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superslave2006 -> cfxm (8/4/2010 10:45:06 AM)
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I seek and have a deep and powerful yearning to belong to a beautiful woman, hers to do with as she pleases. My cock leaps at the thought of humiliation and punishment at her hands. I dream of crawling at her feet, perhaps serving her as a toilet, and being subjected to prolonged orgasm denial, possibly while wearing a locked chastity device to which she holds the only key. My pulse quickens at the thought of beatings administered in front of an audience of young women, who laugh, applaud, and comment critically as I squirm and beg and plead for mercy. I dream of being led around by a leash fastened to my balls, while mistress’ friends laugh at the visible signs of my excitement, crossing and uncrossing their legs to tease me into ever more amusing signs of how easily they have aroused me.
I know that nothing can be more cruel than a woman who has a man entirely at her mercy and can do anything she pleases to him without consequence to her. I know that nothing amuses a woman more than to see her slave’s cock leaping, twitching and pulsing in helpless need of her without the faintest possibility of release. I am afraid of these things, but the fear only serves to make me want them more.
I was born to be a slave. I ache to be a slave. I grow short of breath at the very thought of being a slave.
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