DarkDreamers4u

With an aching, trembling body?

and halting gasps she raises ever so slowly to her feet. Breasts, back, arse, thighs dripping sweat?yet still enflamed from the whip?s incessant chanting. With piercing eyes They watches her struggle? to contain the tears,  the humiliation?whilst Mistress with the satisfied grin of a well feed kitten, stands by, the silver handled single tail still clutched in Her gloved hand?patiently He waits for composure to settle in her? she does not dare speak, nor shift her gaze from the tips of his boots. Boots that she has kisses, and tongued and humped and cum on, eaten from and pissed on, had worshiped and cried on?they were still damp with from her shame.

How could she have been so foolish as to think that Mistress would not notice the broken vase, a gift from Master, yet she had glued it so well, and turned it so that the break was barely visible, but Mistress knew, She always knows. her labored breathing became deafening in the silence of the room. They waited and watched like Lions eying their prey wondering if her fear, would get the better of her tongue. It was not so much the accidental breaking of the vase that was at issue it was the deceit, the silent lie, the conscious effort to escape punishment. It became a matter of respect and honor... how could one be so ungrateful He wondered? after all they had done for her?stole her a way from a short and retched life of whoredom in a Serbian bordello? to give her training, care, comfort (at least as much as a slave can expect), a home?and a worthy purpose in life?.

How she wanted to scream for forgiveness, how she knew what she had done was terribly wrong, how had succumb to the fear of a painful chastisement yet now she would suffer any punishment not matter how severe not be sent back to that dreadful, hellish place?how stupid and selfish she had been... Howwwww !!!!she could hold back the torrent no longer...

to be continued...
Mr. M

Her breath stopped for?

the briefest of moments as a shiver of fearful anticipation ran down her arched spine. beads of sweat pearling on her soft welted skin. muscles taut and straining in their suspension awaiting the next lick of the biting whip, the next flick of that tormenting tongue, the next drop of molten wax, the next ... sensation to bite into her being inviting her, urging her release the illusions of her femaleness so that she may with complete abandon, surrender. it is what He craves most from her, not her dripping sex or aching nipples, not her wondrous mind or generous spirit but her complete uncompromising surrender, for with out this most selfless action He can never truly be her Master.

to give up the ghost of past lives, to break free from the shackles of shame and scorn to be reborn as a woman of substance, a woman of courage. re-appropriating her self fearlessly as the slut, the whore, the lady, the little girl, the healer, the lover, the nurturer, the maid, the slave, the Goddess...all what woman is and can be with pride and passion. To relinquish all her being for the absolute pleasure of her Master and Lord is the divine longing of her heart.

there stretched out before Him she suffers His pleasures knowing that in her surrender Master will find His freedom. Ahhhhh! what bliss to be His perverse muse, His servant in love, His slave in desire, His most precious one in life.

Hmmm the sublime sweetness of surrender...
Mr. M

In the beginning?

there was the smokey scent of sandlewood drifting through the loft. ropes, black and knotted hung from the rafters. shadows of the darkening day flickered amongst gleaming metal and virgin candles as the stillenss of Master's form rested easily in the weathered leather chair. strong sculpted fingers grasped a tiny clay bowl of sweetened Rubios Chai. with breath deep and even He waited knowing that His one will come to His side ready to please, honor and love Him as He saw fit. He needed but to raise a finger and all was set in motion. How far she has come under His tutalge, under His guidance and strict care. elegant, desirable and passionate in her service to Him. His mark, His collar, His ring she wore proudly on her finger and in her precious sex, she had become His in every way. yet love in its own way has burned its mark on His heart, thus He has granted her a taste of His story so that together They may journey along Their chosen path of thorns and roses.

It is in this darkening light that the search begins for a girl who will submit to her longings, her Dark Dreams and fold her journey with Theirs so that together T/they may live T/their hearts true desires.

Come to us little one...cum.

Mr. M