sirmagic
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As Masters and Dominants we each have an individual style.
I have observed over many years styles primarily run physical
then mental. This is fine, for D/s is as individual as the
number of people who partake of its gifts.
My domination in a sense is a celebration of several things.
I honor the femininity of my slaves, their love and their
devotion. To submit to me is to agree to walk a deeply
sensual and sexual path, to have the doors to your inner
sensual animal opened. We humans are such arrogant beings, we
delude ourselves into believing our intellect has risen us
above that of lower species. In my view this is a highly
structured and intellectual lie. We humans are animals,
driven by our passions, emotions and evolution.
I am a MAN, you are a Woman, with this simply said let us
begin.
You can feel the warm breeze as it passes by your naked wet
feminine lips. You are dressed in a tasteful yet slightly
snug skirt and heels. The skirt is above the knee, too long
to be a mini but short enough to entice on a subliminal level.
Today it is a dark shade with no patterns, the hue flows
downward to your sheer black nylons and black patent U throat 3 inch
pumps. The heels shape your legs and change your walk
as you move down the hall of your office. Your hips sway
with a natural female sexiness which few men and some
women on a subconscious level can't ignore. As you strut,
you feel your feminine juices wetting your inner thighs and the
tops of your garters. As MY sub, my slut you are not allowed to
wear panties except when obviously necessary. This is to keep
you available to me at all times and is meant to be a reminder
of such.
You are in heat like a bitch dog, but then what else is new.
Ever since you entered training with me your body has been this way.
It has been unyielding and unrelenting sometimes driving
you to the point of sweet madness. You turn the corner and
pass two men in the hall, they stop talking to watch you
strut by. Over the weeks you have noticed the changes in
men and women's attitude toward you. As you move by them
they sense your in heat and subconsciously smell it to.
Suddenly their dicks are getting hard and have no conscious
idea why. All they know is they want you and feel the need
for your approval. This the power of being a "hole",
embracing your place.
Their looks are not lost on you as you once again become aware of your
hard nipples and the chain jewelry which runs between each nipple under
your bra. It is a small gold chain with nooses on each end which tightens
down upon the nipple, holding the heavy gold chain in place. It is one of
several symbols of my ownership which you are required to wear at one time
or another. You shall live with constant sensual reminders of the state of
being, I desire to keep you in. For I am the Master, the Dom. and you are
my sub or slave, never let there be any doubt who you belong to.
Entering your office and close the door. Pulling out your chair you sit
and suddenly inhale sharply as a subtle wave of pleasure shoots through
your body. It is the third reminder of who and what you are. You squirm a
bit sending another delicious wave from your ass to the rest of your body.
The butt plug presses in deeper as you sit fully. At the same time your
womanhood clenches and your clit throbs a new sending another flow of
excitement downward. Your mind floats off to the events of the morning as
you drift along the river of memory, taken in its momentary eddy . It was
at 5 am this morning when you awoke on your back with your legs spread. A
small sigh escaped your lips as your Master's manhood stroked within you.
It happens every morning around that time. I come out of R.E.M sleep and
my body goes into test mode as my glands kick in. This is true for all
males a natural daily wakening process, of course the side effect is a
blessing and curse. As I became conscious, my member throbbed giving me
the " all functioning normal" signal, otherwise known as a morning hard
on. Getting up I threw back the covers and listened to your steady
breathing of deep sleep. I moved to the bottom of the bed and proceeded to
lubricate the head on my penis with my own salvia.
Then taking hold of your ankle I opened your legs, this caused you to roll
over onto your back while you slept. With practiced ease I mounted you
easily stroking deeply within you. The ease of my entry was no surprise,
for your womanhood was already in stand-by mode, as I have trained to be.
From the day I possessed you, you became a feminine spirit constantly in
waiting for the next time, your Master desired to claim you.
On the first stroke your breathing changed, I pulled back slowly and your
body began to respond instantly as I could feel you getting wetter. I
pulled my member to the edge of your embrace and then once again drove
myself within. This time your legs began to lift into the air your hips
angled upward as your breathing began to change and sharpen. By the time
you had fully awakened some 5 strokes later you arms were about my hips as
I now stroked myself fully within your hot slick embrace.
You groaned and sighed the sounds of pleasure as your Master has taken you
simply because I designed to. I am the Master, you are the sub. You have
offered up to me the greatest of gifts, your love, your complete
submission and of course your mind soul and body. It is from this mandate
to which I own you, possess you and control you.
In the beginning I had warned you, I will reduce you to the sexual animal
within you. I will reach forth to your inner being and unleash the slut
and whore caged within your soul and set it free. I shall forever throw
you into the hot pool of which is your femininity and make you swim its
waters. For you are a women, you are female. You will be taught to
surrender to the natural sexual power which resides within the spring of
sensuality, bubbling forth from your core. Your life now is a celebration
of all that is woman and the lust within your soul.
As I stroke deeply, your pleasure rises like the morning sun. Your head is
thrown back as you welcome me completely into your body.
" What do you live for ?" I softly whisper.
