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Last night, I dreamed of a blackhorse. Upon waking, I looked in the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedsidetable, to see if there is any significance to this particular night timevision. It seems a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Consideringall that has happened in the past weeks, I am not surprised.
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"Kneel."
She kneeled carefully.
Her legs spread wide, feet tuckedneatly under her bottom. Her arms, as always, behind her back. Her back heldpoker-straight, her head held proudly high. Her eyes, lowered only slightlyso that she was just peering through a haze of mascara-blackened eyelashes.
She'd never dreamed that this wouldbe possible for her. To exist in a state of constant submission, happiness,and arousal - in that order.
Every part of her body hurt. Herankles, encased in leather cuffs lined with soft sheepskin, tightened totheir limit. Her thighs, the muscles sore from frequently being bound spread-eagled.Her knees, bruised terrific shades of purple and green from constant pressureagainst hardwood flooring. Her wrists, the delicate skin traced in burnsfrom coloured rope, rope that was even now wound around her arms and elbows.Her neck, slightly chafed from the heavy leather collar she bore, her collarbonessore form the clanging of the "O" rings arranged in a triad onthe leather. Her bottom, in a state of permanent redness, updated throughoutthe day with semi-hourly discipline. Her breasts, as red as her ass fromgroping and squeezing and slapping; her nipples sore from constant pinching,biting, and clamping. Her mouth, incessantly stretched around a thick cock-gag,the strap always locked to her collar.
She'd never believed in her lifethat she could truly be content. From the second she'd heard the lock snapshut, his hand securing his collar to his new property's neck, she'd beenecstatic with joy.
Not to mention, when I finallygot a chance to look in a mirror...seeing the little tag dangling off ad-ring. He'd even listed the phone number and address of the house. I rememberwondering if he really would send me out with the tag showing...and knowingeven then I'd go proudly.
It was her dream come true; a dreamthat wouldn't even have been realized in herself without his help.
He had influenced her more thanhe ever thought, that day when he told her, "A girl always remembersand wants to please her first Trainer." She had merely acknowledgedwhat he said, never believing that it was actually true. After all, she wassuch a young girl, with her entire life ahead of her - who was to say thatthe need to submit would become her only true desire one day? Another wordof wisdom from him, that had been.
She'd never thought it possiblethat she would be happiest kneeling, at the feet of a man - a man who ownedher, body and soul.
* * *
To me, there's nothing that ignitespassion in me more than kneeling at his feet. I feel so submissive there,on the floor. I feel like that's where I belong.
* * *
He snapped his fingers. "Up."
Because she couldn't verbally thankhim for his command, she bent her upper body and touched the leather of thegag and her spread lips to his feet, thanking him in one of the most humbleways possible. After spending a precisely timed minute thanking him - nottoo much time, nor too little, this she'd learned the hard way - she rose,gracefully. Or as gracefullyas I can, being unable to balance too well. Backto a kneeling position, then carefully up to her feet, making sure they werespread slightly more than shoulder-width apart. Her bound arms stayed behindher back of course, her elbows touching and palms together, held by neatrope work. For a final touch, she turned her toes inward slightly, so thatfrom behind, nothing obstructed the view of her pussy. Importantly, she hadn'tpulled once on the leash - one end of which was clipped to her collar, theother in his hand.
He looked at the living tableaubefore him, examining his slave critically for the slightest imperfectionin her stance. He found none.
"Good girl." He smiled,seeing the pleasure in her eyes at being called a 'good girl.' "Youmanaged to keep the correct amount of tension in the leash, and also notpull on it to keep balance as you stood. When you can continue to do thiswell, more than once or twice, you'll start learning in heels."
Her eyes sparkled upon hearing suchpraise. Not for the first time she wished the gag, employed to teach herthoughtfulness in speech, wasn't locked in her mouth. She would have lovedto thank him with her voice, with her words. Well, maybe she could get thegag out...he did so love it when she thanked him in that manner. Andso do I ...
He nodded his head as he spoke,pleased with her progress, and with the anticipation of her next lesson.He did so like seeing a girl on her toes for him. "You'll look evenmore like a slut with some fuck-me shoes locked on your feet, don't you think?"
The man laughed as his pretty littleproperty - made all the prettier by his marks on her body - dropped to akneeling position again, this one indicating she wished to thank him, properly. "Notthat you need heels to act like a slut. You don't need any help in that area,m'dear..." He reached a hand down, rested it on the bulge in his pants. "Doyou wish your gag out for a reason, little slut?" He grinned, thinkinghe would have a bit of fun making her show him what she wanted.
