“Serve my pleasure while I eat, slave,” I commanded her.
It took only a moment to feel her small hands gently taking my cock out of my pants and then her warm wet tongue against the head of my cock. Instantly, I was hard again as she licked and suckled on me. It was done lovingly, longingly and passionately, I thought. As I begin to eat my meal, which was tasty and spiced just right, Keri’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock while her lips lightly sucked on me.
It was pleasant to have a girl serving your pleasure in such a manner. In its primacy, domination/submission is the basic genetic disposition between a woman and a man. Modern society may demand political correctness, sexual sensitivity and a lack of difference between the two sexes, but this is not according to the order of nature. It is only as a total and completely abject slave at a man’s feet that a female can ever completely be a woman. It is only with a woman serving and docile that a man can fully be a man, completely able and free to exercise his strength and dominance.
Few males understood this. Most males were satisfied to act eager to please a woman, acting as if she was the same as he, accommodating and compromising to her every whim, and then acting as if he was the soul of a modern man. And then they had bleeding ulcers by the time they were thirty, heart attacks by the time they were forty, and then were laid up crippled by the time they were seventy and all they could do is look back and ask: “was that my life?” It takes strength to be a man, true strength, not the strength that is so ingrained into boys’ heads from such a young age.
There were many males, but few men, I feared.
Keri picked up her tempo and as I ate, I could feel her quickening the pace, with sucking and slurping sounds as her lips lightly stroked my cock.Yes, I thought to myself,it was truly pleasant to feel a woman serving my sexual pleasure while I ate.
“Do not make me cum,” I commanded her between bites. She whimpered and moaned but slowed down her pace, seemingly against her will. I smiled at this for she was a slave and serving me was a sexual experience for her. Over the aroma of the food there was the lingeringly heavy scent of her sex, hanging in the air, beckoning me, adding to my stimulation.
My cock was rock hard as she knelt even lower and flicked her tongue underneath the head of my cock and then licked my piss hole. She swiftly deep throated me and I could feel me at the back of her throat. I couldn’t help moaning in pleasure and lifting my hips off of the chair, nearly choking on my food.Wily slave!
She sucked on my length and I felt her tongue tickling my balls and lapping at them, before her lips glided up the length and she swirled her tongue around my head. I was aching for release now. I could feel my balls tightening up and my cum brimming to the surface. She moaned and shuddered when she tasted my precum, leak from my piss hole.
“Enough,” I said and she whimpered as she removed my rock hard cock from her mouth and got out from beneath the table. I regarded her and saw that she was breathing heavily, her eyes shining with sexual anticipation and her pussy juices leaking from her sex. I grinned mischievously.
I cut a piece of meat from my plate and handed it down to her mouth. “Feed,” I commanded, and thus she fed from my hand. She was completely dependent on her for everything from food to clothing to using the bathroom. Keri was my complete and abject slave. I wondered if she understood this better.
“Thank you for feeding your slave, daddy,” she whispered when she was done eating. She knelt back on her heels in the position that I had taught her, expectantly, waiting to be commanded.
“Now it’s time for desert,” I said as I swiftly rose and grabbed her hair and lifted her to her feet.
“Master!” she yelped as she felt me throwing her over the corner kitchen table. I took her hands and used the cord around her waist to tie her hands behind her back. Her trim legs were stretched and she stood on her tip toes.
“Silence!” I commanded and slapped a reddened, bruised ass cheek. She jumped at the pain but went silent, afraid to arouse my anger again.
Roughly, I kicked her legs apart and used my thumbs to spread her ass cheeks before slamming my cock into her puckered and reddened asshole. Her teeth were gritted and she growled in pain as I drove into her ass without lubrication or preparation. Her tight sphincter tightened down on my cock and I nearly yelled in pleasure at the feeling of her hot tightness.
Holding her hands behind her back I fucked her hard and fast, driving my cock into her. Hard and long did I use her ass, slamming into her, raping her.
“Master,” she whimpered as I silently used her. “Master.”
Finally with a shout of sexual pleasure I unloaded my cum into her, filling her bowels with my hot seed and then pushed all the way into her. I spread my cum inside her with my cock as she laid on the table quietly whimpering with her eyes still shut and her teeth clenched. Tears ran down her cheek.
