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La Kajira (dom)
by Carol Parsons <myescape@voyager.net>
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Hello. I wrote erotic fantasy for pleasure and for a living. I also do
phone sex for a living. This story is to give you an idea of what kind
of imagination I have and how erotic I can be. :) Maybe you will find
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story.
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LA KAJIRA
By Carol Parsons
I had heard of Domination/submission before, but had never tried
it. I had thought it was pain, humiliation, and things which I thought
I could not abide by. I had known men who were dominating, who would
tie up their slave and hurt them. The slave woman would obey their
Masters, do as they were asked without question. I had never thought I
could be that way. I knew very little of all of it, I had to admit. I
found myself wanting to learn. I was about to know the pleasure in a
having a strong Master. I was about to become 'owned".
I looked into the subject of D/s at the library, talking to friends,
and on the Internet. What I found was that D/s was not bondage and
pain. It was love, honor, and obedience. It could also be bondage and
whippings, but that was the next level. I was not to get into that just
yet.
Larry was strong and dominating. He liked things to be his way. He
was not above compromise, but he would much rather have things go the
way he wanted them, too. He bought me a collar made of silver with a
lock upon the front of it. His initials were engraved on the front
showing that I would now be his.
We would have a private ceremony between him and I. It was held in
his home in front of the fire.
Larry put on music to indicate the start of the ceremony. Slowly I
walked toward him, my slender hips swaying from side to side. I was
nude as all slave were kept. This was for the pleasure of one's
Master. A slave was to be pleasing at all times. My breasts, ample in
size, gently bounced as I moved to him. My nipples were hard from the
excitement of it all. My pussy was wet and had been trimmed nicely. I
stood there in front of him for his appraisal. My back was ever so
straight, shoulders back, head held high.
"Kneel, little kajira," my Master ordered in a soft, deep voice.
Kajira was another name for slave, which I would hold dear.
Without hesitation I gracefully went to my knees before him. I
lowered my lips to his feet kissing them softly, then resting my cheek
on them.
"I surrender myself to you, Master. All that I have is yours, all
that I am is for you. Take me, dear Master."
Larry wore a black shirt accentuating his muscles. Black pants
draped his tall, slender frame. I could see the outline of his
excitement through them. I smiled knowing I could make him want me. I
knew he could take care of me and protect me. I longed for such
protection and strength.
"What will you offer me in return for my collar, beautiful kajira?"
I sat back on my heels which were pressed against my hot pussy. My
palms were upright on my thighs. My back was still very straight. I
parted my knees as wide as I could showing him my heat which I offered
gratefully.
"This girl offers to serve Master's every whim, to be pleasing to
him at all times. She is to love, honor, and obey Master every moment
of every day." Slaves were not supposed to refer to themselves as I.
We were not I anymore. We were a part of our Master.
I looked up at him showing I meant every word I said to him. My
Master was good-looking to me. He was nearly 50 years old, but well
kept. His hair was gray, yet it made him look distinguished. His blue
eyes seemed to look deep into mine holding me there at his attention.
"Good, my slave. What will be your duty to me?" He asked, towering
over me.
"Absolute obedience, Master." I knew that I could probably never be
completely obedient no matter how hard I tried or wanted to be. I would
do my best for him though and I knew that was all Master wanted of me.
"Rise, little kajira."
I obeyed moving quickly, subtly to my bare feet before him. I was
trembling inside yearning for this hard man before me. There was no
smile, only a hard, straight face.
Master took the collar and held it up to my neck. I held my head
high, chin up. There was a smile on my face. My blue eyes gleamed with
happy tears.
"From this day forward you will wear my collar upon your neck. You
will love and obey only me. You will be mine for the taking."
"Yes, Master." I was spinning in happiness. I yearned to have him
near me, to feel his warmth, his need. I had become more wet than I
imagined I could be from kneeling wide-legged for his eyes to devour.
Master placed the two inch wide collar upon my neck locking it
shut. It fit snuggling. I would wear it proudly. I knew outside in
public I would probably not wear it, nor would I walk the streets nude.
Here in our apartment I would do the best I could for him.
"This slave will wear it proudly, Master."
"From now on you will privately wear the name 'princess'. For that
is what you are to me, little one."
"Thank you, Master."
Master took me firmly into his arms holding me securely against his
chest. He kissed me hard showing I was his. His knee went between my
legs firmly, but not painfully. I rubbed my already wet pussy against
his knee. I was happier than I had ever been. I could think of only my
Master, of pleasing him to the fullest, of the yearning between my legs.
Master was strong, vital. He could take me anyway that he saw fit
to please himself. I was his slave, his pet, and his toy.
