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Subject: Story - Revised La Kajira
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Hello. If you liked the first version of La Kajira I hope you like
this one. I rewrote it for submission to a magazine. It was what the
wanted done to it.
Also, visit my web sites. I think you might like them. I will be
redoing them soon.
Carol
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http://www.bestinx.com
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LA KAJIRA
By Carol Parsons
“Have I ever whipped you?” Master put his hand on my arm firmly. He
was strong and powerful. He was a true warrior.
“No, Master,” I said, shivering inside.
“Maybe I should sometime.” He looked directly into my eyes. I felt
weak near him. I could scarcely breath.
“Yes, Master.” I was under his control. He owned me. His wishes
were my commands. I was his slave. He was my Master.
Master touched my bare skin sending a need through me. I wanted him
as I could never want another.
“Come, slave,” he said roughly.
“Yes, Master.” I followed behind at his feet.
I read the story on a Domination/submission web site that my
boyfriend, Larry had sent me, too. He loved the idea of being my Master
and me, his slave. I had not been thrilled about it until I went to
that site. I couldn’t stop reading it. The girl in the story was truly
the Master’s property. She was his slave.
I put the book down, breathing heavily. I squirmed in bed. My hand
squeezed the heat between my legs. I wanted Larry. I wanted to know
what it was like to be his like that. To do as asked of me. I wanted
to be completely pleasing to him at all times. I wanted to be owned. I
wanted him to tell me what to do for him. I yearned for him to fuck me
with the power of a warrior.
Larry was much the same as the warrior in the story. He was 50 and
experienced not only in sex, but in life. He was a cowboy. He was
rough if he had to be. He had long hair and bright blue eyes that could
see through and hold mine. A black cowboy hat tilted in front helped
give off the aura of toughness. I had to look up over a foot to see his
face. He had the lines of a man with many stories to tell. I felt that
he was as powerful as the warrior and just as dominating.
I picked up the phone just then and dialed Larry. “I want you,” I
said when he answered the phone. “I want to be your slave girl,
Master. Take me.”
“I will be right there,” he said, and hung up.
I got in the shower thinking of what would happen when he arrived.
I ran my hands seductively down my body, over the soft curves of my
flesh, my still firm, aching breasts. I took my fingertips and ran them
over my hips, then to the Auburn hair between my legs. My finger felt
my clit, pushed inside my wanting hole and back out again. I put my
finger in my mouth and sucked. Master would love a taste of my
lubricant. I smiled.
Larry knocked at the door a few minutes after I was out of the
shower. I opened the door smiling. He walked in without being asked.
“Perfect,” he said. He took hold of my shoulders. His eyes moved
over my naked body.
“Kneel, kajira!” Master ordered. Kajira was another name for slave.
Without hesitation I gracefully dropped to my knees at his feet. I
lowered my lips and kissed his feet.
I sat back on my heels spreading my thighs so wide he could see the
pink folds of my slave heat. I sat so straight my shoulders were back
and breasts up high. My hands rested on my thighs, palms up. I could
smell the sweet, soft scent of my pussy juices beginning to flow.
Larry held a golden metal collar with his initials carved into it up
by my neck. “What will you offer me in return for my collar?”
“This girl offers to serve Master’s every whim, to be pleasing to
him at all times.” Slaves could not use the word I. For they were no
longer their own person. They were owned.
“Good, my slave. What will be your duty to me?” He asked.
“Absolute obedience, Master.”
“Rise,” he commanded.
I obeyed moving quickly, subtly to my bare feet before him. I was
trembling inside yearning for him to take me. He did not smile. He
controlled.
I held my head high, chin up. He clasped the collar to my throat.
There was a lock for which to release it. Only Master held the key.
“I am your Master. You will obey only me.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come, slave,” again, he commanded of me, and I followed.
I followed him to my bedroom. Furs draped my bed. Handcuffs were
attached to each corner.
Master took me firmly into his arms holding me securely against his
chest. He kissed me hard. His knee went between my legs. I rubbed my
already wet cunt against his knee. I could think of only my Master.
He picked me up like a feather in his hand and laid me on the bed.
The feel of the fur against my bare skin drove me sexually wild. I
squirmed in it before him. He roughly handcuffed my arms and feet to
the bed. I stared at him.
“You like that, don’t you, my little one?” He asked, standing by
the bed slowly peeling off his clothing.
“Yes, Master. It is wonderfully seductive.”
He smiled with an evil glow in his eyes. He turned and left the
room. I laid on the furs provocatively chained up needing to be
pleased. How could my Master leave me there craving him so incredibly?
