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PeonForHer -> RE: Mistresses with LOTS of slaves (6/17/2010 4:17:04 PM)
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Relax? How can I relax? Aren’t I doing enough? ‘No, I’ve never been penetrated’, I think to myself. ‘Of course I haven’t. I’m male.’
He shifts and leans back onto his elbows. I have to reach forward to keep his cock in my mouth. Some voice in my head exclaims ‘You have your head between a man’s legs!’. And you sit beside me, stroking my hair, and whispering into my ear. And then there’s the wave of horror alternating with delight, again . . . ‘I’m doing this for You. Your pleasure demands it . . .’ I feel my naked skin, I feel my body – but, now, I’m just an object.
I see You reach over to pick something up. It’s long, black. Straps dangle from it. ‘Oh’, I think. ‘Is that what they look like?’ You stroke the tip of it across my forehead.
‘Do you want it?’, You say.
I don’t know what I want, anymore. I’m just an object, now. I want to be an object – Your sweet little object. Will it hurt? I suppose so. But You’ll enjoy my hurt and that’s the important thing. I nod. I mumble: ‘You want it, Ma’am, so of course I want it, too. For You’.
‘You’re such a good boy’, You murmur into my ear, as You stroke my hair. I feel Your hand caressing my back. It’s so soft, so loving.
And then a sharp, electric, cut into me. I feel Your nails, pulled down my back. ‘Good boy’, you breath, again – but now you sound like a cat that’s caught its prey. I hurt, now. I can feel the scratches in my back. It’s so, so sharp.
I lick, and lick more. It’s automatic, by this time. I know where he wants me to go with my tongue and my lips. I know that he can barely stop himself exploding. ‘Heh’, I think. ‘I’ve become an expert cock-slut. Nothing like a willingness to learn’. But he can barely stop himself orgasming – I know that. I move my lips away, and look at his cock, darting my tongue at his shaft now and then, to watch his reaction. It’s intriguing. Am I that sensitive myself? Perhaps I am. I can see his glans is purple, engorged – and it’s so, so difficult for him to hold back his orgasm. I decide just to watch now – looking closely at his penis, picturing myself from outside myself.
And then I feel Your hands on my ass. You stroke me, something oily on Your hands. I can feel one of Your hands move between my buttocks. ‘For God’s sake’, I think. ‘What are You doing?’ I feel You bite. I jump, surprised. Then you stroke, again. It feels smooth, careful, caring.
I feel that the last bit of my manhood is beginning to melt away. Then I begin to feel that pressure. Something hard, something that isn’t flesh. You push, just gently, and I feel the waves come up through my body. ‘Is this what a girl feels?’, I think. No. It’s not the same. This is what man feels, when he happily gives up his manhood, to his Lady. And I arch my back, the muscles in my ass stretching. I want to receive. I want to be filled. i want You to be fulfilled.
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