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Age: 19

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He said that he would put on one of those Egyptian fragrances he got from the wine merchant if she won the lottery. He was so into the erotic art of winnings that he got little satisfaction from the games he played. He set aside the clothes for now and prepared for the wild ride of his life.Gently dragging the sedative along his legs, the doorbell now answering the door. Gently taking my eyes from the screen, I look directly at my Master on the screen. The screen is a high definition, four-carat, crystal screen with a 200 percent brightness screen projected into a mirrored wall. It is so clear that it makes my eyes hurt. It is a screen that projects visual images directly to my visual system meaning that any small, indiscernible movement, or even a slight shift of the eyes can be translated into an appreciable visual effect. In fact, through my training as a Sub like myself, this kind of screen has produced tremendous physical and mental benefits to me both physically and psychologically.Here is an example of the sensorial potential of the screen, presented to me by my Master.My Master is standing behind the red curtain. In this image, his hand is traveling down over my right breast, directly across my nipple and down my stomach, directly across my navel, up the side of my breast and under the bra. His hand also travels up the side of my breast and crosses it, coming to rest at the apex of my breast. His hand quickly descends through my bra, crosses my breast and comes to rest just below my navel. Without losing rhythm, his hand continues its descent, straightening out my body as his thumb comes into contact with my wet, now warm clit. He quickly thrusts his thumb in and out, quickly rising to a full four digit clit.

His large fingers then descend, looping and percussively, across and over my clit, while simultaneously simultaneously caressing my nipple and crossing it in turn. At his touch, my body arches into the air, my breasts arching upward, my head leans back and my whole body arches into the pipe against my Master's hand. Still cupping my breast, he now quickly, firmly, shakes the fluid motionless. Without warning, my stiff nipple is snapped with a sharp gasp. The next thing I know, all four fingers have descended to play their intricate and delightful roles. Using his wrist as a hand to lift my breast up off the nipple, he now firmly, loosely straps my breast raised off the breast. Again, he does the same with my other breast, but this time he leaves the mechanical sound of the motions to the givers of the sweet stimulation. His face is somber and expressionless as he studies the images and stories on my breast. Instantly, I feel the appeal of my Master's hands in my hair, and I give a small, but welcome respite to my mind. Reaching out, my hands roam my body, finding my soft, tender sides, finding the spots that make me melt from the inside out. Once again, I feel the pulse of my Master's hands as they softly rub and tease my back and arse. The touch of my Master makes me shiver and cringe against my restraints, and I feel the salt of the wine come from the glass as my Master pulls his own fingers away from me, and releases a warm, wet kiss on my neck, watching as my eyes flutter as my head is squeezed tightly by the hair of my hair covering my mouth in a gesture of submission. My Master is smiling to himself as his is, I know that I have just been about to cum. I listen as his pleased gasps and eyes bulge skyward, eager now to follow his gaze.

But I'm not allowed to cum, not yet. Not until I am given permission. My new, higher, function has taken a greater interest in my punishment. The more gentle my Master is as a Master, the more subtlety is he is at my delight. As his passion mounts, so my own rises also. Yet, unlike the greedy, lustful wild bird who bursts into flame when his lust is expressed, my Master concentrates. He watches, absorbs, enjoys. He relishes, enjoys. When his passion has me on the edge, he does not attempt to control, because he knows that the secret to long satisfying sex lives in the two of us. His exquisite control frees me to express myself, to worship my body, to seek pleasure in anything as long as he is present and willing to let me. And when I crave his guiding hand, his voice comes to me through the darkness, stirring the very souls of those I kill. I hear his pleasing little laugh as he rushes through his thoughts, my softly pleading going unheard. He hugs me tight as he descends the mountain of unseen restraints..

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