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As you requested, so shall it be.
I told my master several of my darkest fantasies. I am not ready to share them all today, but I think I have the confidence to begin:
I am inspired this morning by the grayscale bar, from white into black. I will start for now with the white:
I am an early 30-something housewife living in a perfect white-picket suburban-type setting; a neighborhood of estate houses neighboring each other with a level of distance. My house is the one at the end of the row, with the most land behind it. I am married to a slightly older man, a lawyer with more then a bit of money given to him via trustfund. I am a housewife, pampered and perfect, with designer clothes and a body to match. I wear pearls of varying colors often, and wear the finest jewelry whenever I choose to or my husband orders it. I have a young stud gardener that I fuck once in a while out of boredom, a maid that I will do the same with, and a greenhouse in which I grow flowers, herbs, and marijuana potent enough to make even the most staunch atheist see God. I know I will not be replaced, and my husband knows I will not replace him; we fuck others freely, but they are just sources of idle amusement. The love between he and I is genuine, as is the obsession and the hunger; the sex between us is epic, and frequent. Sado-Masochist heaven.
Most days, I will greet him at the door, and should he desire it I will kneel down and blow him to orgasm in plain sight of any passers-by. We speak of our day, do whatever we wish, go about normal business (whatever that may be), then after dinner he strips me naked save for a stainless steel collar with a shimmering black pearl set into it. He tells me "you have 5 minutes," or however long he chooses to grant me (no more then 15), and I race out the back door towards the pride of the estate: a large, plush hedge maze, intricate and twisted and gorgeous. The sun has nearly completed setting, and all that remains to light my way is that hazy navy-blue sheen that can only be made by night bleeding into day. In the distance behind me I can hear the howling of tracking hounds; I will throw them off my scent any way I can.
I must keep from being discovered for one hour. If I make it the full 60 minutes, I am freed, and my husband grants me anything (and I DO mean ANYTHING) I desire. If he catches me, I am slave to his depravity. It is not unheard of for him to let his dogs have me then and there. Sometimes he will bind me up and beat me, force me to deep-throat him until I vomit, fuck me in the ass, or things far worse then I can begin to imagine. Sometimes he will make a mess on the floor and force me to clean it with my mouth alone. Sometimes he will let his clients and associates bend me over the table and chain-fuck me in the ass or the mouth; he won't let them have my pussy because they don't deserve it. Every so often he will make me service their wives too, but that doesn't amuse him as much. I am slave to his will, until he frees me and tells me I have been his good girl. Dawn sees him off to work, where I kiss him goodbye and it begins all over again.
More to come later, when I have time.
I told my master several of my darkest fantasies. I am not ready to share them all today, but I think I have the confidence to begin:
I am inspired this morning by the grayscale bar, from white into black. I will start for now with the white:
I am an early 30-something housewife living in a perfect white-picket suburban-type setting; a neighborhood of estate houses neighboring each other with a level of distance. My house is the one at the end of the row, with the most land behind it. I am married to a slightly older man, a lawyer with more then a bit of money given to him via trustfund. I am a housewife, pampered and perfect, with designer clothes and a body to match. I wear pearls of varying colors often, and wear the finest jewelry whenever I choose to or my husband orders it. I have a young stud gardener that I fuck once in a while out of boredom, a maid that I will do the same with, and a greenhouse in which I grow flowers, herbs, and marijuana potent enough to make even the most staunch atheist see God. I know I will not be replaced, and my husband knows I will not replace him; we fuck others freely, but they are just sources of idle amusement. The love between he and I is genuine, as is the obsession and the hunger; the sex between us is epic, and frequent. Sado-Masochist heaven.
Most days, I will greet him at the door, and should he desire it I will kneel down and blow him to orgasm in plain sight of any passers-by. We speak of our day, do whatever we wish, go about normal business (whatever that may be), then after dinner he strips me naked save for a stainless steel collar with a shimmering black pearl set into it. He tells me "you have 5 minutes," or however long he chooses to grant me (no more then 15), and I race out the back door towards the pride of the estate: a large, plush hedge maze, intricate and twisted and gorgeous. The sun has nearly completed setting, and all that remains to light my way is that hazy navy-blue sheen that can only be made by night bleeding into day. In the distance behind me I can hear the howling of tracking hounds; I will throw them off my scent any way I can.
I must keep from being discovered for one hour. If I make it the full 60 minutes, I am freed, and my husband grants me anything (and I DO mean ANYTHING) I desire. If he catches me, I am slave to his depravity. It is not unheard of for him to let his dogs have me then and there. Sometimes he will bind me up and beat me, force me to deep-throat him until I vomit, fuck me in the ass, or things far worse then I can begin to imagine. Sometimes he will make a mess on the floor and force me to clean it with my mouth alone. Sometimes he will let his clients and associates bend me over the table and chain-fuck me in the ass or the mouth; he won't let them have my pussy because they don't deserve it. Every so often he will make me service their wives too, but that doesn't amuse him as much. I am slave to his will, until he frees me and tells me I have been his good girl. Dawn sees him off to work, where I kiss him goodbye and it begins all over again.
More to come later, when I have time.