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i am a total slave, having no 'safe-word', rights, or means of escape - and i can't see the point of calling myself a slave if it were any other way.
i am a 'one man woman' and cannot imagine ever giving myself to any other man (or woman) unless instructed.
i have a strict contract, to which i adhere absolutely.
Even after so many years of slavery, i am pleased still to be required to be naked, except for collar and (mostly) cuffs, whenever i am alone with my Master.
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Scarpia came into my life some 34 years ago - there was an instant attraction, a strong sexual chemistry between us that sparked a bond so strong that defies explanation. He saw in me something i hadn't seen in myself - the raw material that would make a good slave if given the right coaching and training -- and He was the man to do it. We started off as great lovers and my tuition began gently in the art of learning what to do and how to please Him. Gradually, He taught me new skills to test my sexual prowess and push me further into new areas, bestowing on me the title of mistress which pleased me greatly. Scarpia also addresses me as His cow, and as "cat" (standing for His "cunt", "arse" and "tits") a name of which i am very proud (and the cat is therefore my slave-symbol).
As a "reward" for being such an eager and willing pupil, He has promoted me to his slave - a difficult role to fill but with His help and guidance, i know i can live up to it.
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A special Valentine poem for Scarpia written with great love and affection and from the heart ...
He is the man who
. can make me laugh, make me cry,
. takes me to the height of pleasure or the depths of despair
. can turn my legs to jelly at the very thought of Him
. can send my feelings crashing to the floor with a look or word
. makes my stomach churn when He enters the room and my juices flow at a simple touch
. makes me feel safe in His arms yet empty in His absence
. delights in taking pleasure from my body which is His and His alone
. is gentle and loving and caring but whose wrath i fear the most
. is constantly in my thoughts, when i am asleep and awake
. has high expectations which i strive to reach - He demands and deserves the very best of me
. i call Master and whom i love unconditionally
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This cow is the happy, long-term slave for love of Scarpia
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229-555-494's Ode on Scarpia
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My passion flickers, and ignites like a flame,
for when i am with Him, i know of no shame.
I melt and i open at the touch of His hand,
for He is my Master, my Lover, my Man.
He made me His slave; i had little choice;
my love-juice starts flowing at the sound of His voice.
Naked, i worship Him, down on my knees;
my spirit implores Him to let me just please;
my tongue licks my lips; i'm dying to suck,
in an effort to persuade Him to play in my muck.
He grows hard in my mouth; my particular thrill;
my Master, my Everything, fancies me still.
Together we lay; my heart's in my mouth
as he fondles my tits. But His hand soon moves south
to give me a second, and also a third,
so welcome intrusion; His fingers interred
inside my deepest, most intimate flesh.
He shows me no mercy; our bodies enmesh
till He has to accept that i'm really in need.
But i still have to work before He'll accede.
He poses me, well spread, my arse in the air;
i'm not allowed modesty, so my only care
is to show Him His options, to incite Him to fuck,
knowing full well that soon i will buck
and writhe, with spasms and groans,
as He takes His pleasure in that which He owns.
And then i may beg: "please fuck your cow";
the choice of my subways is His alone now;
a slave has no say in which furrow He'll plough.
He enters me so slowly; He's teasing me still,
with such gorgeous torture; it seems forever until,
with one glorious thrust, He gives me my fill.
Deep and luxurious, with total control,
He once again shows why He owns my soul.
He caresses; He tortures; i start to go mad;
i await His permission, but i've got to be bad.
He gives His approval, and with unseemly speed
my own practised fingers fly to my need.
A few seconds later, i quiver and quake
under my own ministrations; i continue to shake
until, perfectly impaled, i'm allowed my release.
He watches, amused, until all shudders cease,
before slowly, so slowly, resuming His task
of possessing my body, and letting me bask
in the glow of His pleasure that shines in His eyes;
then He gives me, His love-slave, my ultimate prize.
His afterglow finished, i play my last scene;
i lick and i suck till His manhood is clean.
And when it is over, and i can serve Him no more,
i kiss Him, and tell Him i'm forever His whore.
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paedicor ergo sum
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