She eagerly nodded, but not hardenough to pull on her leash. She'd learned, the very hardway, not to do that. That was a lesson very freshin her mind. Masterhad used those evil little silver clips...running the chain through my collar...Icould cry just thinking about it!
"Show me, pet."
I hate it when he does this!Oh oh...but I love it so much too! It's so...so...humiliating to have toshow him how much I want it, and I can't even ask for it! Mianuzzled her Master's crotch, bumping her delicate little nose against hishard cock, which was already straining to escape his gray pants.
He laughed, taking great pleasurein teasing his slave. Watching her head bob even before she had his cock.
So he likes that, does he? Ibet he'll like this even more... Shetried to kiss his cock, to lick it, through his pants; anything to conveyher intentions. Damnit,I forgot about this stupid gag, again!
Mia couldn't help it. Iwant it, so bad!
She started whining, while rubbingher face even harder against his lap. Ohplease oh please oh please...
"Eager little thing, aren'tyou?"
You know I am!
Feeling his hands go behind herneck, she dropped her head so he would have easier access to the gag-strap.He chuckled. "Yes, pleasantly eager." He slipped the gag out ofher mouth, and set it on the floor. Inwardly, she groaned...the way he'dput it down meant it was going right back in her mouth after she was finished. It'snot that I don't like having a cock in my mouth, always, but I so much prefera real one! Instead of a yucky, nasty...horrid plastic one! And then it'sso frustrating...not to be able to talk when I want...
Licking dry, chapped lips, she foundher voice. It felt odd to speak, to use her vocal chords. "Master, thisslave...thanks you...for your very high praise of her..." and trailedoff as he held up a hand.
"Enough of the formal manners,Mia - but I am pleased you remembered to employ them, even after not beingallowed to speak for a few days. You're coming along very well. I'm quitepleased, pet."
She blushed.
He laughed, finding it delightfulthat even light praise made her blush so prettily. It almost compared tothe blush she'd gotten the first time he'd made her beg...to be fucked...byher Mistress.
Impulsively, she bent over and kissedhis feet. So very happy she could do it properly this time, no gag blockingher mouth.
A tug on her leash brought her headback up. "Go to work, pet. Show me just how grateful you are...for yourtraining and use."
Mia used her teeth to gently unzipthe fly to his pants. "I know how impatient you can get," he said,helping her by freeing his hard cock from his silky blue boxer shorts.
She lavished attention on her Master'scock before even taking it into her mouth. Tenderly blowing hot air overit, kissing it, flicking her tongue over the head. Hemade me beg...I'll make him wait a minute... Miawrapped her lips around his cock, at the spot where the head met the shaft,and paid some quality attention to that sensitive spot. Iknow how much he likes that...
"Little minx." His voicehad lightened considerably - she smiled slightly, knowing her actions haddone that to him. "Don't take too long teasing me, girl. A little bitis good...tease too much...well, you won't like it."
Mia settled down to business now,giggling inwardly. She took as much of him as she could manage - that wasone area still being expanded - and happily sucked his hard cock. While notforgetting to use her tongue on the sensitive underside, she only wishedher arms were free, so she could use her hands...but knew that wouldn't happen.
Hearing her Master's satisfied breathing,she smiled - as much as it was possible to smile with a hard cock fillingher mouth.
She took her time, properly drawingout the act, in precisely the way he liked it. Properly showing her gratitude,properly thanking him.
And besides...there aren't manytimes when I want to rub...more then when I'm sucking cock! Anotherexcellent reason to have her hands free. I'dgive anything to be able to reach down...anything...just so I could rubmy poor, poor, neglected clit.
There's something so ultra submissiveabout it for me, even above and beyond my oral fetish...I do so love suckingon things. And sucking on my Master's cock is at the absolute top of thelist.
But this act wasn't about her pleasure.No, it was her way to show him her thankfulness, her submissiveness, herhappiness...in being his property.
So lost was she in her task thatshe barely noticed when his hands grasped the sides of her head, his longfingers entwining themselves in her brunette locks. It was Master's way ofsignifying to her he was about to cum, or face-fuck her.
It was the later.
Mia tried to take it well, triedto not flinch, let alone pull away...but she couldn't stop the little whimpers,or the tears trailing down her cheeks. Ohplease oh please...I can't take this... Hiscock was raping her mouth...smashing so hard into her throat. It didn't feellike flesh, but like a battering ram. PleaseMaster! Please...please please please come!
