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What’s For Dinner?What’s For Dinner?(December2004)No healthy person, it appears, can fail to make some addition that might be called perverse to the normal sexual aim; and the universality of this finding is in itself enough to show how inappropriate it is to use the word perversion as a term of reproach.Sigmund FreudIt was nearing dinnertime and Master would be coming home shortly. She ran to get ready, quickly showered while making sure not a drop of soap touched between her legs — it was his wish to have her display the signs of her sluttiness … but also, she suspected, he loved her sweet private aroma — and shaved herself bare.His wish and desire were for her to greet him as his whore, and so she hurriedly pulled on stockings, garter belt, short black skirt and a tight low-cut sweater that looked more like fishing net. Jokingly, she pulled her nipples through the little holes out of the shirt … what fun is an unsullied whore? She put on makeup; blood red lips and dark midnight eyes made her face look like a mask of wantonness. türbanlı bartın escort She appraised herself in the mirror…. when he had bought her this “costume”, she had blushed and thought she would look awful, a gross caricature of femininity. Looking at herself now, she realized how far she’d come in so short a time …she liked looking so sexy and trashy. She liked the humiliation of it, the degradation of declaring herself purchasable. The ancient and basic equation never failed to work: what a man can buy he can also own …a whore is a woman for sale, objectified, low and filthy … a man has an ultimate freedom and control with a whore, he can do exactly as he pleases. But more fundamental and primary is a woman declaring herself as a man’s personal slave and property …it is an all-inclusive “gift certificate”. She pranced in front of the mirror, ecstatic with her sex appeal, and fantasized of a cock stuffed deep inside her and being taken in every hole. She saw herself fastened tight türbanlı bartın escort bayan into a gallows-like contraption, a harness around her middle that attached like a leash so she could not escape and another leash attached to her collar so that she could not revert her head and mouth from the continuous and brutal onslaught…cock entering her mouth, her ass, her cunt, and all she could do was take it … all she wanted to do was take it.She heard the key in the lock and abandoned her reveries to kneel by the door, concentrating on the immediate reality. When it opened she was ready, “Hello Master. I hope you had a good day and I hope I can make it better by being a good slave. I offer you my mouth to use as your own personal vessel for any liquid you choose…Please fill my mouth up full …Please make sure I swallow it all without spilling, Master…” He was looking at her. Had she made a good offer? She knew that it pleased him for her to offer humiliating things, but had türbanlı escort bartın she done her best? It was so difficult for her to voice her desires and needs ….He smiled approvingly, stepped inside, closed the door with a thud that made her shudder in anticipation, and told her to open her mouth like a good slut. She beamed and opened wide – surely he would have asked for better if he thought she hadn’t done her best- while Master took his cock out, brushed it against her lips then held it with the head just inside her mouth.Her tongue stretched out to greet his cock, she instinctively began to lick the tip of it covering the head with wet warm circles … delicious was the best word she could ever describe the taste and the smell of her Owner. “Did I tell you to move? Did I tell you to suck it?” she heard her Master’s quiet but stern voice. Astonished, she knew better then to look up or to question …holding her breath, she stopped … silent and motionless she waited for what is to come. This is what she lived for … the whole Universe shrunk to the dimensions of the entrance hall and she wanted for nothing outside that. Only this — to feel alive … only him — to be all woman.“If we could call this hors d’oeuvre”, the kneeling girl mused … wetting her lips with a quivering tongue in mix of excited anticipation, fear and delight “what will he make me feast on for the main course tonight?”

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