"On your knees slave!" Master's voice commanded as he strode through the door of the cylinder. My eyes become wide; their almond shaped green turned dark with fear at His presence. I had never known him to use that tone of voice with me. My mind was awhirl with scattered thoughts as I fell immediately to my knees and lowered my head. What had I forgotten to do? What did I do that displeased him so? Did I speak out of turn? I had no time to think when I felt his strong hands twist into my hair pulling me upwards. My voice cries out in pain as my fiery mane feels as if it is being torn from its roots. My strong legs lift me upwards shaking as he twists my arms behind my back and cold steel of slave cuffs clamp down on my delicate wrists. I can hear the chain shimmer that holds the cuffs apart. Its length the only sound in an otherwise still room. Tears well up in my eyes but I don't dare let them fall down my lovely face for fear that the wetness would only displease him more if he saw it and punishment would become longer instead of swift.

This was not the Master that I had known that kolared this slave. This man's face was in fury like he was possessed by some inner struggle and I have no say in any matter. I am only a slave. A piece of property to this master no different than a bosk or a goblet. I can be used and then cast aside and ignored until he calls for me again. This is my life, my fate here in the land of the counter-earth known as Gor.

Master is the man's name whose kolar is locked around my neck. He is a good man and a good Master. I know that I am a lucky girl to be owned by this man for he is a fair man…most of the time. I do not carry scars across my skin from being beaten by a master as some of the slaves do. In my heart, the heart that belongs to him, a girl cares deeply about him…very deeply. But caring does not matter at this moment. The only thing that matters is that I have displeased him in some way and must now take the punishment given to me by his hands. If it is death, then so be it. It is a slave girl's fate to a master's whim if she has been found displeasing. I don't know what I have done or what I have failed to do. I only know that it is his will and I must abide by that as his property.

"Kiss the floor slut!" Master's voice barks as he shoves me down to the hard cold cement.

"Yes, Master" my soft voice shakily whispers quickly as my eyes remain lowered now dry of the tears that threatened to fall. The cement is cold beneath my body as my lips press against its coldness. Covering my sensual curves is only thin layer of the finest red silks given to me as a gift from a dance competition. They cling tightly revealing each and every curve of my body.

His boots click against the floor as he walks back and forth over me. I am helpless. My breasts press hard against the cold floor; my nipples now becoming erect with fear, with cold, with desire. How does a slave feel desire when she is helpless I still do not know, but I feel desire. If you shake your head, then you have never felt what it is to be enslaved. Women, perhaps, are at their most sensual, most passionate, most erotic, when they are enslaved.

I am a slave. I am kolared. I am the property of Master to do with as he pleases. I can be his lover or his whipping post. It is up to him, and I glorify in his kolar around my slender throat.

The cement is cold against my nipples as they flatten against it. The steel around my wrists is biting into my flesh. Master's boots are clicking as he continues to walk around me. He is intimidating. He is loved. He is feared. He is everything to me. It is surreal. It is terrifying. It is erotic. I feel my hips press harder into the cold flooring as if my slave heat were being stroked by his fingers.

I feel his brown eyes, now icy, moving over my vulnerable cuffed body. His body. His property. His slave. His slut. His. I remain perfectly still under his heated gaze trying to discern what has displeased him so. Slave heat begins to coat my inner walls as his eyes move over my firm rask and shapely thighs. He moves on. His boots clicking the floor as I hear him release the straps holding his sword and quiva's and place them on the shelf.

I can not see him or his movements as the drawers open and slap shut adding to my terror. My lips press harder onto the hard, cold floor as my eyes remain closed. He speaks not one word as he comes to stand at my feet. I can feel his eyes looking over my heels, upwards along the strong calves and over the shapely thighs. Liquid heat pours through my veins at his nearness. It has always been this way. No matter where or when Master comes around this girl; she feels desire.

A gasp of shock slips through my lips as his foot kicks my legs apart. I know there will be tiny bruises tomorrow, if I live that long. My lips never leave the floor as the panic places goosebumps over my skin.

"Wider whore." He growls.

