gingersnap

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2008-09-27 18:40:57 (UTC)

The Slave... (story)

The Slave...

I walk into the room and kneel at Your feet, bow my head and close my eyes. Your gaze moves over my nude figure, I can feel Your eyes studying every inch of me, examining Your property. I feel Your hand extend and shift the stray strands of hair from Your precious girls face. I look up at You, my respirations increase as our eyes meet. My muscles tense up with each touch of Your fingertips to my skin.

With no words You point to the large table that is raised just over a foot off the floor. I scramble over to it and mount it, tucking my feet into the stirrups. I feel Your nimble fingers tightening the thick leather straps around my ankles as You secure me to the examination bench. My hands find their place on the bars at the head of the table as You finish tightening the straps at my knees to secure my legs in place. You move up to my shoulders and lock the wrist cuffs into their spot, checking to make sure that their tight enough that I am unable to shift.

You clip a rubber tipped clamp on each nipple and my labia threading a fine chain through the four tiny holes on the table and hooking them so they are taut. The ball bit from a gag is pushed into my mouth as I kneel there in my position and a soft satin blindfold is tied around my eyes. I feel Your hands on my thighs as You spread them apart a little, my back arching as You give me my reminder signals to present myself to You. I can feel Your fingers checking to make sure that Your property is shaved and in proper order.

I feel You lean in and press Your lips to my opening, my body shakes as I instantly become moist to Your lips. I moan softly and push back a little, my hips eagerly meeting Your lips as Your tongue lightly presses into my wet tunnel. I feel You pull back a bit and move down so that Your mouth is over my clit, the tender flesh in between Your lips. I can feel the soft suction as You start to nurse on it, the tiny bud growing and stiffening in Your heated mouth. With each increase of pressure on the small nub of nerves my legs twitch and my opening becomes more and more wet.

I feel You pull away and move between my legs, Your cock erect and ready for its warm moist cocoon. I feel the head of You manhood push into my tight entrance and I groan under the gag. I feel my body lurch forward a bit as the chains pull on my nipples and my labia, my clit throbs as You start to thrust in and out of my eagerly waiting body. I whimper softly as Your hips thrust faster and more firmly in and out of my waiting slit, my muscles tightening around Your cock shaft, milking Your precious seed from its point of origin. You lay against my back and hold my body against Your chest as I can feel Your hips start to slam against my ass and thighs harder than ever before.

Your breath is hot on my neck as I hear You whisper just behind my ear, “that’s it My girl, you know exactly how to love your Master. My dear sweet little slut, My precious girl. I love you My pet.” As I hear Your word as with every time You utter them my muscles instantaneously tighten up and I start to orgasm around Your rod. I feel Your arms tighten around me as You slam against me harder and whisper, “That’s it My precious, milk it from Me, breed My dear. You will bring Me an heir, you will make Me very proud.”

As those words leave from Your lips I feel Your muscles tensing up and Your shaft become more rigid. Within seconds I can feel the first pulse of ejaculate flowing forth, My hungry womb drinking up the semen that You deposit inside me. After a few moments I feel You pull out of me and undo the straps on the blindfold and gag. Then Your fingers move to the leather restraints that hold my limbs in place, I can feel the blood rush back into them as You unhook me.

I climb off the table and kneel at Your feet, my head bowed and my eyes closed, softly whispering, “Thank you Master for what You have given me, I am not worthy of Your heir but I will do my best to make You proud Sir.” I kiss Your shoes and crawl out of the room to rest.

This work is copyrighted 27 September, 2008.




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