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JULIA
Master woke me in the middle of the night to suck his cock. I was able to take all of him. Surprising to me, it was as easy as Mistress Dark made it and I somehow hadn't discovered it on my own. I lovingly suckled him, slowly and gently, rising up his shaft, circling the head with my tongue, searching for the sensitive areas. Lingering when I found them, making him moan in pleasure. Tenderly stroking his cock with my hand as I buried my mouth in his balls and licked and sucked them. I idly wondered if Master would let me shave him so the wiry pubic hairs were replaced by smooth skin.
He did not let me finish him in my mouth, instead, turning me over and spearing between my wide spread legs into my moist cunt, filling me, sharing my bottom with the plug in my rectum. It felt so good. I whimpered in the dark, knowing he was preparing me to fuck me in the ass, that eventually, he would own all of his slave, no part of me inviolate, untouched by his cock. I climaxed first, begging him to let me cum, so ready all the time since my slavery started; wanting, needy.
It hadn't only been the Slave Trainer which brought me to my current state of constant need. When Master suggested this, my libido had gone into overdrive, consumed by the imaginings of my fantasies. That I might be subservient to a strong Master, unable to hide behind the niceties of polite, formal society, but made to surrender myself fully, had driven my fervid imagination for years. The reality was living up to the dream. No polite fake orgasms would satisfy him, he wanted nothing less than my complete and total capitulation to my full sexual self. I was left panting and still he fucked me, sliding in and out while I cried out in pleasure, cumming again. Finally, he released, grunting as he strains to drive his seed as deep as he can, claiming me for himself.
When he finishes, I must clean him, tasting the fruits of our love, our passion. I fall back asleep with my head resting on his thigh, his cock now clean, ready should he need me again.
I get up in the morning, my Master gone from our bed. I stretched, feeling the pleasant soreness of the well fucked. Master was up, reading the newspaper.
"It appears a slave didn't want to wear her most concealing clothes today."
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