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Eight minutes of heaven.

?Please use my mouth? is how this evening began.

I take everything away from you. Your release is the first thing to go. You tremble slightly knowing this ritual very well. A cascade of clothing falls like petals in the spring until your skin is bare. Cold silver steel wraps your wrists behind your back as I help you to your knees. I sit in my chair a king on his throne. I lean in towards you and you seek to lean back, but that to is taken away from you as I hold your head against my abdomen. You are immovable and controlled this way.

I reach behind and grab some clips. They are green and I have dipped their edges in latex black as night. You hate those clips but wear them so often. When was the last time you were allowed to cum without them on? I wonder.

I check your cuffs because I can. And because it lets me feel your clip mounted tits against my legs and hear those first dulcet groans of duress. I push you back gently into position. You kneel there waiting and wondering what else he will do tonight. My legs are spread and you see the arousal waiting underneath the web of civilization we call clothes.

All I say is open and you understand your doom. Your mouth willingly held wide. I insert a large ring gag and buckle it in place. Again, my legs are in contact with skin so soft and luscious. I squeeze them slightly until I feel the hardness at the tips of your softest place. I relish again the noise you make as the first drop of many drools onto my crotch.

Your hands are unworthy to touch me during this game. You know that I think a lady who does is cheating. There are hand jobs and there are blow jobs and there is no connection between them or us.

I have taken away your dignity and your clothing. I have taken away your comfort and your freedom. I have taken away your pleasure and have added pain. I have taken away your lips and most of your tongue. Your knees are scared and your back is remembering the past fire of this game.

I watch you watching me drooling uncontrollably. Your body is tense and quivering. Each little shake moving those nipples and the weight they bear for me.

I remove my pants and lean back rigid and hard and soft. You lean in for this embrace. Your mouth already wetter because you can not swallow encases me. It is hot and wet and deep. You take me to your root. Not only is it required before you start, but it is the only way to stimulate your man and it it the only way to complete the task. It is the only way to free your hands and remove the weight hanging and swaying from your luscious nipples. It is the only way to begin anything ? wholly, completely, totally with all you have. Each of us wiggles a bit -lodging me firmly deeply completely within your mouth and throat. There is an eternity in moments before you are allowed to begin.

But begin you do on my command and your mouth is in motion. Normally you have your lips and tongue and can easily stimulate me. When you are like this however, my groans are fewer and slower to arrive. Only at the very back of your tongue can you squeeze your man down. Your saliva is cascading over my balls and pooling on the floor. Your nipples, already tortured by every movement, are tortured more squeezed between my knees. The first time I did that you bucked off without permission and looked at me with your evil eye and I laughed heartily at the moment and ordered your mouth to proceed and spent the rest of that time torturing you with my knees.

For you see that is the point of your gift. You give me everything. And I willingly take it all ? your dignity, your clothes, your safety, your freedom. But I digress your mouth is moving and your back is burning and you are moaning in duress. My orgasm cums and spurts over your tongue. You are not allowed to lose me and it is difficult with this gag. You are never allowed to swallow until given permission. You lift your head with my juice on your tongue. It is thick and creamy and you hate the taste and you hate to swallow. I make you wait and wallow as your body trembles from these exertions. Finally the gag is removed but you still do not swallow. You round your mouth and make of it a cup. You make of it a cup for my cum. I nod and the mouth closes. When it opens once more I am inside of you and I am part of you. Only then are you released, until tomorrow because it is mid week. Your duties require this service every night we do not play.

Little lamb, little lamb,
You dirty fuckin whore,
Daddy knows you want to go.
A slap and tingle makes the juicy go!

Crawl away!
Crawl away!
Sobbing little slut!

Paths lay down along the dirty way!
You cry a tear and show your fear
While follow does your daddy,
Your trail of juicy Go!

Crawl away!
Crawl away!
My innocent dirty dove!

No choice have you
No will have you
Daddy understands
Weep your tears
Protect your soul
Cause Daddy made you go

Crawl away!
Crawl away!
Fuckin dirty whore!

Daddy knows
Oh yes he does
The guilt is his
Carried with such pride
For as you crawl you leak behind
Your trail of juicy go!

You fuckin slut
You fuckin whore
With your juicy go
Who leads who
Along the liquid paths

Daddy's heart crawls away leakin weepy tears
Her trail of sobs unknowing
He follows paths another
Her slitty slit producin leaky juicy go

So crawl away!
Crawl away!
Leakin juicy go!

Let us pretend I am a nasty man. Go so far as to say I am cruel. Never say I am heartless. Lest thinks she has undone that which makes us one.

My little girl, my pretty one, how could you ever say? Dirty whore! Unforgivable slut! Naughty girl and bad is anything but play.

She stands there a trembling with her gently sway. Punished ere to be this very eve

I dress you so and place you so and prance around with glee. A reason born to let my cruelty free. Corner bound and towering down the fury of my glee. For through and through I am a cruel and nasty man.

You tremble there my little gently sway. I grab upon my fist, those panties pure and white. A gasp a moan a fretful prance all occur at once. You gasp and grasp.

You seek my blood but cruelly I deny. My blood is mine until you fall, Lowly at my feet. For cruelty has a measure full of nasty spite. This game of whores must lead to more ere my back is yours. I swing and swing as tearful cries splash upon the floor. Your forgiveness is not mine. I need it not. I want it not my darling butterfly. For know you not that stand you stood waiting for our twine. In my hall I swell and sway quaking with desire. Oh little one stood you there my little gently sway.

A whore?s remorse streaks your cheeks. I lick it with a smile. The fluid flows my lovely crocodile. You wish my blood to reconnect the lively dance of dances. My nectar pulse neath skin hot with baleful fire. Blood is there, you wish it so, yet earn you did it not. Heart and words a flutter winging through the night.

My eyes are iron to your soul. Python arms reach you round. Till breath shall they sunder. And still you lay and tremble with your gently sway. A snarl breaks my face as strike they do my cruelty?s teeth. No nibble here nor tickle there the ivory. A scream does sound my little one. She melts in time with my lunge at last her hands are free. Those claws reach and pull her life to draw on me.

Ripping sounds and shredding sounds commence. The play is done. The clothes undone. The thrusting just begun. You gasp and moan and cry out loud. Lay you bare with my gently sway. Nectar flows across the floor pooling in the light. Both blood and life and tearful tears mingle in the puddle.

Oh little one know this well and true. Your game of naughty sluts and dirty whores is fun very much. But stood you there in my hall gently sway a trembling. By choice by deed by willing fall did incite this nasty man to riot. Invite this man this cruel cruel man a snarl upon his face and every time in every place he will stand your stand.

For every time stand you there with your gently sway waiting for our twine.