C11TXT sucking his ass belonged her

{\rtf1\ansi\deff0\deftab720{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss MS Sans Serif;}{\f1\froman\fcharset2 Symbol;}{\f2\fswiss Arial;}{\f3\froman Times New Roman;}{\f4\froman Times New Roman;}} {\colortbl\red0\green0\blue0;} \deflang1033\pard\plain\f2\fs28\b Sodome's new life \par \plain\f4\fs20 Tonight Sodome new life dawns. Raven will accept her as his live in maid. Her working clothes, at her master home since the previous evening, in a large closet situated in the slaves changing room directly accessible from the street, claimed her stakes. Tomorrow she will belong to Raven harem and spend her two weeks vacation nude in his home. Tonight his amazing shaft will plunder her. The belt will go back into the hell that vomited it. Three weeks without a breeze on her clit turned her into a sex bomb. Her cavern, screaming for fullness, irradiated an endless stream of sexual images. All along the day, cold showers gave her too short a diversion. In trance she could not focus her mind on anything but the vacuum of her belly. Utterly impatient, she arrived at Raven in advance, though anticipating nothing nice for her from being there too early but no other possibility appeared. Waiting in a dark corner of the entrance, flat on her stomach on a couch and eyes bandaged, a snide ice pack on her butt she was board but the fire was still running high. The noise of passerby provided her only distraction. At last John's voice stirred her up. \par "Stand up wild bush and follow my hand." \par Holding on his hand, still blindfolded, she reached a bathroom where the belt was removed, she hoped for the last time, and she was primed: cleaned, perfumed and depilated. Her tits and vagina lips received rouge coloring and lavender perfume. The passing touches around the belt area, necessary to improve her genitals, produces quivers all over around the hyper sensitive part. The surrounding pampering presence filled the darkness with a familiar presence. She trusted the attendant. The blindfold taken down, with the instruction to keep her eyes closed, the attendant painted her eyes. The annoying return of the chastity belt around her cleft signaled the beginning of her dressing for the evening. She was ready for him. \par John's voice, her last contact to the world, drilled her: \par "When Raven will invite you to take the dress off, lift it over your head from your thigh. He will remove the chastity belt. Most of the time he keeps the trim on the girl to underline the feminine attribute." \par The blindfold taken off she could see for herself the elaborate evening costume. A one piece yellow girdle sustained her breast from under, presenting her soft pears in their best light, before going down her belly till above her hips. The lines of contact with her upper curves, a violet lace, run under the nipple. red point lace garters, going from the girdle to the top of her thigh, hold fish net stocking on her legs, framing her lower curves in the back and her blossoming cleft in the front. Violet manicured hands matched the lace on her breast while her feet, reposing on high heel sleeper, used the same varnish. John basked for a while in her appreciation of the undergarment before presenting a short dress, red satin fabric, which large d\'e9collet\'e9, matching the violet line under her bosom, exposed all of her cleavage. She donned it. The transparent point lace, inside of her breast, did not cover the top portion of her tits. Her entrance into Raven reception room turned the gaze of the thirty people, men and women suffused with lust and despise, to the exposing attire. They could have her any time. Blushing, while a swell of terror traversing her belly, requested a flee or hide reaction, she draw on the long preparation to public exposure of the past weeks to regain control though not fast enough to hide her lapse from Raven attention. His offer to turn away from that future aggravated her terror: going to bed with the void unfilled. She felt on her knees searching oblivion for this instant. He smiled, relieving her, and signaled her to come toward him. \par "What is your purpose for being here?" \par "I will offer myself as your slave." \par "What are you ready to do for me?" \par "My body belongs to you. My opening will belongs to you. My mouth will suck and kiss at your request. My legs are open to your command. My anus and vagina will cuddle what you choose. My orgasm belongs to you. I will serve in your house or anywhere else. Every week your whip will have its chance at the tender flesh of my posterior. The only control I wish to retain is the possibility to work. My attire will be driven by the flow of blood in your cock. I will obey your servants and respect all the rules of your house. I will strive to learn what you enjoy." \par "Will you stay nude at all time in my house?" \par "I'm not exposed enough right now?" \par "Will you undress yourself in public place where everybody else is dressed?" \par "If you ask." \par "Will you do that alone?" \par "If you demand." \par "Will you take the nipple clamps?" \par "I will for you." \par "Will you be excited waiting for me?" \par "Sir, I had your belt for three weeks." \par "Will you suck cock for me?" \par "On a sign" \par Looking around he extended his hand toward a man sitting on a chair. She walked to him and asked: \par "Sir May I please suck your cock?" \par "I will be happy to oblige. Your costume calls to see the entire shape of your tits." \par She looked at Raven. He made yes with his head. He said to him: \par "Let me know when you are done with her." \par Pushing her shoulder straps low on her upper arms induced the fabric under her ovals treasures. The sight of her torso bouncing in the air in front of his crotch propelled his already hard cock out of the dinner pants. The skills, learned with Jules and Jim, will come handy. His scrotum in her right hand, meanwhile the left one was scratching delicately the small piece of skin at the onset of his crack, communicated her intention to her charge. Her tongue leisurely licking the front and back of the penis alternatively readied her guest for the next action: full immersion in her gracious cavern. Her lips, in contact with his skin, greet the new area while inside the tongue glued to the whole shaft was ravishing the already heated part of it. Her head bobbling up and down, varied the depth and speed of the plunges, careful to let the tongue give its part to the back of the penis providing an appeasing alternative to the intense touch on the front. His tremor in her mouth, evidence of how much he enjoyed it, recompensed her effort. Dedicated to giving pleasure she multiplied the hunger and looses the fright. Ushering kindly his dome to the back of her throat rewarded her with a series of cute grunts. He shivered, accepting her gift. The tender rub stretched till the edge, too close for his comfort, produced a tension. Disengaging the dept of her throat from his dome she tickled it gently with her tongue on the way out to keep some of the electricity in it. Slowing the cadence she went up and down getting less of him with each cycle. His vibrating hard cock expelled the fear from her. With a last suck of her lips he popped out. Her tongue descended his pole toward his testicles to suck each of them inside her friendly mouth. One hand snuggled his cock while the other caressed his crack. Her mouth, on its way toward his back, insisted on the little piece between his cheek and his scrotum, almost biting him. The noisy background fun, stirring her jealousy, attracted her to finish him quickly unfortunately quietly sucking his ass belonged to her new position. Her application to serve at Raven meant renouncing the center for someone feet. Her Master loved when she fulfilled her sluttish obligations. She could be sucking somebody else. Why not give this one some memories? Her hand moved toward his cupola while her mouth touched his back hole. His hips said: go for it. Leisurely licking the deep of his crack from the bottom to the pelvis tested his personal sensitivity. Her tongue met the strongest reaction at the entrance of his ass. His pelvis advanced from the chair to give room for her tongue to reach his bud. Pushing the tip of it, in and out as strong she could through the entrance of his ass, spawn some trashing by his hips. He placed her hand on his pleasure knot. She kept going till he bordered his spasm. His expectation for prompt relief put her in a quandary. Would he rather hit home when sucked on his ass or in her mouth? Also her patience had paid: no hardship for her in accepting his timing. His request: \par "Honey, give me your mouth to fuck." \par Solved the question. Kneeling at his feet, lips ajar, hands on her head and breast floating, she tempted his assault. Standing he pushed himself furiously in and out while holding her head with his hand. His lack of restraint offended her and distracts her from keeping her tongue and lips in the right places and directions. Jules would never dare do that to her and Jim may not have thought of it. Closeting the burst reaction to this new high in her humiliation she managed to hide her feeling from him. A furious roar burst together with the sperm filling her throat. She drank it. Her face was pretty much fucked up and keeping her words to her master will need lot of work from her part. \par Returning to Raven, Sodome waits hands on her head in front of him. His pride with her performance obvious in his eyes, he spoke: \par "You may serve me for a month." \par Her dress flied on top of her head revealing the moisture, out of her drooling cunt, covering the inside of her thigh: \par "Thanks you Master." \par His scissors, cutting the frail attach of the belt, exposed the enlarged aspect of her perfectly smooth white fleshy folds underscored by the glitter on her thighs. The crude exposition of the hairless junction of her parted legs, unable to slow the flow of drops falling from her insides, aggravated the red blush on her face. The evidence of the arousal created by her Master made her blush even after the training of the past months. \par He grabbed her pelvis. Purring she rubbed herself against his hand. \par "Aren't you in a hurry, kitten! Let me put my finger inside you. Yes, sweetie, offer your access. What a good girl you are with those move. Wow she is really equipped in there. The way it goes the rug will need a cleaning." \par The crowd cheered for her. \par His finger inside titillated her G-spot. She forgot about the people. She forgot about the wait. She forgot about everything. Pleasure ripen everywhere from her toes to the tip of her fingers. In her head a watchdog whispered: "contain yourself. Do