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84 lines
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Master to Slave: That initial contact
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You study in uniform during my visit. Not only because you like to show off,
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but because you don't want to know what I might do if I catch you out of
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uniform, or if I catch you neglecting your studies. You sit at the small desk
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in the corner, your back to me and the bathroom in this small but comfortable
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hotel room.
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You are wearing your collar, and the new outfit you purchased. It's lacy and
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powder blue. Your nipples are in their clamps; the chain between them swinging
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cool and shifting quietly between. Your wrists are wrapped in your leather
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shackles which jingle freely with every motion, sweeping of the pen, and shift
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of your hands. Your blonde hair sways as well in it's ponytail, exposing your
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soft sloping neck and giving you the look of a youthful teen from behind.
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I move casualy across the warm room and you hear my foot falls but only stop
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writting for a moment before returning to your work. The carpet bows beneath
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my feet and as I come closer it calls to you like a spy and warns you of my
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approach. You do not shy, nor do you pause. I am your master and your reason
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for the happiness in your flushed cheeks.
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I lean down over your back and glance at your work. Some research project on
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a long destroyed druidic grove. My very warm hands come down lightly on your
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shoulders and I trace with my hand the path I drew in our passion as it flows
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down your back and wanders over your smooth flesh. You are slightly disrupted
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by my touch and I say, "continue." Reluctantly you do.
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Time passes and so do my hands across your body. My breathing becomes deeper
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as the hypnosis of my motions begin to take their tole on us both. My cock
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a clear indication of my lusty thoughts. Thousands of moments later I ask
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"What do you think of your uniform, my pet?"
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You turn and look into my eyes, saying more than your words ever could. I see
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the devotion, the love, the joy. You have been waiting weeks for my arrival
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and for your adoption as my slave. Without a master who can take care of you
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for more than two months you have grown eager. Not entirely a good thing as
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you have become over eager in some ways. I have spent weeks grooming your
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psyche and testing your will, and it has payed off. I have yet to use your
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body, with the exception of these last touches, and you are now ready to fall
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on your knees to thank me.
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Before you can say a word in thanks to me, I take your hand and help you to
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your feet. We both stand naked before each other. Your eyes drop to the
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floor and your arms are at your sides. my fingers close the gap between us,
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and you feel a whispy touch on your elbow, it tickles lightly as it traces down
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each arm. You want to squirm but to do so would be naughty and your desires
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to please me are strong. I smile in recognition of your signs of devotion.
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That light whispy touch, soothing and calming turns to a lightning fast action
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of strength and determination as I grab one arm by the shackled wrist and I
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twist it, sliding behind you, and I grab the other shackle. Having been
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palming them until now, you had not noticed but I quickly snap two thumb cuffs
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into place around the rings in your wrist shackles pinning your arms behind
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you like you were handcuffed. You are not hurt, but more shocked at my sudden
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change. As I lift lightly on the back of one of your hands you rise to your
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tip-toes and move in the direction I lead you without resistance.
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I bring you to the bed and you hear me whisper in your ear "kneel!" You do
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so quickly. I use one foot to kick apart your knees and I crawl between your
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legs, behind you on my own knees. my hands return to the light touch as I
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trace up from each hand, examining your subtle but toned muscles not far down.
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"You have been working out?" You nod your head yes.
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"It shows, my pet. You are looking ssscrumptious!" I can feel your body perk
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up at this. You know that when I start talking with taste-related adjectives
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that someone is going to taste someones sweet flesh.
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I lean into you and you feel my warm steamy breath on your neck followed by
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the chill as the moisture cools quickly and chills you slightly. You relax
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under my proximity and absorb the sensations I share with you. My breaths
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are accompanied by my hands, firmly gropping your upper arms and shoulders.
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Then you feel something else, hot and... yes wet. I slowly stroke your neck
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now with my tougne, with long wide lashings.
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Those lashings pull at your skin and my hands work down your sides, turning you
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slightly to the side and you are audibly affected as my tougne makes it's way
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up your neck and to your ear. As my tougne gets to your jaw my hands begin the
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journey up from your waist, across your stomach and higher. My tougne dances
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it's way to your ear lobe and my hands massage their way over and past your
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breasts and your hardened nipples without so much as a second thought. With
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this my teeth nibble your ear lobe, gently tripping your nearves and filling
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your senses.
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