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Sure...   he LOVES tying me up..    especially since he KNOWS I KNOW my safe word and sound.. so I can STRUGGLE and beg NOOo NOOoo as he says YES YES and gets all ROUGH and growly!!!     Just SOMETHING about ACTING like I DON'T love it.. when he MAKES me do it!!

In a SCENE of Playtime..   



Without WARNING when he gets home from work!!...   



Out in the GARDEN when I was JUST bending over to pick some tomatoes..   



Like I DESERVE this JUST for being me!!!

NEVER let t be said though..   He isn't often TENDER wif me...        I can't COUNT the times I rest.. only to feel hi gently press down on me. pull my panties aside..   



With NO other purpose than to watch his angel surrender...   



watch me struggle vainly..  make me SING for him..   



Then PROOVE he can make me CUM with JUST his touch!!!

All of our slaves KNOW how much I LOVE to share..   my beloved husband...   SURE....  I mean...   SOMETIMES I like to.. well.. GET mine FIRST...   



GAWD how I love it when he holds my pigtails! *blushes*  Ties me up as his helpless Princess...  GRIPS my head.... MAKES me suck....  Talks dirty to me... 



Humiliates their little Mistress.. cums all over me and slaps me wif his fat cock *blushes*



but I love watching him do it to those we OWN too!!!    .. cheering him on.. ..



And while I love... waking him up myself..   as he feeds me breakfast... 







I DO love to share with our loves...    have them come help me!



OR just sit on his face and watch our kittens FEAST!!!  NOTHING like the Cat Bird Seat! *giggles*



Master loves to USE me TOO...    getting our growly an rough so the slaves see.. 



GAWD how he huuurts sooooo good!! 



Then... calls one of our sluts over to help...   clean me up... SHARING his gift to me with them lewdly...



  YES....    we LOVE our slaves...     and share with them...  ALL the things they STARVE for!!!!

**the following narrated in a soft IMPOSSIBLY deep male voice.. growling and treacherous.. At times the rumbling purr of a content lion pinning his lioness with a paw…  At times.. The ominous rumble of an approaching thunderhead…**


“On THIS…  the worst side of the city of bright lights, lavish yachts, beachside condos, high rise buildings & posh penthouses there lays a 36 block area of town called Styxx Village..  So named for the 100 meter wide rushing and swirling flow of filthy black water that surrounds and isolates it like a cancer, the Styxx Canal.   Truly the odiferous body of water, with its powerful under currents that threaten to drag anyone trapped in it straight to the bottom ,carries not only the run off  your fair city, but also its other drainage.  After all,  “vanilla” upper & middle class society cannot long tolerate it’s dregs, nor it’s derelict floatsam & jetsam of lost souls.. Those who are different or don’t fit the mold.  Every city has it’s dark secrets.. its shame.. and needs a place to dump it’s waste.. or at least the bodies.  Ominous signs warning “The Metro P.D. Strongly advises Visitors to Styxx Village to use EXTREME CAUTION as this is a HIGH CRIME & DRUG Zone.  Vehicles returning will be ROUTINELY SEARCHED and 911 calls for assistance beyond this point may suffer PROLONGED response times!” actually grace the narrow bridges here.  Officers in body armor patrol and watch with grim determined faces and automatic weapons.  They eye those entering with pity.. and those attempting to exit with contempt and suspicion.  Good men & women all.. *laughs*  If these Police Officers had their way they would surround this place with wire and raze it to the ground.  So many politicians and even their own in uniform seem fully corrupted by some dark presence here.. This in such odd contrast to the balance of the metropolis which, with its schools and churches, bustling port and thriving enterprises continues year after year to flourish as of BLESSED by some guardian Angel.” *ended with a hint of venom* 