It was as if he could hear her innerthoughts, because he didn't torment her throat for much longer. He came quicklyin her mouth, thankfully, after her little silent plea; his come feelinglike it was shooting straight down to her tummy. Mia was slightly disappointed. Ididn't even get to taste any!
Again, it was as if he'd heard her.He stopped his movements, allowing her to use her tongue and mouth to suckthe last of the come from his now-satisfied cock. She swallowed it gratefully,relishing the taste on her tongue.
Her voice was slightly raspy now. "Thankyou, Master...for your come." She licked her lips, making sure therewas none of his emission left. "Thank you for allowing me to thank...thankyou properly, Sir...and...and for using me..." Mia trembled lightly,this was always one of the harder things to say... "and for using mefor your enjoyment, Sir."
Mia's smile grew when she saw himsmile. I pleased him...ohI pleased him!
"Good girl, very good girl." Hereached a hand out, and patted her head. "Again, I'm pleased with yourprogress, pet. If only your Mistress were here - you'd thank her properlytoo, for teaching you how to suck cock."
"I wish she were here too,Master! But she will be back shortly..." She grinned, in anticipationof paying some special attention to her Mistress. Uhoh...Ishouldn't have spoken! Thewords had slipped out even before she'd realized it.
Master sighed, audibly. "Andhere we come to the one area where you still need a lot of work. I do enjoyyour random thoughts, pet, but I feel they interfere to a point with yourtraining." He ran a hand through his short hair. "It's easier foryou to progress, when you don't have a chance to speak. That's been proventhis week." He tapped a finger against her wet lips, seeing that shewished to speak. "Keep silent, girl."
"When you don't have a chanceto speak, you thus spend less time thinking of things to say, and more timeremembering your lessons. More time thinking of new ways to please me." Hepicked the cock-gag up from the floor, the straps dangling from his hand. "ButI will give you a little reward for your good work today." Master smiled. Uhoh...he'sgot that 'sadistic 'light' in his eyes!
"Up and spread your legs, slave."
His hand ran the gag along her slit,collecting juices from her wet little pussy. "You do so love suckingmy cock, don't you, Mia?"
"Yes Master!" Ohdo I ever...oh move your hand please...just a bit forward Master please!
Apparently they weren't on the samemental wavelength this time. He spent a few more minutes teasing her pussy,and shoving the mouthpiece of the gag in her wet hole, making sure it wascovered in her juices.
"Open." His voice hadreturned to its normal, 'Masterly' tone. He was finished playing with hispet for now; time to put her back to her lessons.
No! I don't want to go away yet! Miaconsidered, for an instant, refusing, but didn't. She knew well the pricefor disobeying... andbesides! I want tobe good!
She opened her mouth reluctantlyfor the plastic cock, now shiny-wet after its visit to her pussy. He'd seenthe hesitation in her eyes, and after she obeyed him, he reached a fingerdown and rubbed her clit...for just a minute. One more little reward.
Oh thank you Sir! Thank you!
"You should just be able tohit the play button, pet...with your nose. Watch the video carefully - I'llwant to see some of that action when you're allowed to play with your Mistresstonight. When both of you are acting like little sluts for my pleasure."
That was always fun to watch, histwo pets kissing each other...slowly moving downwards towards what they reallywanted. He enjoyed hearing their little huffs of breath, when a sensitivespot was licked or nipped.
Mia looked slightly pathetic. Thewanton expression on her face was priceless - it looked like she hadn't enjoyedthat last rub as much as he had. Oh well. He'd enjoyedit - that was all that really counted. He also thought he saw some come onher chest - had she missed any when he'd gone off in her mouth? Or maybesome had dribbled out of her mouth...he made a note to come up with an inventivelittle punishment for that. It was always nice to have an excuse to playeven more with the girl...who looked so very beautiful standing there. Hislittle teen slave.
Master chuckled again. "Andto think...you once doubted your ability to be a slave. Your need to be aslave. Don't doubt it anymore...do you, girl?"
That was a rhetorical question.
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That black horse, he was right.The past few weeks of my life as a totally owned slave have been the bestweeks of my life. I finally feel like I belong, like I'm not just pretendingto be someone that I'm not. Master knows me, the real me...he knows howto bring out the little slut that I've hidden for so long.
I love it.
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