Ravi's husband writes...

You asked me to write something about the effects Second Life have had on you & our relationship. I seldom see things superficially, even if I'm wrong. So--here goes!

You seem captivated by a sense of sexual self-discovery and self-realization which is a big part of living. Naturally, I was at first, and still remain to some degree, concerned about who you're interacting with. But, as I love you & as I feel your love for me, I can just try to balance my protective instinct with my faith in you.

You told me that you want to become a sexual submissive and even slave. Certainly, the novelty and abandonment both have thrilled and captivated you. I'm glad to see you thrilled and appreciate that, in part, your sexual experiences will lead to your gratification, not just in general, but in our relationship. No doubt our sex has been hot, deeply satisfying to me and even more to my liking, enabled me to satisfy you, in ways I've never experienced before.

So, ironically, by entering into a sexual dependency on your online Master, you've helped reengage our sexual excitement, after 9 years of marriage. This is enlivening & rekindles our youthful passion--that which makes us feel most alive.

There is alot of irony, though, since you're delving into a relationship which conceivably might fundamentally alter the state of our marriage and create priorities in your life beyond it. One irony is this: living beings strive to be free. At its root, freedom is the essence of life--something inert, like a stone, possesses no freedom--its history is determined completely by things outside itself and immutable properties within. But any living being, which moves, breathes & aspires, exercises its freedom--or tries to--at every step. Auden wrote (in his paean to WB Yeats) that we are 'almost convinced of our freedom.'

Since I love you--and you too are the love of my life--the fear of losing you to someone or something else is poised against the desire to see you free. You seem to be saying that you feel free, as a slave. That is if not a contradiction, at least a paradox. As your lover, I have to balance the actual loving of you, which is to help you to live your life as freely as you can, with the desire to both possess & protect you, which is also a basic instinct.

No amount of intelligence, or asperity, can affect the striking of these balances. We don't love solely with the rational mind, but also with an ineffable commitment, unique to the unfolding of our personal-time (or "world line," to borrow from physics) because we can only act 'now' & moment-to-moment--and love requires commitment.

So for now, I choose to observe my commitment to you quixotically--by still desiring to possess and protect you--but also, from the profound respect you've always commanded in me, from the time I met you--to permit you to 'let go,' a la Erika Jong. I will try to learn from you--what excites you, what you want--and hope I can be there with you as you seek the freedom & happiness which I want for you, every day of your life.

Collaring...(Jane)

Collaring...

My dream, to have Him
My dream, to know Him
My dream, to give myself to Him
My dream, to be part of the soul of a family
My dream, to explore deeper self
My dream, to have sisters, to complete
My dream, Has come true.......

don't love me (nikki)

Don't love me

Sure, I like it
You are always happy to see me
Make time for me
Notice the little things:
new haircut, new dress, sparkle in my eye
Happy for my success
Proud of me, even in my failure.

But no
Don't love me

Don't obligate me
Let me be selfish
Come to You when I wish
Not because You are waiting

Please
Don't love me

Let me run from man to man,
None of them important
None of them irreplaceable
If one isn't interested-
there's a thousand more

Oh, please
Don't love me

Don't make me want more than I can have
Or ask me for more than I can give
I need safety and security,
my children and my parents
security for the long run
That which You can't give

No
Don't love me

Take me
Fuck me
Use me
Shove Your cock down my throat for my pleasure
But don't hold me in Your arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Don't warm my soul and then send me home
Please
Don't love me

Let me yearn for You
Wish, hope, want
Let me fantasize and imagine
Stay steady, just beyond my grasp

But no
Don't love me
Look at me with cold, dispassionate eyes
Evaluate me
Assess me
Give me the truth

Want me, but no
Don't love me.
What happens if You do?
Then what?
We keep wanting more
More
More
At some point, there is no more
Then what?
We have to stop?

