Entering, barely dressed, attired only in a black silk robe, that flits and floats around my body... walking over to a hook on the wall adjacent to a side door... removing the robe so that I am now completely exposed, but my back and ass only visible to the room, my hand stroking my belly, feeling the dried cum in my body hair... so delicious, such a good sign of what has been already, and what is yet to come... leaving the room through the side door, the sound of harsh hot jets of cleansing water, a little steam seaping beneath the door, and a dark, song from the baritone voice of a Master permeates the air...
The door to the side opening, as I emerge, black towel wrapped around my waist... walking behind a screen... and out of sight, naked once more...
...entering the room...fresh from my shower this morning...once again inhaling and catching the scent of Master.......mmmmmmmmmmmmmm......walking slowly over to the bar...turning towards the mirror to do some last minute primping for my Master...wanting everything to be perfect for him...adjusting the pins holding my shiny chocolate colored tresses atop my head...an alluring bun with gold stray tendrils gently framing my face...touching up my matte mauve lipstick..lining them to perfection and then painting the color over my full lips...pressing them together making sure the color is distributed evenly....spraying a bit more of my fragrance on my slender neck...adjusting my collar...the three rings laying flat against my pronounced collar bones...the center ring holding the precious gift from my Master...His tag of Ownership...the silver tag engraved with the word Kildare on it...telling all to those who do not know...
...stepping closer to the mirror...pulling up the smooth black leather thigh high boots which mold to my shapely legs...the five inch heels making my back arch just a tad more than it normally does...today nothing covering my smooth seX...Master wants this open and accessible to him at all times...a black leather demi bra barely covering my luscious full breasts complete the outfit....
...taking one of the bottles of California Merlot from the bar and pouring the ruby liquid into two crystal wine goblets...taking to them to Master's chair my the fire and waiting for him...kneeling patiently....
...hearing you enter...feeling the heat from your body....sending shivers down my spine...my whole being atuned to you...and you alone...
From behind the screen I step out as Master, Master of my glorious julianna on whom all my love, adoration and darkness is centered...The flowing white shirt, frilled cuffs hiding the fine leather of my gloved hands, the glimmer of the leather pants, the resounding click of the heels of my boots, and the rythmic beat of my crop, striding towards a chair, my chair by the fireside, feeling so clean, renewed... a heady fragrance permeating the air...
...head snapping in your direction as i hear the click of your boots the rythmic beat of the crop i know so well...the one that caresses my pale flesh until i scream...
Smiling... so my slave...taking the glass, holding it to the light, inspecting the crimson liquid, a pervasive memory flits through my mind, then sipping from the glass...mmmmm you look so alluring.... so very appropriate...
..blushing and smiling at your words...chin lowered slightly...looking up at you through thick dark lashes.....thank you Master...i want nothing more than to please you...
I use the crop to carress lightly your flesh, your cheek, your chin, your collared neck.... shoulders, the pale creamy flesh that leads to your breasts... using the tip through the leather of your bra to taunt your nipples...
taking it lower now.. over your stomach... your mound, pressing there, making you shift suddenly, smiling as you bounce a little, catch your breath, then exhale in a throaty moan..
sliding the tip between your legs... grazing your thighs, pushing, causing them to part, to widen, the stretch in your sex muscles begins, seeing the change in your gaze, and another gentle moan...
..quivering as i feel the crop work its magic on me....kneeling now in front of you...mmmmmmm...closing my eyes and just feeling...the scent of leather as it moves close to my face intoXicating...watching as the crop makes its way down to my breasts...my nipples harden immediately as the crop teases them...the pink buds thickening and distending....looking up at you and whispering...i love You Master
..mmmmmmmmm...yes moaning now...softly...jagged slavegirl breaths...the wetness on my sex coating my lips...making them slick and shiny...the begging of the torture...the ache that doesn't go away until you grant my release...the sweet ache that you give as your gift to me...