"Yes Master" obediently spreading my legs as far as they will go. My fadu exposed now to the cold air. Its slickness open for his gaze as my shackled hands ride higher over my firm silk covered rask.

I hear the chains as he throws them to the floor. My body flinches as uncertainty moves across my face. I feel so helpless. I can not move, much less run. If I could run, I would be hunted down by the sleens and they would rip my sensual flesh from its bones. I do not want to run. I am owned. I am a slave girl and I belong to Master.

Roughly his strong hands grab my foot and again cold steel is applied to my ankles. First one, then the other. The heavy black chain allows two foot of movement between my feet.

"Up!" His one word quickly brings me struggling to my feet. My hands cuffed behind my back, the silks riding high against the backs of my thighs, my feet shackled and chained. Struggling under the heaviness of the steel, my knees bend upwards underneath my body. Drawing them slightly upward and with a small rock I am able to get to my feet and assume the position of a pleasure slave. My back is straight. My breasts, their nipples hard from the cold floor and desire, strain against the silks leaving naught to his imagination. My silky strong thighs part widely for his view or his hand. My eyes lowered as my hair falls to my waist cascading down the narrowness of my strong back.

"Up I said!" His hands grip and twist my hair cruelly.

"Yes Master!" My shaky voice cries out with pain at his grip.

"You are my slave."

"Yes Master, girl is Your slave." My small voice replies for no apparent reason other than that it is expected. A slave knows two phrases - yes Master and absolute obedience. He demands it. He expects it. I give it, and give it willingly.

He leaves me, without a word, standing in the middle of the room. It is cold. I do not know when or if he will return or what he wants from me this day. I only know that I am his slave and that I am standing here, my bare feet on the cold floor in shackles and steel encircling my wrists. I don't know how long I will stand here or what he wants or what he will do with me. But I do not dare move. I am a slave, merely property, like hundreds of other slave girls. But I am not them. I belong to Master. His property. His slave. His. This thought alone gives me pleasure even in my chains.

It feels like hours now that I have been standing here in this room. My eyes dare to move upwards from the floor and see myself in the glasslike mirror. Its length allowing me to view my desheveled hair as it falls in wildly around my face and lower to the steel of Masters initials in the kolar around my throat. My eyes look at my breasts, nipples erect, pressing hard against the red silks as if begging to be suckled, to be pinched, to be wanted. My eyes move over the narrowness of my waist and lower to the flare of my hips as the silks become tighter to reveal every shapely curve. The shortness of the silks revealing the brand of a slave on strong, shapely thighs that are widely spread apart keeping the heavy chain taunt between my ankles. The steel encasing my ankles shines cruelly in the last rays of the sun.

"You are beautiful in your slavery." Master's voice caresses me as soft as honey as I feel his presence behind me. My gaze moves to his in the mirror. I melt when he is near me. He knows this and uses this power against me. I am helpless to it. I am a slave - his slave. I feel the smallest trickle of slave heat move along my inner lips at his first touch. His hands reach around my body from behind to pull me backwards into him. His arm, like a steel band holds me tight across my midriff. I almost swoon. His height allowing his waist to become even with my bracleted hands yet, I do not dare move.

"Open your eyes slave. Watch my hands move along your body as I feel my property. My slave. Watch as your body becomes alive under my touch. Your masters touch slave. Look as your master feels what is his."

"Yes Master." I could barely answer him as desire spread like a wild and raging flood throughout my body. I am drowning again and again in this man who owns me.

My eyes watch his hands gather softly the red silks at my hips. Softly bunching them slowly and moving higher to caress my flushed skin with the redness of silk. Up and down his hands move over my thighs yet never touch my flesh.

"It is a slow and torturous to do these things to a passionate slave girl like you slave. I want to drive you completely insane, completely helpless and whimpering to be used and taken in any way. To make your mind so filled with lust and need that you will cry out over and over and beg to be used by your Master."

