Others say NO - more out of habit than conviction..
But m always says yes.
She moans very softly, on an angels wings.
She slowly looks down,
faces the mirror on the floor or the glass in the
window, listens to the twin promises of
fear and ecstasy, then she looks back at me
with acceptance, no heavy
resignation or fake petulance, she looks back
straight and deep into my soul and she breathes, yes...
I hold her chin in the palm of my hand, I
drink her fresh seductive breath, bring her
close to me, her heartbeat a little quicker, her
heat a little hotter, nipples already
blooming against the palms of my hands, her breasts soft
and elastic like ripe mangos, I
squeeze them as hard as I can so that she
feels my hunger, my forceful need to have her beautiful flesh.
I lick the back of her neck, inhale deep
the promise of sweat in her hair, pull
her nipples a little harder. .
Some times she say yes with her mouth wide open,
my cock stretching her lips,
she simply nods to the strict leather riding crop
that mould her into a beautiful
sacrifice, that will better force
her to offer herself, that
will help her sing new songs she never knew
she could compose, she says
yes with her eyes to my eyes and I taste everyone
of her sighs, every sharp note of
pain, every whimper of joy.
She say yes by the tones of her skin, the sudden
waves of red across the dunes of
her belly, the inside of her thighs as she opens
to receive my latex fingers, as she arches
back to present me with the fresh fruit of her
open arse, she says yes with little
releases of fragrant perfume when the pleasure is so strong that
words are not good enough. She
says yes by carefully kneeling on the floor,
still fragrant like an arum lily
under the sun of January, places her mouth where my heat
needs release, she says yes by turning her
head as I approach her body bent double - spread wide,.
she say yes and yes again in
her slow moans, her tight motions, without thinking
anymore, panting around
my lips and my fingers, buckling against the crop,
sliding cunt around my dick, each
whimper a yes, each muffled
cry an encouragement, each release a testimonial.
I like the way she says yes. The way she trusts me
to play with her, to beat her and fuck her to
places where joy is a rich blue note with a deep
low pitch that travels every moist
nerve ending, she is the one who makes me young again,
I am the riding crop that makes her rise
and sing with pain and pleasure. M is
my music and my instrument.
Written by Master Phil for slave girl M.
