Dear Master,
The night is a hot. I am wearing only a cock ring and a black bikini.
Little clips are attached to my nipples and a chain curves between them, emphasizing the cleft in my chest. The end of the chain falls from my left nipple and swings like a small pendulum as I type this. I have spent the evening in a trance, working out with weights and admiring my progress in the mirror. I wanted to touch myself, to stroke my cock and taunt my nipples and tease the entrance that belongs to you, reaching behind me with my finger. But I have resisted, not daring to disobey the commands you sent this morning. My mind is now empty. I am obedient to no will but yours, can satisfy no desire but yours, Sir.
Throughout the day I could not clear my head of your presence. You
encompass and control my consciousness. My vitality or distraction is determined by your attitude toward me.
I exist to serve you, Sir. If i were with you now, Master, i would
take off all your clothes, master, and take you into the shower with
me. there is ample room for two. we are both naked as the water falls on us. our bodies are hard and muscled. i have been working out dutifully for more than a year now and with extra determination since our e-mail relationship began.
i am fascinated by your body, and as i embrace you and rub soap into your powerful back and press against your masculine chest, you lock me in your gaze and then our mouths join and we grow taut with kissing.
i continue soaping you, inserting my finger in your sacred ass-hole, then dragging it out and soaping your entire ass cleft. you do the same to me as our eyes lock again and we are lost in each other's gaze.
we rinse each other off and i press the portable shower nozzle against your ass-hole and your bowels fill with warm water which you expel over the toilet. you feel how soft and clean you are there. you imagine for a moment that you have a cunt. i clean myself in the same way. then we dry each other. i worship the delicate silky lion pelt covering your marvelous abs as I do. we shave and feel sharp after splashing on eau sauvage. my nipples tingle from the sting.
i have prepared the bedchamber -- a large room with parquet floors
and red plush draperies over the floor to ceiling french windows. on a table against one wall there is a candelabra with burning candles, a bottle of veuve clicquot and several joints neatly rolled in a silver
cigarette box which has yet to see a cigarette.
around the bed, too, there are lighted candles. on the table across from the champagne, there is a vase brimming abundantly with yellow roses.
soft music fills the room. it is billie holiday singing.
we both dress, lightly, because it is warm, each slipping on a cock ring, a black thong and nipple rings.
Master, i say, look at the candle on the candelabra that stands higher than all the others. look at it. watch its flame. the flame fascinates you master. you wish to enter into the flame. go into the flame, master. more deeply. lose yourself in the flame. it is so powerful you cannot resist. you are losing all power to resist. you cannot resist. your mind is a blank. your mind has become flame. Your mind is the sound of my voice. feel the freedom of being a slave.
the flame is the sound of my voice, how good it feels to be enslaved.
breathe.
you are breathing easily, slave.
stand at attention, slave.
you stiffen perceptibly. your cock is tenting the pouch of your thong.
you are my slave now.
do you understand?
yes, sir, you say
you have always wanted to be a slave, my slave.
it feels right to be a slave, my slave.
now you have found a master.
i am your master.
you have always wanted a master.
i am your master .
kneel, my slave.
you assume the most adorable submissive posture.
it is almost hard to maintain my aloof pose, your beauty and obedience nearly overpower me. i am made dizzy by your worshipful devotion as you adore me drowning my instep with your open-mouth kisses. i am dizzy from the effect of having such a powerful slave with such a well knit physique and such a strong mind entirely, perfectly, submissive.
i command you to stand, and you do.
i command you to pour champagne into the two fluted glasses beside the bottle and to light one of the joints with the jade lighter sitting beside the cigarette box. i fill my lungs with smoke and exhale deep into you as we make war in each other's soul with our kisses.
i fasten a chain around each of your wrists and your strong tapering ankles. i tell you to lie on the bed. gently i take your right hand never letting my gaze leave your eyes (you are smiling) and i fasten it by its chain to a bed post. i do the same to your other wrist and your ankles.
from your palms then to your nipples i gently stroke you, and then i linger at your nipples, at first gently brushing them, slowly increasing the force of my touch until i am twisting and pulling them. you are moaning. is it pleasure or pain? or something exquisitely more when it is both!.
i pull off your thong. your great cock which had until recently dominated me stands powerfully erect as if it hadn't yet realized that
you had become my slave, not my master.
with one hand I cup your ball sack and firmly apply pressure. i squeeze your cock and press it and twist it and make it detumesce.
no longer is it your cock
yours is not the cock to worship
it is my cock that you adore
it is my cock that is the source of your pleasure
you come through my cock, not through yours. yours is mine and it
will do what i command and serve me when and as i wish. hard when I want it hard, soft when I don't.
as you tremble under my touch, i hold a finger over your mouth.
lick it.
you do and i plow it up your ass. you pull, but i say, meet it. don't
pull away. you are my cunt from now on.
i am your cunt from now on, you say.
you are my muscle cunt my muscle boy cunt i said rubbing the taught flesh of your inner thighs. you are quivering, expanding and contracting your musculature, jerking all over your body, twitching with desire
i tease and torment you getting you hotter but keeping your cock down.
you are completely mine, completely subdued. you are burning with passion but your cock is flaccid and your ass dancing with desire.
my cock stands rock hard asserting itself in obedience to you,
penetrating you with your own force, for my excitement fueling that hard-on was a power you had created in me when you infused in me an understanding that i was entirely in your power and obedient to you. i spit on my cock my rich saliva and rub it wet; signaling to you by
touch to raise and spread your chained legs i thrust into you with all my devotion crying master master as you cry thank you for fucking me,
oh fuck me, o take me, show me i am yours,i am yours. I shot chains of jizm into you and with your bowels howling you wrapped them around all your insides.
we fell into each other clutched in an embrace and tore kisses by the roots from the bottom of our throats.
i unchain you. we shower and dress. we both wear tight faded levis
and cuban heel mid calf boots, but you wear a body tight sleeveless white 2(x)ist square top, and i wear a black one.
we walk in the spring night along the boulevard. a soft may breeze teases us. the crescent moon has turned amber.
with my lips pressed against yours, so tenderly, so worshipfully, in adoration,
justin
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