Oh please. Please.
Don't love me

waxing for Master (nikki)

decided to go take care of a little personal grooming since today was
a slightly less intense day... went to my favorite little vietnamese
salon. always a little erotic, but knowing that i'm going to share it
with you adding a whole new dimension...

started with eyebrow waxing. In a little room, lying on a contoured
table, my lower back supported. beautiful (but not very friendly,
kind of sturn actually) vietnamese woman hovering over me, gently
touching my face, smoothing my eyebrows. I try to relax as she brings
scissors close to my eyes, touching and trimming the longer hairs.
it's actually quite relaxing.

then it is time for the wax. she applies it with a little wooden
stick, like a tongue depressor... goes on HOT, on the edge of feeling
like it is burning me. then tightening. actually feels kind of nice
as it cools, like a hug. And then she takes a little piece of cloth
and pushes it into the wax rubbing. this feels good too. gentle
pressure.

but then... she has to rip the wax off! ooo, it hurts! a ripping,
burning feeling. can feel the spot where each root has been ripped
from the skin. and the pain lingers. she presses her hand down,
helps a little, but it is still intense. breathe into it. and she's
moving on to the next spot, coating with the hot wax, rubbing...

and then she is done and it is time to do the bikini area. i've been
shaving the lips, but the mound gets razor burn really easily, so I
prefer waxing. and I want to look pretty for you for Monday... i've
been letting it grow for about a week, it's long enough now.

I mention that it was lopsided last time and she says "it's better if
you take underwear off..." in her pidgen English. it's true, last
time she just pushed my panties to the side, my legs open in a diamond
shape... but now she wants me to spread myself, exposed.

I think of you, and how much you will enjoy me describing the whole
experience and I remove my panties.

but the description will have to wait... i'm typing with my thumbs and
I have run out of time...

Imagining you waiting to hear the rest… hard at work… thinking of me,
as I described… mmmm.

Sooo, where was I. Oh, yes, I had just removed my panties. So I take
them off, lie back down on the table, legs spread, feet together, open
(but not totally open, just a little open)…

She takes a handful of baby powder and rubs me with it, professional,
but still shocking to feel somebody touch me there… her hand warm and
firm, the flesh feeling springy under her touch. She touches the
mound, but also moves further down, applying powder to my lips, not
really spread, but slightly parted. I breathe into the experience,
recording each sensation and feeling in my mind.

I can see her examining me, looking at the length of the hairs,
deciding how to best apply the wax. She is business like, unsmiling.
Stern, yes. She turns away to get the first application of wax, and I
lie there, acutely aware of how exposed I am, what this must look
like. How close this is to my fantasy.

And then the hot wax is going on. She has one hand on my inner thigh,
holding the flesh away from the crease, the other applying the wax
right at the edge, where my leg goes into my crotch. Hot. Doesn't
feel quite as hot as on my face, but the warmth is seeping into me.
Again the warmth feels good – although the anticipation of the pain
makes it hard to enjoy. Then she is rubbing, pushing the cloth into
the wax with her fingers, creating a solid bond, getting ready to rip
it. Strange feeling, the rubbing. So intimate, so personal. My
whole body moving as she pushes into my crotch… hmmm, what does THAT
evoke????

And then the first rip. Ooooo. Even more painful than on my face.
Feels like the hairs are being ripped out of my uterus. Blinding red
pain. Breathe into it. Relax into it. Let it wash over me. Think
of it as a gift. She is holding her fingers to the spot she ripped,
applying pressure, soothing it. Again, a strange feeling to have her
fingers there, me open, exposed. Objectified. That's what it is, she
is professional, and I am just an object to be worked on, repaired,
perfected.

She is moving on. My thoughts and reactions unimportant to her, she
has a job to do. She applies wax to the whole right side, ripping it
off in small sections, going back to get stray hairs. Her hip presses
into my left leg, naked and bent, the knee close to her as she moves.
She puts her hand on my knee as she leans over to apply more wax,
concentrating on what she needs to do.

And then… then she is moving down the table, her hand is on me. And I
realize she is spreading me! Spreading my cheeks and looking.
Noticing those hairs I mentioned seeing in the mirror. And she is
applying wax next to my anus. She's ripping those hairs out. And
putting pressure where the hairs were for a moment until the pain
subsides. Incredible feeling of exposure. Intimacy. This thing that
I didn't even know about… and now she's examining the spot, finding
the hairs, and removing them. Painfully to boot.

I can imagine what she is seeing. My anus, pink, puckered. My labia.
She can see the opening of my vagina. I am holding myself open. And
she can touch me. Is touching me. I am thankful that I DIDN'T cum
before I left the office… I'm thinking about the idea of someone
being able to know how aroused this makes me, without me knowing they
know… visible arousal is not something women usually need to deal
with. That's part of my fantasy… but I can share more about that
later.