not come yet. You said your orgasm belonged to him." The active fingers scrape away some control with each move adding to her confusion. Witnessing her battle with a big grin on his face, Raven pushes his advantage. \par How did I reach this place wondered Sodome. What shall I do? What is the proper way? I must not come was her only certitude. May I move away from his hand? May I stop enhancing his doing? She did not know what to choose but at this speed the catastrophe was imminent. Her chance for his manhood inside her diminished with each rotation of the finger. A swift action was imperative to avoid the burning deception of the first dinner at his home when he finished her with his finger to give another girl the fuck of her life. At the end of her fire, she crocked: \par "Master you make me comes!" \par Miraculously the words pushed away the imminence of the orgasm. Ignoring her remark he continued his strike on her G-spot with two fingers. The waves were getting stronger when she spoke again: \par "Master will you please let me come?" \par "One day certainly" Was his amused answer. \par "Master Please let me explode now." \par He stopped his fingers. Relieved and disappointed at the same time she controlled her breath. \par "Breaking your oath of letting me decide when you earn relief implies punishment. Ask for the paddle and I will let you come." \par "My bottom begs for the honor of your paddle Master." \par "Get the black velvet one. Bring it to me." \par In the paddle chest, she took it and holding the paddle in her hands high above her head she returned to him. Her outstanding feminine attribute accentuated by the clothing, the make up, the position of the arm and the intense sexual energy produced a beautiful sigh. Drops dripping from her cunt on the way drove Raven's enlarging penis out of his lodge rendering her smell more sexual and the petals of her intimacy fuller. Her lips opened near his imposing organ and her eyes supplicating full of love provided a superb pillar for the paddle. Raven took it. The crowd applause launches another wave of blushing to her cheeks. Turning to offer her buttock in the air to his conceit, she was wandering what are all those people going to think of me? \par "Five blow will keep your butt warm and red for a couple days as a reminder. I had decided for more but that knee walk mellowed my heart. Yes your lustful ass wobble shows your eagerness. My new pet, your beauty and unpredictability turned me one hundred percent. Count them for me." \par The first blow, first smack noise, she counted one in a cry. She counted all of them. Crying, ashamed, she discovered another level in slaving. Were her slaves going through that as well? Five it was finished. Her bottom burned all over and the flesh of her sex pulsed with live. All previous experiences had been so soft by comparison. Her sore butt prompt the necessity to gain control of her sexual urgencies while proving her pathetic need for the strength of her master. \par "Thank you Master" \par She said with all her heart before kissing the paddle, now next to her mouth. Her submissive position, bent toward the floor and sunken camber pushing her cheek apart, delivered the perfect occasion to thrust two fingers in contact with her G-spot. She moaned instantly. The pervasive goodness of his touch shut out any control left. Her butt trashed wildly in all directions to press his finger on the right spot. His disconnection from her depth frustrated her will so fiercely that she turned her head toward him to ask: \par "Continue, it is so good." \par "Learn to serve my new pet." \par Fustigated she rotate her hips inviting his clemency with the active display of the details of her arousal. Her glistening entrance, appearing and disappearing at the rhythm of her camber maneuver, promised a load of satisfaction for the skin of his penis. As soon as he was done playing with her, he will fill her vacuum. His gaze focused on the two large, plump and firm globes, reeling slowly for him, separated by the line holding her treasure chest in a row, a wealth of possibilities. The offer had no limit. His hand pinched a reddened and outraged plump globe. She winced. Opening his hand he caressed her. She moaned. Mixing pleasure with pain, he pinched her ass, brushed her clit, pinched her clit, and grazed her ass, until she lost any ability to predict which one was coming after. Utterly crazy, worst than a cat in heat, she screamed her passion. His cock, a large and long thing beautifully pulsating, invisible from her eyes, moved toward the ajar entrance of her vagina between the small pink walls. She was waiting for the next move, caress of pinch, when he plunged his magnificent penis into her. \par Instantaneously full and satisfied, she shrieked. This was it! The cock moving at heavenly speed in the perfect direction took all her body with it. Trembling and moaning powerfully she forgot the mesmerized crowd or her previous life, everything disappeared except the drumming life in her belly. He spanked her already red plump area as a gentle reminder and said: \par "Slave, do not forget my pleasure!" \par Fustigated again, she sheathed the throbbing cock with all the love diffused in her spongiest membrane, offering the space he wanted and the moves enhancing his pleasure. If he did not drove her so hard, she could make him send his seed right there. His phallus, the most important thing in her life today, enjoyed its stay in her. He was rejoining her. Soon the organ will take the man over. Abandoned in his embrace, his moans sing to her ear. One arm holds her head and one hands grabbed her shoulder bedazzling her. His vibrations within her increased until all her might consumed itself into containing the explosion. On the frontier of her orgasm, 'wait for him' became the overwhelming order in her mind. His travels around her membrane orchestrated the notes in her body. Her mind tuned on his state search a special contact with every inch of his penis in the middle of her own enchantment. The sensation around his flesh changed. That contraction of his hands on her was special. