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 Part of the Whole, by Kyrah Jade Kayles, the BlueMyst Date Written:
December 21, 2004 Story codes: MF, D/s, nc

   Part 1.

   My journey began as I looked into the mirror, and said simply: I belong
to him.  I had fought saying that for so long that i didn't believe it, but
my body disagreed with me.  Now he had transcended to Master, and I took
the sight of my pussy soaked with juices as a sign that this was a very
good thing.

   Slut.

   I rolled the word on my tongue, thinking it over.  This is who I am now.
No, that's not accurate.  Slut is what I have been, what I enjoy being.  I
enjoy sex, to the point that until I get it, it is all I can think of.  My
prudish female peers have never experienced the joy attached to watching a
man grow hard at your mere presence, or tasted the salty pearls of a man's
climax on their tongues.  A pity, really.  More for me.

   Master.

   Master is all my art to me now.  I rise in the morning, with thoughts of
my tongue swirling over the tip of his cock, a simple tease before my lips
tighten and I consume him whole, my head sliding up and down his shaft,
until he rewards me with his hot, sticky cum.  Sometimes he will pull out
of my mouth and get some of his cum over my cheeks, lips, and forehead. 
Other times he will make me open my mouth and he will cum directly onto my
tongue.  I swallow down, of course; he is offering me a gift, and to spit
out such a thing is simply unthinkable.  Besides, I have no preference; I
am merely the canvas upon which Master expresses his desires.

   This afternoon is one where I am to myself.  Since Master is busy (slut
revolves around him, but not him around slut), I decided to relax and take
time for myself.  I got into the shower, grateful for the hot water.  I was
reciting little verses in my head, little mental reminders that I belong to
Master now.  The more I say it, the more it sets into my mind like
concrete. Master's slut.

   Slut at rest.

   I was in the middle of saying such verses, when I heard the shower
curtain being drawn back, with someone stepping into the shower behind me.
"Master?" I asked fearfully, hoping it is him.  His response is simply,
"Put your hands on the wall in front of you, my pet." Relief surges through
me.  It is Master, and he wishes to take me for his pleasure.

   Slut used again.

   I quickly complied, my hands up against the wall.  The warm water ran
down my back, and I was thankful that I always clean my pussy and ass first
before anything else.  I could feel his cock, already hard and at the
ready, sliding against the crack of my ass.  I attempted to lift my ass
higher, pushing my pussy up for his inspection.  Master chuckled.  "If I
wished to take your pussy, I would have position you differently.  Now be a
good slut and present your tight, beautiful ass to me." I hesitated, but
again complied.  A slut must be able to do as Master orders.  She exists to
please him, therefore her comfort must take a distant second to his needs
and desires.

   Functional slut.

   Master went slowly with me, pressing the head of his cock inside my
tight little ass.  I heard him grunt with satisfaction, pushing himself in
deeply.  I gasped, not used to the position or the pain.  My tight ass
began stretching, and I tightened up visibly.  "You know, pet, if you don't
relax, you make it harder on you, not me." I relaxed, and he carried on. 
The rhythm of his hips thrusting his meat into my ass was turning me on.  I
could hear an audible smacking sound as he pumping deeply inside me.  I
moaned, and he said calmly, "Good, slut.  I knew you would enjoy this." I
nodded, and gave in to sensation; every thrust, every slide out of my ass
sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

   Master at work.

   Master's hands found their way under my breasts, cupping them.  His
fingers explored the whole surface of my breast, stopping at the nipple of
pinch and tug at them.  "Master, that's going to make me cum..." I heard a
slight chuckle, his deep voice simply calling back, "Yep, that's the plan.
Cum for me, my dear slut." He continued to pinch at my nipples, and I lost
control (if I ever had control in the first place).  "Master!" I cried out,
my body twitching, my breasts bouncing up and down, while Master pounding
his meat home a few more times.  He filled me with his hot seed, and I
breathed deeply, my ass going from warm to unbelievably hot.  My pussy was
drenched in my juices, little rivers of arousal running a steady course
down my thighs.  He pulled me close to him, the two of us together, letting
the warm water wash us clean and refresh us for the next time around.

   Master and slut at rest.

   As Master held me, I no longer needed to fight anyone or anything.  Home
was here, right in his arms, right at his side, and right at his command.

   The End