Back to what was going on there… She rapidly moves to complete the
task. Has examined and addressed my entire pubic area. She takes one
more look, then squirts oil on her hand and rubs it into the irritated
skin, holding one thigh open. Ooooo. I knew it was coming, that's
part of the process (she did it on my eyebrows too), but really!!

She says, "all done" and I look down to see my poor, red, tortured
skin. Close my legs, sit up. And get dressed.

Confession (nikki)

Confession

I like to be a good girl. To please my Master by following His
commands. Doing everything He has instructed me.

This is one of the core elements of our relationship. I love His
control and His guidance. I love how specific it is. No guess work
about what will make Him happy. Just very concrete tasks. Very
explicit. Very controlling. In fact, I love it so much, I beg Him
for more. Suggest new ways He can influence me.

So now there are a lot of ways I can please Him but also a lot of
ways I can fall short. There are so many little things I can do wrong
or fail to do. So many ways to fuck up!

The temptation to lie about my compliance is always there. So
many of the things He requires are things that are done outside
His physical control. How would He know if I broke the rules and
had a small piece of chocolate at my desk at work? If I used the
toilet without permission? If I had a quick e-mail exchange, behind
his back, with my friend Robert? If I put my panties on halfway
through the day, without telling him? How would He even know if
I had a little online fling with somebody else? I could "please"
Him, without actually having to change my behavior at all.

At the beginning, I would follow His instructions when it pleased me.
When I felt like it. I would sometimes go behind His back. Or tell
Him that of course I had performed a ritual for Him, when I hadn't.
Or be in IM with someone else when I was frustrated that our
conversationwas slow or He was talking about something that
didn't interest me much.

In short, I behaved the way I have always behaved. Using small
untruths to smooth over conflict. Lying in the hopes my false answers
would be more pleasing than the truth. Giving what I thought the
other wanted, rather than what I was able to give.

When I was a child, this was the most successful strategy with my
controlling but detached parents. And it was also a successful
strategy at work. I never lied out of malice, or with the intent of
hurting somebody else. But I would regularly lie to make others
happy. Or at least to do what I thought would make others happy.
Exaggerate a story for effect. Tell someone what I thought they
wanted to hear. Flatter.

Master caught me a couple of times. He'd punish me. Gag me so I
couldn't tell any more lies. Or, once, in Second Life, stage a "virtual"
public beating; humiliating me and forcing me to look at the impact of
my behavior.

But it was driving a wedge between us. He needed to know the truth.
He needed to know that I was not holding anything back. And He needed
me to know that He loved the truth of me, not just the image I wanted
to project. That He loved my failures, not just my successes. He
loved my efforts and my contrition. He owned all of it.

So He needed to know about every failure. Every lapse. Every
misstep. Every omission. Every impulsive act. Every struggle.

Sometimes I am able to share those in the moment. To say, "Oh Master.
This is hard for me." or "Oh, Master, I made a mistake. I forgot.
I neglected to give You Your due. I failed."

But more often, I fail quietly. And then it is awkward to bring it
back up. The moment never seems right to tell Him that I have
disappointed Him. I don't want to have to tell Him at all.

So Master instituted daily confession. This is a structured time. A
moment of our day where we step back and I share all of the ways I
have fallen short. I tell Him the complete and unvarnished truth.
Even my temptations. I share my feelings. What I was thinking in the
moment. What led to the failure, and how I coped with it. My fears
about His reaction. And my hopes. I share it all with Him. Hand it
over to Him. And beg Him for absolution.

Sometimes He makes me do penance. Has me redo the task, or do a
harder one. Sometimes He gives me some pain to help me focus away
from my failure and towards something I can give Him. Sometimes He
just gives me absolution right there. Sometimes He asks me to help
Him to identify the right penance and to participate in meting it out.
Sometimes He just gives it to me.

I always feel better afterwards. Clean. Refreshed.

He knows I want to do better. He knows I strive to obey Him in all
things. So He accepts my weakness as human. Takes it into Him. Owns
it. Owns me.

My confession makes us closer. More intimate. It tightens our bond.
And it gives Him lots of information about how to better guide me, how
to be a more thoughtful and considerate Master.

It also just turns both of us on.

Finally, (Canary)

Finally after two years.
Paths never quite crossing.

