Maybe it is in part because I am a morning person but to me there is nothing sweeter than awaking in the furs after a night of well-pleasing my Master in every way he has desired.
The sun creeps in and I immediately am aware of the slack heavy weight of my Master's penis in its state of satisfied repose lying possessively over one of my thighs. I smile and nuzzle closer in to his comfortingly large muscled body and just feel his rod on me and feel very owned, very ruled by this male that has mastered this girl completely and daily schools me more in the ways that will please him.
My pussy is still damp from use and my female lips are reddened and still warmed, slightly stinging with the ferocity with which my Master took me in his need several times over the night. As I stretch myself I notice some delicious aches and pains from the night's exertions....my thighs have knots from straddling him and servicing him as bidden. Deep in my belly the hard apple of my womb has been bounced so thoroughly by his battering ram that the muscles of my tummy have been stretched in submission to his thorough rummaging in my inner chambers. My hands reach down and soothingly knead the soft mound of my belly and as I feel the tenderness there I moan with a mixture of discomfort and yearning to be filled like this again.
As I turn to begin to rise my heavy breasts are reminded of his firm large hands kneading my tits like dough to be shaped into loaves and schooling my moves to his measure with the pressure and guiding on this convenient handhold. The tips of my breasts lightly graze across the furs and with a start I am reminded of his rough calloused thumbs like sandpaper on my nipples. How helpless I am to resist him when he has a tight pincer grip on these two most sensitive buds of control. All day as my breasts bounce inside my camisk the nipples will be grazed and I will be reminded of his squeezes to my nipples and why they were squeezed... how he showed me what pleased him and what did not... how slow... how fast... when... I am learning to be his perfect slave and I will wear his lessons in my body to remember them better.
Rising to bathe and dress I inspect my body and note with a grin and a blush of pleasure and shame that I still wear the marks of a thrashing on my backside. I am ashamed that I did not please totally but I am proud of my Master's strong hand. His willingness to punish me shows his attention to his Mastery and his will that I never forget my place as his slave. He will not allow me to damage it, to ever really displease him. Hmmm.... I select a camisk deliberately that will show off his marks upon me. I will always proudly wear his lash marks as one who is owned totally and completely by a strong and uncompromising Master.
Washing myself, I take care to bind my hair in a tidy tail for the Master to grab as a handy leash. I make myself beautiful for him and hearing him begin to stir I run quickly back to his feet.
I bow in total obeisance beside his couch, totally Mastered, totally submissive, totally fulfilled in my femaleness. I am owned. I am his.
"Greetings, Master! May this one be allowed to serve the Master? How may I serve?'
The sun creeps in and I immediately am aware of the slack heavy weight of my Master's penis in its state of satisfied repose lying possessively over one of my thighs. I smile and nuzzle closer in to his comfortingly large muscled body and just feel his rod on me and feel very owned, very ruled by this male that has mastered this girl completely and daily schools me more in the ways that will please him.
My pussy is still damp from use and my female lips are reddened and still warmed, slightly stinging with the ferocity with which my Master took me in his need several times over the night. As I stretch myself I notice some delicious aches and pains from the night's exertions....my thighs have knots from straddling him and servicing him as bidden. Deep in my belly the hard apple of my womb has been bounced so thoroughly by his battering ram that the muscles of my tummy have been stretched in submission to his thorough rummaging in my inner chambers. My hands reach down and soothingly knead the soft mound of my belly and as I feel the tenderness there I moan with a mixture of discomfort and yearning to be filled like this again.
As I turn to begin to rise my heavy breasts are reminded of his firm large hands kneading my tits like dough to be shaped into loaves and schooling my moves to his measure with the pressure and guiding on this convenient handhold. The tips of my breasts lightly graze across the furs and with a start I am reminded of his rough calloused thumbs like sandpaper on my nipples. How helpless I am to resist him when he has a tight pincer grip on these two most sensitive buds of control. All day as my breasts bounce inside my camisk the nipples will be grazed and I will be reminded of his squeezes to my nipples and why they were squeezed... how he showed me what pleased him and what did not... how slow... how fast... when... I am learning to be his perfect slave and I will wear his lessons in my body to remember them better.
Rising to bathe and dress I inspect my body and note with a grin and a blush of pleasure and shame that I still wear the marks of a thrashing on my backside. I am ashamed that I did not please totally but I am proud of my Master's strong hand. His willingness to punish me shows his attention to his Mastery and his will that I never forget my place as his slave. He will not allow me to damage it, to ever really displease him. Hmmm.... I select a camisk deliberately that will show off his marks upon me. I will always proudly wear his lash marks as one who is owned totally and completely by a strong and uncompromising Master.
Washing myself, I take care to bind my hair in a tidy tail for the Master to grab as a handy leash. I make myself beautiful for him and hearing him begin to stir I run quickly back to his feet.
I bow in total obeisance beside his couch, totally Mastered, totally submissive, totally fulfilled in my femaleness. I am owned. I am his.
"Greetings, Master! May this one be allowed to serve the Master? How may I serve?'
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