SLAVE M SAYS YES

Others say NO - more out of habit than conviction..

But m always says yes.

She moans very softly, on an angels wings.

She slowly looks down,

faces the mirror on the floor or the glass in the

window, listens to the twin promises of

fear and ecstasy, then she looks back at me

with acceptance, no heavy

resignation or fake petulance, she looks back

straight and deep into my soul and she breathes, yes...

I hold her chin in the palm of my hand, I

drink her fresh seductive breath, bring her

close to me, her heartbeat a little quicker, her

heat a little hotter, nipples already

blooming against the palms of my hands, her breasts soft

and elastic like ripe mangos, I

squeeze them as hard as I can so that she

feels my hunger, my forceful need to have her beautiful flesh.

I lick the back of her neck, inhale deep

the promise of sweat in her hair, pull

her nipples a little harder. .

Some times she say yes with her mouth wide open,

my cock stretching her lips,

she simply nods to the strict leather riding crop

that mould her into a beautiful

sacrifice, that will better force

her to offer herself, that

will help her sing new songs she never knew

she could compose, she says

yes with her eyes to my eyes and I taste everyone

of her sighs, every sharp note of

pain, every whimper of joy.

She say yes by the tones of her skin, the sudden

waves of red across the dunes of

her belly, the inside of her thighs as she opens

to receive my latex fingers, as she arches

back to present me with the fresh fruit of her

open arse, she says yes with little

releases of fragrant perfume when the pleasure is so strong that

words are not good enough. She

says yes by carefully kneeling on the floor,

still fragrant like an arum lily

under the sun of January, places her mouth where my heat

needs release, she says yes by turning her

head as I approach her body bent double - spread wide,.

she say yes and yes again in

her slow moans, her tight motions, without thinking

anymore, panting around

my lips and my fingers, buckling against the crop,

sliding cunt around my dick, each

whimper a yes, each muffled

cry an encouragement, each release a testimonial.

I like the way she says yes. The way she trusts me

to play with her, to beat her and fuck her to

places where joy is a rich blue note with a deep

low pitch that travels every moist

nerve ending, she is the one who makes me young again,

I am the riding crop that makes her rise

and sing with pain and pleasure. M is

my music and my instrument.

Written by Master Phil for slave girl M.

Slavery

slavery is NOT all about suffering .....
slavery is primarily about SERVICE.

slavery is NOT all about humiliation .....
slavery is primarily about HUMILITY.

slavery is NOT all about pain .....
slavery is all about BEING PRESENT.

slavery is NOT all about being used .....
slavery is about BEING OF USE.

slavery is NOT only about control .....
slavery is about LETTING GO.

slavery is NOT about your desires .....
slavery is about GIVING to others.

slavery is NOT about abuse .....
slavery is about ACCEPTANCE.

slavery is NOT about proving anything .....
slavery is about BEING REAL.

slavery is NOT about contempt .....
slavery is about RESPECT.

slavery is NOT about how you look .....
slavery is about how you CARE.

slavery is NOT about denying yourself .....
slavery is about BEING OPEN.

slavery is NOT all about punishment .....
slavery is about DISCIPLINE.

slavery is NOT about being unable to escape .....
slavery is about BEING COMMITTED.

slavery is NOT about submission .....
slavery is about OBEDIENCE.

slavery is NOT about fear .....
slavery is about TRUST.

slavery is NOT about Sex .....
slavery is about SERVING.