The scent from your already wet lips, meeting my nose... breathing deeply of you, filling myself with you, heady fragrances, yours and mine mingling, no difference, no space between us... locked together... my right boot moving so that my foot is poitioned between your legs, the toe edging closer to you, slowly, the sound of the leather sole grazing the floor as it moves into that dark space between your thighs....
...letting out a deep breath as i feel the heat from your boot edging closer to my sex...wanting to rock on it...wanton lustful slave...mmmmmmmmm....lifting my head to gaze into your hazel eyes...eyes that mesmorize and captivate me...
...letting out a deep breath as i feel the heat from your boot edging closer to my sex...wanting to rock on it...wanton lustful slave...mmmmmmmmm....lifting my head to gaze into your hazel eyes...eyes that mesmorize and captivate me...
The black leather toe omy boot opening your lips, working your flesh so that it parts, yields... putting down my glass, and now bring the crop quickly to your chin... forcing your head to tilt backward, as if to say 'you are slave, and you may not watch, you may only be done unto'...
Sliding the tip of my boot through and back... making the gleam into a shine, your juice soaking the leather... sliding it up through the lips, through your veiling flesh, to graze lightly the hardening bud of your clit... smiling back at you, holding your chin it's awkward straining position...
With my free hand I take hold of one of the rings in your collar, forcing it around your neck... now the rings lie so that one is at the back, one on your shoulder and the third at the front....
....responding as the crop pushes my head back...whimpering softly...knowing your will...blinking my deep green eyes...little tears forming in the corners...tears of love and submission......aaaaaaahhhhhh...feeling the boot as it parts my flesh...the pink petals you love to tease and torture...my wetness dripping onto your boot making the already shiny tip gleam...
My boot continuing to stroke you gently... the leash, your leash and it's cold chain brought out from behind my chair... purposely trailing the cold metal over your body as I reach in front of you and the click secures it in place, the leather strap handle held firmly... tugging you forward forcing you chin against the rigid crop... the ache in you muscles growing more intense...
..feeling you twist the collar on my neck...the rings rearranged at your will...sighing softly, swallowing hard...
My boot leaving you.... the crop relaxing just a little... so my slave did you enjoy this little interlude?
...hearing but not seeing my collar being attached to the ring...my neck arched back as you pull me forward...whimpering but not struggling...
..feeling the rush of cold air where the heat of your boot used to me...my sex contracting, clenching...my hips swaying just a little...hearing your voice...answering you.....yes, Master...i love everything we do...i love being with you so much...
No you mis-heard me...did you enjoy this interlude?
...my green eyes widening...blushing for now answering you properly......why yes Master, i enjoyed it very much...thank you Master...lowering my eyes...
Then you should show your respect, show your gratitude... now how can I leave with your dried cunt juice dulling the shine of my boot... do think this is right? pushing your head back once more with the crop, then removing it from your chin.... the chain of the leash taut still making it difficult for you to move, legs wide....
...my head being pulled forward and pushed up by the crop at the same time..my eyes wide and filled with tears......no Master...it is not right...please let me clean your boot for you.. please let me lick it clean with my little slave tongue...
Why do you even ask, it needs to be done... now do it slave... holding the leash taut, limiting your movements all the more....
...trying to slide my legs down so i can lower myself to lick your boot....my mind frantic as you continue to prevent me from doing my task...my heart beating fast beneath my breast...
Something wrong?... You don't seem to be doing as you should be... not a good trait in a slave... not good at all... releasing barely an inch of the leash's length
so sorry Sir, my computer is acting up.....kicking it!!...i believe it is better now...
..struggling once more to lower my body so that i may clean your boot...feeling you loosen the leash a bit...pleading with you......please Sir, please let me lick your boot...
Silently musing on the thought of being kicked by you in those boots!.... damn lucky computer if you ask me!!!
Another few links slip between my thumb and finger... sorry what did you say?