I squirmed in the fur. My mind reeled. My pussy ached. Nearly
fifteen minutes passed before he returned to me. I needed to be fucked
horribly by then. He stood by the side of the bed glaring at me. I saw
in him an animal that I had never seen before. He hungered for me. He
wanted to eat me alive. I could see it in his eyes. I could feel his
power over me.
He slapped the auburn mound so hard it stung. I gasped. Then he
let the tip of his dick run so softly through the hairs I quivered.
Master suddenly glued his face to my deep slit. The pink lips
opened to let him bite on the aching bulb. I flinched with pain at
first, but just as sudden did I want him to do it again.
“Bite on me, Master. Please.”
He bit even harder this time. His fingers buried themselves into
the hole that swallowed them up. I could hear the suction of my flesh
holding them inside of me. I felt as if I were someone else. His
strength had captured me. I would do anything now. I humped on his
fingers madly feeling at least two of them inside. I wanted to be
filled. I wanted to feel the pressure of having his entire hand in me.
“Force your hand in me, Master. Fill me up. Oh, hurt me with
pleasure. Please,” I yelled.
I needed it. I needed the pain and pleasure of what he was giving
me. It was so intense. I thought at first that his hand would rip me
open. He played with my clit with his teeth at the same time. He bit
it, then licked from side to side as hard as he could. The walls of my
cunt grew so lubricated that his hand fit after just a few minutes.
“More! Yes, Master.” I could not think. I could only feel the
intense force that took me over. The furs beneath me made my body
shake. I could hardly take it. I rasped for breath. His entire hand
delved deep along the walls of my flesh. He found my glorious spot that
he indulged harsh pleasure upon. He moved at it with a finger quick and
fierce.
Master looked up at my face. I had tears in my eyes begging to be
released. I had to cum. He kept his fist turning between my thighs.
Without warning he put his small finger into my ass.
“Oh, Master,” I moaned. My body glistened in perspiration. The
small curves of my hips moved in quick thrusts meeting his hand. My
breasts bounced subtly.
Master reached up to my breast. He bit down on my nipple. It
hardened instantly.
“Do you want me, slave? Do you want me to let this beautiful little
slut of mine have the orgasm her body desires?”
I looked into the eyes of this hard, strong man that possessed me.
I didn’t care what he did to me. I didn’t care if it hurt my throbbing
pussy.
“Yes, Master, release me,” I cried. Tears streamed openly down my
cheeks.
He removed his hand from me. Master gripped his cock in his hand
teasing me. I could see the head fully swelled. He crawled up
straddling my chest. “Do you want this cock?” He asked, torturing me.
“Yes, Master. Please.”
“You will satisfy me with your mouth, and if you do a good job, I
will allow you to cum.”
“Yes, Master. Yes.”
He put his cock to my mouth rubbing it over my lips. My tongue
circled the head of it. I heard his moans. I wished to be released
from my bonds so I could touch him, tickle his balls and hips.
“Master, please let me touch you,” I begged.
“Like this?” He et his fingertips run over his balls, his hips, his
inner thighs. I moaned watching him. He forced his cock into my mouth
deeply. In and out it went while my tongue circled it. He continued
touching his thin body while I stared.
Abruptly, Master pulled his shaft from my mouth tracing a line down
between my breasts, over my stomach to my sweet opening. He put it to
my clit. As hard as he could, he rubbed it over. My hips moved from
side to side.
“Fuck me, Master. This slave begs for you to force your way into my
tunnel.”
With one quick movement the rod of power was down in me till I felt
his balls hit my ass.
I yelled as he hit hard against the back of me.
“Suck it deep,” he groaned.
He slammed into me moving me over the soft fur. I felt the heat
traveling through my existence. An electricity began at my toes and
worked its way up into my head as an orgasm devoured me. I blanked out
as the most intense climax escaped my loins. My cunt dripped with cum.
I screamed, barely breathing. His body tensed up as his own sperm shot
through my body. Master bit my nipple out of control.
He moved still hard inside of me for a long moment. His hips moved
with mine. He reached up at the cuffs and let me go. I wrapped my arms
around him tightly.
“You are mine as I see fit. Do not forget or you will be punished,”
he whispered in my ear.
“La Kajira, Master,” I whispered back, meaning I was his female
slave girl.
I knew this only to be the beginning of my slave adventures. In the
coming weeks I was to learn of many new things that I never thought I
could abide by, but they would turn out to be very exciting.
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