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The Bath
He came behind her without warning. Her delicate arm was dipping into the bath water to check the temperature. He was home early and nervously, her
thoughts scattered. She was to be cleaned, shaven, and oiled upon His arrival- always. Would He punish her? He grabbed her free arm and pulled it behind her back. She grunted quietly at the pain. He grasped her with His teeth right below the hairline. His lips soothed her reddened skin with warm kisses. Her eyes closed and her lips parted with a soft sigh.
"Hello My slut, I hope My arrival did not scare you too much." His mouth curled with a smirk as He spoke. With little thought she replied, " My Master, You frightened me and with regret i am not presentable for You." He freed her arm and stood behind her.
She turned and looked up at Him with wide eyes. "Get undressed and get in your bath, slut" He said firmly. Immediately she disrobed and slipped into the hot water. She had no time to adjust the temperature.
With no protest, she slide her body into the water. With a bite of her lip, she laid back. Her Master had kneeled at the side as she washed her hair.
She could feel the water burn her skin. Her flesh was raw from yesterday. Her mind took her back to last night- when He whipped her for speaking disrespectfully. "Oh God, He is going to release me..i have dishonored Him twice in two days" she thought to herself. As she was lost in thought,
He eyed her beauty. He felt as if He could not get enough of this slut. He felt Himself stiffen as He paused at her pussy- His pussy. The lips were
succulent and red. Her sweet little bud was peeking through and it was driving Him mad. He reached out with His hand and brought the sponge to her thigh. She
gasped and realized she had been lost in thought. He laughed as she smiled slightly with her eyes cast downward. He slid the soapy sponge up and down her body. He was washing her. Her body reacted without consciousness. Her nipples became long and hard. Her
legs spread slightly as her slit moistened. "How can i not show my pleasure? i must" she mused. He knew His slut loved this but kept a stern face.
He left her for a few seconds. He came back to her with a razor in hand.
He parted her legs and as she moaned, He places His index finger against her lips. "You will be silent as I shave this cunt, won't you?" She nodded slowly, unsure if she could do it. Her clit already throbbed, pulsing with her quickened heartbeat. She knew if she disobeyed, her ass would be spanked again- she winced at the thought. He lathered her up, torturing her as He parted her lips. With gentle ease, He slid the razor ultra-close to her flesh. So deliciously close to pain, her eyes fluttered. He brushed His knuckle
purposely against her red nub with each stroke of the razor. She held the edge of the tub firmly. Her bottom lip was bleeding from the frustrated bite it had received. He snickered as He watched her face. She almost hated Him for the power but God,
she loved Him for it as well. Soon, the razor left her. He had finished and was rinsing her pussy. She had small orgasms throughout the entire bath but as instructed, she stayed quiet. She was so proud of herself. He marveled at her but was disappointed at the same time. He would not spank that precious
ass. But He would bring her to loud, erotic orgasms for making Him proud. "Rise, my slut", He said as He smiled widely. He opened a satin robe for her. Her long dark hair, still wet, dripped down the back of her robe. She reached out for a towel but He
took it from her. He dried her hair and she almost purred. She served Him but tonight He spoiled her.
He led her to the outdoor sleeping porch. The night was warm with a cool, crisp breeze. "Disrobe, My little slut"- He was serious. She looked around and hesitated. He grabbed her wrist. "Disrobe!" She dropped the robe exposing her freshly cleaned body to the night. Her smooth pussy was dripping.
Something about His voice- the firmness, it drove her mad. He sat back and sized her up. "Lie down, I must oil you." ~ To be continued...
Sweet Torture
He told me not to touch myself. He would be gone for weeks. And the aching between my thighs
became torturous. Longing for Him was bad enough. But knowing as i walked around the riverside,
a sweet moisture crept down my inner thigh, i did not know if i could handle it.
He left me the night before. Candlelight shadowed O/our room when He arrived home from work. i
had shaved my pussy and legs as instructed. My hair was clean and hanging low along my backside. i
wore only a satin robe- deep crimson hugging my curves. Jasmine floated through the air as i oiled
my body carefully as He ate His dinner. His haunting eyes slowly moved up and down my body as
He brought His fork to His luscious pink mouth.
i kneeled beside Him, awaiting for instructions. My eyes shut tight hoping His dinner was as He liked.
Soon thereafter, He wiped His mouth and looked down at me. " Dinner was lovely, my dear." i
exhaled slowly, being pleased to hear so. "Stand and let me look at you." i rose and stood before
Him, my head held high but my eyes lowered. He untied my robe and slid one side off my shoulder.
