1. Z's Story


    Date: 4/21/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    She stood before him and disrobed as she did every day. She did not hurry but neither was she leisurely about it. As she removed and carefully folded or hung up each piece of clothing, the shell, the armor, the protection that she wore each day to protect her from the world peeled away with it. But instead of feeling vulnerable or afraid, she felt peaceful and relaxed because he was there. She knew, in every possible way and every possible place within her, that he would care for her, protect her, cherish her in every possible way. When she was naked, she glanced up at him and could not help but smile. He smiled back as she knelt before him. She picked up her collar from the small table next to his chair and held it up to him in both hands, lowering her head. She saw her skin glowing in the dim candlelight and she let the last strains of the song playing finish before she spoke. "I offer myself to you willingly and with joy in my heart. I give myself to you completely: body, mind, and soul." He took the collar from her and fastened it around her neck. She shuddered as she felt the sensation wash over her, every bit as intense as it had been the first time. He leaned down and kissed her on the head. "Thank you, pet." He lifted her head with a finger under her chin and kissed her forehead. "Are you ready, pet?" "Yes, Master,” she said smiling. “May I please have my spanking, Master?" "Yes you may, pet." He shifted forward in the chair so that she could lay across his lap. She ...
    climbed across and positioned herself comfortably and sighed contentedly as she felt his hand on her bare bottom. He caressed and stroked it slowly for a few seconds before speaking again. "Why am I spanking you, pet?" "Because I am yours and you want to, Master. To remind me of my place, Master." She paused ever so slightly and sighed in happiness. "And because I want you to, Master." He raised his hand and brought it down sharply, the slap like a spike driven through the quiet in the room. A small noise escaped her as the blow released what little tensions and inhibitions she had left. "One. Thank you, Master." They continued the ritual. Tonight, he stopped at 27, apparently satisfied with the shade of pink her skin was at that point. She slid down and knelt between his legs, looking up into his eyes. She saw something there tonight, something slightly out of place, just a little bit of distraction. "May I pleasure you, Master? May I please suck your cock?" "Yes, pet. I would like that." He leaned back and she deftly pulled his cock out and breathed in deeply. Breathing in his scent made her head swim as badly as if it were paint fumes but in a very different, enjoyable way. It energized and excited her and her mouth began to water at the thought of having him inside of it. She stroked him slowly as his cock quickly stiffened to its full size in her hand. She started by making long, slow strokes with her tongue across his balls then gently sucking one, then the other, then ...
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