morwyn{Myrddin}
12-13-2009, 05:50 PM
This was a story written for my Master as a consequesnce of reading another story and enjoying myself a little more than i should lol. Had to gunt through my emails to find it as was lost when the server went down, but am reposting it for His pleasure. Please enjoy, this was my first attempt!
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The girl walks tentitively towards the door that leads to the room He is sitting in, pausing in the doorway she drinks in the sight before her, inhaling it as though it contains the essence of life itself. It is an ordinary study, nothing special about the room itself till her eyes go to the very centre of the room where He sits.
The chair He sits in is an old style armchair, it looks as though it had once graced the librarys of aristocracy, but now is at home and has the marks of comfort, though when she looks at Him all comfort leaves her and she inhales as though knowing it were the last time she was to take a breath.
He notices the breath, as He notices everything, and looking up from the book He is feigning reading, He acknowledges her presence with His eyes, and one word.......
"morwyn"
As though a strong gust of wind were hitting her her knees tremble, calves quiver and she does the only thing she is capable of doing at this moment. His eyes alone drop her eyes, and His voice drops her mind. Sinking to the ground her knees find a home on His carpet and she crawls to His feet. Reaching them she kisses them both, right first, then left, always it is the right first. Soft, feathery kisses before laying her face against His right foot, on her knees, buttocks in the air.
Looking down He finds pleasure in the sight of His little one, dressed so demurely in a blouse and skirt, but only he knows the lack of panties covering her buttocks, and only he knows the way her pendulous breasts hang when she is in this position and wearing no brassiere only makes them hang more appealingly. He notices the quivering, the slight tremor through her body, and only He knows that from the moment she even thought about being before Him that the moisture would have started to gather in the folds of her secret place. He alone knows the throbbing that she is feeling, and in that he is pleased. Reaching a hand down to stroke her hair He says one word again.........
"stand"
she rises gracefully, though He notices that the tremor is still evident. she stands before Him, legs apart, hands clasped together behind her back, breasts thrust out invitingly, head high, eyes lowered. as He rakes His eyes over that which He posesses her cheeks flush wih colour. He alone knows the thoughts going through her mind as she feels His eyes, and He chuckles which only makes her flush more.
"turn"
instant response again to His one word, for she does not hesitate in her obedience to Him, in some ways she is temporarily glad of the reprieve from His eyes, though only temporarily! Knowing His requirements she raises the back of her skirt that He may view her buttocks, hoping He does not notice any moisture that may have found its way from between the lips of her pussy. she feels Him rising behind her and feels His hand on her upper back giving a light push, to which she bends at the waist giving Him full and open access to her most secret places. Anchoring herself on a bookshelf He has in the room she is flooded with trembling anticipation. she wonders to herself what He will do, and whether she will be able to endure, to satisfy, to please.
He whispers loud enough for her ears alone........"Who's whore are you morwyn"
A strangled moan as she says the words that echo through her heart constantly anyway, giving voice to the four words that contain her life......"i am Yours Master" she sighs after saying them as though the relief of acknowledging them were large.
He chuckles again, running his hand over her buttocks, feeling the curve, the softness of her flanks, inviting of His hand.
she knows what is coming
His hand pulls back and lands solidly on her left buttock. It is such a hard landing, for He feels no need to ease her in to His touch. Then the same treatment to the right buttock. He smiles as His girl appears to yelp after each strike. He strokes both afterwards, trailing His fingertips, letting His nails graze across the skin, noting with pleasure the red imprint already starting to flush her cheeks, each finger marked perfectly.
"Thank You Master" she says softly, and parts her legs more as though inviting His hand to take more liberties.
2 more strikes in quick sucession, no hand cupping to have less impact, but full palm strikes for maximum effect. No yelping this time, but He hears a muffled moan before she thanks Him again. her Master feels His cock rising more than it had previously, and the sight of her buttocks thrust so invitingly is almost too much to resist. He does not bother to remove his pants, but rather opens his fly and removes His cock. He does not delay but thrusts His cock uncerimoniously into His little whores cunt, as is His right to do so. One thrust and He is to the hilt, but though it is warm, wet and inviting inside her He does not remain there, as He knows that to truely take a journey He must not be in a hurry to reach the destination! He pulls out just as abruptly as He entered, and she moans and thrusts herself toward Him as though attempting to impale herself on Him.
