After spending time with Master, i retook the BDSM test. There’s even less gray than before:
Your test score for each archetype is displayed below:
As Your owned vessel, i hope my submission forever honors Your dominance, Master 🙏
she submits to Your will,
To serve all Your needs.
she turns into Your tool,
Yours to use as fit.
she gives herself to You,
her reason to be.
Surrendered into You,
A slave to behold
of Your magnificence,
Your ecstasy vessel
Icon of Your very soul
As i wait for You, Your exhibitionist slave cunt aches for this, Master!
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She did as he asked
“Stand up and come closer to me”
It was a bar after all, how much closer could she come to him
People where in there
But he owned the bar
She eased herself down from her barstool
And stood by him
At first their eyes met
And she melted
Then she felt his hands on her hips
Pulling her dress up
Exposing her thighs to whoever could see
And then he did it
Actually inserted his thick finger into her
Sliding his finger in and out of her
Now very wet pussy
Lingering for a while as he fondled her G-spot
Then he pulled her close
Time for me to fuck you
He slowly withdrew his finger
As her legs quivered
Straightened her dress
And told her to go to the back room
And wait for him
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Master and i were both in the mood to write this morning. my contribution follows His:
I would pick you up on a sunny, warm and crisp spring day. The kind of day you don’t want to wear a bra, so you don’t! You are dressed attractively – but I notice everything you have on is easy-access attire. I am in a short sleeved button-down shirt with shorts and sandals. We embrace while french kissing in the car, tongues entwined. My hand brushes across your nipples while my other hand is tugging on your hair, pulling your head and mouth up so I can tongue you deeper. A neighbor comes out of their house…time to roll. I know of an unoccupied building on Impala, not far away. It is built of rough brick, and of course the back of the building is concealed from view. I have brought a bottle of wine and two opaque plastic cups and two glasses. When we get out of the car, I pour you a glass and we just talk while lightly fondling each other. You’ve noticed the brick and you know exactly why we’re there. I open the door, motioning to you to follow me. Once at the brick wall, I position you, facing me, back against the rough wall. Again we kiss, while my thigh and knee spread your legs, inching up to your pussy. “hump my leg”, I say…and you do, slow at first but faster as you feel your wetness begin to build. It takes just minutes that seem like hours…you’re moaning now…I’m whispering in your ear…”cum for me…fuck my leg.” my bare leg pressing against your clit can feel the moisture now….finally you crescendo! We both straighten up a bit while embracing. Back in the car now after our 15 minute interlude, and on our way to the Northside Grill for a late lunch. We feed each other calamari while sipping on a drink. After a nice, leisurely lunch, we drive to Bryan Park, getting out with plastic cups half-filled with wine, and a camera. The azaleas are in full bloom, resplendent with color. It’s a weekday. Very few people are in the park. We find an isolated yet sunny spot amid the flowers. I direct you to unbutton your top and stand amongst the azaleas, exposing your breasts for the camera. What a beautiful shot! Once again, I begin to harden…so erotic, sensual. Just a few shots, the rest fully dressed but with nipples pressing against your top’s fabric. The colors around you highlight your hair – a perfect complement. You take a few of me too, same spot, same poses, my shirt unbuttoned for one picture as well. We have time for one more stop! Where will it be?
From the moment W/we see one another, Your dominance floods my body, mind and spirit. Did You know how i had already surrendered to You even before that first kiss in the car? Your body language, devoured by Your eyes upon sight, the heat of Your touch as fingers claimed hair, breath tinged with mint, skin smooth– yet pheromonal. Happy prey i was, cunt already betraying submission, dripping.
Did i care about the neighbor who relished O/our show in the car? No– Your electric touches and tastes shot me into slave space, owned cunt swollen for You, Master. As W/we escape to O/our next stop, i gaze at You, mesmerized by Your power over me. Silently, i meditate as You drive, “Master, please hurry, Masterpleasehurry, Masterpleasehurry, Masterpleasehurry… until i open my eyes and see the brick wall. Even hypnotized, slave Tasha’s aware of her imminent capture as Your hand encircles my throat, “Follow Me, my slut. It’s time.”
