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"Submission, The Passion of a Slave"

      by Master of Calenture

      (MDom no sex spanking)

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.

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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 slave's 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.

Slave's 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.

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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.

Slave's 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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