Slave Diary
Slave's Diary
Morning
He sleeps in a large and luxurious wooden bed, his slave beside him, but on a mat near this bed. She is always naked, her hands and feet bound, and a gag in her mouth. Her master wakes up, sits on the edge of the bed, meanwhile she, sensing this, abruptly kneels and turns her front towards him, he removes the gag, gets out of bed and approaches her closer, takes her by the hair, she mechanically, without any resistance, practically submissively opens her mouth towards him. The master takes his cock and directs it closer to her open mouth, another moment and a yellow stream
of urine begins to spurt from it, landing precisely into the gaping mouth of his slave, she drinks quickly without wincing, trying not to spill a single drop of this moisture that her Master allows her to receive. For her, this is a gift, because this way she can at least slightly feel his presence within her, it is a part of him, and this thought drives the slave wild. And now the last drop enters her mouth, she greedily swallows it and licks her wet lips, then he brings his cock to her lips and she begins to lick it with delight, penetrating every fold, thoroughly licking the head, completely taking the still unswollen cock into her mouth, then moving to his balls, taking them entirely into her mouth, for her this turns into the highest pleasure. He feels warmth rising to his lower abdomen. He tenses slightly, but now is not the time for such amusements. He pushes her away from him, unties her legs, now she will crawl after him on her knees everywhere. He goes to the bathroom, at the moment when her Master shaves, washes his face, brushes his teeth, she thoroughly licks his ass, diligently penetrating her tongue into its very depth. After this, he decisively turns to her, grabs the slave by the hair and dunks her face into the sink, holding it under a stream of ice-cold water. It's unpleasant for her, but she does not resist, because she understands that the Master knows better how to handle a thing like her. Then he goes down the stairs to the kitchen, she follows him on her knees. The Master prepares the usual breakfast, he boils porridge for himself and for her, but she will eat separately from him. He takes her dog bowl, puts food in it, pours water into another, a moment later the two bowls are on the floor and the slave proceeds to her dog-like breakfast. Her master sits on a comfortable chair at the oak table and begins his meal completely unhurriedly.Day
Then they returned to the house, the Master attended to his affairs, and the slave all this time knelt before him with a book that he had ordered her to read, after which he could talk with her at length about what she had read, he was interested in her opinion, her thoughts on the matter, he wanted to give her the opportunity not only to serve him unquestioningly and devotedly, but also to teach her to think. She willingly shared her revelations with him, the Master taught her to belong to him not only with her body, but with all her thoughts, to be completely open and honest before him.
After lunch, the Master always sat in front of the computer, at this time he allowed his slave to caress his cock, she did this diligently, he had trained her to give him pleasure without using her hands. The slave fluttered her trained tongue along the seam of his cock, periodically moving to his balls, now licking them, now covering them with wet kisses, now completely taking them into her mouth. Then she returned again to the head and, without stopping licking it, completely swallowed the cock, plunging it into the deepest part of herself... This could last for hours, but she knew that the Master could not forever restrain the growing desire, and now he slightly presses her head to his pubic area, causing the cock to penetrate completely into her throat, this deprives her of the ability to breathe, but she does not even try to free herself, she quiets down, freezes, she feels her heart beating in time with his contracting flesh... There is nothing better than such seconds, seconds when she wholly belongs to him, seconds when he wholly gives himself to her...
