thoughts and Heart of a pet : The Trophy

thoughts and Heart of a pet : The Trophy

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is the Journal in poetry form from Bailey Bethel/Sarah Sheigh. Connect with Sarah as she falls deeper into the grip and influence of her new Master. A corresponding work to "Conflicting Desires: The Trophy".

Summary

This is the Journal in poetry form from Bailey Bethel/Sarah Sheigh. Connect with Sarah as she falls deeper into the grip and influence of her new Master. A corresponding work to "Conflicting Desires: The Trophy".

Chapter1 (v.1) - thoughts and Heart of a pet : The Trophy

Author Chapter Note

This is the Journal in poetry form from Bailey Bethel/Sarah Sheigh. Connect with Sarah as she falls deeper into the grip and influence of her new Master. A corresponding work to "Conflicting Desires: The Trophy".

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 27, 2014

Reads: 961

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 27, 2014

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For those of you who have read Sarah's first journal entry I appologize for re-subitting it this way, (I will be adding a new chapters following this fix). For those of you who haven't I hope you enjoy and also check out my novel Conflicting Desires: The Trophy that this journal follows.

thanks so much,

-wink-

lp

 

The First Night: "Happy Hour"

 

Now for the first time Miss Sarah Sheigh

Tightly confined, in dress, in proximity to him, and in spirit

Leaning into him as a confidant, a lover, and most importantly, a possession

The feeling of ivory-clean, pure and white, shining for him.

I feel like a Goddess

His need for me his lust for me

It consumes me with pride, and lust for more I need him to need me, I crave for him to crave me, to use me, to fuck me

mmm to fuck me.

He makes me who I am

I am his princess, his pet

I am his Goddess

I am Sarah Sheigh

Feeling his hand firmly holding my ass feels like pure satisfaction.

Needed, wanted, adored, maybe just as an accessory, or as an object that he uses to make himself feel superior to every man in this room.

Maybe for now I am an accessory, but if I'm a good girl...

I will become a necessity.

The men around us.

They stare out of envy and jealousy, and fear of him.

They stare out of lust and greed, like sharks aching for my flesh

To taste the fruit of this young body.

They want to be him and they want to have me, to fuck me, to use me...

To abuse me?

The conflict in my mind and my heart, like oil and water.

I feel fear flooding in around me

Fear of the unknown

Yet pride and desire combat my fears

Where I waver in uncertainty about being his I am immediately met with the affirmation and desire to serve him.

PRIDE

With my head held high, like my dress running up my thigh.

 

I adore him, I need him

My man, my king, Scott Parish, My master.

The way he looks at me and holds me in his grip

He parades me through the bar, through the parlour

Perched on his lap like a kitten, I feel his eyes on me His hand up my bare thigh, his soft guttural moans leave me feeling affirmed .

I smile and make listening noises, use my fingers to play with his hair.

Tease him and please him, make him wish he could fuck me right here.

Make him feel like the Alpha lion

The King of his pride, the king of his life

This mid-life crisis of his came in the form a 24 year old sports car with legs like a thoroughbred  

A round tight ass, creamy full breasts and an appetite to please.

High on a pedestal

I am his trophy

I am a Goddess

I am giving into him, into his desires

I am going to ride this wave

I am Sarah Sheigh

 


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