This Journey Now Begins
by Crimson Thirst © 2001-2002
I want you to close your eyes before you read this. I want your
mind clear of all the troubles that have plagued you during the day.
Relax your entire body and free your imagination to be her. Slip into
her skin and become something that you have always desired. Close your
eyes now and bite your lipȚ then open them and read...this journey now
begins.......
The large oak door rises before you as you walk onto the stoop of the
manor. The bronze lion's head staring through you, with heavy rapper hanging
below his neck. You bring it upward and let it fall down upon the plate
and the echo rings through the halls and foyer with their high ceilings.
The night air snapped your attention to the thin blouse you were instructed
to wear for this evening and the nipples that strained against the material.
They were already sensitive and a bit sore from their swollen nature from
the mere anticipation of the evening, as how it would unfold consumed
your mind during the cab ride to the home. The door slowly opened with
a resounding creak, and your first thought was of the absence of a soul
to have jarred it from its frame. You step into the large entrance hall
and again see no one. The tiny hairs along your arms rise as the soft
echo of your name wisps throughout the manor. You turn your head from
side to side in an attempt to gather the direction of the voice. It seems
to be coming from everywhere at once. Your breath quickens and stomach
turns and even the bare slit below your soft panties contracts at the
unknown dancing before you. Another whisper coming from above,
"Come to Me girl."
Again. "Come to Me and let Me free you once more."
A strong, stern voice that you remember quite well. One easily submitted
to. One easily instructing every movement of the evening. The wide staircase
before you beckons and you seem to glide across the red runner that stretches
forward at your feet.
"Come to Me girl and let Me consume you again this eve."
The door at the end of the hall draws you to its opening. A light peeks
forth from within and warms the darkness of the stone floor at its entrance.
You enter with a bit of hesitation, and your eyes widen at the hundreds
of candles that adorn every surface of the room. The bedside, the mantle,
the window pane, the armoire, dresser, and vanity all drip and are covered
with wax. The bed reaches towards the ceiling with its 4 posts spindled
and carved with the same lion's head adorning the front door. The sheer
chiffon canopy dancing seductively in the breeze from the open window.
Your hands, as if instructed by a silent voice, begin sliding your coat
from your shoulders. It falls to the floor, and you pay it no other mind.
The roaring fire that laps at the darkness brings you to a trance for
a moment as you stare into its flames. Your hands slowly trace the outline
of your body; over the soft curves of you breasts, down to your belly,
across your hips, and back up your side. Your eyes close and your hips
begin to slowly sway and move into your hands. He is watching. You sense
it. He is lapping at your vision even now. The realization of that excites
you even more, and you move even more against your hands. The material
of your panties begins to cling to your wet slit. The bare slit almost
pulling you panties inside its soft folds. It pulls and reaches for so
much more. It craves to be filled.
"In time My girlȚIn time,"
He whispers. How did He know your thoughts? You pause for a moment with
surprise, but then continue with an even more fevered pitch. Hands climb
to the buttons of your blouse and each fall to the side as supple breasts
reveal themselves spilling over the top of your brassiere. Even in front
of the warm fire, your nipples pierce the material, and your fingers instantly
reach for them and twist and pull at their swollen tips. Your blouse falls
to the floor; and again as if in a trance, you walk to the bed. "Remove
your skirt, girl, and slide the crimson blindfold around your eyes and
tighten with knot in back."
Your hands do not hesitate, and the skirt falls to your feet. You look
down and the soft outline of your slit is seen through the sheer material.
A single finger slides along its warm length. Your clit, swollen and peeking
through your lips, is brushed by your finger and you jump at the sensation.
Again, the finger slides over your clit and down the length of your wet
slit as your panties are pressed just inside your lips.
"Can you feel My tongue, girl? Can you feel it slide down the length
of your bare slit? Can you feel it tasting you slowly with its tip,"
He asks from the shadows.
"Yes. Yes. Yes Master,"
you whisper your answer to each question.
"Reveal your breasts to Me, girl. Reveal your glistening slit to Me now."
His voice has grown more stern, more commanding. It has deepened and
becomes a bit raspy. Your body shudders at its tone. The blindfold is
tied securely over your eyes and you lay across the bed. The sheets bathe
your body in soft security as you slide slowly across them. A single drop
of moisture slides from your lips and travels slowly down your inner thigh
to your rotating cheeks and finally to the bed. Your teeth bite your bottom
lip as you imagine His tongue chasing the wetness. "Now show Me that you
desire Me, girl. Show Me that you deserve all that I offer."
Again, the tone is stern. It rises from the shadows on the other side
of the bed. A single finger finds its way to the soft folds of pink flesh
that glisten in the candlelight. The other hand already reaching for your
hard nipples. The pulling and teasing only a reflection of the image of
His mouth taking them hungrily. Wet lips pull the finger instantly inside
and bathes it with your wetness. Slow, soft strokes against the velvet
walls of your pussy. You bring the wet finger from against your g spot
and back over your aching clit. "Slow, small circles,"
He whispers.
"Yes Master, thank you."
