately regretted it. i had no right to be afraid because my body did not belong to me anymore. although i certainly didn't fear for my safety, i had to accept the possibility of being injured by you. this was just another one of my obligations as a slave, so i had to learn to have complete trust in you. as you begin to scrape the razor over my skin, i closed my eyes and moaned softly. i loved the feel of your hands on my body. i was tense at first, but soon relaxed under your firm grasp. it felt so nice that i wished it would go on forever. but all too soon, you were done. so then wasting no time, i obeyed your instructions and applied baby oil to this sensitive region. as before, i was in a very submissive state of mind. i took great care because i truly felt as though i was spreading the oil on a piece of flesh which belonged to you. for this reason, i wanted to do the best job possible.

 

[brunoone]

Fit to be tied...

I smile, making eye contact in the mirror as you lubricate the crack of your ass to a sheen. When you finish, I take your small hands in a towel, and remove the excess baby oil from them. "Much better," I say, losing myself momentarily in your eyes. "I wonder if you can guess what your Master might do with a slippery young asshole..."

I tug you gently by the wrist down the hallway to its end, then steer you ahead of me into a large, rustic bedroom. I push you to the foot of a queen-sized brass bed. evidently antique, it's slightly tarnished and its uprights are heavier and more solid than contemporary reproductions. I step to one of the two rough-hewn bedside tables. My fist emerges from a drawer closed around a tangle of long leather thongs.

My footsteps are serious, exaggerated by the boots I'm wearing as I walk to stand behind you. "I saw you flinch in the bathroom when you heard the razor open." My voice is little more than breath behind your left ear. "I know you couldn't help it. I know you haven't been trained to resist the involuntary impulses of your own body. These will help you." The strips of new cowhide are close enough to smell.

I squat behind you and tap your calf. you take baby steps toward the bed until your knee touches cool brass. I lash your ankle to corner post with the practiced ease of a Boy Scout. "I can see it in your eyes. And in your actions. you've been so willing. So submissive. I know you want to be owned."

I move to your other ankle, spreading you just a bit wider than might be comfortable for standing. "you've clearly committed your mind. These will keep your body from betraying you." A tug, and the thong is secure without threatening circulation.

I pull your left arm behind your back, then the right, winding leather around the intersection of forearms. The bondage does a wonderful thing for your posture, forcing your pert, ample bosom outward in display.

Finally, I make a leather noose, carefully tying it only a foot or so from your nose. I lower the loop over your head, and lightly cinch the knot under your lovely hair at the back of your neck. I tie the loose end of your leash to your arms.

I look at you with tender force. "you understand? if your arms sag or struggle, you'll feel it in your throat."

I sit on the bed, remove boots, socks... then toss my pants into a dark corner of the room. I am naked. The first time you have seen me so. I climb onto the mattress, and stand in front of you, my cock inches from your face, my head near the ceiling fan.

"Hard. I want to be hard when I take your ass-cherry. Now that I've had a good piss, it shouldn't be much work for you to suck me back to ten inches of meanness." My words are rough, but my manner is undeniably friendly. "Get to it girl. Give your Master some good mouth-lovin', then we'll work on getting some spunk up between those girl-cheeks of yours." I brush your cheekbone with the knuckle of my right index finger and step toward you until my shaft touches your lips...