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Subject: {ASSM} Submission, The Passion Of A Slave {Master of Calenture} (MDom no sex spanking)
Date: Thu,  6 Dec 2001 02:10:05 -0500
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"Submission, The Passion of a Slave"
  by Master of Calenture

   
   Master opens his eyes and adjust them to the morning
sunrise creeping across the carpet from the glass of the
sliding doors. He reaches and pats the warm empty space
where his slave was snuggled and realizes that she has
gotten up earlier. Pulling back the covers, He throws his
feet over the side of the bed and feels the fuzziness of the
carpet. Smelling the aroma of the morning coffee, Master
follows it to the kitchen and sits at his place by the end
of the table.

   Slave is adorned with her black collar and short red
silk robe exposing her upper thighs just the way her Master
likes it. She shivers from the vigor of his stare upon her
and hurries across the room with his coffee. Kneeling at his
feet, she lowers her head and reaches out and says "Good
morning Master, your coffee."

   Master relieves his slave from the hot cup and bids her,
"That will be all for now." He smiles and sips his coffee
thinking that it has been just over a year that his slave
had come to him. He knew just after a few hours of training
that she would become his ultimate slave. He saw just how
much desire and passion that was driving her to work so hard
to please him.

   Rising, slave goes back to preparing her Master's
breakfast. She had gotten up extra early to make sure
everything was just right for him. She had laid out the
morning newspaper on the table and made sure he didn't have
to wait for his coffee. She felt the warmth from the love in
her Master's eyes because of her service just as she has
felt the chill of his mastery and the sting of his whip.

   Master senses his slave standing behind his paper
waiting to serve him his breakfast. He keeps her waiting for
a moment, then folds his paper and lays it aside. He nods to
his slave and she gently places his favorite breakfast in
front of him and refills his cup. She stands next to him
with her head lowered and her hands behind her back. He
tells her "You may sit," and she joins him at her place at
the table.

   After breakfast slave clears off the table while Master
finishes reading his paper. She goes to the back bedroom
suite and runs his bath making sure it is the right
temperature for him. She begins to lay out his clothes for
the day and feels the presence of her Master even before he
enters the room. She quickly kneels as her reflexes take
over and begins to remove his clothes, preparing him for his
bath. After she has removed his robe, she stays kneeling
with her head lowered and waits for him. She tries not to
glance up and look at his hard cock as she feels a throb
deep between her legs knowing how much pleasure Master gives
her. She cannot conceal the moisture increasing between the
smooth folds of her shaven pussy, His mark of ownership. Her
hunger for the place of utmost pleasure that leads to the
center of her own sexuality takes hold of her senses.

   Master reaches down with his strong hands and grabs his
slave by her hair, tilting her head up. He manipulates
slaves nipples inducing them taunt and hard through the
tension of his grip. Just his touch quickly sets the
kindling of want and need into desire. He leans down and
softly kisses her lips parting them with his tongue.
Tormenting her with a shudder of compulsion and urgency.

   Master retreats his hand as slave slumps her head to her
posture of submission and obedience. He voices his command,
"Your position slave." She immediately rotates around and
places her cheek to the carpet and crosses her arms over her
head. She arches her back so her ass is pushed in the air as
her silk robe slides over her hips exposing her trails of
wetness down her parted thighs. The ensuing sound she hears
is Master pulling back the shower curtain and stepping into
his bath.

   Slaves eyes widen at the sound of Master in his bath.
"You bastard," surges within her mind between her yearning
for release from her shackled pleasure. She took a deep
breath pondering if she had screamed it out loud for Master
to hear. Knowing what Master would do with his leather strap
if she had.

   Her focus was now one of confusion. Has she done
something to upset Master. He has never taken his bath
without her swabbing him. Ordinarily she would preparing him
for the day. That was her duty. She wanted to run and kneel
to ask if she has displeased him in some sort of way but she
knew that leaving her position without permission would
bring some method of punishment.