Finally after two Masters.
We meet face-to-face.

Finally quashing the silly dance between us.
Our pasts helping us learn and grow.

Finally you give me your aspirations.
And I hope to please every desire.

Finally you smile down upon me.
And I feel your warmth.

Finally gaining wonderful sisters.
Hoping to make them very happy.

Finally wearing your collar.
A snug reminder around my neck.

Finally at your feet.
And it feels like home.

Story (Michelle)

He groaned deep in his throat, crushing her against his body and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She melted into his embrace; her breath becoming his and his breath becoming hers. Her head was swimming from the passion of his kisses and gave everything she had inside of her to him; letting him do what he will.

She was so lost in the intensity of their kiss, that she did not notice his hand slide down from the back of her head and gently cup her breast. He measured the weight of the soft flesh in his hand for a moment before squeezing it to get her attention. A loud gasp escaped from her throat as she pulled her lips away from him. Her eyes glazed over in passion, as she looked down into his. A lopsided smirk graced his lips as he squeezed her breast again.

"Whose breast is this?" he asked hoarsely as he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Your's, Master," she whispered brokenly.

He pinched her nipple between his two fingers, pulling on it gently. "Whose is it?" he asked again.

She practically cried out as he pinched harder, "Your's, Master."

Twisting and tugging at her nipple until it was pointing out proudly, he smiled to himself again.

He leaned forward slightly, his nose burying in her lavender scented hair. Breathing deeply, he savored the scent of her hair; one of his favorite smells. Then he whispered hotly in her ear, "It is mine, isn't it baby? Mine to play with whenever I want?"

"Yes, Master," she gasped again.

She felt the heat from his hand travel down her body and pooling in liquid heat between her legs. As much as she wanted to squeeze her legs together, she resisted knowing that her Master would notice such movements.

Without much warning, he released his grip on her breast and placed his hands on her hips, turning her gently until she was straddling his hips. His thumbs gently stroked the soft skin of her thighs as he looked up at her, contemplating what he was going to do to her next.

She waited with baited breath as she felt his large warm hands on her thighs. His slow motions worked their way lazily until he was massaging the top of her bare mound. She shuttered, remembering how methodical she had been in her grooming. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to notice how clean and smooth she was. Her breath caught in her throat as one of his hands moved lower yet. His thumbs were lightly stroking over her downy smooth pussy lips before allowing one finger to graze her sensitive swollen clit. The rest of his fingers wound their way around her whole pussy. Cupping it in his hand, he squeezed his hand, pressing his thumb harder against her clit. She could not control the long moan that escaped from her parted lips.

"And this is my pussy too. Isn't it, my slave?" He encouraged her as he squeezed his hand again, feeling the moisture against his palm.

"Ahhh! Yes, Master!" she cried out as he slipped a single finger passed her lips and into her molten core.

Her body was on fire; all she was aware of was his long finger inside her tight wet pussy. He tested her wetness, collecting the moisture on his finger. She was more than ready for him, but he would not let his thoughts drift down in that direction just yet. He wanted her to beg for it. She contracted her muscles squeezing his finger deep inside her; when he slowly started to pull the finger out.

He chuckled softly at her reluctance to let him go as he lifted his wet finger to her lips. Pressing it against her lips, he encouraged her to take it into her mouth, to taste herself on his finger. More than happy to obey she parted her lips, sucking the finger into her mouth. Sucking and licking his finger clean, she felt his hardness pressing against her inner thigh.

As discreetly as she could, she wiggled her hips slightly, pressing against his growing bulge a little more.

He raised his free hand up to her breast again, giving it a little squeeze.

"Soon, love, soon," he whispered as he watched his finger disappear into her mouth again. "I bet you would like something bigger in your mouth. Wouldn't you, baby?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathlessly when he pulled his finger out of her mouth.

"On your knees," he ordered softly.

She slid down his body until she was kneeling between his parted legs. Watching with wide eyes and her red lips parted, as he unbuttoned his shirt and throw it to one side. His hand then traveled downward, undoing his buckle and unzipping his pants. Her eyes became transfixed on his big beautiful cock the second he pulled it out of his pants.

He could clearly see the hunger in his eyes, while he lounged back in his chair, lightly stroking his cock. He was teasing her and he knew it; he knew how much she wanted this.