"Hungry little slut aren't you morwyn" He says as He walks around to present His cock to her mouth. she can barely get the words "yes Master" out before cleaning his cock of her juices with her tounge. Once He is suitably cleaned he notices her lips widening and mouth opening as though trying to swallow His cock whole. "Not yet My little whore", and with those words He pulls away from her mouth, not wanting to let her know how much at that moment he wished to just thrust into her willing mouth and use it, but He knows that that time will come. "yes Master, for Your pleasure Master" she says raggedly.
her Master sits back in his chair, closing His pants before he does so, easing His hardness back into place, and once again commands her to kneel before Him. she does so immediately and He parts His legs to move her before Him between his thighs, which close on her, imprisoning her. Once agin she holds her head high, for she is proud of the fact that He Owns her, though her eyes are still down. He reaches out and undoes the buttons of her blouse, noting the way her nipples are thrust out to hard points. Taking the weight of a breast in each hand He uses His fingers to grip each nipple and pinch it hard. He cannot help Himself but makes a small growl in the back of his throat. His little one, hearing it is relieved, for she knows she is pleasing Him, and she is desperate to do so more. she pushes her breasts harder into His hand, twisting into His fingers, increasing the pain. she then raises her eyes, to stare into His, allowing him to see in them the pain He is causing her, allowing Him access to the depths of her soul and in that moment surrendering the last vestiges of herself. As the eye exchange is happening she says 2 words, and He knowing that she is saying them for his pleasure and His alone is filled with a rush of heady power. The words themselves are nothing for a slave to say, but the quiet way they are spoken and the look into her soul that He has serve to give them strength and meaning..........
"Hurt me"
He knows in that moment that she wants Him to be able to watch her pupils dilate as the His twisting on her nipples and the pressure on her breasts increases. she wants him to watch the pain go through her eyes, that He may experience it deeper, and He does. He sees her biting her lips to keep from crying out, and he sees her eyelids desperate to close, but she keeps tham open that He may share the moment fully. This does something to Him, more than the warmth and wetness of her cunt, or the willingness of her mouth, and His cock becomes even more engorged, demanding to be released from the confines of His pants. He lets go her nipples, stands up, and tells her to undress Him. she quickly rises and removes His shirt. her fingers pause as she reaches His pants opening, and His response is swift as He grabs her hair and yanks her hair back. she cries out, but He knows what effect this has on her, and making the most of it he posesses her mouth thoroughly, punishing her lips with a brutality, forcing her teeth open with His tounge thrusting inside her mouth, swallowing her cries, His other hand reaches under her skirt and thrusts straight into her cunt, reaching around for her g spot, finding it and stroking it hard and without preamble. He feels her close to the edge of climax, but pulls out just as swiftly as He had thrust in, and lets go her hair and her mouth at the same time.
she has lost all ability to stand, to think, to know, she is a quivering mess falling to her knees before Him, and the only words she can get out........."Master......please"
He stands above her, looking down at His little ball of whore on the ground and smiles to Himself. He will not let her know just how she is affecting Him, but rather show her. He indicates the fly of His pants, and there is no hesitation this time. Though her hands tremble, she manages the zip and peels his trousers away from him. is cock springs out, turgid, throbbing and she moans as she sees it and her lips part, panting. she is transformed from a girl into a bitch panting, on heat, desperate, and the 2 words again........."Master.......please"
He grabs her hair once more, making her rise, and turning her moves her in front of His chair and pushes her to bend over. she does so, grabbing on to the arms of His chair and parting her legs that He may have access wherever He desires. Trembling, she awaits His pleasure, wondering what it is she will feel, but in desperate need for Him she does not care what. It is His pleasure and His alone that she lives for, and He smiles to Himself as He senses her apprehension.
