PAGANW0LF
Trust male - 43 years
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Blog messages with the tag 'fettish':
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Master and servant, a Conversation (For RR's Birthday)
Slave:
:::kneeling::: Oh Master!!!! You are the whole of my universe, the certainty of my existence. You are why my heart beats, my lungs fill, my toes curl. You shelter me like the Metropolitan Police do their own. i grovel before you in awe of Your power, willing to satisfy You in every way...
Master:
::: peering over the paper::: Every way?
Slave:
::: pressing forehead to the floor and wiggling seductively::: Anything and everything is open to You oh Magnificent Maven of Mastery!! i beg, nay, beseech, nay still, humbly crawl to kiss Your toes in the hopes You will use me...
Master:
The bank account?
Slave:
:::With a confused expression looking up from underneath her hair::: what?
Master:
Your bank account. You said everything was open to me, so I was thinking of that big account you have...
Slave:
:::coming up on all fours to stare::: Oh most wonderfulest of all Masters, surely you know that your ultimate control of me is so extensive that all I have is yours, but... BUT... You are so secure in the knowledge of my perfect and total enslavement that You would have no need to actually *have* an account number for this, Your most humble of servants.
Master:
No cash?
Slave:
::: dropping head back down to the floor::: As always, Master, Your understanding of my heart is perfection in and of itself. It is why i give You every atom of my being, even unto the subatomic level...
Master:
:::folding away the paper::: Then it's sex.
Slave:
:::raising and throwing her arms up in the air::: YESYESYES.. Oh, Master of mine, You are truly the ultimate owner of my being!!!
Master:
oral sex.
Slave:
YESYESYESYES
Master:
You would like to give me oral sex.
Slave:
::: dropping arms to her sides to stare::: what?
Master:
Well, I thought that this time instead of me... you know... I might command you...
Slave:
:::gritting teeth::: MASTER.... errr Master, Your memory being so much better and stronger than that of Your lowly slave, i *know* You recall how You show Your ultimate Mastery by satis... er... torturing Your property for hours on end. You recall how i shriek at Your touch? How i squirm in agony trying to escape?
Master:
Well, yes... there is a lot of squirming...
Slave:
:::leaping to her feet and jumping up and down::: Oh Master!! You punish Your slave to help her better serve You in the perfection of Your regard!! :::running into the bedroom, voice fading into the distance::: Let Your lowly slave suffer soon, Master!!
Master:
:::sighing deeply, turning off the TV and following his slave into the bedroom:::
Slave:
:::Lying back on the bed, one arm behind her head, legs crossed, slowly blowing smoke rings::: Oh Master, You are surely showing this one how to behave tonight.
Master:
:::lying on his back, chest heaving, sweaty hair matted to his head::: uhhh... uhhhh
Slave:
:::sighing and stretching::: This lowly slave is so happy she learned on the web that everyone has their own unique way to share in the wondrous world of D and s...
Master:
uhhhhnn.. uhhh
Slave:
...and is so happy that her Master is so cruel and demanding and that she can offer herself totally to Him each and every day!
Master:
UHHH... uhhhh
Slave:
And Master?
Master:
uhh?
Slave:
:::looking deeply into His eyes, lower lip trembling::: It makes Your slave tremble in fear and longing to know that soon You will once again train Your slave to perfect obedience by denying her the pleasure of cooking dinner...
Master:
:::sighing and rolling eyes in that way that a man who knows he can't win does::: uhhhhhhhhhhhnn
Happy Birthday RR
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The Masters rules of the dungeon
I found this while having a bimble through the net, I thought it highly amusing and rather funny
When thou dost come unto me and beseech me, saying, "Verily, do I request of you a good paddling," then surely I will grant unto thee a good paddling. During the period of the paddling, thou shalt not say unto me "What was that, a mosquito?", nor compare thy paddling to the flight of any other insect, or any creeping thing upon the earth, be it a moth, or a caterpillar; nor draw any likeness between the instrument of thy paddling and the feathers of the birds above; for surely shalt thy paddling grow mighty and endless, and welts shall be upon thy backside for four and thirty days.
And in those days when thou art being flogged, thou shalt not giggle and wag thy ass in a taunting manner, nor squirm and attempt to escape when the flogging becomes greater for it, for then wilt thou be cast into bondage, so that thine ass will no longer be able to wiggle, nor shalt thou be able to squirm.
Thou shalt not speak with thy mouth full, though moaning is possible with a gag and is acceptable to my ears.
Neither shalt thou allow the passions of thy loins to reach the pinnacle of their fruition, save for those times when I commandeth thee; and in those times, thou shalt come with the force of a raging firestorm, with much screaming and wailing; for thy screams of ecstasy are pleasing to me.
Thou shalt wear no clothing that is displeasing in my sight, nor place within thy pants back issues of National Geographic magazine or the book of Yellow Pages, to protect thy backside from the force of my hand; for verily I will notice, and remove the magazine, and upon your backside shall I become medieval. So it is written.
Thou shalt not take thy master's name in vain, nor forget thy master's title when asked. Thou shalt say "sir" or "maestro" when asked thy master's title. Thou shalt not say "buttercups," nor "sugarpants," nor even "bunnykins," nor refer to any other cute and cuddly beast that doth roam the earth. Neither shalt thou say "Oh yeah? Make me!" For truly will I then make you, and the bruises shall be on your ass like a plague of locusts unto Egypt.