You take a deep gasp as you immediately answer.
"To serve my Master. I exist to give pleasure to him and others."
"Yes slut, that is correct", I press the top of my manhood against the top
of your outer rim and pull back hard and slow. Your arms tighten and you
cry out in pleasure as I've effectively stimulated your clitoris on a up
stroke.
" What are you ?" I then ask.
" I'm a slut, a whore, I live to be used and enjoyed."
" Yes Slut, that is correct".
Once again you cry out in pleasure as I begin to use you in earnest.
As it is my right, some mornings I will let you cum, others not. For with
this Master "release" is earned, not a right. It is also part of your
training, part of how I keep you wet and ready to be taken at all times.
On this morning, I took you, used you letting you fulfill your purpose and
what you are.
Your mind snaps back to your office as you find yourself sitting there
with your fingers unconsciously stoking your still aching sex. I had
refused you release this morning and then proceeded to order you to wear
your butt plug for they day. It was sweet sadistic torture as the plug
keeps your mind focus on what you are, why you exist and your Master. You
close your eyes and surrender to the carnal cravings within, unlike the
early days when you fought it. Often you would run off to the bathroom and
feverishly stroke your sex seeking release, but to no avail. If anything
it just made the suffering worse. In the end you had to accept the truth,
you were a trained pleasure slave, you will cum when I tell you to cum and
only when I do.
Yes, I know some of you will laugh at this claim. But, it is very.. very
true.
With that thought your mind flashes back to the weekend before. You were
wearing a slave hood with openings for just your nose and mouth. About
your waist was a leather corset with two heavy metal rings built into each
side. Attached to the rings were heavy duty padded wrist restraints to
which your wrists were bound securely into. The black and red leather
restraint corset came up to bottom your breasts with curve cut outs and
down only to the tops of your hips. You could smell the soft incense as
you lay upon stain sheets in a place you did not know. You tried to left
your head but quickly realized there was a slave ring at the top of your
leather hood and it was attached to the head bord of the bed. You moved
your legs and could feel the cool air upon your excited sex. There was the
presence of others you did not know in this room, how many you could not
tell over the sounds of Mozart playing in the background.
Your master had brought you to this place blind folded. Before you were
lead away he asked, "are you my pleasure slave ?"
"Yes," you replied.
"Then go with these women and don't resist."
You were lead away blind folded, striped, the corset placed upon you and
now you were upon this bed with people milling about. You hear a "pop" and
recognize it for what it is, a bottle of wine being opened and soon after
the tinkling of glasses.
A few moments later you feel a presence next to you.
"You are a slut are you not "? It was your Masters voice.
"Yes," you answered softly."
"Then prove it, make me proud."
There was movement on several sides upon the bed as fingers began to touch
you all over. Then hands, lips and then tongues. How many you could not
say, for your body undulated awash in sensual pleasure. Then hands took
hold of your legs opening you while and then you were taken.
One by one they mounted you, took you and used you for theirSirMagic Pic
pleasure. How many you couldn't remember for you were lost
within the seas of your own lust. From the deep, suppressed
depths came forth the caged she wolf slut in heat, newly
freed from its long imprisonment. Your hips began reaching up
to greet each new man as your body milked him of his essence.
Often as they moved within you, you would beg them to take
you harder, faster or slower. You were trained to be slut, a
pleasure slave, to exist not only to serve, but to be
enjoyed. As your fervor grew so did theirs and yet in the end
it was you who conquered them. For you hungered to fulfill
your purpose and to please your Master as well. In the end
you were had by many, in many different ways. It was also the
night you first tasted other women, as they sat upon your
face in between the rides of uncontrolled male lust. In one
such case she informed you she held within her your Masters
essence freshly sprayed deeply within her. As she sat upon
you, the taste of both their juices drove you to new high's
of lust and desire. The Master is pleased with you, for your
unrestrained lust made you the envy of all the other Masters
and slaves.
Pouring your still trembling body into the car, shaking with unreleased
need the Master takes you home. You had pleased me by giving into to the
passions, lust and whore within you. As I have said, release is earned and
on this night I rewarded you by making you cum until you begged me to
stop.
The knock on your office door bolts you up right. Once again you drifted
off for countless mounts.
"Yes"
Someone pokes their head in, "you have a visitor to see you".
" Thanks," you say as calmly as you can hoping they can't read the
excitement in your face and body. You get up and head to the reception
area.
By the sway of your hips as you walk down the hall, I can tell the butt
plug is doing its job keeping you on the edge. It also causes you to walk
more enticingly in the most sensual of manners. Half way to me you look up
from adjusting yourself and you see it is your Master. Your heart skips a
beat, your pussy twitches and your nipples begin to get even harder. In
your eyes I can read your lust and frustration as you come up to me.
" I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd stop by to speak with you for a
moment, got a sec ?" My demeanor is purely business like as my eyes track
over to the receptionist, sitting behind you pretending she doing
something else.
" Sure," you say.
" In that case, walk me down stairs."