His words husky as his lips murmur them while trailing hot kisses down my neck. His hands still gently, achingly slow, massaging my hips and belly dipping lower with each caress only to bring his fingers back upwards before touching my wetness between my legs or over my skin. His fingers grip the silks tighter with each caress over my body as his tongue licks over the sensitive skin behind my ear. His body presses harder against my hands and into my rask. My eyes close as my neck arches into his lips to feel more of his hot kisses. Owned, branded, slave, His....

The snap of one steel cuff is removed from my wrist as his hand thrusts my arm upwards only to re-clamp the steel over my head.

"Hold your arms up slave." His hard voice penetrating the haze of desire.

"Yes Master." My arms stretched out high above my head. My wrists encased in steel. A shiver of delight moved through my body as my sane mind registered his actions as not of displeasure of his slave, but the sensual, sexy games of lovers. The chain between the cuffs becomes as taunt as the one at my ankles as he clicks my wrists into the circle rings lowered from the ceiling. My arms spread wide. My legs spread wide. Enslaved in silk and steel. Slave girl. Hot and wanting. My fadu slick with need. Slave girl. Property. Slut. Whore. slave. His....and helpless.

Satisfied that the rings are locked and his property is secure Master's footsteps click again on the floor as he comes around to face what is his. Automatically my eyes lower in his powerful presence. His fingertip moves under my chin bringing my face and my eyes upwards to His face.

A girl could drown in a moment such as this when Master's lips move brushing the softest kiss over her lips. Moaning softly my head leans forward hungry for more of his lips but he draws away quickly.

"No." "Please Master" I begged for his kiss. "Please Master stop this torment of slave. Please let her down. She wants you."

My wrists pulled against the circle rings in frustration. I wanted to touch. I wanted to feel. I wanted my thighs wrapped around his waist and his length driving deep within me mating like wild animals.

His eyes mocked me. The chaste kiss on the tip of my nose only infuriated me.

"It is of no matter what you want beautiful slave."

His footsteps again left the room. How dare he leave me again shackled and chained like some animal! My wrists pulled hard against the chain rings over and over. My legs pulled outwards trying to break the links that held them. I am desperate. I am in torment. How dare him! I screamed out in frustration while pulling desperately at the rings.

"Break dammit break!" I growled out at the chains while pulling against them. The cold steel biting my flesh. The rational part of my mind knew they would never break and even if they did what good would it do me? None. But I can not think when Master is around. I can only feel. Emotions are a good thing. Love is good. Hate is better. And at this moment I hated him. Leaving me here whimpering and pagan hot in need, ohhh how I hate him.

The first red drops trickled down my wrists. My mind a blur of need and desperation it took me a moment to realize the blood coming under the steel cuff was my own. My frantic pulling ceased immediately. I damaged Master's property. I was in trouble now should Master find the blood. He would know then that I had tried to escape.

"slave, my precious slave, what have you done to yourself..tsk..tsk." Horror-filled eyes quickly lifted to the mirror to see his body bathed in the shadows. Rapidly I blinked my eyes hoping against hope that I really had not heard him, but mirrors do not lie and Master was coming toward me. His face expressionless and emotionless. How long had he been standing there? Did he witness my struggles? My screams to break loose from the bondage?

"Were you trying to escape slave?"

"No Master no! slave was not trying to escape from you," shaking my head desperately, willing him to understand, "slave was trying to escape to you."

"To me little one? Why?" His voice cold and heartless.

"To beg Master" my voice replied softly as my head remained lowered.

"To beg for what slave?"

"For your use Master."

"Ahh my use my lovely slave?" His voice chuckling while mocking my helpless passion-filled state.

" Yes Master, your use." I whimpered.

His hand moved so fast to the knot of my silks at my shoulder the only thing I felt was the hard ripping of silks tearing away from my shackled form. My body swung from the ceiling rings by my arms, my back arched painfully, into him as he tore the silks away and threw them to the floor.

My eyes lifted fearfully into his only to find his dark brown with desire. His hand gripped my naked sex and thrust his finger inside of me to pull me hard into him. My scream pierced the air as I dangled from the rings. Back and forth he began to push me alternately pushing his finger inside my slick heat and reaching to pinch my nipples. I dangled as some puppet from the chains trying desperately to get to His closeness - wanting him to quench the fire he alighted in me.

