His mouth comes down on mine, harder now, more demanding, a raw, hungry need in him rising to the surface. “You belong to me,” he growls. “Say it.”“Yes. Yes, I belong to you.” His mouth finds mine again, demanding, taking, drawing me under his spell.“Say it again,” he demands, nipping my lip, squeezing my breast and nipple, and sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my sex.“I belong to you,” I pant.He lifts me off the ground with the possessive curve of his hand around my backside, angling my hips to thrust harder, deeper. “Again,” he orders, driving into me, his cock hitting the farthest point of me and blasting against sensitive nerve endings.“Oh … ah … I … I belong to you.”His mouth dips low, his hair tickling my neck, his teeth scraping my shoulders at the same moment he pounds into me and the world spins around me, leaving nothing but pleasure and need and more need.I am suddenly hot only where he touches, and freezing where I yearn to be touched. Lifting my leg, I shackle his hip, ravenous beyond measure, climbing to the edge of bliss, reaching for it at the same time I’m trying desperately to hold back. Chris is merciless, wickedly wild, grinding and rocking, pumping.“I love you, Sara,” he confesses hoarsely, taking my mouth, swallowing the shallow, hot breath I release, and punishing me with a hard thrust that snaps the last of the lightly held control I possess. Possessing me. A fire explodes low in my belly and spirals downward, seizing my muscles, and I begin to spasm around his shaft, trembling with the force of my release.With a low growl, his muscles ripple beneath my touch and his cock pulses, his hot semen spilling inside me. We moan together, lost in the climax of a roller-coaster ride of pain and pleasure, spanning days apart, and finally collapse in a heap and just lie there. Slowly, I let my leg ease from his hip to the ground, and Chris rolls me to my side to face him.Still inside me, he holds me close, pulling the jacket up around my back, trailing fingers over my jaw. “And I belong to you.”― Lisa Renee Jones, Being Me
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I enter My hotel room after a long day of meetings and find a sissy slave kneeling in front of My bed.
“Who are you ?” I yell ...”and how did you get in here?”
“Sir, my name is Stella, Sir, ...Master Michael instructed me to wait here for you, Sir !”
“Mick sent you sissy ?”
“Sir, yes Sir “
“But why...? He knows I’m tired and had a long day ..”
“Sir, He wanted me to make you more comfortable Sir. Anything you need Sir ..!”
“Anything sissy ?”
“Sir, yes Sir! ... i can prepare some food for you Sir, cook you a meal ...or hand wash your clothes and iron them...or clean your room and bathroom Sir !”
“That’s it sissy ? Nothing else ..?”
“Yes Sir, you can do what you like with me Sir. you can have me deepthroat you Sir, or you can use my pussy if you wish Sir ...you can whip me long and hard to relieve some tension and stress Sir....chain me up and have me kneel all night or present in humiliating poses to amuse you Sir ...anything you want Sir!”
“Mike is s good friend sissy ...I’m sure you will be more than just fine. If you do well I might decide to keep you “
“Sir, yes Sir! my Master Michael said that i am for sale Sir if you wish to purchase me. i am to ask for $1850 Sir, that’s how much i cost Sir”
“Really, that’s a good price even for an average sissy like you stella. What’s the catch? Are you sick or something ?”
“No Sir ! i have been owned as His property and been trained for 8 years Sir. i am a very efficient cook, detail oriented, a meticulous cleaner, orally skilled and able to take a lot of pain Sir ... if you would like to test me Sir !?”
“No sissy ...I’m sure you will do. If Mike sent one of his stable sissies then you won’t be bad. How and when should I pay for you ?”
“Sir, i am free for 24 hours Sir. you can use me as you wish, no limitations Sir..”
“ you already said that you dumb slave..!! I HATE having to repeat Myself sissy !!”
“Sir, please forgive me Sir!! This slave is sorry Sir for not paying enough attention Sir. Could i ask You Sir to please punish this sissy slave for her mistake and wasting Your time Sir ..!”
I pull out the leather belt from My trousers and shout :
“ On your fours slave !! you will take one hundred lashes ..! But before I make you scream tell Me how I should pay for you sissy ?”
“Sir, you may pay for me by bank transfer Sir. There is a piece of paper with my Masters BIC and IBAN number in my apron pocket Sir...just use them to transfer the amount on your mobile phone Sir. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of Minutes Sir...if you really wish to buy me Sir ??”
“Yeah, why not. I was going to buy a good watch while being here in Switzerland but that can wait.
I don’t have a woman or slave at the moment so you will do just fine to work in My residence back home.
........There, done! ....transfer successful. you are Mine now sissy, My property.!!”
“Yes Master, thank You Master ..,i am yours to do with as you desire for as long as you desire ...”
End
( true story!! ...well, almost ...there is one detail that I amended. Can you guess which ?)
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