I have always owned my delicious slut. She didn’t know she was mine many years ago before we had met, but even then, she was owned – my property; my bitch. It started with her throwing herself at my feet one evening on Lush. The first thirty seconds was all it took. In those simple moments of introduction, we fit – like pieces of something fine and ancient and broken – suddenly assembled, after millennia. Life is like that. We are all broken pieces of various “somethings.” If we are fortunate, the world sets the pieces next to each other… and they snap together magnetically and fuse. And eventually you can’t remember the way it was before that moment. I have always been an Alpha dominant. But often people confuse that with lesser things. Assumptions are made that the Dom is some kind of sadistic caricature. Ridiculous. It’s always about love – it’s always about giving of your self, and it is always about a perfect completion. The following account is true and exact. I hope you will enjoy sharing it with me. Today I visited my slut. She met me at the door dressed in a black leather skirt showcasing fishnet stockings on porcelain white legs – smooth and strong from the exercises I have assigned her to do every day. My slut is learning the traditional warrior arts. I am her master and her Master. I enjoyed the melting look in her eyes as she opened the door; probably already wet from imagining the trip out I had planned for us. Her black sheer blouse strained to keep those fantastic breasts in-place. She had gone to great effort to prepare this look for me today. I appreciated it, and I wanted her to know it. My kiss was soft, but insistent. She moaned. I love her moans so much. They are all desperation and passion. Being multi-orgasmic, Karaköy escort she can often cum for hours. Fortunately, I am capable of staying hard for that long. Not sure if other men can, but I am capable and was gifted in that area, I suppose. I am six-foot-one, and 205 pounds of muscle. No boasts and I don’t need to make anything up about myself – these things are simply who I am. She seemed to appreciate it again today as I took her in my arms. I so love looking into her eyes. She is such a sexy little bitch. Her gasp as I squeezed a nipple was oh, so sweet to my ears. Her door hadn’t shut before I was lifting the edge of her skirt. I so loved the feel of the top of those fishnet stockings; they ended mid thigh. Inwardly I smiled as our tongues danced together and I bit her lip as my fingers found her pussy. She’s such a slut… crotch-less panties. Her pussy was dripping into my hand and I fingered and pinched her lovely clit. I sighed as she sank to her knees. “Do you really need it, slut?” I asked. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and pleading. Hard to resist. “Please, please Master,” she begged. “I really need it so bad!” I love my slut. I know she’s not just saying the words. I can feel the heat coming off of her. The fingers of my left hand were slick with her juices. She needed cock badly. I was happy to give it to her. “Take off my jeans slut,” I said smiling down at her. With the unclasping of the belt, they fell away. She sucked me into her mouth. Early training on deep-throating has made her so amazing in this regard. I sucked in my breath as she swallowed my shaft. “Fuck,” I said. I meant it. I leaned over her and spanked her ass and pussy several times, hoping to convey my serious Kayaşehir escort bayan intentions. Not sure if she got the message – but realizing that the expert sucking she was giving me was requiring me to get horizontal quick, I Picked her up off the floor, and led her into her bedroom. I draped myself across her bed and she knelt and continued to suck my cock. I wanted badly to cum in her mouth, but the truth was, I just love her so much, and wanted more than anything else, to just continue to be inside her: inside her mouth, her pussy or her ass. As she sucked me, I reveled in the former, and strongly considered the possibility of the latter two. And while she knows I plan to take her ass properly and completely sometime soon, a nice ass fucking is best done with preparation, patience and determination with plenty of time to lead up to it. Today was supposed to be a trip out for coffee. I didn’t see a latte’ in my immediate future. She tugged on my balls, and sucked them into her mouth, making me ache in an indescribable way. Mostly, it just made me want her more and more. I held her head in my hands and fucked her mouth. She was making me really want to take her, and it was going to have to happen. I sat up and lifted her off the bed with me, turning around with her and dropping her on her back onto the bed. I love the whiteness of her skin. Her pussy was even wetter. I wondered idly, if that was even possible. The lips were soft and inviting. I knew I wanted to suck them, so I knelt and began to taste her. I kissed her pussy lightly and blew on it, and she thrashed on the bed covers. She tasted of salt and something like the description on a package of some smooth afternoon coffee Escort Küçükçekmece it didn’t look like I was going to get today: sweet and inviting with smoky notes and a hint of mystery. I would savor her. I would drink her in. “Beg slut, “ I told her. “Be a good bitch and beg.” To be fair, she was pretty insensible by now, but it helps to do a little training and make her slow down and appreciate the flowers… as I was literally about to do. “Please,” she asked plaintively. “Be specific, my slut. Please what?” “Please lick your fuck toy’s pussy,” she asked so sweetly I just had to comply. I licked and sucked the open flower of her lips and clit. She screamed and thrashed on the bed. “Please master!” she asked again. I stopped what I was doing, and enjoyed the way she clawed at the mattress. “Specific,” I said. “Cum. Please. Please may your fuck toy cum?” What can you say to a question like that? I smiled, her juices on my lips. “Cum, bitch.” I sucked her lips sharply into my mouth and stroked them in vibrato with my tongue. “Fuck!” she screamed. Oh yes, I thought. We’re getting to that part. I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was so wet, I slid my cock along it as the slut squirmed. I watched all eight inches sink into her. Fuck I love that first thrust. She does too, apparently. A stream of “fucks” and “shit!” and a few other choice words flowed out of her. It was insensible babble, really, but translated from the language “Sluttish,” it basically meant one thing: “Fuck me like you own me.” Which of course, I do. “MY fucking bitch,” I growled. She screamed again. This was probably going to either cause a mass-fucking from her sounds reaching the neighbors on either side, or generate a police report. I briefly considered stuffing her panties in her mouth, but I was too busy sticking my cock through them. And, they looked nice on her. Her fishnet stockings were slick with sweat as I lifted her legs and impaled her over and over. “MY fucking property!” I said, punctuating it with some exclamation points in the shape of my hammering cock.