"Slave girl"

"Yes Master"

"Sensual whore."

"Yes Master"

"Who owns you slave?" His fingers stopping my sway and pinching roughly on my gem before slapping it hard.

"You do Master" growling with desire and moaning with need.

"Fuck your Master slave" His voice hard and emotionless.

My eyes lifted then as the command is given so it shall be.

"But Master, a girl is chained and shackled and dangling from the ceiling" my voice almost squeaked at his request knowing there was not a way to bring myself intimately into contact with him.

"Improvise slave…adapt." He growled as if losing patience. His hands pulled at his own clothing until he stood as naked as before resting them at his sides awaiting his command to be done.

"Yes Master" a wicked glint came into sexy green eyes as I pulled my legs together, hiding the wet fadu from his gaze momentarily. Using the ceiling rings and cuffs as leverage I lifted my legs, together, bent at the knees upwards. Curling my rask under and straightening my legs upwards my face as if a Urthen diver, I lifted my body by my strong arms. My legs parted as they moved over his head to lightly rest upon his shoulders.

"You never cease to amaze me slave." Master said laughingly as he buried his face into the slave heat already slick and wanting. His tongue began to stroke over my gem before it probed deeper into the sweet slave crevices. His hands, so strong, so powerful, holding my rask upwards; his nails raking over the firm half moons as his mouth devours, his tongue strokes and my body shakes in the first waves of desire.

"Master please! Please allow!" screamed struggling against the tides of passion erupting within my body at his lips. Gripping the chain with my hands, feeling my release imminent, my back straightened as my body drowns in rapture.

"No." His voice so soft whispers as his lips move away from my body.

"slave thinks master is cruel." My voice whimpers. It is a slow and deliberate cruel torment of taking a slave to the peak of desire and denying her.

Gripping the chains harder, I widen my legs and slowly lower them from his shoulders, letting their softness glide over his arms, to rest about his waist. Using Master's body as leverage and pulling against the ceiling rings and wrapping my shackled ankles around him, I am able to position myself onto his hard shaft standing ready for entry into my simmering slave heat.

The softest sigh of pleasure purrs from my lips as my legs pull him slowly, ever so slowly, into me - inch by delicious inch. His hard shaft slowly penetrating the wet slave heat, the inner walls so tight against his hard flesh. Swaying back and forth slightly to take masters hard length deeper inside his properties' slick, tightness.

Tightening my legs around his waist, I let my tight inner walls coat and grip his shaft as it thrusts harder and harder into me. Long thrusts of master's body collide with mine. There is no gentleness in this coupling; only the desire and the need to be possessed by him - to serve him - to fulfill him. My legs tighten again as my hips take all of him inside me. My hips grind further into him making fast and deliberate circles. My rask tight in his hands as my breasts brush into his chest.

"Yes!" Masters voice is gritty with desire. I clench my wet walls tight around him. Wanting his seed deep within me. His slave. His property. His slut dangling from ceiling rings naked as her wetness glides tight over his body mating him. My legs encased in shackles. A slave. His slave.

In and out Master's hard shaft moves inside me. My screams echoing. The pulling of the steel at my wrists reopens the wound. I do not care. I only know the man within me - the man whose kolar is tight around my throat. The man whose hands grip my hips as he shudders his final groan of release deep within me. The man whose hot seed is burying itself with my own as his hard body pounds inside of me.

"Pleaseee Master, pleaseee!" begging for permission for my own release. Seeing the thousands of stars before my eyes knowing a moment longer of this delicious lovemaking will be too much I beg master as his spent form still strokes my inner walls.

"No. Get off." His hands grip my hips pulling himself from intimacies within my body to hold me still. My legs still around his waist shackled. My arms dangling me from the ceiling. So caught up in passion I was oblivious to the pain of my arms as they swayed from the ceiling.

"Lift yourself from me slave," Master tells me "that is enough." Master's passions spent and released he is through with his slave for the moment in sexual activity. My release is never guaranteed. Master is cruel to me this day and I hate him. But I can not tell him this. I can only smile and be pleasing.