He brushed His fingertips along my collarbone and i tried not to shiver uncontrollably. He brought His
face closer. The tip of His nose traced the edge of my robe. He inhaled lightly as He brought the
other side of my robe down along my arm. My breasts were showing- my dark nipples immediately
perked and my skin flushed a sweet pink. As i tried not to breathe, He reached behind me and
grabbed the end of my long dark hair and yanked my head back. i gasped and He laughed softly.
What sweet torture. How i wanted Him- wanted Him to take me and fuck me painfully hard. " You
want me to fuck you, don't you, sweet one?" i nodded and He smiled evilly. "Not tonight, sweet, I
must pack and retire early." i withheld a sigh and nodded. "Yes Sir, as You wish always." He left me
like that. Before W/we went to bed, He whispered to me. "Do not touch that lovely pussy before I
return." i looked at Him and my eyes gave argument. He looked at me sternly. "Do not touch
yourself." And here i am, only day one and i feel as though i may not be able to obey Him.
i want to run my long fingers through the velvety lips of my pussy- His pussy. i must obey.
She woke up in the early morning with golden feathers of light caressing
her face. She knew this day would be the last day her body would belong to
her. A long bath ran as she lost herself in thought. "Why am i fearful?"
Flashbacks of previous slave nights in the town square rushed through her.
As she shivered she realized her tub was full. After slipping the satin
from her long brown body, she slipped down into the tub. The water rushed
to her ears as she leaned back fully. Her eyes closed and she was back
at the last slave night. The girl was strapped to wheel and with every
rotation of the wheel, she was forced to service another Master or
Mistress. Her mouth touched half the observers that night and she accepted
this. With the creak of the door, she woke from her thoughts. She peered
from the bubbles to see Him standing so tall and valiant upon her. He could
suck her energy straight from her eyes with that stare. "Are you ready for
tonight, slut?" He was smiling. " Of course, i am," she spoke saucily. He
laughed- out loud. "We shall see when your cunt lips are raw and bleeding
by the first hour." She nodded and slide down further, letting the water
cover her head. She kept her eyes open, hoping to see Him leave. As He
walked out the door, she gasped for breath above the waters surface. After
soaking, she began removing her body of hair. She detested this. She
enjoyed the musky scent of pussy. She murmured bouts of protest to herself.
By the hours end, her body was freshly shaven and smelling of jasmine. She
oiled her smooth skin as she stared outside. She could see Him talking to
servants on their knees. She huffed. "He's cock is delicious, i hate Him so," she thought.
The rest of her day was spent polishing her nails, curling her long dark
hair, and adorning her body with jewels. She almost seemed a princess but
she knew this was absurd. Soon she would be at slaves night. She was a
slave. Tears burned her eyes as the fear ripped through her veins. At
sundown, her body was to be used and abused by many. Never would her cunt
belong to her. A knock at the door dried her eyes. He walked in with
another girl and smiled. The slave scurried over and kneeled at the
bedside. He motioned to the slave and she kneeled before Him. She undid His
trousers and His thick cock sprang forth.
He closed His eyes as the slave sucked Him off. The newly adorned girl
watched with widened eyes and her hate for Him grew. Her pussy convulsed
nonetheless. After He came, the slave left the room. He looked at the girl.
"Soon, slut, you will do the same." She shook her head. "Ah, you still
fight but I know your fucking cunt is wet," He was right. He told her to
say goodbye to her room and follow Him. She did as told.
The day went by so fast. Dusk had captured her and slaves night was
beginning. He led her to the podium where her eyes widened. There was a
tall post with phalluses jutting from it. Chains dropped from the top,
almost like a silver chandelier.
The crowd was gathering- circles of drunk, eager men with visible hard-ons
tightened along trhe podium. She was dragged from Him and almost thrown
into the post. A hairy old man snickered as he stripped her of her silks.
She tried to cover herself, only to feel the sting of a whip along her
knuckles. She snipped with a fuck you before being slapped. Her body was
trembling and the crowd cheered. All she could do was hold her head higher
and pretend this did not pain her so. The old man lifted her arms above her
head and secured her wrists. The handcuffs attached to chains hugged and
pinched her delicate flesh. She hung as her feet could not touch the
ground. Only after a few seconds did she realize she could not hold herself
up without such pain. He cackled as he pushed her back. She felt something
long and rough pushing at her ass. "Oh my god, no," she mouthed.
The crowd threw money up on the podium and the cheers roared. Three men
approached the girl and spread her legs. One scruffy face whispered to
her, " Pick either your cunt or your tight asshole, slut." Suddenly she was
crying as they forced the phallus to enter her cunt. This foreign object
was piercing her walls deep inside. Hands probed her breasts and fingers
pressed against her already swollen clit. This cock held her up. She
attempted to use all her strength to pull herself off but collapsed in the
end. She blushed crimson as she eyed the crowd. Men were stroking
themselves and women were fingerfucking hot cunts as they eyed her. They
wanted her! Her cunt twitched and before she knew it, her body rocked
against the post. She took the crowd to unknown pleasure as she fucked the
jutting cock. She came over and over. That night, she became a sweet,
cumslut.
