Everyone, whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?
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Am I humiliated to be viewed by strangers cleaning up a mess that I made? A year ago, I would have hurried away bright red and scared, but today, I lick every drop of my cum from the pane of glass. As a child, we are taught to clean up what we spill, doesn’t that transfer over to an adult?
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Warning: The writing inside contains material that might be sensitive to some. Hardcore sex and blasphemy inside.
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We arrived in New York for the weekend, a business trip Master calls it. Is it horrible that I don’t know what his business is, other than as long as I live in his house, I want for nothing? I know he is a very wealthy man, but my eyes see him with rose-colored glasses, and he could be a pauper for all I care. Dedication is not about fattening the wallet or even status. It’s about fully placing your life in another person’s hands. All of my life, I wondered why I feel so different, and Master is the man who explained that to me with words as well as actions. A submissive is not any less of a person than her Dominate. She is stronger than most. The ability to place herself and her happiness in the hands of another is one of the strongest things humans can do.
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As the rays of light beamed through the bedroom window, the entire house reeked of silence. I laid in the bed, still too sore to move, but even the staff seemed to be off or walking on eggshells through the massive estate. Odd, very odd, but this entire week was not typical. In my heart, she wanted to run and ask Master all about the party the night before, but I knew better. He would go into great detail about what he did when he returned home. I heard enough through the walls that I didn’t need a detailed play-by-play description of what went on with the pet of his. I already hate her enough.
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I have disappointed the only man I could ever truly love, and the damn that held back the tears fell the moment he left the room. Alone in his office, the room still smelled like sex even after his departure. Another memory of his presence now soaked the floor beneath my ass, and if it stained the fine-grained wood, his wrath would forever be my sorrow.
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I realized today that I never introduced Master and Kitten. I never explained how they came to be. This is a peek into how they came together.
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Was I sorrowful for my actions? How could I be when I did what Master told me to do? I spent thirty minutes in heaven with Mistress Raven, and though it will cost me my ass tonight, I loved every minute of it. Bent over the desk, my ass high in the air, I’ve learned to use my sense of hearing more than my sight. It’s one of the things your body adapts to when you are often the recipient of a blindfold. Tonight, the only thing that restricted my view was the wall in front of me.
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I shook as my body pushed back into the leather seat. It was the first time it scared me enough to cry. I know tears are a weakness, but I am only human under all this glitz and glamour. “I didn’t know until now. I thought I was doing what you wanted, but now that I have thought about it, I know I should never have indulged in the pleasure,” I said. I could do nothing to change what happened, but now I know that I am not to enjoy the act when Master sends me into a room with another. It was a mistake that would never happen again.
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