As I brush my hand along your shoulder to all your body begins to weep.  How can such a strong, rough hand feel so gentle yet commanding?  A mixture of wanting and worship tingling in every touch.  The first press of my lips to the nape of your neck with a passion swirling with hunger.  Will I slowly undress and caress?  Will I rip and ravage?  You want it all and you have learned I plan to give it all to you.  My touch is for you, my kiss is for you, my love is forever.

When she blindfolded her to start their night of passion she purred.  Oh how she loved when he took control of her body, stretched the boundaries of her senses.   The anticipation of his touch, his kiss………oh when his mouth pressed to her sensitive pussy she cried out to him for more.  He held her open and feasted on her flesh like he had never done before.  Even his hands felt different tonight as the strongly pressed her legs wider.  Her cries echoed through the room as her hips bucked and she came in his mouth but he didn’t stop.  He devoured her, her whole body shaking intensely, what was he doing she moaned to him.    

As her words left her lips she felt a tongue brush over her mouth.  A intense moment of confusion as she heard his voice and felt his breath move along her neck.  His hand, the hands she knew caressing her breasts as another feeding on her.  He had invited a friend and the two tasted every inch of her skin as she melted for them.  A full night of her body worshiped and pleasured as a goddess.  Leaving her emotionally and physically drained in every sense of the word.  She never knew who the friend was but he left his marks on her body to remember their night together.

Back in school she was always dressed in black, picked on for not wanting to fit in with what the popular kids considered pretty and appropriate.  She liked metal, she would drink and smoke with the older boys, leather and tattoos just felt right to her.  She was dark, she was an outcast.

She was the head cheerleader, making sure everyone knew her name, her look, and followed like sheep because of her pure beauty and daddy’s money.   She walked the halls owning it, she was light, she was the queen.

Now look how the queen kneels, knowing her place was forever between the thighs of her mistress.  She worshiped and feared her for her strength.  Kneeling, looking up waiting to be commanded on her next task.  Daddy was not around to help her now.  She was just a plaything, a little slut at her mercy.

That’s it barbie doll, show her how much you love the taste of her pussy.  Be thankful she lets you feed from her.  The things she is going to do to you later would scar your mind forever but you ached for it.   Her new pet.