Once again, He cannot resist raising His hand and bringing it down hard on her buttocks in a stinging slap. she cries out, uncaring now about holding back, and He repeats the action, once, twice, three times more on each cheek. He notes with pleasure how beautifully reddened her ass is becoming and His response is swift as He posesses her cunt thoroughly with His cock, evoking even a cry from Him as He feels the warmth of the walls surrounding Him, gripping His hardness. He thrusts hard and fast, using her brutally, Owning her, taking what is his like she were really just a bitch and merely there for the rutting. she is thrusting back on Him, fucking herself on His cock.
"thats it My little whore, My slut, My little fucktoy, there for My pleasure........take it all, beg Me to release in your whorish mouth" words breathed out with each thrust, interspersed with strikes on buttocks...............
"Please Master........please use my whorish mouth.......please fill it......oh god, please Master...please fuck Your slut" a desperate tone to her voice as she thrusts back on her Master
He grabs her hair, wrenching her head back that He may have an anchor to hold as His thrusting speeds up. she is crying out, word unintelligible, but He neither hears, nor cares, for His need is too great
All of a sudden, sooner than He would have liked He feels His balls tighten and the rush to climax begin, He pulls His cock out of her and she knowing His expectation whirls around, on her knees before Him, mouth open, face upturned and He uses His final thrust to bathe her throat and tounge. His cum spurts out of His cock, and He roars with the ecstacy while holding her head, forcing her to remain on His cock, making sure not a drop escapes
Slowly His climax slows and his ability to breathe returns, though is still ragged. He pulls His spent cock out of His little slaves mouth, and watches as she swallows. The look on her face is as though she were dining on the finest chocolates, and He chuckles as He sees it, for it pleases Him greatly. He sits down, suddenly drained and indicates His girl to clean Him, which she does once again, thoroughly bathing Him with her tounge and kissing His cock as she finishes.
her eyes gaze up at Him in adoration as she whispers "thank You Master" with a suddenly shy smile.
He pats His knee, and she clambers into His lap, curling herself up as though a small child and He surrounds her with His arms, kissing her on the forehead and saying the words she wold have walked through fire for.........
"My morwyn cariad bach"
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The girl walks tentitively towards the door that leads to the room He is sitting in, pausing in the doorway she drinks in the sight before her, inhaling it as though it contains the essence of life itself. It is an ordinary study, nothing special about the room itself till her eyes go to the very centre of the room where He sits.
The chair He sits in is an old style armchair, it looks as though it had once graced the librarys of aristocracy, but now is at home and has the marks of comfort, though when she looks at Him all comfort leaves her and she inhales as though knowing it were the last time she was to take a breath.
He notices the breath, as He notices everything, and looking up from the book He is feigning reading, He acknowledges her presence with His eyes, and one word.......
"morwyn"
As though a strong gust of wind were hitting her her knees tremble, calves quiver and she does the only thing she is capable of doing at this moment. His eyes alone drop her eyes, and His voice drops her mind. Sinking to the ground her knees find a home on His carpet and she crawls to His feet. Reaching them she kisses them both, right first, then left, always it is the right first. Soft, feathery kisses before laying her face against His right foot, on her knees, buttocks in the air.
Looking down He finds pleasure in the sight of His little one, dressed so demurely in a blouse and skirt, but only he knows the lack of panties covering her buttocks, and only he knows the way her pendulous breasts hang when she is in this position and wearing no brassiere only makes them hang more appealingly. He notices the quivering, the slight tremor through her body, and only He knows that from the moment she even thought about being before Him that the moisture would have started to gather in the folds of her secret place. He alone knows the throbbing that she is feeling, and in that he is pleased. Reaching a hand down to stroke her hair He says one word again.........
"stand"
she rises gracefully, though He notices that the tremor is still evident. she stands before Him, legs apart, hands clasped together behind her back, breasts thrust out invitingly, head high, eyes lowered. as He rakes His eyes over that which He posesses her cheeks flush wih colour. He alone knows the thoughts going through her mind as she feels His eyes, and He chuckles which only makes her flush more.
