10:27am
He's the one with the Bentley ... the huge house in West Hampstead ... the maid ... the holidays and when he gets back from parliament, the never-ending rape.
10:27am
oooooooh, I like!
You are of course naughty little Cinders washing floors and watching soaps on TV.
10:28am
Am I the maid?
I think I am.
10:28am
Of course you are.
10:28am
He uses you.
10:28am
It starts with an ad in the paper.
10:28am
Perfect. Looking for ...
10:28am
I need a place to live.
No money.
No english.
10:29am
And will do anything to repay your due. You will do ANYTHING.
10:29am
Any.
Thing.
He.
Wants.
10:30am
Little did you know that when you crossed the threshold, that your world would change. Forever.
10:31am
The shiny black shoes.
The white y-fronts.
10:31am
So clean. So innocent.
10:31am
He gave me a beeper.
On call.
Always.
I have no english, still.
10:32am
The harshest nightmares and most erotic dreams are about to become reality. Never looking back, Little Cinders plunges into a bizarre, seductive world where his master's wish is his command and where the ties that bind might just lead to true emancipation.
10:32am
No english.
10:32am
No engles.
Pas d'anglais.
10:33am
My english God of 2625.
10:33am
Mmmmm the discovery of 2625.
The doctrine.
The call.
You will wear the uniform from now. A simple jockstrap - for easy access.
10:34am
The only piece of clothing I am allowed.
Unseen by the neighbors.
10:35am
The only exterior contact are the soaps on TV.
10:35am
I sleep in the laundry - amongst the piles of his clothes.
10:35am
You identify with the characters.
Eastenders is becoming reality.
10:35am
I learn English from the soaps. I don't tell him. I stay. I am still 'no english'.
10:36am
You are the poor bitch that gets used and abused by a two timing bastard!
You cry, the tears.
It makes him grow stronger
His demands are getting stiffer and harder.
You have to just nod to say yes as 'no english.'
No is not an answer. It is not acceptable.
Of course you dread Friday nights.
10:37am
But in my mind my thoughts are fluent english ... his suit pants around his ankles ...
10:37am
When he brings his mates from the city and they gang on you - your jockstrap in your mouth.
10:38am
I don't care if they are ugly ... as long as he can see me - being used.
10:38am
To ensure that no scream can be heard. The jockstrap. In your mouth.
10:38am
For him.
All for him.
10:38am
They are all fat, hairy, in suit, slobs...
10:38am
And drunk.
10:38am
You are his to share.
10:39am
With cigars and cognac.
10:39am
Of course on very expensive Bordeaux and cognac of course!
I think one should smoke a pipe ... mmmmm ... the pipe.
10:39am
They think I don't understand the english filth they joke about me ... but I do.
10:40am
The racist remarks. The insults. You love every word!
10:41am
Four of them hold me down as he un-robes.
Cognac in hand and cigar smoke billowing from the glass, his manhood ... engorged and twitching.
10:42am
All wearing borrowed silk gowns... walking around nude under them.
10:43am
With their socks still on.
10:45am
We now follow the Master's patient, deliberate, and wickedly inventive training of his boyish but determined devotee as young Cinders releases himself to his newly found submissive nature, to the "fear and anticipation" that come with true service ... love ... 2625!
The socks on is genius!
10:45am
It is 2625.
10:46am
Of course! I love a man in a silk gown, with socks, cigar and a man's drink. You just want to sit at his side, on the floor and hope for a bit of attention.
just a sign.
He loves me.
He loves me.
He loves me
10:47am
He has fallen asleep and is snoring.
10:47am
A little pat on the head.
He stirs in his sleep.
You stand to attention as you know that your service will be required shortly.
10:48am
Outside ... the world moves on ... but not for me.
My world is here.
10:48am
In this world of 2625.
10:48am
2625 West Hampstead Rise.
10:48am
That high victorian & gothic mansion.
The dark corridors.
The huge rooms.
The gigantic beds.
The cellars.
Where no one can hear you scream!!!!!!!!!!!
10:49am
The hundreds of suits I tend.
I want to scream in pure delight.
10:49am
The crisps white shirts.
The braces ... mmmmmm ... the perfectly formed suits, with a lapel on the back so you can see a perfect ass.
10:51am
As it flexes as he pounds away.
10:51am
The dark sexual yearnings.
The elegant and exclusive S/M parties with his mates.
10:51am
2625 is everything to me.
10:52am
But you know that at the end of the day you are his for him to use you sleep on the side of the bed on the floor.
10:52am
But he does love me.
10:52am
Waiting for the signal when you can enter the bed so he can slowly insert his manhood. No grease, just spit he enters. You are not allowed to emit a sound as he pounds away. The tears soaking into the expensive, perfectly laundered linen.
10:53am
The time is now.
10:53am
He loves you. He throws his love inside you and then falls asleep again, snoring loudly.
10:54am
He bites the back of my neck when he rams home the final thrusts.
No english. I am his alone.
10:54am
With his cock still in your hole - forever his dedicated slave.
10:54am
I will not move. I do not wake him. I do not wish to anger the God.
10:54am
You are his thing.
10:54am
I can't breathe.
10:54am
You just savour the beauty. The whole.
10:54am
I love him.
10:54am
The enormity of his mantool.
He loves you.
You love him so much.
10:55am
I want to tell him - with tears in my eyes, but instead ... I bite down on a pillow.
His cock still inside me.
10:56am
While he snores unaware.
His cock still inside you.
10:56am
It's getting light outside ... I hear the birds ... his cock still inside me.
10:56am
You fall asleep with his cock inside you.
10:57am
His cock still inside me.
10:57am
Cock.
Still.
Inside.
You.
The End.
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