LordHawk
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- Dec 11, 2004
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A woman's throat is a powerful image. We love her body, the fullness of her breasts, the plump mound between her legs and the curve of her buttocks. But the throat is where we display our ownership. We find that piece of leather or metal that we feel represents us and we fasten it around her lovely throat so that at least the two of us know what we are to each other.
The breath of life moves through the throat. It excites her and it scares her when my hand wraps around her throat and starts to squeeze, when her breathing begans to be restricted. It arouses her, her nipples tighten and her cunt flutters and starts to grow wet and she knows that she is mine. It scares her but she loves and implicitly trusts her master and raises her head for more. Oh she loves to feel my hand in her hair, tugging her where I want her; or landing on her round upturned ass. But it is when I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze that she truly feels she is mine.
I wrapped my hand around her throat last night and I kissed her hard and she arched her body into mine and begged for her master to use his slut. She handed me the scarf that hangs on the bedpost and I tied her wrists to the headboard and rode her hard until she begged to come and came screaming when I allowed her. I filled her with my seed shortly thereafter. To misquote Mel Brooks, it is good to be the master.
There is a darkness inside me, as indeed there is within us all. For without darkness, how would we know it when we see the light? She knows that there are times that I want to grab her throat and squeeze, to throw her body on the bed and whip it, to fuck her so hard that she feels it for the next day or so. But she has her own darkness. She wants, she needs me to do this to her. And she trusts that I would not truly hurt her. I am becoming more confident in being her master and we will continue to grow. I have started to spank her ass and have now tied her up. We will learn together; I will grow more confident and become who I am and learn to trust myself. My little one says that I will have to descend into the anger before I can hope to control it. We cannot kill a part of ourselves without damaging the whole. The demons inside us are not outsiders who enter our bodies, they are a part of ourselves. Perhaps, in a way we have to embrace who and what we are before we can rein them in.
The breath of life moves through the throat. It excites her and it scares her when my hand wraps around her throat and starts to squeeze, when her breathing begans to be restricted. It arouses her, her nipples tighten and her cunt flutters and starts to grow wet and she knows that she is mine. It scares her but she loves and implicitly trusts her master and raises her head for more. Oh she loves to feel my hand in her hair, tugging her where I want her; or landing on her round upturned ass. But it is when I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze that she truly feels she is mine.
I wrapped my hand around her throat last night and I kissed her hard and she arched her body into mine and begged for her master to use his slut. She handed me the scarf that hangs on the bedpost and I tied her wrists to the headboard and rode her hard until she begged to come and came screaming when I allowed her. I filled her with my seed shortly thereafter. To misquote Mel Brooks, it is good to be the master.
There is a darkness inside me, as indeed there is within us all. For without darkness, how would we know it when we see the light? She knows that there are times that I want to grab her throat and squeeze, to throw her body on the bed and whip it, to fuck her so hard that she feels it for the next day or so. But she has her own darkness. She wants, she needs me to do this to her. And she trusts that I would not truly hurt her. I am becoming more confident in being her master and we will continue to grow. I have started to spank her ass and have now tied her up. We will learn together; I will grow more confident and become who I am and learn to trust myself. My little one says that I will have to descend into the anger before I can hope to control it. We cannot kill a part of ourselves without damaging the whole. The demons inside us are not outsiders who enter our bodies, they are a part of ourselves. Perhaps, in a way we have to embrace who and what we are before we can rein them in.
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