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gigantic wave bolt her body sending her in a swirl of shaking, shouting and trashing. A numerous series of smaller quakes maintained the female in a delicious party. She may not have pleased him but she was going to remember her first climax, as his slave for a long time. She was so lucky. She felt on the floor oblivious to the world for a minute. \par She just wanted to soak in her bath, relax and sleep. After too short a rest, a girl forces her up to guide her toward a bathroom. Cleaned and brought back to a presentation chair to offer her holes, she forced herself to give some appeal to her mouth and her bottom. Fingers tentatively moved on her but nothing serious happen. Others provided better service somewhere else. Her standing took a bad hit when relaxing in such a way but she was too satiated for anything else. Her dream, coming true, had drained her. A spank on her buttock woke her up to the sight of a dick pressing her mouth. Suckling on it as a good girl, she could not really give her heart to it. A strong pinch on her nipple, remainder of her bond, threw her attention on the invader. The dick, harder and more active under her tongue moved away, ending the last attempt to use her this evening. \par \par Finally Norkad, a woman in the attire of house servant, took the blindfold away and presented herself as my mentor for the first days. Casually pinning a clip, attached to a leash, on my labia to pilot me through the house elicit no reaction from my part except for the bite. The size impressed me: there were enough corridors to get lost. The exhaustion did not stop my gaze from evaluating Norkad small and round bare bottom. The black bird tattooed around her anus proclaimed her long-term tenure in the house. The welt marks, from a past whipping, looked older than a week. Part of the bird was hidden in the deep of her crack. Was I going to be marked the same way? Someday somebody will look at me the same way. Norkad costume made it difficult to look at anything else. We shared the room, small although well arranged with two bunk beds, with two other female slaves. I needed to pee. She ushered me into a huge bathroom, bigger than the room, fitted with a triple shower and two toilets without seats. You squat down on your ankles holding a bar with your hand. I had never used one of those. I waited for her to go out of the room. She watched my skin not moving. Here was the lack of privacy. A heavy blush scattered on my skin. She said: \par "Get use fast to slaves toilets otherwise your sojourn here will not be comfortable my dear. We have neither privacy nor lock; people will be going in and out at the worst moment. Some may enjoy the chance. We share this bath with three rooms: twelve women. If you have to have privacy it will not work for you. Life is unbearable with a full bladder so just relax and show me how you squat." \par Her voice got tender. \par "The lack of privacy always stay as an embarrassment but the missing bowl is way more comfortable after a while. You can control pretty well the direction of where it goes." \par Scarlet again, I reproduced her moves. She monitored the yellow liquid gushing from me. We showered together prior to return into the room. Norkad, leaning against a wall, called my name to force me to acknowledge her posture. My dinner was her pussy. She was pleading with her eyes. How long did she wait for an occasion like this one? She was expecting me to do it and had done it to her own mentor, on her first day, some years ago. I had a thousand questions for her. Did slave have a time to talk together? She will be revengeful if I don't give it to her. Do I mind? I was tired! Will I be able to provide a good prestation? What was her real power on me? In any case she knew a lot about the customs of the house but if I bow to any slave petty needs I will not get any respect at all. She told me: \par "As house tradition, newbies pleasure their mentor. The assignment comes as a reward. The master knows that you need reminder of you new status and I have been waiting for long. You should be sensitive to that." \par That definitely turned my heart. I sat between her feet bringing my lips to her cleft. I was tired but the intensity of her craving fed my energies. She squirmed hard and long covering me with her tide when she went off with a powerful deep throat cry. I thanked her because that was the rule. I lay on my bed with Norkad smell on my face. I had no energy to go wash again. I slept almost immediately. \par \par }

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