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A Dominant´s chance
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A Dominant´s chance The spiked leather<b> leash </font></b>stared with flat out irony at the sub from the kennel wall, more alluring than any karat. Just enough out of reach to tease him to the brink of twisted submission madness. And he welcomed it with all his heart, tugging at his ruthlessly shackled red swollen cock as he tried to reach for it on the opposite wall to his pet house. Bloody purple veins screamed at the boy as he stretched his arms, puling on the full extent of the cock´s chain, relishing on the thoughts of the needles on the inside of the<b> leash </font></b>against his marked and owned neck. He knew, however, that he could not reach the object of his craving, or maybe he could, seeing that his hands were not bound, but knowing that his MIstress would realise it as soon as She stormed the premises. Not that he minded his Mistress' play, because he understood too well that every moment of every minute of every day was strictly and purposely managed to a cold efficiency. EVERYTHING had a time, a purpose and a place, and failing to acknowledge that woulld mean severe punishment. He loved it and welcomed all of it, especially the subtle bewitching smile on Mistress´ face on the most crucial moments. She did not wear a grin, scornful looks, a frown, whatever, She exerted absolute control of Her actions towards Her sub with absolute and definitive control. And that is what Made Her so special a Dominant and the most efficient slave trainer for miles around. Men obssessed about Her, craved for a cruel existence at her complete mercy, but it took a special someone to really inspire and understand the true essence of Twisted Mistress. Tim, his former name ( he forsook his identity in exchange for a new life ), was that person indeed. He remembered the day they met for the first time, when Her grip tightened over his mind to never let go. The kitchen clock pointers hammered slowly at his head from beyond the door, reminding him of the slow passing of time until Mistress´ return. It could be one minute from now, or it could be hours away, it was just another of Mistress´ twisted and clever games. She knew what it meant to be Her, to rule, to be everything a true Dominant is and should be, and made sure Her pet never forget it. * * * * It was a rainy day outside the window when a well dressed, well groomed Female entered tim´s coffee shop. With sure manners She closed Her umbrella as male stares tried to cross deep green blue eyes, but never did - a discreet movement of Her head was all it took to put them in their place and back to their business. Only Tim could not keep himself away from staring, everything else in the world a mere annyoance he would not recognize at the moment. She raised Her umbrella in Tim´s general direction and he left his work, mesmerised and confused, to obbey this stranger´s unspoken request. Her umbrella and coat fit perfectly into his helpful hands. She stared deeply into his soul with a straight face and he knew his destiny was calling him from the depths of a new exciting dark world. - Fetch me a coffee boy. Those were Her first words, branded deeply in his mind ( and other parts of his body) so they would never forget the day they met. That voice was enough to jolt Tim from his stupor, soft spoken words with a twist of ice and almost imperceptible sinister promises. She turned away toward the counter like nothing happened, lips slightly curling in the process as Her peripheral vision registered the jerky movements of a promising prey busily storing away Her belongings. To Her surprise, a creamy cappuccino was in front of Her almost instantly, and it was probaly the first and only time Tim could remember ever Seeing his MIstress showing a few teeth, barely above a composed smile. - I´ve being watching you boy. She fell silent, raising Her cup and quietly sipping the Foam. Without losing composure the meaningful sound of glass hitting the floor reached Her ears and cleared all doubts in Her mind, if there were still any. From the corner of Her eyes, Tim´s Mistress saw the busy prospect cleaning up his mess, right outside the counter. Loosing interest in the half sipped coffee, She crouched in front of the boy´s red cheeks, ignoring curious stares all around the tables, and took his hand with a gentle but feline reflex, squeezing it with abnormal strenght, enjoying the look of pain it elicited. The She went a little further and dropped the young milky hand over the broken shards pressing it hard. Pain intensified on The boy´s visage, but he never complained or even whimpered, his expression torn between pain and pleasure. A few drops of blood fell down when she let go, whispers rising from the closest costumers. - I know a little about what you like and I can help you find what you are looking for. Her permanent smile came to his life for the first time. His Mistress kissed the bruised hand and licked some of the blood, nodding in approval of the positive signs of submission of his body language. Rising, She put a firm hand on his shoulder, pinning him down while outstretching the otherm and only then releasing the grip. He took her Hand in silent obbedience and understanding, standing on his feet to be taken out the door to a new life and world |
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