It was simply the use of a slave. The most natural place in the world for me to be would, from now on, be on my knees, my wrists locked behind my back... my mouth buried in my Mistress' cunt.My erection had returned earlier and was growing more rampant. Little more than a touch would set me off. Until this morning, that meant pleasure for me. When teased, stimulated and abused, I became more aroused, in expectation of a more dramatic climax, and in the anticipation caused by not knowing when and. She wore her skirts at the sixteen inch length, and in their black nylon encasing her legs appealed to him exquisitely. He would gamble that she caught his dallying gaze... but in truth, he didn't know what he was doing, he was that distraught in his frustration; and he was pleased when she left for the day, taking one last, long suggestive glance toward him before she closed the door behind her."Darling, we're having good old fashioned American steak for dinner. Does that please you? I sent. As I had stated in NOH I was extremely enraged at the Christian god for ignoring me. When I say enraged I mean the Hulk on a rampage would be considered slightly ticked in comparison. My friend who has walked through this entire mess with me said to me: “I know why God’s ignoring you.”Me:”Why, other than the fact I’m an asshole?”Friend: “You killed God. You’ve spent your entire life searching for wisdom. You’ve studied religion, magick, psychology, all of it. You killed your belief in god long. I reached back and spread my pussy lips."Yes, this slut is still a virgin...for now," the thought getting me wet.I moved my hands to my ass and spread my cheeks."This one has just had some old man's fat finger in it."I decided to stop playing around, walked into my sister's room and into her closet and found a pretty sundress, cream colored with pink flowers all over it, something that you couldn't pay me to normally wear, but today I felt like being a little girl and add a little bit of.