My free hand moving to remove one of your breasts from the cup of your bra... exposing the deep pink flesh of your aroused nipple... Now you want to clean my boot... let me help you do that... taking hold of your nipple, instantly and all al once, twisting, squeezing and pulling... hard!
...even as you release the leash a bit more i still feel frantic...now begging you......pllllllleeeeeaaaaase Sir, pllllllllleeeeeaaaase let my clean your boot with my slave tongue..plllllleeeeeeeaaaase Sir.......moaning softly...my spirit becoming one with yours...my slave spirit...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
1...2...3 more links... a response to your pleading... the burn spreading from your breast, the hard pressure no more intense, though neither lessening... constant, burning into you
...kicking my computer again...ugggggggrrrrrrrhhhhhhgggg!!!.......leaning down towards your boot...trying hard...your hand following me...attached to my nipple...pinching...my begging becoming frantic and louder......oooooooooooohhhhhhhh pllllllllleeeeeassssse.....plllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaassssseee......plllllllleeeeeasaaaassssse...
A concerned look spreading across my face... seem to be losing you... have I taken you too far...
no, never losing me.. just my computer.......thinking you and i know that i know this rt...mmmmmmmm...the begging...the ache...
Suddenly at the height of your screaming, at a moment when the tension in metal links is at its greatest I release my grip altogether... watching the shock wash across your face, the realization you are now free, heading with force to my boot... your hands darting out to save you, your nose a hairs breadth from my boot as the joint action of your hands and my tightening suddenly on the leash save you....
...lowering my body to your boot...my face inches away...inhaling my femslavescent...my juices dulling the previously shiny black leather tip...my pink tongue inching out for its first taste...
Watching, stirring as I see your mouth pressing towards my boot.... your pink tongue licking, tasting...
..picking up the rhythm again...cursing my computer out loud......nearly falling into your boot...panic and fear as my hands push out to catch me....feeling the tigtening of the chain once again as you pull me back...save me...my breathing hard and fast...my heart beating in time with my aroused clit....my mouth dry...struggling my the words...finding my voice......thank you Master...i love you Master
...my tongue darting out of my pouty mouth...kitten licks to your boot...tasting my essence on the leather...mmmmmmmmmm...licking it clean...longer lolipop licks...pink against black...mixing leather and cunt juice...intoxicating....
..moaning...moving my head as i lick...cleaning, shining it for you...licking all around the tip...mmmmmmmmmmm...the wetness between my legs begining to drip once again the the floor...so hot for you...so madly in love with you...
Seeing the word rythmn, seeing your ass in the air... seeing my idle crop... making a connection... a stinging connection right on your ass... seering into you... again and again... the force in my forearm concentrated... beating you... beating, squeezing your juice from you...
aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.....reacting to the sweet sting of your crop as it makes contact with my upturned rounded flesh.......thank you Master......thank you...mmmmmmm...ooooooooohhh....dropping my head again...continuting my task...licking, cleaning, kissing the toe of your boot...my body rocking back and forth as i lick, my whole body...unable to avoid the crop as it follows my movements, relentless, punishing....
..the ache in my sex becoming nearly unbearable, but bear it i must, as it is your will...your bidding that i followi...mmmmmmmmm...thinking that you know, always, just what i need....
As the rythmn continues my arousal grows, seeing you squirm and shift.... the crop leaving bright trails, intense marks, marks that will persist...
...the pain instense as not only the tab of the crop makes contact with my tender flesh but the shaft of the crop as well...knowing the criss cross of red marks that are blossoming on my skin...then turning into white welts...making me scream out...making the honeyslavejuice flow from my slave cunt, Your cunt, the cunt that Belongs to You...
Becoming consumed by my own passion, my desire for you, my cock pulsating with need, sensing your dripping wetness.... growing and oozing to match it....
