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“ A long time ago lived a tall, long haired, mysterious eyed, broad-shouldered Warrior who was definitely without reproach, a valiant Masterful Master. His goals of acquiring to become the best archer, however noble, needless to say was a goal that would oftentimes produce lack of forethought of His demands of Mastery toward His scores of slave girls that He was responsible for training to serve Strong Men of Mastery, as He. His skillfulness of honing the aptitude to, without fail, aim each razor-sharp edged arrow perfectly into the center, regardless of His surroundings, extended throughout the village devoid of reserve.
One mid-autumn early afternoon while on His way into the remoteness region of His favored territory of the woodlands, to Master His archery skills yet still further, He come up the garments of a slave girls, strewn on the branches of a trees in close proximity of a pond. His curiosity increased as He slowly followed the sounds of splashing in a stream just ahead of a whole host of mighty oak trees in an area notorious for run away slave girls in quest of refuge from the thralldom of vicious Master’s.
His inquisitive temperament, naturally desired to continue following the echoes of trickling waterfalls, amidst the laughter of slave girls bathing, nonetheless He was led astray by way of the vision of roving buckskins. His aspirations as a Warrior hunter conquered His desires to make clear the images with the sounds He had just heard that enticed Him, yet not near enough as the vision of roving buckskins awaiting His prospects of aiming one of His sharpest piercing arrows successfully.
Most notably His desires to take unto Him wayfaring misplaced and worthless slave girls were not a frequent practice of His in teaching females how to serve Masterful Men as He. He reasoned as He swiftly took aim at the largest buckskin that He could focus His impeccable vision upon. Without fail His aim returned the largest buckskin that this Strong Warrior hunter had dominated under the Rule of His skillful hands.
With this unexpected and most gratifying hunt having concluded quickly, His forethought shifted in the direction toward sounds of laughing slave girls bathing in the cool waters that He had left behind. He redeemed His focus, setting His sight on discovering the sounds and images of slave girls bathing as His primarily goal. Reaching the water’s edge, glimpsing through the trees that shielded this well-defined slave girl bathing region, He become aware of a particular slave girl that reminded Him of a slave girl He had with all of His strong-willed nature decided to one day own. His inquiry of ownership of this exquisite slave girl, disclosed that a new Master previous to His assertion of enslaving her, exclusively, had claimed her.
With this former information and at this moment her bathing amongst run away slave girl’s led Him to come within reach of her with assurance. His strides toward her grew firmer as His thought recalled the inspection of her between the Masters on a hunt for an unmarked slave girl to train. Recalling her glistening eyes lowering as groping proved her virginity to be authentic. Immediately He recognizes her marking on the left side of her lower leg, just on top of the ankle. Obviously, indeed, ownership had branded this slave girl with an indelible mark that reflected tears in the midst of beauty, embracing the thorns of obedience in the center of delicacies.
Rarely were abandoned and discarded slave girls ever fit to serve another Master without a great amount of effort on the behalf of the Master. Looking upon her, exposed, head bowed, pierced orifices, branded, He notices tears flowing in His presence as a hushed calm like doves descended upon this well defined slave girl bathe, as He presented Himself for all to distinguish as a Strong Warrior Master. In the stillness, beneath the quietude, countless slave girls who were unaware of the presence of a Masterful Man, release sounds of shrilling that surge forth as their slave sister is summoned to fittingly obeisance before this Strong Master.
He allows her position of servitude except for a moment. Commanding her to rise and sit with her legs beneath her with head bowed as He questions her, she immediately obeys. Exposed, trembling she presents His desire. Quietly He inspects this slave girl. His touch brings a solace that she is ashamed to take notice of as she has been trained to deny all cravings from her former vicious Master. Yet her body defies her training, with a touch from the hands of this Masterful Warrior, she is assured into the deepest regions of her slave heart. His reassuring voice fills her with a sustaining power overriding all fears. His commands shift. Suddenly she is ordered to crawl to the tree just over the hill. Obeying His command she realizes this Master has embraced her deepest fears while waking her deeper subservient cravings to pour out submission else she would cease blooming.
Atop the hillside, lifting her up from the wetness of autumn upon the earth’s surface, His strength increases. Removing His leather tails from alongside His leather belt, she quivers. His power is apparent. He commands her to bow for the pleasures of His tails, hot upon her skin. Without delay she assumes this position of honor in servitude to this Strong Masterful Warrior. Forceful lashes sting one by one. The tears from her soul rise up like a tide at evening’s hours washing ashore. His consistent thrashing wakes a territory in her deeper than she knew she could travel.
A desire to be consumed by the powerful force of a Strong Master who holds her without irons, yet teaches while secured in His irons, authentically pierced the fantasies hidden in her slave heart. The tree bark underneath her body scratches as she clasps the earth, exposed on exposed. The non-cooperation of her body under the intense heat of this Masterful Warrior’s whipping opens a gushing flow of her honeysuckle nectar-dripping wet between her thighs. His voice commands her to breathe while she counts beginning with one and onward. His focus is flawless as He sears her with each hot passionate thrashing of His buckskin leather tails, as He assured her, hot upon her exposed skin. Directly felt with each thrashing to her exposed skin is His power behind the concentration, with which this Master aims. Omitting not one aim. His skillful hands bring her no harm. Yet rouse in her a craving to by no means be released from the thralldom of a strict Master as He. His whipping reminds her that she indeed is a slave girl. One who needs the firmness and superiority of a Strong Masterful Man who would not merely command her, yet teach her with each command.
His point of no return finds a way into the heart of this slave girl, as she no longer feels the sting of His leather tails thrashing her naked skin. His baritone voice flows freely through each channel of longing within her slave heart. Pulling her close to Him, she is reminded as He caresses her skin, opening her with force while driving His dominant fiery hardness deep into her body. Waves of delight flow while He uses her hard and rough. Cries flow forth, mingling with His powerful chords of ecstasy, flowing through each thunderous searing pulsating rhythm of His gyrating wildly inside of her. His desire to use her arrived. His thoughts focus on training her to be His slave girl, exclusively, as He fills her to overflowing with His fire of passionate might.
As she is commanded to dance with His seemingly endless waves of stamina, her body is taken captive by the virility that He releases deep into her body, intense, streaming along her inner thighs. Preceding Him completely releasing into this slave girl, she discovered to be overtaken with warmth surrounding her slave heart at the occasion to have been used by a valiant Masterful Warrior as she has heard of this Master’s reputation among her slave sisters in the village. His commanding voice orders her to bathe in the waters that He found her, straight away she obeys, and thereafter returning to Him, fully clothe prepared to travel with Him this evening into His chambers, where she will dwell with Him and give herself no more to another Master, without the approval of Him.
The song of a slave heart sings as His authoritative commands pierced the shame of this wayfaring slave girl on a quest for a Strong Master. Walking toward the waters to bathe, as commanded, He pulls her close, whispering into her ear, yet piercing her deep waters within, “ Predestined ownership, for a time as this, irrevocably covered by grace, forget it not slave girl of Mine!”
Composed by: Master DancingBEAR, copyright law applicable
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Respectfully, MasterDancingBEAR
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