The trail Where They Cried

 

 

one of four buried along the way

on tear stained frozen trail

hoarded like cattle

prodded with solder’s bayonets

 

losing all, leaving all

to the white man’s greed

a sovereigns deposed

as neighbor’s sadly watched

 

pulled from homes

shoeless with sky for blankets

the barest provision stolen

while disease raged

 

expelled form ancient green hills

to be starved and frozen

souls of the old and weak

releases to the Great Spirit

As they sung Christian hmyms

 

in native tongue

 

while Jesus wept

Randomness

whoosh of a cane cutting through the air

heavy thud of a flogger

submissive “voice” released by the clamps

the rush as she asks to cum

primal smack of a spanking

wet oval of wetness

power of taking the hair

leading the head to cock

Knowing my wish

is truly her command

mmhmm

“Lets play a game. The game I taught you long ago. When you would fuck yourself with your toy and count them. One Sir. Two Sir. Three Sir. Four Sir. Five Sir. And then start over with one and add one to Six. Then to Seven. Until you need to cum. But, since I have you here, we won’t be using a toy. We will use my cock instead. I want you to stand up, spread your legs, and grab your ankles. I guess the yoga has been good for something. Oh before I forget let me put the clover clamps on your nipples. The ones connected with a long string so I can pull on them. Very nice touch. Oh and I have a surprise for you. A nice little steel buttplug with a jewel on the end. Very pretty. Lube you up a little. There, fits like a charm. Your job is to count. Mine is to fuck. Here we go.”

“One Master. Two Master. Three Mas Master. Four Master. Oh five Master.”

“Very good slave. Here we go again.”

“One Master. Oh God two Master. Th Three Master. Oh yes four Master. Five Master may I cum? Please?”

“No not yet.”

I pick up the little birch paddle.

“Count these.”

Whack.

“One Master.”

Whack.

“Two Master.”

Whack.

“Three Master.”

Whack.

“Four Master.”

Whack.

“Five Master.”

I walk in front of you. Pull your face up by your ponytail. Shove My cock in your mouth.

“Clean your pussy juice off my cock so I can fuck you again. Nice. Now show some control and make it to seven this time without asking to cum.”

“But Master, you haven’t let me cum in three days.”

“More talk like that and you won’t cum in a month. My little cum slut. Here we go again.”

“One Master.”

Peach thong

It was peach thong day. He picked out a pair of panties for her to wear only on the days they met. So she showered and shaved her pussy. Stepping into the peach thongs made her instantly wet.

He was driving the two hours to see her. Arriving around 1 that afternoon. She was to greet him on her knees wearing nothing but the thong. Beyond that, she could only guess. There were times when he’d tell her in great detail what his agenda was. Other times he would leave her guessing. All she knew was that he made her so wet. Long before they ever met.

He wanted her showered and ready by Eight. He would be there in minutes. She wished perhaps that she had waited to put the thong on as it was soaked from just above her clit to her asshole. Instantly he would see her unabashed desire. She felt like a slut. And she was his slut.

She hoped he wouldn’t tease her. Like the time he waited a hour to touch her. Or the time he tied her spreadeagle and face down on the bed and then read a book for 30 minutes. It had been two weeks. Two long weeks since she saw him last and she wanted him with every fiber of her body. She wanted it all. Sore nipples, sore holes. Marks everywhere on her body that could be covered up to the public. And to please him in every way.

At last she heard the key in the lock. He locked the door behind him. Stepped out of his clothes. Without saying a word, he pushed her on to her back and ripped off the wet thong. Placed one arm across her throat and wrapped the other tight inside her ponytail. And impelled his thickness inside her. He fucked her hard and deep and she dug her heels into her buttocks. He let her cum quickly. Then again. Finally a third time as he spilled his seed into her cunt.

Happy Birthday Blog… Tomorrow!

So tomorrow the blog turns one year old. The blog Mistress didn’t stick around very long and I rarely ever hear from her now but thanks for getting me started.

The slut misses me but is not in a state to where she can even talk on the phone and I don’t see that changing.

So now it is Me, and only me. A few fractured fans scattered about who make this a daily trip. And if the world does grace Me with another real life one, I don’t think you’ll hear about it here. Even though I have enjoyed slave/sub blogs when they are in a 24/7 situation. No, I know my readers and they like to picture themselves as the slut.

So 35,000 views for the year. I think we can easily get to 50,000 next year, if not more. I’d also like to do a little more formal writing off the blog. And perhaps more poetry. Maybe not posted on this site but it does help me to write one a day. No matter if it is good or bad.

So anyway, I want to make next year more productive. More fun for you. More fun for me.

Rough

Ravaged and savaged

nymph little slut

sequestered underneath

teal cum stained sheets

wandering welts paint

sunless mounds of skin

agonizing over nipples

overplayed & misused

the ache of intrusion

of overfucked holes

totally fucking depleted

pussy spanking

I wrap black silk around your eyes as you stand before me. You feel my warm hands everywhere as if you are covered in braille and I’m reading you. A single finger enters your wet pussy and your knees almost buckle. Your lips part as I stick it in your mouth to be sucked off. Such a naughty slut you are.