Bearing the ache no longer, I move forward from my chair... pulling on the leash raising your head, pushing you backward, backwards on to the fireside rug... your legs bending and unfolding from beneath you... until you lie prone ... my hand opening the fastening of my pants, my hard cock spring forth, gasping, gasping for my cunt....
Lifting your long booted legs, sooooooo delicious so they a held against my shoulders, pressing them to your chest as I move to mount you, as my cock finds its cunt... its rightful belong... wetness meeting wetness... my hands grasping your wrists holding them above your head, my weight pressing down on you restraining you... and my cock makes smooth rapid passage into you... pressing home deeply.... taking you, all of you for my own
...my legs part...always parted for you...free access to Your cunt at all times....my smooth sex covered with my juices, my labia swollen deep pink...my clit hard and engorged...neeeding, craving, wanting you...needing you to split my flesh...
oooooooohhhhhhhgggggggggoooooooooooodddddddddd.......moaning loudly as you enter me...your thick shaft stretching my tight hole wide...slick with our juices...juices that mingle and meld with each other as sure as the ocean meets the sand....mmmmmmmmmm....rocking with you...my legs against my chest holding me open so wide...watching your face as we begin this dance...
Gazing directly into your eyes, my body tight, frantic over yours, shifting my grip on your wrists, so that one hand becomes free, shifting my weight... reaching down where our flesh combines, fingers finding your hard, throbbing bud.... and as I push deliberately into you my fingers dance over your clit...
..knowing this feeling soooooooo well...aaaaaaaahhhhh...feeling it to my core.....fuck me Master, please fuck me...take Your cunt...
..and your fingers know eXactly where to touch, how to touch...how to make your slave moan and scream...pant and beg...feeling you make wet light circles over my clit...tossing my head from side to side...the hair falling around my face escaping the pins holding it up...mmmmmmmmm....your cock fucking my core...sliding deep in my wetness as the inner petals tighten to drive you on...
You see that look come over my face, that darkness you know so well... that desire to take my whole body, and spread your slave cunt so wide that I am completely consumed by it, the thrust of my hips becoming all the more violent, urgent... my fingers dancing mercilessly over your ripened clit...
..watching you watch me...yes, that look in your face as you want to drive your cock so far in my cunt...riding me high and hard...your fingers pushing me on the waves threatening to wash over me consume me as my orgasm starts to rock me......oh, please Master may i cum...please may i cum......soooooo close...breathing hard fast, Your cunt clenching around your shaft...
My own breathing lost, uncontrolled, and through that I whisper you may .. please dooooooo.... My rythmn continuing, long hard shafting strokes... frantic fingering... on and on and on.....
...crying out as i cum......oooooooohhhhhyyyyyyyeeeeesssssMMMMMmmmaaaaassssssttttteeeeeeerrrrrr...ohhhhhhhhhhhggggggooooooooooddddddfffffffuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkmmmmmmeeeeetttttttaaaaakkkkkkeeeeeemmmmmmeeeeee.... ...my body shaking and convulsing...Your cunt tightening...
...watching my post dissapear off the page...wow...
Pressing harder into you... feeling your release, begin taking my over.... consumed by you with you in you... arrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......... lost, lost, lost...... weightless and then heavy beyond existence, all tension gone from my body falling on to you.... letting your legs find the floor, stroking your cheek... my lips pressed against your face.... panting breathless.....
call me, please......feeling you as you cum into me...as your cum drenches the inside of Your cunt...your thick creamy cum that i live for...live to be filled with...mmmmmmmmm.......Master i love you...
...holding you close as we leave this realm...wishing we could lie together in front of the fire...cursing rt and the strains it puts on us...
I will... and I love you tooo.... so a moment passes, I kiss you lightly and in order to be with you... I have to leave you.... adjusting my clothing, offering you my hand to lift you from the floor, to lead you away.... for I know how you do not like to simply be left... leaving to meet you! Thank you my sweet slave, sweetest love!
