The Pleasure – the slave

The slave whispered “to give YOU my submission, Mistress”.

The slave had been searching for a power exchange relationship for a very long time but had failed so he sought out vanilla women who were strong-willed.  He would have his kinky sex with them but was not satisfied for too long.  He continued his search knowing someone was out there to satiate his yearnings.

He came across the Mistress on a site.  He watched her, observed her interactions and proceeded to make contact.

The slave was fair haired, fair complexioned, and muscular.  He was a quiet soul but was opinionated when required.

The Mistress and the slave negotiated a scene… an extreme scene which would last all day.  Safe words, signals, activities were discussed at length during the negotiations and both parties understood what was being sought.

His arms and hands were beautifully sculpted, his thighs were strong and lean.  The slave’s nipples were always protruding and just yearning to touched in many ways.

Part of the negotiation discussions included various types of activities the slave would like to experience.  They were degradation and humiliation play, strap on fucking, restraint and blood play. 

The slave’s cock was average size, firm and very pretty.  The Mistress looked forward to torturing it later in the day.

His arse was nicely shaped but needed to firm up a little more.  Some arse exercises would be placed on his training program.  She looked forward to fucking that sweet piece in time.  She had a feeling he was one slutty bitch who yearned her cock.

The Mistress’ primary interest for this slave was to enslave him totally.  However, this plan would take time as she perceived a stubbornness in his face and knew it would take a long while for him to give his full submission.  She was in no rush… she had a few years to truly enslave him.

His body was V-shaped.  Stunning.  A prime specimen of a male.  He kept himself fit and well, and was single-minded in whatever he put his mind to.  She liked this type of male but he was a rare specimen, and not many males like him crossed her path often.  He was going to be a challenge but she was patient. 

The slave was chained to the brick wall and was very aware of Mistress’ presence and his heart  pounded so fast. The precum he was creating was dripping, almost too much to bear, but he remained as calm as possible because it was going to be long day for him, and the Mistress.  He needed the energy to endure for this magnificent Woman.  The rising excitement was almost too much tolerate.

His mouth and lips were deep pink and generous, and the scent he exuded was earthy masculine.  His eyes were, at varying times, either a cold or warm blue depending on what was going on within him.  At the moment, they were soft and warm. 

The Mistress leant forward and placed her hand under his chin, and lifted his face to hers, she smelt of Chanel No. 19 and musk.  A delectable combination.  She spoke quietly “slave, are you ready for your journey?”.  “Yes, Mistress Neta”.