Soolu Makes Me Her *****

I am naked and on me knees.  She stands before me, beautiful, perfect, the woman I love with all of my soul.  She lifts my chin so she can wrap her collar around my neck.  I feel the thril of electricity run down my spine as she buckles it on my neck.  It is the most wonderful thing I have ever felt, the most beautiful thing I have ever worn.

"Who do You belong to?"

"To you, Mistress."

"Whose desires are important?"

"Only yours, Mistress."

"Good boy."

Good boy, two simple words; how can two words make me melt, make me fly, make me want to do anything in the world to please her so I can hear them again?

I feel her standing next to me.  She reaches out with her hand, pulling my towards her.  I see her rubber **** approaching my face; my mouth opens to take it, my lips wrapping around the head as it slides in.  I feel the soft vibrations coming from the egg vibrating bullet in her harness.  Her hands are on either side of my head as she slowly ***** my mouth with her ****. 

She's moaning softly, the bullet sending waves to her ****.  She starts to thrust harder, her hips moving faster, her **** more forceful in my mouth.  She grips my head, taking complete control as her legs start to shake, her first ****** breaking through her body.

She pushes me away from her **** and slides backward onto the bed, dragging me with her.  She pushes my face into her glorious *****, grinding it on my mouth.  I lick happily, moaning in my throat as I taste her delicious nectar, her hands gripped tightly in my hair.  This is my favorite place in the entire world, on my knees giving her pleasure.  She keeps me there through one, two, three ******* before roughly shoving me back and away.  I kneel next to the bed as she regains her composure.

"On to the bed" she orders me.  I climb up onto the bed and she pushes me down on my stomach, pushing my legs apart with her knees.  I feel her finger teasing my hole before sliding in, filling me with lube.  She plays with my *** until my hips are following her movements involuntarily.  My body belongs to her and she knows it.  "What do you want, pookie?" she asks.  "Please, Mistress, please **** me.  I need your **** inside me.  Please make your cockslut, Mistress."

I feel her spreading my cheeks apart so that the head of her **** can rest against my hole and then slowly, gently push into me.  A loud moan escapes my lips as she fills me, I am completely under her control.  Her hips grind into my *** as she buries her thick **** inside me and begins to pump.  The feeling of her hands on my hips, her hips on my *** and her **** inside me are overwheliming.  I moan so loudly, like a *****, I hear myself begging for more, thanking her for ******* me, for making me her cockslut and then "Thank you Mistress, thank you for making me your *****."  It's true, I am her *****, I always will be, she owns me, mind body heart and soul.

pookiebaer pookiebaer
31-35, M
Feb 28, 2010