"Yes Master" spoken through gritted teeth as my legs move higher over him, over his shoulders and head, to bend again and straighten to the floor.

"slave" he whispers as he pulls me close to him by his fingers on my chin as I dangle from the rings "your eyes tell me of your love and hatred of my denial of you more so than your words ever will. Does my slave want her master again? It is of no matter what you want slave girl."

"Yes Master, slave knows this Master." I wanted to cry out with fury at his use of me. I wanted to hate him. I really wish I could hate him. But I can not. I am his slave. His property and he has captured my heart as well as my body. My chin lifts higher in its own pride.

Pulling the silver key from his pocket he places it into his mouth letting the edges slide lovingly around his tongue. It is a small key that unlocks the shackles and cuffs that bind me. He is toying with me. I know this and my eyes lower as if I do not care. My arms hurt. I am mad. I have been sexually used and pleasure tortured and left to dangle. Yet my eyes move slowly back to his lips betraying my mind.

"Please Master" whimpering "please let slave down so she might serve you again Master."

I revel in master's kisses when he so chooses to give them to me. His tongue probes deeply inside my lips always keeping the tiny key from my tongue. I am on fire in an instant. He knows. He thrills in the knowledge that I belong to him and no other. His hand slides over my thigh and upwards tenderly to plunder the soft folds of my sex.

Strong fingertips probe and rub lovingly the gem now protruding from my aching and wanting sex. Spreading my legs to allow him further access to the hot inner moistness of my aching heat. Swiftly his fingers stroke in and out of the tightness then bring the moisture of my slave honey upwards to rub the gem harder and harder each time.

"Release my slave, release"

"Ohhh thank you master..thank you master..thank you" my voice husky and breathless, moaning and writhing over his fingertips. My body dangling from the ceiling as a thousand color lights brightly splinter and my body erupts in its own passionate waves. His lips claim mine again as he holds my body through the afterwaves of desire. My slickness trickling down my soft inner thigh. His hard chest crushing into my softer curves as his tongue slips the key into my mouth in his kiss.

"Get down slave." He begins to softly chuckle as he moves to the furs to lie down. His body is magnificent. His hair long and black moves over his shoulders. I do not think I shall ever get enough of him. If it is just a phase, than may it never end. My eyes watch his as he sits down. His firm rask settling nicely on the bed. His legs are strong. His hands gentle as the move the coverlets aside. "Come to bed slave, what are you doing there hanging around?" His deep laugh fills the room. God I adore him.

"Does master think slave can not get down from here on her own master?" Green eyes sparkle with mischief as my nipples tighten again under his gaze.

"If you do not get down slave, I will have to sleep alone or find another slave girl as you dangle and watch. Would you like that slave? To see another pleasing your master?" His wicked laughter left me in no doubt he would do just that.

Frantically I pulled to the ceiling rings as if possessed. A slave girl does not like to share her master and she has no say if he chooses to go to another. Slaves have no say in anything. I can often be rented for sexual favors by others. But for this night, I would get down from these binds, if I had to die doing it. No other would share Master's bed or his body this night other than me.

"You are beautiful dangling there in anger slave. Your breasts taunt and high for my gaze heave with each of your mad breaths. Your helplessness is erotic. Your body glistening as I have just pleased you. Your struggling against the chains lifting your legs higher as if fighting pleases me. Ahhh my love, you are amazing. Now, get down and stop playing." Master chuckles.

My eyes look over to him and watch the rise and the fall of his chest as he laughs then upwards to the blackness of his eyes as they become clouded with passion. His body lifting upwards in full arousal again in want.

"I want you my beautiful slave. I want you now writhing under me, or on top of me. Your choice. I will allow you the use of my body slave to take and pleasure me as you want. This night I belong to you my lovely little slave. Just as you belong to me."

Tears welled up into my eyes spilling over their dark lashes before I could possibly stop them. Their trail over my creamy skin went unchecked as the love I had for this man overwhelmes me. But I will never tell him. Never utter those words like some do. No more was I mad at being chained and denied, for now was the chance to get even.