"Come love, and taste your Master's cock."

In an instant she was leaning forward, bracing her bound wrists on the front of the chair, her tongue coming out to flick across the tip of his cock. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking every so gently, as he pushed her hair back from her face. He twisted the lush brown hair around his hand, guiding her motions, showing her exactly how he wanted to be sucked.

Following his lead, she sucked and licked his cock. Moving her head down to take more of him into her mouth before rising up again. Down and up, down and up, setting a slow pace as she pulled her cheeks in to suck harder on his growing cock. She loved having his cock in her mouth, feeling him swell against her tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip.

He groaned low in his throat as he felt his cock begin to pulse in her mouth. Tightening the grip in her hair, he pushed her down all the way, thrusting his cock into the back of her throat, cutting off her air. He held her there for a moment, feeling her throat convulse around his hard cock. Using her hair as leverage, he pulled her up off for a brief moment to let her catch her breath before forcing her head back down.

Completely helpless to do anything but suck, she tried to loosen her throat as much as she could as he thrust in and out of her throat.

Lost in his own passion, he started to mutter as his hips bucked off the chair. "You like that, baby?" His voice was deep and husky. "Your Master's cock in your mouth, his hand in your hair? Choking on his big thick cock? Fucking your face, like he wants to fuck your pussy. You want your Master's cock in your pussy, don't you, my slave?"

His words washed over her and all she could do to respond was to moan loudly around his cock. Even with such a subtle hint, he got his answer and after a few more hard strokes, he pulled her head off his cock.

Closing her eyes, she gasped for air and raised her bound wrists to wipe the drool off her chin. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest and her feelings were everywhere. However, nothing could stop that slow ache that was building in the pit of her stomach.

Strong arms then enveloped her and lifted her off of her aching knees. Her eyes snapped opened and she looked up at her Master's face, but only could get a glimpse before being gently laid on the bed. She turned her head to one side, watching him move his long graceful form over to the small table on the side of the bed. Grasping the box with her name on it he came back down to the end of the bed. Placing the box down by her feet, he took a step back to admire her.

Her bound wrists over her head lulled to one side, her dark brown hair spread out over the cream colored sheets, her lush red lips slightly parted, and her dark eyes smoldering with lust. His gaze then traveled down her slender neck, admiring the way his collar fit so perfectly. Then down her shoulders, until his eyes fixed on her round breasts, nipples hard, as they rose and fell with each of her ragged breathes. His eyes then found her visibly wet pussy between her creamy white thighs.

With a low growl he knelt down on the bed, and lowered his head between her legs. A shudder ran down her spine when he blew cool air against her hot engorged clit. Pushing her thighs open more, he used two fingers on his right hand to spread her labia and expose her clit more. He ran the flat of his tongue over the entire length of her pussy, pausing at the top to lick her clit.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight, when his tongue came in contact with her clit. Panting heavily, she felt the wet heat in her pussy grow and ooze. His tongue was merciless on her clit, sucking, licking, flicking it. When he got it hard and throbbing, he reached with one hand and took it between his two fingers. He rolled it gently and the fingers on his other hand were stroking her soaking wet lips. With all the will she could muster, she tried not to buck her hips up, when he started pinching her clit.

"Breath, my slave," he whispered gently as he stroked her thigh. "Take the pain and the pleasure as I pinch your little clit."

She took several long deep breaths between moans as he pinched harder. Then suddenly he was gone, the pressure on her clit eased up until all she felt was an empty throbbing. Opening her eyes to see where her Master had gone, she saw him leaning over her box.

"Master?" she whispered hoarsely.

He looked up at her with an evil glint in his eye and pressed his finger to his lips. She settled back down, still wondering what he could be up to.

His grinning face came back into her field of vision when he leaned over her. Kissing her forehead, her nose, each eye, he traveled down before taking her lips into a sweet kiss. This was enough to distract her from what he had taken out of her box and where his hands could possibly be. She felt something cold squeeze one of her nipples and then the other. It wasn't until he pulled his head away did she realize that he had attached her nipple clamps snuggly. With an evil grin, he gave the chain that connected the clamps a little tug, causing a moan to rip from her throat.

"That's a good girl. You look so pretty with your nipple jewelry." He leaned down and kissed her again. "Get on your hands and knees, baby," he urged her.

