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not worthy... yet (get the flesh ready) - 1/2/2011 3:17:29 PM

NZKitten

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hello all,

I am new to writing - so please let me know your feedback - good or bad

Thank you
Kitten

In a dimly lit room – empty except for an O ring in the centre of the roof. I wait. I am ready having taken great care to prepare myself for my duty tonight. The door opens an in enters a very feminine but unmistakeable male figure. He has been told the rules, he must not make eye contact with me and he is to only speak when spoken to.
His job is to provide flesh for my masters cane, my job is please my master.
He walks into the centre of the room; he is dressed in nothing but a G string and cuffs. He reaches his hands up and I clip his cuffs to the o ring.
I move slowly around him, I study what it is I have to work with. I know my master well, I will not disappoint him. This man must become a woman – worthy of my master’s attention. Although I am not worthy of his attention, I know I must work hard to earn the affections of his cane. I must transform this flesh in front of me.
I get to work; I must not keep master waiting. I check every inch of his body; he must be perfect for master. This blank flesh is inadequate for my master. Patches of un kept skin and hair cover its body. I ready my supplies. First I must clean this flesh. I scrub his entire body with freezing cold water and a rough brush – he makes an uncomfortable noise – this isn’t allowed. One glace and he is silent – he dear not make noise!
I wax him, tiny strip at a time. Repeating as often as needed. This flesh must be perfect. Master would expect nothing less. The flesh is rough to the touch; it needs to learn that master’s standards are high. It must be soft against master’s hand. I moisturize the flesh – once, twice, three times. The flesh feels soft.
It must be dressed. I have packed a large bag of master’s likes. I select a black satin garter belt, black lace topped stockings and dangerously high heels. This flesh is pleasing to the eye.
My job has been completed. Master enters the room; I look to him for approval. None is given – have I done badly? My legs fall from under me, I lay on the floor in front of my master, looking up at him, begging almost for his approval. He has a long cane in his hand. He walks past me and towards the flesh I have prepared for him.
His cane splits the air in the room, sending shivers though my body. It impact against the flesh creates an ungodly sound.
I curl myself into a tighter ball, hiding my face. Master disapproves. He requires me to watch. I feel his power moving closer to me, then the touch of his flesh against my skin; it sends his power though out my entire being. Then he pulls my hair hard, forcing me to make eye contact with him. Tears are flooding my eyes, the power in his eyes consumes me, he watches as his power over takes me fully – I put up no fight – willingly surrendering myself to him.
He drags my flesh to his side; I lay at his feet, as he beat the flesh I have prepared for him. He knows I’m not ready to feel the full force of his affection for me.
Hours pass, draining my master’s affections. He saves me the last few drops of affection and wraps me in a soft blanket. He releases the flesh and it is told to leave us. He directs me to his bed. We lay in embrace. He runs his hands over my skin as I return.