The key still between my lips I pulled my legs upwards. It is tricky trying to hold your body steady as it is suspended and place the key into the tiny lock as my body is in midair, but I did it. My legs freed now, the shackles hitting the floor, my arms pulled higher to lift myself so that my mouth could place the key into the slots at my wrists. Unlocking them I fell to the floor almost knocking the breath from myself. I saw the flicker of concern move over masters features even though he tried hard to hide it. Master is very loving and caring of me even though perhaps tonight he was a bit cruel in his lovemaking, he does love and care about his slave and I know I am the luckiest little kajira on Gor.

"Master I fear that I have twisted my ankle." spoken from my lips as I laid in a heap on the floor.

"Nice try slave," He laughed as he extended his hand and reached for me "Come here my precious and love your master."

I could no more continue the façade than I could have stopped breathing. It was not what he said, but how he said it. How he moved. How his hand moved reaching out for me.

I ran to him then jumping and sprawling my body atop his as we tumbled laughingly into the furs. The bed made from the finest white furs was soft against our backs as we rolled laughing together. Perhaps one of the most amazing things about Master is his laughter. Oh there are many things that I love about the man who owns me. There are countless things like the way he always wants peace and the way he travels to other places to find it and to bring visitors to this camp. I am the envy of other slaves and Free Women because he devotes his time to me not taking other slaves or companions. I love the way he listens and values my opinions even though they don't necessarily agree with his. But it is his laughter and the cute little ways he has, the million and one things that bring me running to him time and time again even though others want me, I know in my heart whom I belong to just as sure as his kolar adorns my neck.

"Master?"

"Hmm?" His rich voice sighed as his body rolled atop mine sprawled under him. My red hair wild and long against the sheets.

"Did you say slave could take you any way she wanted this night?" I tried to disguise the naughtiness of the thoughts as my eyes move to the cuffs and chains still in a heap on the cold floor.

"Don't get crazy slave you wanton heathen." He laughs as his mouth claimed my nipple in a teasing pull against the dusty rose tip.

"Master…ohh…"My back arched under his lips. It was like coming home from a long absence as his tongue flickered and tasted my breasts. First one, then with exquisite care, the second.

"Master, slave will 'improvise' yes?" Using his own words as my leg lifted over his hips so that my wetness pressed hard against his arousal. Pulling tighter as I rolled him to his back.

"And I wonder why I shall never have enough of you my beauty." He laughed as his hands reached to run their fingertips fully through my hair as I steadied my body atop his. His length encased in the warm, wet slit as it folded around him not allowing him entry into the hot slave heat.

"Master's slave has pleased him this night after he scared the wits out of her?" I asked as my lips moved over his strong forehead and lower to his eyelids. Kissing master is my favorite hobby. I like the way his skin feels over my lips and the taste of him as my tongue trails loving hot licks around the curve of his ear and beneath where the sensitive skin lies.

"Yes." His groan barely audible as his hips lifted wanting to penetrate with the length of him deep inside my hot sheath.

"No Master…not yet," my voice soft as I grind my hips tighter against him so that his body could not join and mate with mine. "let slave please you her way this night. You said so yes? Improvise Master..adapt…" teasing licks continued over his throat to his collarbone. My tongue tracing the slope of his chest and around his tiny darkened male nipples. There is something very gratifying in using a master's words right back at him.

My hands moved along his shoulders touching and caressing his heated flesh. The texture, the feel of my master's skin is like no other. My fingertips find his and intertwine as my teeth lightly graze one tiny nipple before sucking it into my wet mouth. His fingers tighten over my own as his breath catches.

I enjoy this power over my master even if it only lasts for this moment, this hour, this night. I know that his pleasure is everything to me. My hands move his higher upwards over the soft down bedding to rest on either side of his head as my lips nip and suckle his torso. My tongue flickering and licking the hot skin before moving lower.

"Do not move your hands master." My voice utters through parted lips as my body slips lower to rest between his legs and my mouth moves lower to allow my tongue to slowly circle his navel.