Evening
Her Master knows perfectly well that sex does not play the main role in their relationship, but sometimes on special occasions, he can take pity on his slave and let her enjoy
his body and his warmth a little. Today was just such a day, he turned this moment into a special ritual. Everything is ready, candles, straps, a whip... A slave who enjoys pain, what could be better? The Master lays her on the bed, secures her, now she lies before him with her legs spread wide, pressed to her stomach, so that he can torment each of her holes, her hands are tied to the headboard, now she is completely deprived of the ability to move, now, all that remains for her is to wholly trust him... The Master does not put a gag on her, this means only one thing: she is not allowed to utter a single sound until he permits her, if the slave disobeys him, then he will automatically stop everything, and leave her alone, and this is the worst punishment for her. Therefore, she will obediently remain silent and endure all his tortures. Everything is ready, she is ready, in anticipation of the beginning, she begins to flow with juice, a thin stream of lubrication drips from her gaping loins. The Master, taking the whip, approached the head of the bed, leaned over the slave's face, staring intently into her wide-open eyes, she greedily examined his face. Noticing this, he moved closer to her and lightly touched the edge of her lips with his lips, she felt his breath, which literally burned her. Well, that's it, long live pain and pleasure! He approached her spread legs, looked for a second at his helpless slave, another second, and the whistle of the whip soaring into the air was heard, another second, and this whip fell with all fury onto the snow-white buttock... one... another swing... two... and now two long pink trails adorned this firm ass... three... ten. She was silent, she could only allow herself to gulp air and clench her teeth with all her might, so as not to let out a sound... twenty-five... Already accustomed, she didn't understand, only a thin stream of tears flowed from her squeezed-shut eyelids, smoothly moving to her temples and spreading somewhere in her hair. And suddenly everything fell silent. The end? No, only the beginning... The Master brought a red candle to her chest and a moment later, hot wax dripped onto her nipple. No, unbearable, she can't, wants to dodge, wants to scream, no, no, no, she mustn't, she just needs to get used to it, she just needs to enjoy the pain that he grants her. A little more and her entire chest, then her stomach begins to be irrigated with melting wax. The Master keeps everything under control, he knows her limits, he always feels where the thin line of her sanity ends, he always knows how not to let her go... Everything passes, and the burning pain from the candle turns into languid pleasure, it's like a second wind, now she can go further, nothing is scary anymore.
Silence again. A clap, a grinding sound. What is that? A moment later, cool lubricant drips onto the slave's blazing loins, a little more, and she feels the Master's warm fingers beginning to penetrate her vagina, first two fingers, he moves inside her, fucks her, then inserts another, then all five fingers gradually stretch her tender flesh, the slave feels how he completely fills her, but the Master knows what drives her into a frenzy. He pulls his fingers out of her, and, folding them into a neat fist, completely plunges his hand up to the wrist into her vagina. He says: "Now, when you come, you don't have to restrain yourself, you can scream to your heart's content." She loses control over herself, giving all of herself to him, to her wild emotions and sensations, each of his movements brings that sweet moment closer, he gradually unclenches his fist inside her, turns his palm, feels her, fills her trembling vagina, he feels all of her. Another moment and a wild scream and moans burst from her mouth, tears splashed in a turbulent stream, and her flesh began to contract and clench chaotically, this was her peak, this was her final limit... He stayed inside her a little longer while she continued to contract, then the slave quieted down, he carefully extracted his palm from her... After some time, the slave felt herself being freed, first her hands, they had gone numb, they were almost not felt, then her whole body was free, but her soul had not yet returned from the heavens. What is that? He is nearby? Yes, closer than ever. She feels the Master's breath, his subtle masculine scent, feels his soft touches on her tormented body. She is overwhelmed by a wave of inexplicable feelings, she wants to give him her affection and tenderness, she wishes to thank him. The slave rises above him and begins to greedily shower his chest and nipples with wet kisses, then sinks her bitten, tormented lips into his mouth, frantically searching there with her tongue for his tongue, finds it, entwines it, sucks it into her mouth and gently sucks on it... Then returns back to the nipples and caresses them with her tongue for a long time, now licking them like creamy ice cream, now enveloping them gently with her lips and lightly sucking. She goes lower, licks his stomach, kisses lower and lower, until she rests against her Master's pubic area, she caresses his cock, but knows which caress particularly drives him to frenzy. The slave plunges her head between the Master's spread legs and begins to gently lick his anus, now in circles, now in zigzags, now penetrating its very depth, she delights him in this way for a long time, but then returns to the coveted cock, which is about to erupt streams of seed, she wraps her hands around it, and begins to energetically plunge it into her mouth, a little more, the Master's thighs twitched slightly, and a warm stream of his sperm splashed into her mouth, the slave began to greedily swallow it, afraid to miss the slightest drop...
Everything fell silent... on the luxurious bed, immersed in sweet sleep, the Master slept, and his slave lay beside him, admired him through the darkness, from her lips the words silently flew: "Thank you... thank you... thank you for being the way you are, thank you that I can love you as you are..."
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