   Master stepped from his bath and dried off with his
towel that slave had laid out next to hers. He smiled and
wrapped himself. Walking behind his slave still in her
position, He could discern that she was lost in a world of
confusion. He drew back his hand and smacked her on the ass
transforming her back to the present. She jumped at the
sting and carefully checked her stance making sure she was
in her perfect position that she was disciplined to render.

   Master left his slave in her position and dressed while
he voiced his instructions for the day. He gazed at the
contour of her ass as he groomed himself in the mirror
beholding the bright red mark where his hand landed. He put
on his tie and grabbed his briefcase and uttered, "Greet
your Master." Slave immediately jumped up from her position
and shrouded his neck with her arms . The savor from his
kiss tingled down her neck and spine traveling to her source
of quintessence.

   After Master departed for work, slave made a new bath
and added her special bubbles. She slowly opened her silk
robe and slithered into the warm water knowing this was free
time to do whatever pleased herself. She leaned back and was
swallowed up in the firmness and yet softness of the
bubbles. Smiling, she compared everything to her
relationship with Master, firm but soft.

   Slave felt the sensation from the bubbles and gravitated
back to the day after her training. The day she committed
herself totally to Master. She had reached home tired from a
hard days work and lazily walked in. She looked at the clock
and enlightened herself Master will understand if she is a
few minutes late. She walked to the back and took a long
shower reminding herself she had already been late twice
this week.

   Slave had just stepped out of the shower and was drying
off when she heard Master shouting, "Where is my slave?" She
scurried to the door and espied his leather strap already in
his hand. She quickly moved to her position with her cheek
to the floor and felt the burn of the first strike advancing
across her ass.

   "Don't you understand Master has trained you to be a
proper slave." She nodded her head and listened how he was
going to educate her once and for all to heed his authority.
She grasped the carpet as a shudder lingered down her spine
knowing Master was furious at her. She knew tonight would be
a night she would never forget. Her conviction clamored as
he summoned her back to reality with a hard slap of the
leather strap over her already burning ass cheeks.

   The echo of leather and flesh permeated the house as her
grip clutched tighter. A current of tears rolled down her
cheeks and soaked the carpet as she cried out. She retained
her position in horror by virtue of openly disrespect
towards Master was subjected to slave being released.

   Her ass reddened with welts and burned with heat as
Master persisted to punish his slave. The sting journeyed to
her heart where she felt the most pain from disappointment
in herself rather then Masters punishment. She found herself
pushing up her pelvis to greet Masters strap in
gratification releasing her disappointment.

   Slaves body cried out in tears begging for more and
screaming for less. The passion flowed between her legs to
her temple of ecstasy making it throb. She was crying and
moaning until she was lost in a sea of emotions. She didn't
know when Master had seized her hips and entered her from
behind. It was the sting of his hips smacking her painful
reddened ass cheeks not the strap. Master moaned and
collapsed next to slave holding her in his arms running his
fingers through her hair.

   She splashed the bubbly water against her breast as she
remembered that was the very first time Master lead her to
the nucleus of her own soul of emotions. The essence where
she couldn't find alone, where only she escaped from.

   Slave stepped from her warm bath and reached for a
towel. Sliding her hands down her firm thighs chasing the
trails of water. She parted her legs and patted her Masters
pleasure dry as it reacted to her own touch giving away her
excitement. Sitting in her chair at her make up table, slave
laid out all of her favorite colors and applied it as Master
has taught her to do.

   Slave reached for her Masters favorite shorts for his
slave. She pulled the black tight leather over her thighs
and let out a soft moan as the four inch dildo slid past her
lips and entered her. After snapping the shorts, she
positioned the dildo and smiled at the feeling between her
legs. She pulled the matching halter top over her head and
grabbed her nipple rings pulling them through the opening.
Zipping up her halter, slave wiggled her Master's breast
filling the cups. Slave looked in the mirror admiring her
reflection. Her pierced nipples were exposed for when Master
came home and the moist feeling between her legs reminded
her that she belongs to Master.


                        -- The End --


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