*In the center of the block.. occupied in it's entirety by a massive 3 story tan brick building.. this ONE city block here is CLEAN, it's sidewalks immaculate as your taxi pulls up..  between a pair of limousines.  Two huge brutes in tuxedoes open doors, doing little to hide the MP5 sub machine guns that flash under their coats.. as customers arrive... going left or right toward one of the two main entrances on each end.  You they smirk at.. seeing the locked black leather bag handcuffed to your wrist.. and they wave you toward the tall, shirtless male perched sideways on a massive "Boss Hoss" motorcycle nearby. A cold chill runs up your spine as one says "Ey Boss? Da courier".. and the cherry off the almost impossibly handsome male's cigarette glows brighter as he draws on it..  casting an eerie orange luminescent haze through the deep shadows and neon backlights the 6'2 inch.. looming silhouette reflecting off mirrored sunglasses..   which hide the glowing.. devilish eyes surveying the unsuspecting, "customers" entering either the upscale sex shop marked "House of Dark Stone Rising- Custom Fetish & Leather Emporium"..  or the raucus, infamous private fetish & sex club marked "Dante's Inferno Room!"...   A wicked grin grows as a huge, clawed hand produces a key..  unlocking the handcuff.. and taking the bag which contains WHO knows WHAT... as the lips part.. they show faintly the pair of thick fangs*   Good.... mmnnggrrr ... here... *a soft whisper so deep it would carry across a riot! After pressing a roll of hundred dollar bills into your hand... he flicks out a card...  which reads "Good for 3 Drinks of Choice, One lap Dance and ONE oral servicing by a slave of choice at Dante's Inferno Room... which shares the 3 story building* mmnnggrr . tell them..  Master Dante sent you..   *which it seems ... when spoken with such a card will get you past the guards and into the mysterious fetish club.  He smirks as you almost stumble away.. knees weak from the sheer.. ominous presence of the man.. happy to put distance between yourself.. and the dark aura he exudes*



” I .. SUPPOSE…   There is a certain abysmal wisdom in resignation to the facts that drive the multiverse.. A profound power gained by simply offering acceptance and acknowledgement to the very REAL existence of crime, of evil.  Where there is nothingness but a deep void and empty blackness a single light may shine as a beacon of hope. OH how I LOVE and HATE her ability to bring simple concepts such as love or hope into the darkest of places..  She forces them upon me.  It is in such ways that I have witnessed ONE.. single entity martial her minions by sheer force of will and her willingness to sink as low or lower than the cruel & wicked to bring basic mercy and succor to the lost might be accomplished.  Oh yes..  SHE is as sadistic as I and not afraid to prove it if tested..   She knows as I do that Anarchy and Chaos are as mindless and needlessly destructive as fire having no compassion or care for who or what suffers or is consumed.. Nor how horrid is the reality brought upon them by happenstance & how delicious it will be until the screaming stops. Yes, She is a few millenea younger.. But SOMETHING makes her stronger than I.  She always has been.  The fact that I strongly suspect she always will be makes the bile rise in my throat.. And worse… I know I cannot touch her.. hurt her.. Undo and destroy her.  *SNARLS & HISSES*  I hate her SOoo.. in even that her displeasure causes in me a CURSE of visceral ANGST!   The bitch even TAUNTS me by having brought me here two mortal centuries ago…  to manage the shadows..  Because she knows I can, HAVE and WILL bring such things to heel. *PANTS and the growls fade.. the breathing slows.. and calm again holds sway* .    I can do.. and have done things she cannot..   She might break a nail.. or get shit under them.. … ..   ..  THIS.. is my story..   “ *pauses to take a deep long drag.. making the orange cherry glow in the darkness obscuring the onlooker’s view* 

“ Here in MY portion of HER ideal world..  I hold sway and she comes to ME and NOT visa versa…    HERE in Styxx Village even the rival gangs whose members would slice their own mothers throat for some perceived wrong and slay each other en masse for control of .. or a better part of .. the constant flow of drugs, addiction and human trafficking.. that I… I.. control and provide them…   ALL…. ALL KNOW.. there is a LINE.”  *growls softly and grins as a huge paw lashes briefly into the dim light and thumbs back toward the speaker… followed by a cruel soft chuckle..  mirrored shades and thick finger length fangs gleam in the darkness as smoke from a cigarette wafts blue upward forming a lazy, layered haze*  “What fool would want.. disorganized crime after all.. hmm?   A DEAD one..” * chuckles*   “So…. Weak and pathetic the mortals are.. who come to cast their hard earned wages on the stage at the feet of my. … *grumbles*   OUR..  her… Oli..  and.. my... … slaves…  “ *again that devilish grin shimmers.. and for no reason the distinctive growl of the word “cumpiggy” resonates.. just as a little female slave rushes out to hand me a beer*   mmnnnggg..  “At the center of MY realm of suffering there beats the heart…  Little five points..  Biker bars…  Gay clubs..  Sex shops.. strolling disease ridden hookers in fishnets with cellulose ridden thighs that make them look as though straining cottage cheese through a sewer grate..  Welcome to MY world..  DO... by all means...  enjoy your visit“








~ to be continued ~