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Sometimes Fantasy is followed by reality! Yesterday I sent my Mistress this Fantasy : I could feel her long before she came. My crotch ached and tingled from her very thoughts. She anticipated her pleasure and her thoughts were reflected in her sub. I rubbed my ache but it did nothing to ease the tension she provoked. I need her, I needed her badly and she knew it and she relished the knowledge. But tonight she would change the game plan and truly see if her whore was indeed up to her expectations. The door opened and I beheld my Goddess. Her freshly washed and glowing blonde hair framed the twinkle of her radiant blue eyes. She wore a tight blouse and I could see her erect nipples jutting out beneath it. Her skin tight jeans accented her alluring tight butt. She leaned forward and French kissed her slave. "Hello My sweet whore!" she whispered as I felt her hand softly grasp what belonged to her. As she cupped my aching crotch she smiled and asked, "Did you miss your Mistress? Are you ready to suffer for her pleasure?" I gulped at the prospect and whimpered only "Yes!" When we arrived in my bed room she produced a small bag and I wondered what it could contain? She undressed me and put on her favorite briefs in place of my clothes. Then she reached in her bag an pulled out two scarfs and bid me sit in my rocker seat. She sweetly kissed my lips and proceeded to tie my hands to the arms of the chair with the two scarfs. "Tonight my whore you will learn to beg!" She pulled up her blouse just revealing the bottoms of her luscious breasts and pressed them to my face as she grasped my crotch. I ached to suckle on her nipples still erect from her excitement. "Not so fast whore!" she proclaimed as I leaned to bury my face in her breasts. Then she removed an object from her bag. It was her favorite toy. The penis like object was in her hands like a weapon. A weapon of torment. "You know whore, when I'm alone I take this and think of raping you and use it to cum!" At that she pushed it to my face and I ached to lick that which graced my Mistress's shrine. She rubbed it against my lips then between her legs and began. "This, she started, rubbing the toy on her crotch, "is YOUR shrine! My vulva your Holy alter, my labia the doors to your Holy of Holies" My clitoris that sacred place of your Worship!" I looked into her blue eyes, "Yes Mistress!" She smiled, "Good little whore, you DO please me! You exist to pleasure my every whim don't you?" "Yes Mistress" I proclaimed. "Tonight my pleasure is to torment you! To make you ache with desire to please me!" She had been rubbing her crotch with the toy and now put it to my lips. "Kiss this, kiss what I use to stimulate myself when I can't use you!" My tongue came out and I caressed the object lovingly. "Good!" she whispered. Then she took off her jeans and pulled up the ottoman an sat down. She spread her legs and rubbed the toy on her vulva while touching my crotch and allowing a finger to go under the briefs and touch my skin. As she became more excited she slowly began to masturbate using the toy all the while fondling my erect cock. Her eyes never left mine, burning into my soul. When she has fully driven the toy all the way within her she removed it and it glistened with her fresh juices. "Beg whore! Beg to lick my toy clean of me!" My eyes looked at the wet toy and she felt my penis become rock hard. "OH GOD! PLEASE Mistress!" I begged. The toy soon was at my mouth and I lightly licked the toy, first slowly up and down the shaft licking off her precious juices then allowed her to slowly push it into my mouth. "You know whore I own you! I own ALL of you and can used any part as I please!" She told me as I stared at her. "Yes Mistress" I answered. Holding the toy she told me "You never know where I may want to put it!" .... In Reality we went to a Romantic Dinner out and then to the Hollywood Bowl to see the Eagles. When we arrived at my home she did nearly as I had for told in my Fantasy but MUCH much more! This morning she awoke to feel me as she always does my warm tongue Worshiping her shrine. "Humm she said as she awoke, "Your such a Good Little whore!"
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| Age: 30 |
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