"turn"
instant response again to His one word, for she does not hesitate in her obedience to Him, in some ways she is temporarily glad of the reprieve from His eyes, though only temporarily! Knowing His requirements she raises the back of her skirt that He may view her buttocks, hoping He does not notice any moisture that may have found its way from between the lips of her pussy. she feels Him rising behind her and feels His hand on her upper back giving a light push, to which she bends at the waist giving Him full and open access to her most secret places. Anchoring herself on a bookshelf He has in the room she is flooded with trembling anticipation. she wonders to herself what He will do, and whether she will be able to endure, to satisfy, to please.
He whispers loud enough for her ears alone........"Who's whore are you morwyn"
A strangled moan as she says the words that echo through her heart constantly anyway, giving voice to the four words that contain her life......"i am Yours Master" she sighs after saying them as though the relief of acknowledging them were large.
He chuckles again, running his hand over her buttocks, feeling the curve, the softness of her flanks, inviting of His hand.
she knows what is coming
His hand pulls back and lands solidly on her left buttock. It is such a hard landing, for He feels no need to ease her in to His touch. Then the same treatment to the right buttock. He smiles as His girl appears to yelp after each strike. He strokes both afterwards, trailing His fingertips, letting His nails graze across the skin, noting with pleasure the red imprint already starting to flush her cheeks, each finger marked perfectly.
"Thank You Master" she says softly, and parts her legs more as though inviting His hand to take more liberties.
2 more strikes in quick sucession, no hand cupping to have less impact, but full palm strikes for maximum effect. No yelping this time, but He hears a muffled moan before she thanks Him again. her Master feels His cock rising more than it had previously, and the sight of her buttocks thrust so invitingly is almost too much to resist. He does not bother to remove his pants, but rather opens his fly and removes His cock. He does not delay but thrusts His cock uncerimoniously into His little whores cunt, as is His right to do so. One thrust and He is to the hilt, but though it is warm, wet and inviting inside her He does not remain there, as He knows that to truely take a journey He must not be in a hurry to reach the destination! He pulls out just as abruptly as He entered, and she moans and thrusts herself toward Him as though attempting to impale herself on Him.
"Hungry little slut aren't you morwyn" He says as He walks around to present His cock to her mouth. she can barely get the words "yes Master" out before cleaning his cock of her juices with her tounge. Once He is suitably cleaned he notices her lips widening and mouth opening as though trying to swallow His cock whole. "Not yet My little whore", and with those words He pulls away from her mouth, not wanting to let her know how much at that moment he wished to just thrust into her willing mouth and use it, but He knows that that time will come. "yes Master, for Your pleasure Master" she says raggedly.
her Master sits back in his chair, closing His pants before he does so, easing His hardness back into place, and once again commands her to kneel before Him. she does so immediately and He parts His legs to move her before Him between his thighs, which close on her, imprisoning her. Once agin she holds her head high, for she is proud of the fact that He Owns her, though her eyes are still down. He reaches out and undoes the buttons of her blouse, noting the way her nipples are thrust out to hard points. Taking the weight of a breast in each hand He uses His fingers to grip each nipple and pinch it hard. He cannot help Himself but makes a small growl in the back of his throat. His little one, hearing it is relieved, for she knows she is pleasing Him, and she is desperate to do so more. she pushes her breasts harder into His hand, twisting into His fingers, increasing the pain. she then raises her eyes, to stare into His, allowing him to see in them the pain He is causing her, allowing Him access to the depths of her soul and in that moment surrendering the last vestiges of herself. As the eye exchange is happening she says 2 words, and He knowing that she is saying them for his pleasure and His alone is filled with a rush of heady power. The words themselves are nothing for a slave to say, but the quiet way they are spoken and the look into her soul that He has serve to give them strength and meaning..........
