I'm... Also a dark person. This isn't mentioned on my other blog because my other blog is meant to have a certain... vanilla tone to it. This one, however, is meant for my darker thoughts, musings, and written works. It's something of a community blog as well because I have a few friends who want their stuff posted as well but lack the ambition to post themselves. Lazy bastards. Love 'em anyway.
Annywho, here's a light sample. This is something I specificly wrote for somebody (Hint: Kyle) and it's actually real mild compaired to... Some of my other stuff. Enjoy it anyway.
“Come here.” He didn’t raise his voice a bit but I hastily crawled off my blanket at the foot of the bed to go to his side, never rising off all fours like he’d ordered me that day.
“Yes sir?” I asked quietly, looking at him as I spoke to him. He didn’t return the look but I knew that if I hadn’t I’d get in trouble anyway. Another order. I knew to be entirely prepared for him to hit me then, with no warning, it wasn’t exactly odd of him. I hadn’t done anything but sometimes he just called me over to hit me. He’d usually make something up though, such a good master to me, always so creative.
He stopped watching the TV for a moment to look over at me, taking in my look of expectant, eager servitude. I can only guess I looked a bit apprehensive because he smiled a wide wicked smile and took my jaw in his surprisingly gentle hand to hold my gaze.
“What? You’re afraid I’m going to do something?” He sounded amused to no end, almost laughing.
I knew there was no right answer at this point so simple honesty would do and get me whatever it got. “A bit sir…” My voice was uncertain and quiet. Before I knew it I felt him pull his hand away from my jaw and use that same hand to smack me, hard, sending me sprawling.
As my ears rang, I briefly registered hearing him say “Well I’d hate to disappoint you.” I felt his hand touch my back, giving me a chill as he grabbed my leash, pulling me up hard to face him again. “Now,” he took my face back in his hand. “I want a beer. They’re in the fridge. Fetch.” He shoved me away, not giving me another bit of attention.
I crawled down the stairs as quickly as I could manage. It was awkward but I couldn’t stand without getting a beating. And if I took them too slow he’d come over and kick me, beating me later for distracting him from what he was doing. I couldn’t help tumbling down the last few to land on the floor with a thump.
I heard him growl from upstairs that I needed to shut up or else so I hastened over to the fridge, getting up on my knees to open it and get him a beer. Using care not to shake it, I made my way on three limbs back up the stairs and to his chair again. I went to open it for him before I handed it to him but he signaled that I don’t with a sweep of his hand.
“Tell you what pet,” he ran one hand over my hair as he took the can with the other. “Let’s see how much care you take to keep your master happy.” He continued to pet me softly in a sign of rare affection. He was apparently in that mood.
“If this seems to have been shaken at all, I’ll beat you.” His grip on my hair tightened painfully for a moment to emphasize the point before letting go again and brushing it down gently. “And if not, you get the treat of sitting with your master.” He smiled when he saw how much my face brightened at the idea.
Still stroking my hair with one hand he used the other to open the beer which made a quiet hiss and no more. I bit my lip with a smile and looked up at him hopefully.
Knowing he’d find it cute, I shook my ass making the ass-plug-attached tail he asked me to wear wag slightly.
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He started to pull me up into the chair with him before he stopped to ponder something apparently. “Ya know love, something isn’t quite fair here.” He pet me softly before smirking and placing a hand on my forehead, pushing me on my back. “You don’t get to come up until I’ve came.” He undid his fly and looked back down at me, enjoying the slight whimper as I landed awkwardly, “up to you how you do it though.”
I whimpered softly, disappointed and yet hoping he wouldn’t hear my complaint.
Bummmer. He gave me a solid crack to the head for my troubles while I whimpered some apology. I was told rather mockingly that if I was going to complain about my job I’d be made to do it without a reward.
Desperately hoping to please my master, I freed the erection beating me around had given him from his pants, taking it gently in my mouth, wetting it before lapping and sucking gently at the sensitive base like I knew he enjoyed. Watching the expression of pleasure cross his face, I smiled slightly and sat back from the now moistened and lubed cock, waiting for my attentions. I leaned back again, biting my lip with a little bit of nervousness as I wrapped my feet gently around his dick.
Stroking softly at first, I gradually picked up pace, supporting myself with my arms behind me, I could feel my tits jiggle as I went, exposed to the cold air. He leaned his head back in pleasure, moaning softly, urging me to go faster. Not wanting to hurt, I stopped for a moment to relube it with my mouth, only to have my master grab my hair, holding my mouth down over his cock, pulling me back and pushing me down on it a few times to deepthroat him.
Once we were both, apparently, sure it was lubed again, he pulled me off and threw me back down to reposition how I had been, as he stroked my little feet and ankles gently as I went. I felt his hard dick sliding easily between the delicate lotion-motioned soles of my feet and after a time heard his moans grow louder and I knew he was about to cum, sprinkling my feet with the hot jizz.
He grabbed my ankles tight enough to bruise, guiding my last few motions up and down his shaft until he came hard, cum getting on my feet mainly but enough of it that much fell on my ankles as well. He was still for a moment, enjoying the release before telling me to clean his cock and my feet.
Bending over as far as I could, I took my feet in my hands, pulling them to my face one at a time to lap them clean, careful not to miss a spot. Content with them I got on my knees, licking his cock gently, even the spots without cum to begin with.
Looking up at him hopefully, daring to ask meekly “Now sir?” I clenched my jaw slightly, knowing full well that even satisfied as he was he could still enjoy hitting me for my impertinence.
He laughed softly at it however, grabbing up my leash and pulling me into his lap. I lay my head gently on his chest and purred softly as he whispered that I’d been a good kitty.
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