5/22/2014 7:18:46 PM: Lust, I feel it stretch its self into my fingers as I lace them around the door. He is such a frail little thing, waiting eagerly to walk into the threshold. The shape of him is so petit in nature and the snare of my charms lashes out. One crack of my smile and the hook sinks into his soul. Mine. You are mine. We walk to the place where he will surrender himself to me. Each step I can almost hear his heart beat increase. The predator in me is hunger, it’s eager to quench my deeper desires while fulfilling his fantasy. I demand he strip free of yesterday. Each article of clothing is shedding the shackles of today. Who better to understand his needs but me? Who better to give him what he wants, unmercifully, then me? My eyes rove over his nakedness. Taking in every curve he is offering. Those eyes of mine are un-judging; each shape to me is breath taking. Each body is one for me to mold and to imprint of part of me in them. I tell him to lie on my bed. Expose his back to me. I can see him shaking even so gently. The excitement is riding high in the air and I can almost taste it. I grasp his arm firmly in my hand, take hold of my steel cuffs and begin to secure his arms in place. I might the cuffs tight enough that should he jerk or pull they will bite into skin. I enjoy reminders of what had transpired between a Master and slave. I push myself between his legs, put my knees into the meat of his thighs, and spread his firm tight ass. I take the rather generous size toy cock in my hand. Generously apply the false comfort across its shaft and ease my hand over it. I spread those lovely cheeks and dribble a bit over the oh so frightened hole. The heat is rising off of me and the anticipation is like fresh wine. Each touch I can see is intense. I can see the uncertainty rising high in his mind. What’s to come? He had asked this of me but was he reconsidering it? It was too late to go back, he belonged to me now. I place the thick head against his small opening. Slowly, teasingly, I brushed it back and forth along his hole. I can feel him shuddering beneath me and it merely amplifies my desire to force it. I push the head roughly into him. He lets out a painful cry. I feel the crack of my paddle slap flesh. Its bite is harsh and unforgiving. In its stead is left the label of slut! That is what he is, my little slut, and each time he squirms another bite will be placed in that lovely meaty flesh. I snarl in his ear that I will label him every time he cries out. I pushed eagerly, hungry to see his back arch, as the shaft begins to explore deeper into his hole. Each push I feel it giving, relaxing, he wants this but is merely too cowardly to admit it. He is ashamed of his own desires and yet so eager to fulfill them. I begin to pull out, each by excruciating inch, exaggerating every motion to make the feelings last just a little longer. A wicked smile curls its way across my face as I shove the length of the toy cock quickly and harshly into his ass. I am unforgiving, unmerciful, and he screams his pain into my pillow. CRACK. Another slap of my paddle against his bare ass, this one much more painful then the last. The angry words surface against the stark paleness of his skin. SLUT. Its so bright I can run my fingers along each letter oh so gingerly. I push and pull and push and pull, each time its seemly effortless to claim his ass as mine. He bites his cries back, forces himself to be quite, like the good little bitch he is. Finally I withdraw my assault, walk my way towards the bathroom and run the water over the reminder of him on my toy. He lays broken, shuddering, cold from my room and chilled from his experience. I claim the keys to my cuffs and release his wrists from capture. A nice indentation from his struggle is there to greet me. It warms my heart to see how much he struggled against them and how deeply they buried themselves into him. He looks at me, eyes so bashful, and asks if he may finish. I walk into the closet and grab a small rag. I toss it to him with the flick of my wrist, uncaring where it may happen to land, and explain he may do so but may only finished once I am finished dressing into my uniform. He begins to stroke his cock. I can feel his eyes on me as I exchange one type of clothing for another. Each movement he is delaying his pleasure, delaying his release like I demanded. I painfully put on each article of clothing as slowly as I can. Finally I finish and tell him he may cum. He quickly finishes into the rag and I smile at him. “Now lick it up.” He looks at me in a confused and slightly disturbed way and begins to gingerly lick the rag. I demand he suck the rag clean. He complies and finishes cleaning the rag. No traces of what has transpired are visible on it. In this moment he is mine. I have worked myself deep into his mind. Imprinted my being onto him and I know this is not the last ill see of him. The marks will remind him who he belongs to and I know he’ll long for me again.