"slave" whispered through clenched teeth as his length moved upwards under the soft skin of my throat. Brushing my head back and forth over his stomach letting my hair travel over his body as my throat moves over his hard shaft. My lips lower to kisslick along his waist and lower to the soft skin on either side of his hips. Trailing hot kisses back and forth my eyes hold his gaze. His body simmers hotly under my touch, my kiss, my tongue. Teasing the tip of his length with my tongue brings a hissed breath from his lips.

"slave" His voice is a veiled command as it calls my name softly through his clenched teeth.

"Master" lightly teasing in reply as my mouth moves hotly over his hard ridges before allowing him only another delicious inch of length inside my hot mouth.

"Now slave." His hands reached for me.

My teeth moved over his hardness as my eyes narrowed at his movements.

"You move your hands one inch further Master and you will be sorry." Lifting my lips upwards so that he could see the pearly white teeth gripping lightly over his hot sex encased in my lips.

"GGGrrrrr....you vixen! I knew I would be sorry for allowing you this night of freedom with me!" His voice husky with need.

Laughing against his hard shaft my lips moved to stroke it sensitively as I watched his hands move back behind his head. His hips lifted to push his length into my mouth further.

I took him then, the entire length of him into my lips and down my throat. Hot, ready, and hard his body pushed into my lips as my tiny hands moved over his hips to grip and pull him into my mouth as it began to torment him in long slow strokes. Up and down my lips moved him in and out of my mouth, my throat until his darker twin globes filled with his own seed.

"slave!!!" He screamed as his hips lifted thrusting harder and harder into my mouth. Tasting the first drops of his precious life seed, my mouth slowed its sweet torment of his hard flesh teasing him and stopping his eruption to move to his globes and suckle them while my hands moved kneading and caressing his thighs.

"You sweet bitch. You make me ache with wanting of you and you take your mouth away. You will pay the price my sweet property. A hefty price." His eyes narrowed as he winked at me lying there between his legs.

"Yes Master. I know. I can't wait." Grinning deliciously into his eyes as my lips press again against the tip of his full arousal.

My lips moved again over his body to his thighs to kiss and kneed each and every inch of his skin. My tongue flickered lovingly behind the bend of his knees and lower as my hands gripped and massaged over his calf as my legs spread over him letting his toes enter briefly into the silky valley of my slave heat.

Unable to deny myself his touch any longer and lost in the torment of sweet surrender my mouth moved upwards over his bringing my lips higher over his hips. My tongue snaked its way along his navel again as my hair dragged against his thigh and chaq. The silky red strands tangling in the dew at his tip before freeing and moving along my back as my hips lifted to straddle his.

There are no words to describe the feel of a true masters body as it slips slowly inside his true slaves inner warmth. There is such a thing as the perfect master to the perfect slave and I know without a shadow of a doubt that Master and I belong together in destiny. A woman is at her most erotic and most sensual when she realizes she is enslaved to the man whose kolar adorns her throat. If she is lucky, he cares for her more than a goblet or bosk, however she is still his property and he will treat her as such.

I am a slave. I am property of Master and I am beautiful in my slavery as my hips begin to lower over his hard shaft penetrating through my most intimate sex. My hair tumbles down my shoulders hiding my breasts from his gaze as my tiny hands settle over his belly and my hips grind in slow delicious circles over his body. My sex grows wetter and wetter coating his length as it thrusts deeply inside of me.

His hands grip my hips and bring me fully into him lovingly lifting my body up and down over his length as I meet him thrust for loving thrust. My knees tighten at his hips. His hands push me down and hold me so that I cannot move save the clenching of the silky wet walls over his hard length inside of my sweet, slave heat.

"Master, You...ohhh..." moaning with desire my head falls back exposing the tender flesh of my neck marked by his teeth as they earlier nipped over its creamy length. "...you moved your hands."

"Yes" My body became as if possessed by some wanton desire. My pace quickened over his length. My inner walls of tightness gripped his hard chaq harder and tighter as he drove inside of me. Deeper and deeper Master plunged into me as my vision became blurred, my moans louder, and the fire between us raged until we were both sent spiraling out of control through that passionate haze that lovers only know.