You feel me behind you now pressing against your body. I reach around and pinch both nipples. I bite your shoulder and kiss your neck. You feel my breath against your ear as I whisper:

“Whose nipples are these?”

“Yours, Master.”

I step back and slap each buttock hard with my hand twice. I grab your ponytail and pull your head back. I grab your sweet ass with my other hand.

“Whose ass is this, slut?”

“Your ass, Master”

I unwrap the silk. Cup your face in my hands and kiss you deeply.

“On your hands and knees. Crawl over the couch and get my crop. Come back with it in your mouth.”

You crawl like an obedient dog. If you had a tail it would be wagging. I take the crop from your slutty mouth.

“Sula-Ki”

 

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“Time for a pussy spanking.

simply owned

 

Dripping wet

feral sheslut

On unsteady knees

so many nights

you rubbed yourself raw

thinking of this moment

One minute away

from first taste of cock

ten from the flogger

from lily white

 

to chameleon Red

simply owned

 

 

My Poetry Group

http://fetlife.com/groups/562

 

Only 7 members so far. I’d like to see more. (hint)

mmhmm

Yes, I think about you in spreader bars. My little pink pussy swollen and achy. As I probe it with fingers and tongue. Whipping your ass mercilessly with the crop each time you ask to cum. Clamping your hard nipples with steel clamps straight from the freezer. Circling your cunt with clothes pins. Pulling your hair. Talking dirty to you. Making you beg for my cock.

Doggie with the bar between your legs. Hands clipped to the center. Both holes wide and open. So close to cumming. The touch of my glans against your wet slit would send you over. You may cum on my cock slut when you feel it impale you. When that sweet thickness is thrust inside your wet tightness you may cum. Cum on my cock as I pull your ponytail and slap those magenta cheeks that once were creamy white. You will cum hard on my cock and scream into the darkness. Then I will fuck you hard letting you cum again as I fill you with my seed.

Watermelon

The blog will be one year old on the 9^th.

I’ve had a watermelon fantasy for about a day now. Where you sit in a carved out watermelon naked filled with tropical juices and a pineapple dildo. Sounds like messy good fun. Eating fruit out of your pussy, licking you clean.

Have you stroke my cock a few times with the juice then suck it clean. Crushing balls of watermelon letting the juice run down your succulent breasts. I guess we’d have to do it outside. Perhaps at the Farm property that my grandfather bought years ago. 78 acres of privacy. Well, semi-privacy. It’s a large family. 18 cousins or so and they have kids who now have kids. We all meet there once a year and there is usually around 60 people or so.

I think about you being on top of me. Lowering a nipple to my mouth. My hands kneading your ass as I nurse from the dry nipple. You are moving your hips like you are fucking Me. Wanting My hard cock inside you. Waiting for that simple command. “Mount.”

Some don’t let the sub or slave on top. I think that is nuts. I love to fuck all ways, but love it when a woman services My cock like that. Double bonus if she can cum on My cock. It’s almost like a blow job if you aren’t using condoms.

Depends on the mood though. I do love to restrain a woman with force and fuck her. Like interlocking my fingers with hers and holding them to the bed kind of thing. Or holding her wrists.

And from behind is always good. So primal. Animalistic. Grab your ponytail. Slap you hard on the ass and tell you to fuck that big cock. Have your naughty hole all buttered up in case I want to take you there. My three holed slut.

I feel evil today. Like I want to put you in the floor with spreader bars on both your legs and arms and torture your cunt. Give it pain and pleasure. Deny your orgasms for a while. Then have you cum really hard with My finger in your tight ass.

Happy 4th

So what would I do? I would teach you how to stand. How to present yourself. Your legs spread, your hands behind your head, fingers interlocked, eyes cast down. I would take you in with my eyes. So very pleased. I would take each nipple, pinch it hard, lift your full breasts and let them fall. Pinch them again and ask you …

“Whose nipples are these, slut?”

“Yours Master,” you say in a trebling voice.

“Yes they are. You are mine now. From your painted toenails to the top of your head. Your sweet pussy, your mouth, your asshole, always open to my desire. You accept pain and pleasure at My will. Orgasms are a privilege. Which is why you must always ask. I will teach you My ways. Train you to be the perfect slave. I won’t often punish. You know the worst punishment is knowing you haven’t pleased Me. I will spank you often. With My hands and with My toys. Because it pleases Me. Just as it pleases you. Now get on your knees”

“Yes Master.”

“It is a privilege also to suck My cock. If you are a good girl you’ll do it often. I won’t ask, just grab you by the hair and pull you down there. Not always to orgasm though. I have two other aching holes don’t I slut?”

“Yes Master, always open to your advances.”