Master Darius's blog: "Submission..........Part V"

The heat, the throb deepens along her softly burning buttocks as she stands staring at the statue of the man. Her breath softly inhales as her Masters words caress her neck in warmth. "Just think of it my slave, look at how thick his cock is. Now, tell me, you want that in your sweet ass." he whispers into her ear. With his closeness, his words, his breath so hot against her flesh, she shivers, captured, entranced at the thoughts he places within her mind. So slowly, does she shake her head. Then fear grips her at the knowledge that she could never possibly take such a size. "No.." she whispers. His hand slides further into the soft folds of her pussy, feeling the soft tremble of it, the wetness as his fingers glance against her clit, feeling how rigid it is, how her body shivers as she watches the statue. "Slow, painful penetration.." he whispers into her ear. "You know you want that pain, want to serve your Master in whatever way pleases him." Again, the slow shake of her head at the thought as her body becomes heated, her juices flowing over her Masters fingers. She stands in deep embarassment that it would produce such in herself. Her gaze finally lowers, as do her long lashes over the blue of her eyes. His fingers retreat as he grasps her shoulders in a firm grip, and he turns her towards him.. The deep cold blue of his eyes take hers in a fierce look.

She doesn't resist as her heart skips madly within her chest. Her breathing increases at the look from her Master, and she looks down slowly. "Now, why would you be embarassed from knowing how I would be pleased at seeing such a cock penetrating your sweet ass, my slave?" he asks her. Fingers grasp her chin, turning her eyes towards his once more. She is speechless at his touch, his words as she hears them, her entire body trembling in the power this man holds over her. Her body tenses as he takes her lips with his, teeth biting teasingly at her lower lip, not drawing blood, but the slight pain reminds her that he is in control of her, entirely. The kiss deepens and causes her to moan softly. Then, nothing as he steps back, leaving her gasping lightly in the early morning light of the garden. "Come.." he says to her. She blinks several times and follows him on weak legs. They walk back to the house, entering and she stands just inside the door, wondering what he wishes of her now. His actions lead him to the massive fireplace within the room, paying no attention to his slave for the moment, he reaches beside the fire. A long wicked looking poker leans against the stones, his hand grips it and he places the end of it deep within the fires blaze. He seems to be concentrating upon something, then.. "Come here." he says to her as his eyes turn to her. Obediently, she walks to him, and he points to the floor near his feet. She kneels there slowly. "No, lie on your stomach, over there." he points to a small rug very near the fire. Nodding, she moves to the spot he indicated. "Lie with your legs spread slave," he says, in an almost uncaring tone of voice. A slow smile comes to his lips as he watches his slave obey. The soft tender inner flesh of her sex is revealed as she lies with her head to the side, facing the fire, her arms above, cheek resting along her folded arms. She tries relaxing, and finding herself troubled, hard to concentrate. Slowly, her eyes close, the heat of the fire soothing her coolness of being outdoors. Her thoughts drift back to times before she met her Master as the room warms. Muscles seem to tighten, then relax as she is lulled into a dreamstate as the silence deepens. She thinks of her life, how she came to be a slave to this man. As she thinks this, soft sounds of the iron within the fire stir, though she does not open her eyes to see what is happening. She breathes softly, in time to her heart as it beats gently.

Such a peaceful feeling overcomes her and she drifts into a semi unconscious state. His eyes trail over the beauty of this woman lying on the floor, watching her breathing shallowly, and evenly. The room is dim, and the fire dapples its light over her body, revealing the gentle curve of her buttocks as she lies against the rug, to the way her thighs taper into the juncture of her inner thighs, where ...his eyes seem to trace the soft pout of her sex, the soft curl against her sex, moist and curling. His cock stirs once more as he watches his slave, not saying a word as he visually rapes her with his eyes. Smiling slowly, he rises, to kneel beside this woman, his hand moving over the soft curve of her hip. A deep moan catches her unawares as she feels his hand so tenderly stroking over her flesh. She doesn't stop to think of what his desires might be as her eyes remain closed. Slowly, the feeling spreads to her inner thighs where the throb deepens there. She wonders briefly how this man can cause such feelings in her. Heat caresses her flesh slowly, taking her suddenly as the hot iron touches to her inner left thigh. Her body tenses suddenly and she screams out to the room, her eyes opening in fear as the heat takes her. His hand slowly withdraws the branding iron from the heat of the fire. His thoughts are sadistic, he knows that, but she seems too relaxed, and his plans are not to be swayed. All he did wish however, was to take her body as his desires increased, but she needs learn never to defy him in his wishes as he lowers the hot iron to her inner thigh. Slowly, he applies his symbol to her tender flesh, watching as the flesh burns, the hot iron shimmering with its own heat, holding for long moments as she withers against the floor, holding her down with his palm to her lower back, no escape..

