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colleenslittleto -> RE: Ass Worship and Smothering (10/18/2007 12:58:35 PM)
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You've touched upon a subject that is near and dear to me, the beloved female ass. My obsession with it began a long time ago when I first fell in love with my wife's gorgeous, round and luscious derriere. To say she used it to ensnare me and lead me down the path of a total slave to her feminine wiles is making it too simple.
Before we journeyed down the path of slave and his Goddess, she would treat me to samples of her ass after I fulfilled her oral cravings up front. Once, on a vacation, she was lying on the floor as I feasted at her pussy. She came and, as usual, I remained glued to her pussy using my servile tongue to ease her down from her climax.
To my surprise, she rolled over and put her delicious ass right in my face. This started my complete subjugation to her forever.
In my readings, licking someone's ass represented the highest form of surrender possible. In my mind, no other act personified the complete debasement offered to another. So, when I stuck my eager tongue in her backside I was acknowledging her superiority and my capitulation to her.
Needless to say, I came while showing my total devotion.
She was surprised I didn't mouont her the way I usually did after satisfying her with my mouth first. When I admitted to cumming on the floor by rubbing against the rug while worshipping her she gave me a very bemused look.
The next day I tried to regain my position as equal. Our lovemaking began asusual with my mouth between her legs. While there, the vision of her ass kept reminding me what I did the previous day. To my surprise, after she finished, she rolled over again. I was faced with a decision. Did I want to mount her like a man or surrender like a slave?
Destiny decided my path and I stepped on the road to depravation.
Our games shifted into high gear and soon the only time I got near her pussy was with my mouth. The only climax I got, besides jeerking off, was while I worshipped her ass.
As her slave, I prepare her for others, often listening to her conversations on the phone from my position under her rear, and clean up after she's done.
A few times over the years I've tried to break her spell but she knows that all she has to do is bend over and I'm sunk. I cannot resist her gorgeous rear.
Sorry about the length but you struck a chord.
The fact that Diana has a rear end that is made for devotion doesn't help.
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