Fetish - drowning with desire

Mon Mar 7 21:25:18 2005

FETISH... drowning.. writhing, squirming.. mouth open, forced open with a cruel device used as a toilet in a box the slaves entire body is encased in... .. bound, in a box.. used, spit on, pissed on, pussy after pussy sitting down on it's face.. slave licks and licks.. helpless to do otherwise.. not knowing what or who he is licking.. or how long he will be kept in the box.. his pathetic dick and balls exposed, abused, sucked, licked, stepped on, slapped... perhaps even used.. as a fuck toy, by a young, horny, silly girl who is ignorant about what a tiny slave dick is good for... she licks it and sucks it.. then slides her tiny little pussy on it.. wiggles down all the way (which unfortunately isn't very far)... her eyes close, she licks her lips.. another little slut sits on the slave face.. poor slave must lick.. not knowing whose wet hot tight cunt is fucking him.. he licks..
he hears a man, now.. he winces.. oh my god what if his dick has been in some fag's ass? he had no idea men were out there.. he licks the little pussy as it wiggle down on his face and wonders... and then, she pees on him.. and gets up.. and he can hear the man..
"baby, that's not a real dick, this is.. you don't want that, what you need is real man cock"... the slave hears licking and sucking noises.. he hears the man say, "yeah, suck a real dick.. that's a good girl" the slave imagines the real man holding her head, forcing it down on his cock, perhaps pumping her face.. "get all of it.. yes suck it right.. suck it down like a good little slut"... then the slave feels her rise, off his poor little dick, and hears those words.. the ones he longs to hear.. "oh fuck me! fuck me please!" she holds onto the box, and peers into the hole, looking into his slavish eyes, and piss-covered face... she grins and spits on him.
"oh yes, fuck me with the big dick, daddy.. fuck me HARD!" and to his complete humiliation, the slave watches her face and witnesses her pleasure and feels through the box each thrust she takes.. and his tiny little slave dick goes limp.. knowing.. what is to come.. he hears the mans moans and knows he is near orgasm.. and the little girls says "yes yes yes yes yes yes".. the two lovers lay across the top of the box.. and the man laughs, kicks at the exposed slave dick and says.."what a pathetic sight!" and she giggles and agrees. then next thing the slave sees is her smiling face, peering down at him, saying, "open up, cunt".. and then, her sweet, delicate,wet, cum-filled little pussy, the one that had been sucking his little dick.. covering the hole.
the slave opens up, and awaits the reward... drowning in his desire...

to be continued..

I love the slave. is your dick hard and/or dripping?

Mistress

anarchiste

Tue Jun 13 12:14:35 2006

Chapter 2

Some time later he wakes, still in his box. His limbs are stiff and aching and heavy with sated desire. He looks up through the hole in the box. Eventually his eyes become accustomed to the lack of light and the fringe of a tasselled lampshade comes into view. He goes on staring like this until a particular thought shoots across his mind: of a young girl who had straddled his face the night before, wiggled and wriggled and filled his desperate mouth with her peppery, pubescent piss. He wonders where she is now; imagines her in her bed, rolling and turning with recollections of his slavering slave's tongue and cock forced into her tight wet pussy and arid arse, as she frigs herself to sleep. But now he is as hungry as hell, a gnawing hunger that must be satisfied. Too hungry to sleep again and with many hours ahead before he will be released from this hot, fetid box that reeks of his stale semen and sweat.

Then something strange happens..... As he tries to stretch his stiff limbs the lid of the box shifts, comes open. An oversight. The rarest of mistakes made by one much more important than he in the heat of moments. He pushes against it with his hands, hardly daring to believe what is happening. Oh the unexpected joy! He pushes again, harder, and is able to stand up, straighten up, fling out his arms. The cool air of the cellar touches his skin, gushes into his parched mouth. Oh this delicious confusion! Should he stay in his box and pretend this unfortunate mistake had never happened, or go in search of food?

There is a set of stone steps in the corner of the cellar which he feels his way towards. Up he goes, turning the door handle as quietly as he can. He comes out into the corridor at the back of the house. It is dark and the smell of sandalwood lingers there. He feels a chill on his naked body. He begins to shiver but he knows that he must go on and see this through. Already he has come too far to turn back. And, he has reached a decision. He has decided that he will take nothing of importance, only the scraps that others have cast away. He will lick out the leftover juices from forgotten tins; with his fingernails he will claw and peel away the days-old crusty fragments that congeal around the plastic edge of the bin. No one will miss anything, or be any the wiser. For these small morsels he will be eternally grateful!

The kitchen is at the far end of the corridor and the smell of sandalwood has vanished, replaced now by an aroma of clove and cinnamon. He gets there slowly and stealthily, heart pounding, fingertips feeling along the cold wall. Standing before the kitchen door he pauses, listens. The whole house is quiet. He imagines the slumbers of the other slaves, curled up in their cages. But the coast is clear. Now is the time to act. He turns the handle and pushes open the kitchen door. The room is dark. He gropes for the light switch, finds it, flicks it. Suddenly She is there; standing there in a black silk gown in the bright light, staring at him. He falls to his knees. Hides his face from Her in shame.

Moments pass for him in silent torment.

Eventually Mistress speaks.

"Look at me," She says softly. She is almost whispering.

She pulls him by the hair until he is looking up into those familiar dark eyes.

"Please forgive me," he stammers. "I was hungry and could not sleep."

She tightens Her grasp on his hair. He watches the movement of Her ruby lips as she mouths the words.

"Slave, you know the punishment for disobedience." She lets go of his hair.

"I do," he says.

He bows his head.