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MistressXyla -> Prose for a slaveboy (2/1/2005 8:13:25 PM)
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I love the sugary and biting taste of saliva after it's sucked down a few cloves... licking away at the insides of your mouth is a moment of heaven. The sickly sweet clove taste, the taste of experience and depression and failed hope... it makes me want to force love and reason down your throat. If I had a cock, I would make you choke on it... but instead I'll wrap my fingers around your throat, tug away at the collar you bought with the D-ring especially for me, stick my tongue as far down inside you as you can take. You love me. You love the feel of my teeth grazing across your neck muscles; you lift your neck in a gorgeous display of submission... stop tempting me. I'm the one that's supposed to be in control here. Times like this I wish my nails were longer, filed more sharply. I could cut such lovely patterns of red down your back... carve ownership slashes so no one else may touch you. Make you mine. All mine. I'll tie your hands down with nylon rope to the edge of the bed; force your head into the mattress as I scritch scritch scritch into your back with a razor. It's what you wanted... it's what you begged me for. Scream for it. Writhe and moan and scream for ME. My touch is something to be worshipped. Beg me to claim you... beg and twist under me just for a touch. You shall be mine, my beautiful boy... such lovely green eyes... looking at me with utter devotion and the willingness to please. Never have I known such a gorgeous boy as you... my slave boy, my submissive. Mine.
~Mistress Xyla~
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