Tears flows freely down her cheeks at this sudden pain, her body wrenching in agony, not being able to pull away from this intense pain. Her fingers clench, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms, drawing blood that seems irrelevant to what is happening, nothing.. oblivion as she falls deeply into unconsciousness, the pain ..too much to bear. He sets the iron aside as he completes the act, turning her unconscious body over to better examine the mark left behind. His fingers trace over it, the blackened area, the raised redness as she moans deeply in her darkness. He nods once, and rises, leaving her there to return to consciousness. Rene sits in his chair very near her, watching her. Slowly, she returns to herself, opening her eyes to the intense pain along her inner thigh. She dares not move as sweat stands out in soft beads against her flesh. Breathing shallowly, fear of taking a deeper breath that could cause more pain, she stares to the ceiling. "Now you belong to me, totally." he says in a deep, heated voice. He rises, and walks to her, standing over her and then kneeling between her spread thighs. His hands grip her hips, and easily, he flips her over, raising her buttocks into the air and slides his full erection into her cunt. The grip is incredible, the heat still rising along her inner thighs as he thrusts deeply, uncaringly into her body, using her as his passions rise. She grunts softly to his brutal actions, the newness of the brand throbbing deeply. In his hands, she is so helpless, her body slowly becoming aroused. He takes note of this, his hips slamming into her defenseless body as he leans over her, gripping her nipple in his fingers, twisting cruely, tormenting her further, fingers of his other hand gripping her hip firmly, almost unbearable in the pain he applies as he guides her hips back to him. "Give in to me, cum!" he screams out. With that, he reaches under her, flicking his finger against her hard clit. She cries out to the silence in the room, her breath and his the only sounds. The wet sounds of his cock as it moves in and out of her cunt add to the sounds in the room, and the mixed scent of burned flesh and sex fill the remaining space. She groans deeply as her body reacts to the pressure, the pain, and his wishes as her head arches back in a deep, wild animal sound as she screams out her orgasm, her cunt spasming around his buried cock, his fingers peaking her further into an orgasm that surrounds her senses, crying out to the depth of it, so intense.. Hips slam brutally into her as his cock pulses in pleasure, but he holds back his own orgasm as he releases her nipple, and her clit. Sliding out of her, he grips his thick cock in his hand, and strokes it between the cleft of her buttocks, moaning deeply at the feeling of her silky flesh against his cock. Suddenly, he grunts loudly and his cum burns her flesh as he releases his orgasm against her open cunt, the burn of his mark on her inner thigh.

Then slowly, he introduces his cock into the tight pucker of her ass, groaning deeply as he sinks its full, still hard length into the tightness. Her entire body quivers as he uses her to his pleasures, but her cunt spasms deeply as her orgasm subsides to a more managable throb. The heat of her brand throbs as he slides his cock out of her, and leaves her exposed, with her thighs wide apart, her body quivering in pain against the floor. Lightly, he slaps her buttocks, "You will be used this evening my slave, just so you know, you are the center of entertainment tonight. Think about this as you lie there, my mark upon your body." he says to her as he sits in his chair once more, taking the glass of wine at his side, his eyes on her exposed body, taking a deep sip of it. Used? By ..whom? she thinks. What will his plans be for her this evening? She's endured everything he's ever wished of her. She has given her body to him for his every use, but to endure exposure to others.. this causes her to grow fearful, and deeply embarassed, so unused to being given to others. Her thoughts drift as she slides weakly to rest against the rug. His voice speaks to her through her foggy mind. "Have you ever seen a cock so large, that you know you cannot handle it my thistle?" he asks her. A whispered response back to him, "No, Master.." "Tonight, you will, I have a very special guest coming over, and you will NOT disappoint him, do you understand??" his voice, so deep so overpowering. Submissive feelings, the quiver of knowing his voice, and the knowledge that he truly means to give her to another seem to hold her breath for longer moments then she had thought to as she inhales deeply. "Yes, Master.. I understand." she responds. "You are to do whatever he wishes of you. But remember, you belong to me. Understood??" he asks her once more. She nods slowly, "Yes, Master." she responds automatically again. A sharp slap to her buttocks is felt, she not even realizing her Master had moved. "Yes, Master!" she screams out. His body moves to cover hers, lying so closely over her as his whisper comes hotly to her neck very near her ear. "I will enjoy watching this man use you Kitten......"