My life as a slave

My life as a slave

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Genre: Non-Fiction

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Non-Fiction

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Just a few short clips of what it's like in my life as a slave in the BDSM lifestyle. It's not all glamour, it's not all bruises and blood (though I'd like it to be).

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Summary

Just a few short clips of what it's like in my life as a slave in the BDSM lifestyle. It's not all glamour, it's not all bruises and blood (though I'd like it to be).

Chapter4 (v.1) - Midnight Snack

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 15, 2019

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I woke to feeling your fingers rubbing along my slit, my body nestled against yours in the dead of night. You continued to tease me, never entering my greedy hole, simply playing with it. I could feel you throbbing against my rear, desperate for a release. My legs tangled with yours as I wiggled against you, small whines escaping from me as I quietly begged for you to take me. Although I'd woken up just moments ago, I was ready for you. I shuddered and whined, pressing against your torturous hand, your fingers remaining light and teasing.

You pulled away from me without warning, laying flat on your back; your hand found mine to lead it to your shaft, a silent order to please you. I remained pressed against you as my fingers groped every inch of your shaft, lightly tracing the underside as I made my way up and down it. A small smile curled my lips as I felt you twitch and throb against my hand, begging for more, the hunger within growing stronger, your frustration and desire growing stronger. My hand squeezed around your tip, my mouth watering as I imagined my lips replacing my hand, tongue teasing your tip. I bit my lip and continued tracing your turgid member, teasing you as you had done to me only moments ago, my hand only gripping you light enough to tease.

Your hands found their way to my hair, pulling lightly. "Suck my cock." You growled. I didn't need to be told twice; my head dipped between the sheets, lips wrapping tightly around your member. With a bit of adjusting, I managed to have my head and shoulders bent over your shaft, my rear, while still beside you, spread and facing you to use as you see fit. My lips spread wider to take the rest of you in. Nine inches of throbbing, aching need filled my mouth and spilled down the back of my throat. With my hands kneading your taut balls, my head worked to bob on your cock, my tongue wrapping around you with each stroke. I could feel you enjoying every second, your hands grasping at the sheets, your breathing hitching, your hips coming up to meet my thrusts, going the same pace as me but with more force, it'd been too long since your last orgasm. It didn't matter that you were exhausted, you were more than ready for your slave to drain you dry. If I'd had it my way, you'd be getting off daily, multiple times a day.

Your legs tensed, I could feel them pressed against me like stone pillars as you let out a shuttering, aching groan and let me go faster; I'd always known how fast to go, your need welling up in you as mine puddled on the sheets beneath me. With every thrust, I could feel you struggling harder and harder, a primal need to claim what was yours. As my hand gripped your leg, you met my thrusts eith sheer force, a hand coming to grip my head and bring me down to meet your pounding desire. You shuttered at feeling my tongue grip every inch of you, teasing your tip every time you pulled out and pushed back in. I could feel you savoring every inch of my mouth and throat, so warm and soft, so wet and hot, always ready and waiting for you. Silence filled the room but your ragged breaths were deafening, small moans, unintentional, surely, slipped past your lips as I felt your pent up orgasm build, your whole body rigid.

With your hands slipping from my hair, I felt you let me take control, my pace quickening and becoming more forceful, letting you pound against my throat. "Right there... Oh, God, don't stop." You cried, your voice soft but husky, a reminder that you were always in charge. I let my body sway slightly, the motion helping me thrust more roughly, your turgid member choking me with every thrust. Saliva dripped down your balls, pooling below you as my mouth continued to work on you relentlessly, your unfiltered responses only egging me on.

Suddenly, your hands found their way to my hair, gripping me and pushing me down harder. I could feel your breathing becoming labored, your chest taut against me as you growled, "Yes, right there... I'm going to cum..." Even though I knew you were already on edge, begging for your release, I sped up, my head bobbing wildly on your aching cock, your hands gripping my hair. With a powerful groan, you came; the first jet coating my mouth and triggering me to plunge you down my throat to feed your primal desire. You twitched and throbbed, shooting jet after jet down my throat. I pulled you out after you finished, sucking you hard along the way and milking every drop I could out before finally laying to rest against your chest, your breathing still excited but beginning to relax.


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