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Anticipation, that is what i feel right now. Tremendous amount of anticipa-tion...Wandering thoughts to well planted seeds, growing more rapidly than ihave even expected. i have to admit hey were planted in very fertile soil, soare these recent turn of events that surprising? I don’t think so, I guess Ineeded some proper encouragement, some water to bring about growth. Things appear more clearer to me, i perceive things differently. I feel the firein my tummy and it’s well fueled, burning hot and steamy like a belly of apot stove in winter time. The embers are glowing red and ready to bestoked, and we haven’t even met yet. Hmmm, yes meeting which is whatbrings me to why i am jotting down my flowering thoughts. So here it be-gins... The clock tolls 9:00 p.m., Master is waiting in the lobby of a seedy, run downmotel and I walk in with some hesitation. At first, I glance around and theclerk behind the desk greets me with a toothless grin and a well know lookfor what i am. Its pervading and i feel the blood rush to my cheeks and myeyes breaks contact with her unnerving glare and i look for my masters gaze;seeking the comfort and the security of his warm smile and the safeness thatcomes with his warmer touch. My hesitation disappeared in a hurry and was replaced with excitement togreet him and i throw my arms around his neck. It's been months since ourlast meeting and the void in my soul needs to be filled with each tender kissand embrace. I grab hold of my Master’s hand and he leads me to our room.It is small, with one double bed with a polyester comforter and a single bed-stand with a matching orange and white lamp highlighting the head of thebed. There is a small rusted out bathroom to the side and the walls werewashed in robin’s egg blue, cracked and peeling away from the years of per-version that it has witnessed. All the while the feint scent of must, likegrandma’s basement permeates the air swirling in your head, making myknees weak as i shake and quaver with desire.Careful preparation has been made to the room, and there at the foot of thebed lays Master’s infamous black bag, zipped tightly shut like Pandora's boxwaiting to be opened to release pervasion and chaos up my body. My excite-ment starts to build and I grip his hand tightly and I look up and smilebrightly. Without saying a word he turn to me and start to removing myclothes. Slowly he fingers the buttons on my scarlet sweater with one handwhile the other moves to my face, trailing softly down the side of my cheek.I lean into his touch, my arms behind my back the first buttoned is freedfrom it’s restraints. Internal heat rushes up my neck and a sublime wavecreeps up my neck like a vine, my head tilts back exposing the nape of myneck. A sweet surrender over takes me as Master removes each article of clothing, bringing me one step closer to freedom in chains. My vulnerabilityshines, shyly i stand before my idol waiting his command, thy will be done.

A low whisper softly spoken in my ear takes me whirling, spinning a delicateweb, weaving a tapestry one strand falling over another, it spills across myeyes, blinding me with lust and desire, driven by a pleasure supreme. Angelson either arm lift me up to the highest heights, gentle guided by my Maser’sdulcet tones, brought back down to earth, to my knees, i am humbled asonly good slave girl should be.He reaches down into his pocket and removes his collar that he reserves frothese rare and special occasions. He secures it around my neck, snugly it isfitted and i resist the urge to run my fingers over the thick band of leather.Pride swells in my breast, my shoulders drop and pull back and i hold myhead high and look at my Master’s eyes and i can feel that he is pleased andmy pride is replaced with relief as he takes hold of the bag and walks behindme. The sound of the zipper is deafening as my stare is fixed forward.I feel strong hands take hold of my wrists, the leather is cool against my skin,binding them tightly to the small of my back. The clock chimes like churchbells and it is music to my ears as my ankles are captured and locked intoplace with a sturdy bar. Kneeling before my King, offering myself to him. Atantalizing ache grasps hold of my inner thighs and over takes me. I feel theascension of ecstasy take over my core. My breath is heavy trying to accom-modate the presence that has invaded all that is me...I wait for my Masterscommand,his instruction, waiting to become an extension of his will.Dampness saturates my legs, I feel it seethe and trickle down my thighs. The room is hot, moist and perspiration clings to my skin, my breasts heav-ing now, fully exposed, my Master stands before me. I can see is own arous-al through his pants, my mouth begins to water at the sight. he senses thehunger in my eyes and pulls out his thick cock and runs his hardness againstmy face, brushes my lips, his smooth head teasing my mouth, He jerks itaway. “Why should I let you suck my cock little one?”.I feel myself tremble at the thought of having him inside me, to become one.Speaking is difficult and barely audible. I struggle, but the words have diffi-culty leaving my lips...”i want to pleasure you Sir”. A heavy hands comesdown hard across my ass, and he sharp stings fades to a dull throb andwashes over to warm tingling comfort. “Anything else you would like to sayto me??” Stuttering softly, I respond “ye..es, sir” An unbearable silencedescends the room only broken by the loud sounds of crashing flesh, i wincewith pain, struggling not to fall forward, Master waits for his response...”And Ineed your cock in my mouth, Sir....please allow me to do this for you, it be-longs there”. His grin becomes wide, very pleased with the display that hesees before him.Slowly my mouth opens large, like a black hole, taking in his cock gettinglost in the abyss of elation, i feel him ease into the pleasure that is my

tongue. He thrusts forward gently, melding is hard flesh with my eagermouth, he withdraws from the warmth. Master steadies my head with onehand, and i feel his essence cascade over my body he returns to the womb.Pace hastens, faster now i can feel the tension mount, i do my best tobreathe deep, i feel the spit dribble down my chin, faster my eyes are closedtight. Still doing my best to keep up the my Master’s lust. Then i feel bothhands atop my head, tangled fingers grip tight and he leans heavy into myface, he buries his cock inside me. Holding me still I feel his seed slide downmy throat, sooting and coating I drink readily for the well of Power.Only a moment i am allowed to regain my composure, to regain myself andMaster wipes my chin with tenderness and love and he slowly leans me back.Pillows have been carefully place under my back so there’s a small arch, mysmooth mound is forced upward with lips spread apart. I feel open and ex-posed, helpless my arms bound, i feel two knees on either side of my head,soft lips brush my forehead and i descend into blackness as soft leatherkisses my eyelids. With one hand on the back of my head, it is tilted back-ward, my jaw forced opened and the taste of rubber fills my mouth, it chokesme momentarily. I inhale deeply and settle into the feeling of my mouth be-ing forced open, as i struggle with the muffled cries and shouts of rejoicingand shrieks pain... wondering what joys will be bestowed upon me and Mas-ter plays my body like an instrument for his pleasure.It’s quiet again, but only this time it’s longer and My Master has left me wan-ton. It feels like an unbearable amount of time as passed. Yet i can feel himin my darkness his stare burn my flesh. inspecting every crevice, shadow,pore. Looking to my soul. He can see the flood gates open, and they areopen waiting patiently.Next to eternity has passed and i feel a warm hand grab hold oh my headand i can feel his weight of his body next to mine his hardness on my stom-ach, his hand slither down to my mound with invading fingers spreadingapart the petals of my flower as the dip deep seeking the nectar that isstreaming steadily form the river of passion that flows from my core.I try to express my delight, but the moans of gleeful pleasure are suppressedand muffled by the ball. My hips greedily buck to meet his long, strong fin-gers, he pulls out and two strong hands force my hips down to the bed and iam told to cum.the end.