The Key
Posted in journal, story on June 14th, 2010 by Sir ZoomerIn a distant part of her slave consciousness she is aware that her pussy is reacting constantly with an ache and longing and is already wet, She makes a low slow moan, closing her eyes for a brief second then refocusing she stares intently at the screen finding it hard to take her eyes of the small brass key dangling from the jumble of keys in front of her. The key to the slave’s collar is held between Master’s thumb and forefinger. It’s hard not to look, this is what connects her to Him, it’s what marks her as being owned as His property. Well, maybe not the key but the key is held by Him and is a symbol of the power and the only thing that can unlock the collar around the slave’s neck. She glances towards Master and smiles whilst at the same time her fingers imperceptibly creep to her collar and curl around it, she’s barely aware of the gesture but He is and He smiles in acknowledgment of the gesture.
“What are you slave?” His voice low and powerful – it pulls her out of her trance
“Your property Master”
“And what else, what does that mean?”
“It means, i am owned by You Master and Yours to do with as You wish” she looks into his eyes, moaning as she pauses briefly wanting desperately to touch her wet pussy “Yours to use, the collar is a representation of Your ownership, to show people that this slave is owned and is property of Master and the collar should not be removed.”
He smiles in acknowledgment “Good girl”.
Written by My slave, 10 April 2010.
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/// © Master Zoomer
/// “The Key”
/// June 12, 2010
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Enjoy “sustenance” also.