Your head falls to the side and your mouth opens as your hips rotate
against your finger. Nipples are pulled in a sweet dance of pleasure and
pain. Suddenly, strong hands slide their fingers down your side and across
your hips. You feel Him so very near. His breath falling across your flesh
as He watches. The hands force your thighs apart. You are revealed to
Him. There is nothing of you He does not see. Gentle kisses begin on the
back of your calf. Nibbles pull at the flesh just behind the knee. He
commands that you do not stop. Nibbles with a flicker of tongue along
your inner thigh. His mouth disappears from your body, only to return
to the other side. Your finger rubs your clit faster and harder. "Let
Me see you wet its length again, girl"
Two finger spread your wet lips for His view and your middle slides
deep inside. It is instantly flooded with your desire for Him.
"Now, girl. Five deep thrusts inside. Feel your pussy pull your finger
inside. Feel it pout at the dissatisfaction of the depth. Feel the emptiness
that only I can fill. Now again to your clit, girl."
The moment your finger touches your clit again, His tongue finds your
slit still open by your fingers. The tip sliding very slowly up the length
of your slit and down to just above your ass. He nibbles there very gently.
The very depth of your pussy is explored by His tongue. The tip curled
and drug so very slowly from your g spot. He is gone again. Suddenly,
your mouth is devoured by His, as He stands beside the bed on the other
side. The slight scent and taste of yourself sucked from His tongue by
your hungry mouth. He stands and you feel your body drug across the bed
to the edge. Your head hangs slightly over the edge. The head of His cock
is rubbed across your cheek and His precum is smeared along your chin
and cheek. The scent of His sex is inhaled by your nose.
"Do not taste, girl. Only know that it is there."
The head of His cock tracing the outline of your mouth. It slides first
across your top lip and then the bottom. "I better not see your tongue
reach to taste girl."
The thick ridge falling across your mouth . The contour of His swollen
head tracing your mouth again. "Do you think you deserve this cock , girl?"
You softly whimper, with no reply.
"Do you deserve to be consumed with the power of My orgasm, girl?"
"Not yet Master."
"Fuck yourself with your finger. Fuck your wet pussy for Me girl. Show
Me how much you need to be fucked by My cock."
Your finger obeys without a thought and you take yourself deeply. Your
only thought is to please Him enough that He will take you hard and deep.
Your only desire is to be taken from behind, as He slams your entire body
into the soft mattress. Your hair being pulled back to reveal your neck
and mouth to His, then your face shoved into the pillow by the force of
His cock.
"Please own Me Master."
Your finger fucking yourself into a frenzy of uncontrolled thrusts from
your hips. The orgasm builds. Already your pussy aches from needing to
be fucked so bad.
"Please Master, may I cum?"
"Beg girl,"
He snarls with animalistic passion.
"Please Master. Oh god, please Master. This girl needs to cum. This girl
needs to show you how much she desires your cock."
Your eyes blur with tears for the need to cum. The aching so strong.
"Cum girl! Cum for Me!"
Your finger finds your g spot once more and your pussy explodes. Your
hips tremble and your belly tightens. The force of the orgasm spilling
your wetness past your finger and down your thigh to your ass. Your entire
body rocking against your finger. The same strong hands turning you over
onto your belly. Your ass rises into the air without His touch or your
thought. Instinctually it rises to entice Him. The swollen head slowly
parts your dripping pussy, and the wet suction immediately takes His thick
length. "Please own this girl, Master. I am yours to take."
His cock responds to the pleads with deep, hard thrusts. His knowledge
of your desires is so complete. He knew that at that moment you needed
to be takenȚto be fucked as His whore. Your hips are grabbed and forced
back to meet His thrusts. His entire body slamming into you. His force
pressing you forward. Your hands reaching again to your nipples and the
swollen tips are again pulled and pinched. His cock taking you deeply,
and your lips stretch to wrap themselves around His length. His brut force
excites you even more. He knows that you need to be fucked hard.
"Please Master. Please may this girl cum again. Please let this girl
cum on Master's cock so that she may soon taste if You will allow."
He does not make you wait and demands that you cum now with Him. The
orgasms meeting and intertwining deep inside you. He fills you with wave
after wave of His approval. Your body collapses onto the mattress, then
He is gone. Again, you do not sense His presence. Another whisper from
the shadows,
"Will this night be burned into girl's memory?"
"Yes Sir. This girl will ne'er forget such an evening."
Your body still trembles as the aftershocks slowly subside. You call
His name several times. No response. The phone next to the bed rings and
you crawl to retrieve the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hello girl. I was kept at the office longer than I thought, and I will
be home in a few minutes. Have you been entertaining yourself while waiting
for Me?"
Your jaw drops at the first sound of His voice and drops even further
at the realization of what has transpired. Could the mere anticipation
of Him taking you this evening brought such vivid apparitions to your
body and soul and touch? You can hear His wicked grin through the phone
without a noise from His mouth.
"You will not doubt the complete nature of which I consume you again,
I think girl."
You can feel your pussy contract at those words and with the images
of what tonight holds for you when He arrives.
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