I removed myself from her and slapped her ass.
“Mercy, master,” she begged but yelped again when I pulled her off the table and she tumbled to the ground before me.
“Clean me off, slave,” I commanded and fearing punishment, she was quickly licking and sucking my cock, tasting her ass and my cum on me. Using her tongue, Keri expertly cleaned me up and slurped and swallowed all that was there.
“Now clean up the kitchen.” She was sobbing as I walked away without another word.
I was just finishing up cleaning and lubricating my Glock when I saw her crawling into the family room, her head down. I ignored her as she knelt before me. Silently she waited for me to acknowledge her presence. It was only when I was done reassembling the Glock, inspecting the barrel for hairline cracks and slipping the slide and then the slide onto the frame, pulling the slide back and locking the chamber open, slamming a full magazine into the well, releasing the slide and chambering a round, that I acknowledged her. I saw her jump slightly when the slide slammed home on a round. Silently I looked to her.
“Master, your slave is done cleaning up the kitchen,” she whispered. “I wait to be commanded by my master.”
“Go upstairs and clean your slave filth up,” I said. “Return to me and be prepared to serve your master’s pleasure.”
“May your slave relieve herself, master?” she asked in a quiet meek voice.
“No,” I replied simply.
I heard her sob and whimper but paid her no mind as I locked my pistol up and watched her out of the corner of my eye as she slipped away, slinking up the stairs, careful to never rise above her knees. I turned on the television and found the news as I heard the shower coming on.
It took nearly an hour for her to return, but I was left breathless as she crawled down the stairs to me. She was dressed seductively to please, specifically to gain favor. I smiled at myself when I saw this. Again, I could feel my cock stirring as desire rose within me. How could a man with a girl such as this not be aroused simply by seeing her approach? One who is not a master could never know the full pleasures of a woman.
“Stand,” I commanded her and she rose slowly, seductively, sensuously to her feet and stood as I had taught her. Her weight rested on her right foot and her left knees was slightly flexed but her body was loose and resilient. Her palms were forward, baring their sensitivity to me, wrists still held by the cord to her belly that I had tied to her as a sign of her bondage. Her dark hair was swept over her left shoulder and her eyes were downcast. She wore black lace stockings and pumps with four-inch heels, which accentuated her calf muscles, which were strong from exercise to begin with. She was naked beyond that and her collar. Her lips were coated with a dark red lipstick and her cheeks bore a light coating of blush which highlighted her high cheekbones and added to her bronzed complexion. There was black mascara around her eyes bringing out the blueness there. Keri was careful to keep her eyes downcast, not regarding me directly, mindful to be obedient to the restrictions I placed on her.
Yes, I thought to myself, she was very beautiful. My heart pounded in my chest and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I was a lucky man who knew my masculinity and did not buy into the Great Lie that we were all equal. Damn the man who believes the lie even when the truth stared into his eyes! How could a man call a woman such as this equal? How could a man who sees a woman, vulnerable, needful, sensuous and soft truly think that they were the same? I was a man and she was a woman, and she would be mine. Fully. Completely. Without compromise. Without conditions.
With a finger pointed at the ground silently, she knelt again, rocking back on her heels in the way that she had grown used to.
“Go into the kitchen and fetch a bowl.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered and crawled away, returning a moment later to me.
“Kneel over the bowl and relieve yourself as an owned woman,” I commanded her and miserably she did so, bared to me, open and vulnerable, degraded. There could be no doubt that she was owned. Keri sobbed lightly as she pissed in the bowl, some splashing up to her inner thighs.
When she was done, I did not release her from her position, making her stay there with her wet pussy in the open, waiting for me to command her.
“Look at me slave.” She slowly brought her eyes to mine. They were miserable, shamed, humiliated, owned. I wondered if se truly knew that she was an owned woman until this day. “You belong to me in all respects. Your beauty will not buy you anything except stricter discipline. Your love will only purchase you more abject bondage. Do not think that you will have your way. You will have my way, the only way. Are we clear?”
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