Dizzied slave, shoved against textured scarlet brick, legs splayed open to do Your will, i comply with Your commands. Sounds of the day disappear, people vanish, left only with taste and tactile urges as the sliver of deep ochre silk saturates with arousal. Mindless humping… Mastermastermastermaster… feeling Your hard, sopping clit, finally freed as You murmur, “Cum for me!” Spasms of thundering release leave puddles of cum for Your witness, thong blasted to earth by possessed pussy. Fifteen minutes passed blissfully, feeling more like hours, as You poured me back into the car.
If You take me back to the Northside Grill next trip, i hope to remember the calamari You fed me this time as Proust remembered his childhood madeleine. My only taste is for You, spirit still swirling in slave space as W/we chat and savor wine. Was it Chardonnay? Still aching to serve You, i glance under the table, but You shake Your head no. Time will come for that, just not at midday lunch. i pout momentarily, snapping out of cunt-controlled nirvana, reminded as You forcefully tug my ponytail, “your place, Tasha,” You reprimand. i remember and trance backward to obedience.
The azaleas at Bryan Park were lovely as You photographed me… sating that desire with Your supplicant model. Trusting You as W/we had begun in the fall, i released whatever clothes You commanded, striking poses for You. Purple explosions complimenting milky breasts and red tresses, peaking seductively and aching to please. Tasha photographed you too, light chest hair freed by May breezes. You beamed, content in the love, trust and taste of Your creation, Tasha.
Comfortably reclined in the front seat, i opened my eyes, physically roused from Your space. i know You had another stop planned, but all i glimpsed were the steely pair of cuffs hanging from the rearview mirror and Your bulging cock straining to escape Your shorts. “Master, would it please You to allow me worship You?”, as O/our eyes locked. In a single motion, You lowered my head to meet Your spasming member as Your shorts slipped downward to ankles…
“Are you wearing My collar?”
Anxiously waiting for roommates to leave for a family cookout, it had slipped my mind. Usually, i wear it whenever i’m in my room whether or not anyone’s home, with Your permission of course.
i purred, “Let me get it on.” Attaching the last velcro strap and centering the D rings, Tasha manifests. In that low murmur You love, “Yes, Master? How may i please You?”
“Clamps on, spank your breasts!”, i hungrily obey Your leonine instructions, eagerly offering myself as prey to your swelling desire. Crying out, i hear, “With a wooden spoon more, my slut!” Entranced i submit, unaware of how many strikes i had inflicted, only craving more. “STOP!”, You bark.
Your sadism is hardly limited to the searing pain You grant– You know i am close to Your edge, cruelly You torment slave flesh and make me beg… “Dildo on and in My cunt!” Feverishly i slam in, out– in Your place. my desperate pleas finally answered, O/our river of cum bursts overflowing Your dirty cunt, rushing like the rapids W/we shared during my visit. Awash in the swirling wetness, i am lost and drowning in the sound of Your heady growls, longing only to do Your will, Master.
Now on my knees, Your butt plug slams the hole You possess, an addiction You’ve fed since O/our time together. Orgasm after orgasm granted, offered in passionate frenzy and need to please You. Breathlessly i murmur, “It’s different now isn’t it? You know i need more, don’t you Master?”
You answer, “Yes Tasha, W/we both do. There’s time. Do you love me or is it lust?”
That ‘i love You’, followed without a beat, came from a place so deep in my soul– a level that W/we hadn’t exposed until that moment. Yes, the lust is there, but is only a single element reflected in the myriad levels we share. It is an addiction, but the love honors a commitment W/we share, strengthened by O/our time together.
Further You pondered, “Was that Tasha or you answering, baby?”
“It was both of us, Master. we are one now.” i didn’t speak it privately to You then, but i feel a complete integration of Tasha and me into a single unit. Yours. Marks wherever You decide, are tangible physical reminders of U/us that help me cope while W/we are apart. Thank you for today and every day, Master!