-Are You a slut, doll-? His dark eyes locked with mine, as His voice calmly spoke. I had no idea what to answer Him, because I was not only a slut. I was also a lady and a playful girl in a perfect blend with the hungry and sensuous slut.
He looked at me and smiled -Answer my question in this way, then; I want you - today - to prove to me and to yourself what a hungry, wicked slut she is. Email me the ... results.
My eyes widened as I heard those words. My first task, my first assignment from One I know has a lot of power over me. From One that both frightens me and entices me...because of that power – and One that I simply need to obey – because it is the right thing to do...at least in this stage of my life...a stage of exploring, learning and finding out more about who and what I am.
Hungry, wicked slut...indeed. When I go wet just by seeing You ~ when I balance on the edge of a release merely by a gaze from Your eyes or a light touch from Your hands...I am most certainly a hungry, wicked slut...
But does that make me a slut in general...or is it simply that You bring this side out in me...AM I a slut naturally...for a man of such relentless power...have You created that in me...or was it there from birth...all I know is that no Man before You has touched me this deeply – and that I am blessed for having such a Man in my life once again...
All I know is that I am never happier then when pushed....taught...controlled...I feel safe, then, loved and priceless...my tears are Your pearls – my sweet droplets of intense lust are Your diamonds – and You are my priceless, priceless gem...
I Undress quickly – and leans against the wall – looking in the mirror...seeing a woman with shiny eyes...blonde hair washing down my back all the way to my heart shaped ass ~ seeing a full figured body – made to serve Legs opening – hands moving down – and soft little gasps spill from my lips as the fingers prison the nipples. I am feeling them harden so quickly between my eager fingertips. I am pulling them lightly, then harder, until it hurts so sweetly that I have to cry out. My pussy tightens in delight and my sweet petals coating themselves with lust filled drops. I have a very puzzled look on my face – as I give myself pain. Me! Who fears pain, is actually making me yelp because I was told to show Him what a wicked, hungry slut I am. My own fingers pinching and pulling ~ my wide open eyes meeting my gaze in the mirror.