I turn and instead of heading for the elevator, I move to the door marked
stairs. Opening the door I make a grand gesture with my hand singling you
to walk through first, I move behind you closing the door. I reaching out
seizing you by the arm and with gentle force swing you toward the wall
face first.
" Hands on the wall slut, assume the position," I command. You place your
hands upon the wall and spread your legs. Unfortunately, I'm not pleased
and I slide my foot in between your legs and nudge you even wider.
" When I say spread I mean to the best of your ability, is that understood?"
" Yes Master."
Slowly my hand slides under your skirt and over your garter tops. I `m
pleased with the way you are dressed, subtly sexy yet very feminine. But
then why wouldn't I like it, since it is I who decides what you often wear
anyway. My hand slips suddenly as I encounter your wet thighs as I
literally skid straight into your drenched womanhood. You gasp and groan
as my fingers are engulfed by your hot wet aching lust. I begin to play
with it as your head leans forward against the wall and your ass presses
back. Swiftly I pull out my fingers and place them in from of your face.
" You see this ?"
You gaze upon my two fingers glistening with your juices. I open my
fingers and a small strand of clear fluid bridges the two inch gap between
my fingers before it falls away dripping to the cement floor.
"This slut is how I want you. This is how I will keep you."
"Yes Master ".
I drive my fingers back into your hungry depths and began to work you in
earnest. Your hips buck as soft little cries escape your lips. I can feel
the butt plug filling your nether regions as my thumb strikes against it
moving it up and down, in time with my fingers. The pleasure surges over
you as I make you dance upon my fingers. Within moments you are overcome
by the joys of your body and surrender to my will.
" What are you ?" I ask.
You gasp as your hips do a slow grind, "I'm your slut, your pleasure
slave".
" Yes, slut that is correct."
I jam my fingers deeper. Your head comes back and you give a low deep
grown. " What do you live for ?" My fingers slid forward and tease your
clit causing you to shiver and cry out. Your voice is lust filled throaty,
"I live to be fucked , to be used for pleasure."
" Do you love it ?"
" Yes.. oh god yes," you respond from the depths of passion.
I bend forward and kiss you on the back of your neck and with my free hand
I take hold of your nipple through your blouse and squeeze it hard. Your
body shivers as you almost drop to the floor.
"You've pleased me slut, and what happens when you please me ?"
"I get rewarded."
"Yes, you do." The tempo of my fingers increases as I drive you closer and
closer to the edge of the great abyss. Finally I whisper into you ear.
" Come for me."
Your head rears back as you bite down on your lip trying to stifle the
scream as a wave of ecstasy washes over you, carrying you over the edge
into passion's abyss. As convulsions sap you of your control and your
ability to stand your knees give way and I take hold of you. One arm
encircles supporting you while the other remains between your legs. You
are now caught up in the maelstrom of rapture being tossed about like a
feather in wild winds. In this moment all the suffering and agony is now
been turned into an indescribable exultation. In your mind the price has
been worth it, I am the darkangel and you would gladly give up your soul
for more.
Eventually my fingers slow and I pull them free of your sex as you gasp
for air and begin to stand once again on your own. While your senses
return I slide my slick fingers into you mouth and with out being told
you, lick then suck them clean. Once your are done I pull you toward me
and I kiss you deeply and passionately pressing your back up against the
wall. Your heart and soul yield, as I once again consume for in this
moment, I define what is and what shall be.
I break our loves embrace as I turn and begin to walk down the stairs. You
cry out softly like a lost hungry child. Just before I move out of sight I
stop and look up at you.
"I'm pleased with you, very pleased."
Six simple words suddenly infuse your heart with joy and your whole being
soars as if upon the wings of white dove. I continue on my way leaving the
sounds of my departure to echo behind me.
Walking back you your office you hold yourself, your mind
and body awash in sensation. You are slowly trying to
refocus back to work, yet images and feelings race through
your mind and soul. You sit in your chair, becoming aware
of the gooey mess between your legs and the happy sense of
ownership. Leaning back you stare at the far wall as you
embrace the feelings of your ownership, desires, submission
and love for your Master.
Softly you chuckle to your self as the realization hits
you. "Yes," you say softly to yourself, " you are the
Master. You know full well my ache is now a burning
hunger." A smile crosses your lips having realized what
I've done. By giving you physical release I mentally
reinforced your submission to my will, desires and insured
your womanhood will burn bright and hot; for the one who
owns you body, heart and soul.
To each there own in D/s. This is but a small glimpse of
what has become my style. For I prefer to possess the heart, the passion
and spirit and in doing so take my sub on a wild ride of all her most
inner desires. Make no mistake, I always push those who submit to me to
the very edge of their known sexual universe, often redefining it in the
process. I don't care how extreme a sub cravings are, be it pleasure, pain
or dangerous games. My job is to hold her on the very precipice above the
great river of desire, to allow her to unleash all that which is her
carnal fire. Then just before she burns up like a shooting star across the
heavens, say "Enough !" and bring her safely back so she may live to enjoy
the ecstasy of her animal passions again.. and again and again. Until
lights of her fire fade out and the bubbling spring of her sexuality runs
dry.
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