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11/23/2013 10:56:13 AM

Just some of my writing::::

The Slave

I await, kneeling chained from my metal chastity device to her large winged back chair in anticipation of her arrival home from her long day at work. As usual my Goddess had left me with my water bottle and bucket to quench my thirst and perform my fluid expulsion. She always monitors my bodily output as these fluids are used in my bathing later in the night before I am caged in her unfinished basement. I hear the sound of her car as she enters the garage. I immediately take position 1, kneeling, thighs spread open, head down, hands on thighs, palms up. This was one of many positions she has taught me and the welts I proudly wear on my naked ass display the time and effort of her teachings. The door opens slowly as she walks in wearing her black dress with her high heel black leather shoes. He dark hair flows as she walks model like to the chair and sits back to rest. She looks down at me and says, Greet, with that I immediately bow over and kiss each of her shoes. Her dark brown eyes stare deeply at me as though she is looking into my soul. As I raise back to kneeling position she say, “ it has been a very frustrating day, and I feel as though tonight I will share my frustration with you”, then she laughs and says, “ poor slave, this will be a night you may never forget”. My mind races, what does she have in stored for me tonight?

She leans back, sips her red wine slowly, lightly letting her tongue swirl the glass purposely teasing me, knowing that my prolonged chastity has driven me into a deep submission with a total willingness to be conquered and squashed. She looks down and says, “recite your slave creed to me boy.” I kneel up, head down and begin. “· In general, slave must learn and accept all slave behavior as being normal, and learn to behave in a way that is natural-looking and feeling. Additionally, slave should always act and respond to make Goddess look right about the orders she gives. A slave does not respond in any way that causes the appearance that Goddess has made a mistake.
· slave is considered a part of Goddesses body. slave is to learn to act as naturally, with the same obedience, lack of attitude, and co-ordination as any other part of Goddesses body. To act any other way, is to act in a disabled, disrespectful, and disobedient way. A slave always acts with dignity, and in a way that reflects positively on its Goddess. Where a slave and its Goddess stand only one stands.
· slave’s mind is considered part of Goddesses mind. slave will learn to calm its mind and not allow interference from its own thoughts or its former persona to cloud the clarity of its slavery.” She looks down, laughs and says, “As it should be”.

As my Goddess leaned back, shaking her head displaying her long dark hair, she looked once deeply into my eyes and said, “Fetch my equipment box.” I leaned forward and crawled like a dog to the large wooden box located in the corner of living room. She keeps a box of training equipment in the living room for times like this, as her full collection is below in the dungeon and neatly spread throughout the walls. I grabbed the handle to the box and pulled it lightly across the carpet, only to have her say, “STOP”. “You know never to drag anything in my house, but now that you have felt the need to do it, I will feed your need slave.” She arose from her chair and walked slowly to the box. Her walk was stern and deliberate, as she placed one heel in front of the other, much like a runway model. She opened the box and removed a chain, lock and metal rings. She told me to lean over and spread my legs and as affixed the metal rings to my balls, the cold feel of the steel was an uncomfortable reminder of a mistake that was soon to be corrected. As she placed the rings on my balls, one ball at a time, she hooked the lock to the second ring and attached the chain. She then affixed the other end of the chain to the handle on the box and locked it into place. She looked at me and said, “Stand bitch and on your tippy toes.” “Now since you like to drag this box in my house drag it now, and do it on your toes, as this is good training for you will soon be wearing high heels, as all my bitches do.” I stood up, raise my arches on my feet and slowly began to walk, as I felt the sting of her crop on my ass cheek, I knew now she not satisfied with the speed I was moving. My balls ached as they stretched pulling this box across the floor, my moans grew with each step and as they did I was told to stop. Suddenly she brought the crop upon my ass cheeks at a rapid rate as the hits reigned down so rapidly that I fell to my knees screaming, “Mercy”. “Mercy”, she said, “Mercy in my house means give me more please.”

After pulling the box from one end of the floor to the other, struggling with each step, I fell to my knees in front of her winged back chair, gasping to catch my breath. I knew once again, Mz. Dorra had tested me to see if I had any dominant genes left within my body or mind, as she was bound and determined to find those genes and squeeze them from my body like tooth paste from a tube. She walked back slowly and sat down in her chair, kicking of her shoes and exposing her adorable feet and painted toes to me, looking down with her deep dark brown eyes, she said, “Caress”. I knew this order and immediately began kissing her toes, starting at her baby toe and working my way to her large toe. Her skin was a mocha colored silky smooth delight as she had always had regular pedicures and her feet were the definition of perfection. Her cocoa butter scent was intoxicating. After kissing each toe, I slowly drew my tongue from her soft heel to her big toe, licking her soles making sure every area of her sweet foot was covered by my slave tongue, much like a painters brush. She had taught me how his was to be performed and it was my duty to make sure it was done to her exact specifications, as a mistake would surely draw welts on my slave ass. She dropped off her other shoe and began slowly teasing me by dancing it ever so lightly over my chastity cage, allowing my cock to fill and grow enough to know that it was locked and controlled by my Goddess. She enjoyed my frustration, as she knew my chastity drove me deeper and deeper into submission.

 

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LadyAliha
 
 Age: 46
  Florida