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| I am a normal, passionate, content, energetic, intelligent, creative, compassionate, spiritually attuned ...
woman, mother, daughter, sister, lover, slut,
scholar, writer, dreamer, servant, slave ...
I seek ...
genuine companionship, sincere affection, personal challenge,
and TPE based on
Love, Trust, and Honesty.
I am a large lady, and that definately means more to love!
I have met an exciting, erotic Dom - Dawg1959, and hope to become better acquainted as I serve his pleasure via email and IM for now.
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Nude, she lies upon her mat, still chained to the foot of his bed. She feels her nakedness more than she ever imagined she would. Her hand absently touches the collar that shines beautifully from her neck and her body stirs as if he were present. She searches the shadows that dance on the walls of her Master's chambers. Her nipples pucker and stand as footsteps are heard nearby, but they pass.
Her eyes close as she allows her imagination to float on the stirrings of her body and soul. Master has spoken of trips to be taken, and she finds a thread of that notion and plays with it in her head unaware silent approach of her Master.
Wearing a plain skirt and top, she accompanies her Master along a mountain trail, a pack on each back. She follows as closely as she can, stumbling some, but managing to keep up. She is quite aware that she must maintain easy access for her Master's pleasure and strangely enjoys the feel of her swinging breasts as they sway freely beneath the thin fabric. Underwear, though not forbidden, is a luxury for her and an obstacle to His accessibility. Though not beautiful in the traditional sense, his slave has proved attractive and pleasant in her service, and he has come to appreciate her devotion and eagerness to please him.
They reach the desired camping place for the night and set up camp. She prepares the fire and gets dinner cooking while he watches her. Is he pleased, she wonders. As preparations are completed, she takes her place sitting close to his right foot. She steals a glance at his face. His mind seems far away. She softly strokes his feet and leans her head against his strong thigh. His fingers run through her golden hair as he turns her to face him. Instinctively, she presses her face between his thighs with a muffled groan. He says nothing. Should she follow her desire? She gently rubs her face against him and feels him respond. Again, she looks up into his face and catches a swift edge of a smile. She lifts her top over her head and cups her breasts as a simple offering to him as she buries her face against his strength. Still, he doesn't move or speak.
She turns to the dinner feeling her collar snug about her neck with a soft shiver of reality. She can feel his eyes on her partially nude body as she tends their supper. She smiles as her body grows hotter.
"Dear Master, shall I serve your dinner, please?" He does not answer. She waits, loving the intensity of ownership she feels. Long ago she gave up trying to understand what thrills her about being owned, she only knows it is an amazingly erotic feeling to give up power.
Yes," he answers after several minutes.
She scoops out the various items she has prepared for dinner and arranges them on the plate. Gracefully, she walks toward him, balancing the plate in one hand, the other hand sitting comfortably on the top of her buttocks, her sensuous curves seductively reflecting the glow of the fire. She has learned to walk in such a way as to make her rubenesque female form sway rhythmically for his pleasure. She kneels between his open thighs and almost automatically, his fingers pinch her hard nipples as she begins to serve his meal. She winces at his pinch. She picks a piece of the juicy meat, first, and lifts it to his lips trying to maintain concentration, his fingers pulling and pinching, twisting and tweaking her now throbbing nipples. A series of shivers cross over her soft pink flesh and he chuckles. She continues to feed him with her fingers until he, with a quick twist of her wrist, flips the plate over, dumping the remaining contents. She jumps, unsure of his mood.
He stands and walks toward his tent and disappears inside. After a few minutes, she stands and begins to clean, not certain if she is permitted to eat. Uncertainty is both a friend and a foe to her. As her mind searches what has just transpired for signs of his pleasure, her arousal increases. Wetness covers her upper thighs, and she wonders what the remainder of the evening will hold....................................... |
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As she approached, light pierced the white gauze that draped her female form and betrayed her sensuous and shapely silhouette. He smiled and drank in every inch of her and his heart rate increased as she stopped just in front of him. She looked into his eyes, smiled slightly, then lowered her gaze as she elegantly knelt, bowing gracefully to kiss his feet. They remained thus frozen for several minutes with the only movement being their breath coming and going. At long last, without anything further, she lifted herself enough to press her face against him, a silent plea ... She fully acknowledged his mastery of her most intimate self and her need to be gently dominated.
"Stand, please, and feel the depth of my love for you, my most precious Jewell. Remove your covering once and for all and revel in my total affection. I own you fully, but just as fully, I also belong to you," the Master spoke.
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| Age: 36 |
| Atlanta,
Georgia |
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