"This slave begs to please you, Master."
"From the feel of the wetness against my leg, I would say this
kajira begs to be pleased herself."
"Yes, Master, but also to please you. Command me."
Master picked me up as if I were a feather in his hand. I was thin,
but shapely. My breasts were large. My pussy held the same Auburn
color hair which draped about my shoulders proving to him that I was a
true red-head. My arms were wrapped around him. My face was cuddled in
the nape of his neck. My long legs were over his muscular arms.
He laid me on his bed which he had lined with soft furs. The feel
of the fur against my bare skin drove me sexually wild. I squirmed it
before him.
"You like that, don't you, my little one?" He asked, standing by
the bed over me. He slowly began removed his clothing.
"Yes, Master. It is wonderfully seductive."
Master took out two sets of handcuffs and smiled at me. I knew he
would not hurt me. Without saying a word, he handcuffed me to the head
and foot of the bed. I was open now for all of his pleasure. He was
showing his power over me. He would take me this night as never before.
He winked at me, smiled nearly evil, then left the room. I laid on
the furs provocatively chained up needing to be pleased. How could my
Master leave me there yearning so incredibly for him? I squirmed in the
fur. My mind was reeling, my pussy aching. It was nearly 15 minutes
before he returned to me. I needed him horribly by then.
Master had a bottle of Champaign with him, but no glasses.
"Master, this slave begs of you to please her." My pussy hurt from
the awful yearning. I was soaking wet for him and he knew it.
He knew what he was doing to me. He knew every moment that I laid
handcuffed to his bed of furs, it drove me crazy with desire.
He poured droplets of Champaign over my body. My nipples were
hard. Champaign rested in my belly button over my firm stomach, on the
hairs of my pussy. I squirmed more. I could barely breath. I had
wanted to cum so very much.
He lowered himself over my body. His tongue began licking my lips,
down my neck, over my nipples. His body was just over mine laying the
length of me. I could feel his warmth, his strength. I moaned aloud
trying to rub my pussy against him, but he didn't let me. He continued
the licking, nibbling.
"Oh, Master. Please me."
"On the contrary, kajira. I am pleasing me." He rubbed his cock
against my wet pussy over my clit with teasing perfection. I could feel
the hardness. He was pleased with what he was doing to me. "I have
complete power over you. You will only cum when I command it of you,"
he said.
"Yes, Master," I said, breathlessly. I could barely stand what was
happening to me. I never thought I would have to cum so bad.
I moved over his cock trying to force it inside me.
"No, little slave. Not now," he said, taking his cock from my
pussy. He crawled up and straddled my chest. "Do you want this cock?"
His hand gripped the organ, stroking it slowly.
"Yes, Master. Please!" I nearly yelled, aching.
"You will please 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 him moan. I wished I was untied so I
could touch him, tickle his balls and hips.
"Master, please let me touch you."
"Like this?" He let his fingertips run over his balls, his hips,
his inner thighs. I moaned watching him. He forced his cock into my
moth deeply. In and out it went while my tongue circled it. He
continued touching his thin body. "Oh, little kajira, yes."
Then suddenly he pulled his cock from my mouth tracing a line down
between my breasts, over my stomach. I thought he would finally enter
me yet his lips went between my legs. I closed my eyes, my mind numb in
desire. I felt his tongue moving over my pussy, inside at my clit. I
moaned moving my hips. He got up letting my legs loose. He bent my
knees, spreading my legs as wide as he could. Master dove at my pussy,
burying his face over my clit. He bit at it, licked at it, forced his
fingers up inside me. It would only take a moment to cum. My body
shook with the most intense orgasm I ever thought I could have as it
approached.
Without warning Master pulled away. His cock moved over my clit.
"Fuck me, Master. Please." I could take it no longer. I had to
cum.
"Yes, slave." He forced his cock so deep inside of me I screamed in
pleasure.
"More, Master. This slave begs for more."
His intense power was more vivid to me than I had ever seen before
in him. He fucked me with force. He bit my nipples.
"Cum, kajira, cum," Master ordered.
I shook from head to toe with the strongest orgasm in my life. I
felt the warmth of his cum invading my insides. I heard him yell with
pleasure. My pussy muscles hugged his cock tightly.
Master moved still hard inside of me for long moments after. His
hips moving with mine. He reached up at the cuffs letting me go. I
wrapped my arms around him snuggly.
"You are wonderful, Master. Thank you for having me." Tears of joy
ran from my cheeks. "I will forever do as you ask of me. I love you,
Master."
"La Kajira," he spoke to me, meaning I was a true slave girl. "I
love you, too, princess."
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.