"Hurt me"
He knows in that moment that she wants Him to be able to watch her pupils dilate as the His twisting on her nipples and the pressure on her breasts increases. she wants him to watch the pain go through her eyes, that He may experience it deeper, and He does. He sees her biting her lips to keep from crying out, and he sees her eyelids desperate to close, but she keeps tham open that He may share the moment fully. This does something to Him, more than the warmth and wetness of her cunt, or the willingness of her mouth, and His cock becomes even more engorged, demanding to be released from the confines of His pants. He lets go her nipples, stands up, and tells her to undress Him. she quickly rises and removes His shirt. her fingers pause as she reaches His pants opening, and His response is swift as He grabs her hair and yanks her hair back. she cries out, but He knows what effect this has on her, and making the most of it he posesses her mouth thoroughly, punishing her lips with a brutality, forcing her teeth open with His tounge thrusting inside her mouth, swallowing her cries, His other hand reaches under her skirt and thrusts straight into her cunt, reaching around for her g spot, finding it and stroking it hard and without preamble. He feels her close to the edge of climax, but pulls out just as swiftly as He had thrust in, and lets go her hair and her mouth at the same time.
she has lost all ability to stand, to think, to know, she is a quivering mess falling to her knees before Him, and the only words she can get out........."Master......please"
He stands above her, looking down at His little ball of whore on the ground and smiles to Himself. He will not let her know just how she is affecting Him, but rather show her. He indicates the fly of His pants, and there is no hesitation this time. Though her hands tremble, she manages the zip and peels his trousers away from him. is cock springs out, turgid, throbbing and she moans as she sees it and her lips part, panting. she is transformed from a girl into a bitch panting, on heat, desperate, and the 2 words again........."Master.......please"
He grabs her hair once more, making her rise, and turning her moves her in front of His chair and pushes her to bend over. she does so, grabbing on to the arms of His chair and parting her legs that He may have access wherever He desires. Trembling, she awaits His pleasure, wondering what it is she will feel, but in desperate need for Him she does not care what. It is His pleasure and His alone that she lives for, and He smiles to Himself as He senses her apprehension.
Once again, He cannot resist raising His hand and bringing it down hard on her buttocks in a stinging slap. she cries out, uncaring now about holding back, and He repeats the action, once, twice, three times more on each cheek. He notes with pleasure how beautifully reddened her ass is becoming and His response is swift as He posesses her cunt thoroughly with His cock, evoking even a cry from Him as He feels the warmth of the walls surrounding Him, gripping His hardness. He thrusts hard and fast, using her brutally, Owning her, taking what is his like she were really just a bitch and merely there for the rutting. she is thrusting back on Him, fucking herself on His cock.
"thats it My little whore, My slut, My little fucktoy, there for My pleasure........take it all, beg Me to release in your whorish mouth" words breathed out with each thrust, interspersed with strikes on buttocks...............
"Please Master........please use my whorish mouth.......please fill it......oh god, please Master...please fuck Your slut" a desperate tone to her voice as she thrusts back on her Master
He grabs her hair, wrenching her head back that He may have an anchor to hold as His thrusting speeds up. she is crying out, word unintelligible, but He neither hears, nor cares, for His need is too great
All of a sudden, sooner than He would have liked He feels His balls tighten and the rush to climax begin, He pulls His cock out of her and she knowing His expectation whirls around, on her knees before Him, mouth open, face upturned and He uses His final thrust to bathe her throat and tounge. His cum spurts out of His cock, and He roars with the ecstacy while holding her head, forcing her to remain on His cock, making sure not a drop escapes
Slowly His climax slows and his ability to breathe returns, though is still ragged. He pulls His spent cock out of His little slaves mouth, and watches as she swallows. The look on her face is as though she were dining on the finest chocolates, and He chuckles as He sees it, for it pleases Him greatly. He sits down, suddenly drained and indicates His girl to clean Him, which she does once again, thoroughly bathing Him with her tounge and kissing His cock as she finishes.
her eyes gaze up at Him in adoration as she whispers "thank You Master" with a suddenly shy smile.
He pats His knee, and she clambers into His lap, curling herself up as though a small child and He surrounds her with His arms, kissing her on the forehead and saying the words she wold have walked through fire for.........
"My morwyn cariad bach"