She slowly rose up and rolled over. Leaning on her bound wrists, she spread her legs, her hot pussy hanging open in the cool air of the room. He positioned himself behind her, leaning over her and gave her clamps another little tug.

His warm large hands started gently stroking her round upturned ass. A loud resounding slap was delivered to her right cheek and then the left. She moaned loudly as he stroked her hot opening with one of his fingers as he slipped it inside of her. After several long thrusts of his finger, he added a second, scissoring her tight opening. She leaned her head down on her forearms, and bit her lower lip.

He leaned over to her box again, and pulled out the lube and anal plug inside. Taking his wet fingers out of her pussy, he pressed them against her asshole as his other hand caressed her butt to help her relax.

"Let me in, love," he whispered as he pushed the one wet finger and then the other into her tight asshole.

Popping the top off the lube, he poured a little bit on his fingers as he slowly worked them in and out of her. She felt so full with his fingers up her ass and then a gapping emptiness when he pulled them out. More cool lube was poured on her asshole, before he started pushing the plug into her. He did not stop until the whole toy was up inside of her and the flared base pressed against her butt cheeks.

"So pretty," he cooed as leaned forward and unclamped her nipples. He gently rubbed the feeling back into them. "Are you ready, my slave?"

"Yes, Master," she breathed heavily. Her ass was so full and her nipples aching.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded as he positioned himself at her hot wet opening.

"I want your cock in my pussy, Master," she gasped out as he pushed the head into her cunt.

Teasingly, he pulled it out again. "Want more?" he taunted her.

"Yes, Master! Please!" she begged, trying to move her hips back.

He held her hips in place so she couldn't move. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me, Master. I want your cock so bad," she pleaded.

With a wide grin, he was more than happy to comply. Rubbing the tip against her opening getting it nice and wet, before he pushed it inside her pussy. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her hot cunt. Pushing in a little more, then out and in a little more with each thrust of his hips until he was completely buried inside of her.

They moaned together at the feeling of being so deeply connected. Ever so slowly, he pulled out of her almost completely before pushing back in, setting a slow teasing pace. His hands gripped her hips, pushing her back against him as he thrust. Slowly he started to pick up speed, moving fast and harder in and out of her.

He ground himself against her. "You like that, slave? You like the way your Master fucks you?" he asked, smacking her ass again.

"Yes Master!" she moaned loudly.

This encouraged him more picked up the pace. Thrusting and grinding, fucking his little slave. She loved the feeling of his hot hard cock inside of her, using her, fucking her the way he wanted.

"Are you my little whore? My little bitch?" he demanded loudly, as he slowed a bit to give her the chance to answer.

"Yes Master," she answered quietly between moans.

"Louder!" He gripped the end of her butt plug and gave it a twist.

"Yes Master!" she cried out.

They moaned and grunted together as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy. Just as he felt her reaching her peak, he pulled out completely.

She moaned in protest, wondering why he was stopping. This only lasted for a moment, until he pulled on her butt plug. He pulled it almost out but then back in. As he started to slowly fuck her with the toy, he massaged a good amount of lubricant mixed with her pussy juice on his cock. He dripped a little bit more on her asshole after he pulled the plug out.

Gripping her ass cheeks hard in each of his hands he spread them apart and pressed the head of his cock against her gapping opening.

"Ready for me to fuck your ass, my little slave?"

"Yes Master," she groaned out.

He pushed forward slowly at a constant pressure until he was buried completely in her ass. He groaned loudly, feeling her muscles close tightly around him. She screamed out in pleasure as he fucked her harder and faster. Her asshole burned and stretched to accommodate his huge throbbing member.

She felt so good around him and he felt his climax approaching. He reached around her and pressed his thumb against her clit.

"Gonna shoot hot white cum deep in your ass, baby," he grunted as he bucked his hips faster. "Cum with me, love."

She bit down hard on her lower lip, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her. His orgasm echoed hers as he shot loads of hot cum into her ass. Thrusting his hips a couple more time to make sure his cum was buried deep inside her.

He fell over on the side of the bed and pulled her trembling form into his arms.

"My wonderful little slave," he whispered against her hair as she nuzzled her nose into his neck.

"Oh, Master," she sighed softly.

He pressed her fully against his side, holding her tight and close. Leaning over he softly kissed her forehead.