maybe i need to torture myself since there is no one else to do it. or you can take this as a cute and kinky little amusement as a gift to my loyal readers so they won't run from my sighs and tears. anyway, please enjoy this bit of grammatical fantasy.
23 April 2007
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All she can think about is cumming.
He has made sure of that.
He has tied her bound hands to the hook in the living room ceiling.
He stands before her, crop in hand, and grins sadistically.
He's been grinning sadistically for days now.
She is naked of course.
Naked and whimpering.
Her eyes are wet with tears.
Her cunt is wet, too.
"Conjugate 'cum' for me, kitten."
"To cum." Her voice chokes.
He, she, it cums.
You'all cum." (She always conjugates as if in French.)
He flicks the crop at her ass.
"But no, kitten. That's not right, is it?"
He hits her ass again.
Her voice is somewhat petulant, somewhat angry, definitely weepy, and
"i DON'T cum.
He cums, it cums, but she doesn't cum. Oh no.
We don't cum. Not any more.
Only YOU cum. All by yourself."
"That's right, kitten."
"I cum. You don't cum. Not unless I specifically allow it. Right?"
"OW!! Yes, Master. You cum. i don't cum."
"And why would I keep you from cumming?"
"i don't know any more! WHY??!!" she wails.
"Not the right answer. Try again, kitten."
"Because you can. To remind me that you can," she mumbles.
"And why can I?"
"Because my orgasms belong to you.
Because my cunt belongs to you."
"Because i am your slave.
my body is yours.
my soul is yours.
i am yours to use as you wish.
i am yours, and i must obey."
Her downcast eyes land on the crotch of his jeans.
He has taken out his cock.
He strokes it as she goes through her catechism.
Her mouth waters.
Her cunt burns.
But then, it has been burning for days.
"Why are you my slave, kitten?"
"Because i want to be..." very softly.
"Why, kitten? Why do you want to be my slave?"
"because..." she is sobbing openly now.
"Who owns you, kitten?!"
"YOU own me, John!
You KNOW you do!"