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Monday 4 November 2024

A Slave's Morning

I slowly wake, feel Master's comforting presence surrounding me. His one arm lies heavy on me, possessive, and its hand cups my breast. I'm pulled against Master's broad chest, feel his hardening cock on my lower back. I let out a moan as his hand wanders, buck as he slips a finger into my pussy. I'm wet and warm, just the way Master likes it, and purr as he slowly fingers me to my first orgasm of the day.

Master eventually lets me go, my legs quivering as I slide from the bed. I make a show of finding the skimpy silks I'd been wearing before, see his eyes darken with lust. With a growl he's on his feet and I let out a shriek as I dash from the bedchamber.

He chases me through his palace, heavy footsteps always so very close behind. I swing round a pillar, grin as I see a pool ahead of me, and dive smoothly into the water. Master stalks into the room, an aura of danger clings to him, makes him irresistible. A crooked smile is on his face as he discards his robe, wades into the pool.

I swim to his side, circle him like a needy sea nymph. He reaches out to stroke my curves, I shiver at his touch and moan when he pulls me against him. My gasp when he enters me echoes, the water churning, and he sets a quick pace, thrusts into me while seeking his release.

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