Belonging to Him
She, being Master Seth's slave, waited on hands and knees.
The clock chimed 6 o'clock and he was to arrive any second.
Everyday she did her chores, living her life to please him.
She was to be bathed, oiled, and waiting by the door when
he arrived home from work at 6. Today she kissed the floor
as she waited; hoping he would use her. It had been 2 weeks
since she felt the pleasure of his pain. As the slave shook her
thoughts away, Master Seth entered.
He smiled at her kissing the floor, his lips curling perfectly.
"Rise, sweet slut," he softly spoke.
She rose quickly, keeping her eyes lowered, her hands
clasped behind her back. " I am in the mood tonight to
use this slut," he grinned. The slave whimpered, hearing
his wants. She fell to her feet and pressed her lips to his
calves. He looked down at her, watching her silks fall away
from her legs. Master Seth found her long, lean legs to
be irresistible. The slave kissed up to his knee and back
down, all the while purring happily. He unzipped his
trousers and let them fall to the ground, giving his skin
to her mouth. She brushed each thigh with gentle kisses;
her full lips soothing and caressing each inch. Master
Seth reached out and grabbed her hair in his palm.
He wound her long, ebony hair around his fingers.
She could not help but whimper. He guided her,
taking her mouth up his thigh. She simply lapped
at him like a hungry puppy.
Her hair was the leash; the leash he held and
she ached for this. He hardened as she nipped
at him playfully. He thought to himself how she
was born for the leash. Master Seth pressed his
knees into her erect nipples, teasing her as he
often did. She responded by kissing the sweet
space connecting thigh and pelvis. He caught
himself groaning and laughed quietly. He
lowered his boxers, exposing himself to her,
letting her see how she has pleased her Master.
The slave looked up and gasped. She looked
up at him with eyes full of fire. That was all it
took and her cunt twitched with lust. One small
of drop of clear fluid formed at the tip of his
cock. With a smirk covering her face, she traced
the outline of his shaft with a long, fingernail.
Without thought, she flicked her tongue into that
tiny opening. "Mmmm, so good," she murmured.
Master Seth closed his eyes for a moment to focus
on the feel of her touch. She dragged her nail to
his balls, then massaging, fondling them in her
palm as her tongue twirled around the cock head.
He jerked her hair so that her face brushed over
his sex; the swollen tip a deep purple against her
skin. The slave nuzzled his cock against her soft,
flushed cheeks. He loved how her hair fell over
him like silk. She slid her nose along his shaft;
inhaling his scent. She groaned as her clit
began to swell. He did not even have to touch
her. His great presence was enough. "I wonder
if you realize what a precious gem you are,
slut," He spoke gently. She blushed a soft pink
and hungrily lapped at his balls. Master Seth
moaned and lifted his hips to her face. "Yes,
I know you are my hungry slut, feed on me,"
he growled. The slave moaned as her lips
fondled his large balls. Her fingers moved
to stroke his length; dancing lightly against
the tight skin. With a sly grin, she lifted her
head and slowly lowered her mouth onto
his cock. She twirled her warm tongue wildly
along the cock head. Master Seth growled
deeply as she devoured his member. The
slave opened her mouth and relaxed her
throat as she was trained. He tightened the
grip on her hair as she slammed her mouth
onto him; taking the shaft in fully. He could
fell himself swelling in her mouth. She
smiled to herself and took his balls into her
palms; massaging gently. Her mouth continued
to work his cock; suckling hungrily as her teeth
scraped up and down the shaft. Master Steve
raked his nails along the back of his slave.
She could not help but groan from his sweet
pain. He began thrusting harder into her face;
fucking her mouth as he often fucked her cunt.
The slave alternated each motion; each thrust
poked an opposite side of cheek. She dragged
her flattened tongue down his vein. Soon,
she teased, letting him almost slip from
her mouth before devouring him once more
. He felt his peak approach and she could
feel his balls tighten. Master Steve grabbed
her head with both hands. As she tightened
the grip and milked him feverishly, he roared.
"Now bitch!" He pumped her mouth so hard
she almost fell back. She hummed along his
cock as she suckled him with all her strength.
Finally, he emptied his seed into her mouth.
She sucked and licked, eating his load.
The slave cleaned her Master happily.
He calmed as she continued to suck
his still hardened cock. She was his slut.
He slid his cock from her mouth, even
though she protested, and spread the
last dribbles along her face. The slave greedily
licked her face as he watched. "Very good, slut.
You make your Master proud," he smiled
genuinely. She simply smiled and kneeled as he walked away.
