Eunice Dove

The Secret World of Eunice
2001-11-21 14:54:58 (UTC)

A Thanksgiving fantasy in progress

My dear diary-

I am trying to think of the perfect Thanksgiving Day
fantasy for my love, my Janus. How does this sound-
Thanksgiving Day in my Master's great dining hall. I appear
at my Master's table. His seat is there with a large
platter placed before where he will be siting. I am told by
his servants that this platter is for his special private
feast. I got the message- it's me! I remove my robe- I am
totally nude except for the following adornments- His most
precious purple leather collar with his silver wolf symbol,
black leather cuffs on wrists, thighs, and ankles, nipples
clamps tightly affixed with a purple and silver beaded
chain connecting them together, and a silver clit clip with
a strangling hold on my aching swollen clitoris. Now
because it is a special holiday sensuous silver and purple
beaded chains have been added to the nipple clamps and the
clit clip. They add a very arousing pulling weight on my
nipples and clit, and with every movement of my body they
most tantilizingly rub my already excited sensitive body
parts. His man servant nods his approval and helps me to my
place on the platter. He instructs me to lay back, draw my
legs up and spread them open wide. He fastens a long
spreader bar between my ankles so my pussy is clearly
exposed. He then fastens my wrists to my thigh cuffs. He
arranges the seductive beaded chains around my clitoris to
make it even a more tempting morsel. Then he checks out my
breasts. They are hard and firm, filled with my sweet
nectar better than any cider.He loosens the clamps a touch
and squeezes my breasts until the first droplets of milk
appear on the very tips of my erect nipples. At that sign,
he closes the clamps so hard I cry in pain. He tells me
that those type of sounds are not permissible at the
Master's feast, and I must know that my breasts must be
ready to give up their milk when he is thirsting to receive
it- or else he will be punished for not having me fully and
properly prepared. Then he orders me to open my mouth wide
and forces a large ripe red apple into it. I am ordered to
bite down so it will stay in place and my cries will be
impossible to hear. I watch as he brings in a small silver
bowl- just like the one used in the Masters Meeting Circle-
and some small hand towels- and I see our collection of sex
toys. Then the door opens and my Master Janus enters and
approaches his place at the table. I hear him tell his
servant he has done well and will be rewarded for his
service. He then says that his servant and the others may
stay, as he knows that Eunice is honored to show her
devotion to all willing to watch. Then he stands before me.
I look between my parted knees and see his face smiling at
me. I hear his voice- "Welcome to Thanksgiving dinner, my
Eunice. This is our first together so it will be special.
As you can see the main course is you, my dear. I expressly
requested my servant to fix a suckling Eunice and he did an
exquisite job." I watch as he picks up the basket of toys
and starts to rummage through it. He looks up and smiles
naughtily- "Now, my temptingly luscious Eunice feast, where
shall I begin?" And he picks up the first toy.

Now that is where my fantasy has stopped. See as they do
not celebrate Thanksgiving in my Janus's country, this is
his first Thanksgiving, and I want to make it so special
for him. And there is nothing more special for the two of
us than to share a very private BDSM Thanksgiving Feast
with everyone who reads the diaries. And besides- this is a
fantastic way to get off when he has me so hot and horny.
And, my dear diary, I AM hot and horny, and want nothing
more than to be taken by him- the rougher, the better!
Oh,how naughty I can be- but he loves it when I get this
way. As always, for his love and honor, I willingly worship
and adore him always, my dear diary- his hot Thanksgiving
dinner Eunice




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