Master and Slave

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Indeed, I've seen people say that
the right and safe distance is for both casual sex partners and master-slave relationships,
and what kind of interaction is best for both parties.

Perhaps none of us have the answers.

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"Take a picture of yourself and show it to me." The text on Line read this.

I lay naked on the bed, lazily rolled over, and replied,
"Yes, Master. This bitch will take a picture for you right away." I

quickly turned on my phone's selfie mirror.
Only at times like this do I suddenly feel that the selfie mirror is a truly great invention.

I think of a man's voice, a man's beautiful, slender fingers, and my favorite, a man's red lips.
Everything, everything, everything about my dearest Master.

Then, because of thinking of those little things,
my wanton little hole became wet.

The photo clearly showed my pink vulva, half-open, glistening with vaginal fluid,
yearning for my Master's penis;
yearning to be handcuffed and bound tightly with ropes,
to express my loyalty and trust to the man, to my dearest Master, in the most shameful way.

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My master instructed me not to masturbate,
so I could only keep thinking and thinking,
touching my smooth, hairless vulva, remembering my master ordering me to shave.

That was my first time shaving.
My fingers slid across my pubic mound, white foam was applied,
the hair made my fingers feel itchy, and as the razor scraped, goosebumps rose all over my body
. Suddenly, I thought of my master, like a great master, slid his beautiful fingers across my pubic mound.
My body heated up, and a smooth, sticky fluid appeared between the white foam.

I also remember that after shaving, my hair follicles became inflamed, and
my master said, "It hurts."
It seems that no one has ever truly said those words,
no matter how many people around me have said them.

I also remember the first video of my anus being trained, when two fingers were inserted, and
my master was surprised by my malleability.

I'm so proud, so proud,
for my dear master, all of this makes me so proud.

Some people have discussed
what exactly the master and slave are.

In the realm of unusual sexual fetishes,
what exactly is the relationship

between master/slave and casual sex partners? I know people who are lovers,
where the master showers the slave with affection outside of bed.
Others have partners, their relationship based solely on domination and subjugation.

But those relationships seem irrelevant to me
. My wanton body only craves more from my master.

Like when my master says, "I won't throw you away."
All I crave is that tiny bit, that oxygen-like connection,
that eternal imprisonment and bondage.

Then, I realize the most terrifying thing isn't being trained,
but rather that I've made my master dislike me because of something I shouldn't have done.
His coldness and indifference
only fuel my desire to be forcefully pushed onto the bed and fucked.
Like a pet, I'm punished and scolded,
wanting my master's penis inside me,
his slaps on my buttocks, his pinching of my breasts, his pulling on my nipples.
To make me scream, to make me forget who I am.

Thinking of these things,
her wanton little hole began to flow with lustful fluid, her anus began to contract,
and both openings only wanted to be filled thoroughly.

Forever.

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