Images Ravishing Her Mind

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure. One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush. Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced. Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates. Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil? It is only by enlarging the scope of one's tastes and one's fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that that unfortunate individual called man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses . . .”

A Breast Obsession

Soft round orbs that can hold a man's attention, whether walking down the street bouncing joyfully or bent over the secrets beheld within the cleavage bared. No matter the place or time there are breasts abound. All shapes and sizes some natural some not, but all out there for all males to see. Does a man look you in the eyes or his eyes darted slightly downcast as he speaks to you? Breasts are the first thing a man sees and rates the woman. He will not remember the colour of her eyes or hair, but he will remember the firm roundness, with nipples pert and poking through the thin gossamer cloth of your favourite blouse. A tight white t-shirt to show ones wares off to the public, add a spritz of water and the whole escapade changes and becomes arousing. Breasts are so versatile, they can be gently fondled, groped or pinched. The nipples can be ringed or pierced with adoration that arouses both parties and all the senses. Hot wax can be dribbled upon them as her soft squeals echo through his ears in heated waves. They can be adorned with coloured clothes pegs of any hue, only to be bruised, marked and marred. They can be pinched or bitten whether she wills it or not. They can be fucked, his cock ram rod hard shoved betwixt the pushed up cleavage as he explodes his hot juice over them. His seed can be massaged whole handedly; rubbed in to the sweet soft flesh, to make the skin softer. There are so many things that breasts can do one just must open their mind to the options at hand. Ropes can bind them, tightly till they turn a lovely shade of purple and highly sensitive to a slap or pinch. With the tip of a dagger they can be pierced till the droplet of blood spills forward, such a deep dark red crimson against her alabaster skin. They can be licked or suckled like a baby would feed from it's Mother. But most of all they are amusement for Him to use as He sees fit. Enough to crave the pain and punishment that He delves out. Touch me. Hurt me. Make me squeal for the transgressions I have done. Some done on purpose just to feel the joy of His hand mar my pale flesh. My breast obsession is shared with one and all. But most of all, they are His and His alone. Thank you for loving me the we both desire, wish and crave.

Calisto ....the Demon...

His Displeasure {Part 2}

She turned to kneel before Him now, her lips inches from His twitching cock. Slowly with deliberate motion she drew Him into her mouth. Once, twice her head bobbed as she slid His member in and out and across her tongue, her lips clamped tightly against His throbbing shaft. She slipped Him out drawing the foreskin back against the engorged head as only she could so skillfully do.
“Now Master?” she asked.
He nodded once.
The First stood up reaching for the pet. With her fingers entwined deep into her hair, she dragged the pet’s shaking body across the mulch of leaves and dirt towards Him. The First knelt, pulling hard against the pet’s hair, stretching her slender neck out, pressing her face against her own naked breasts. The pet whimpered in pain. The harsh sound of flesh against flesh resounded like a clap against the trees as The First’s hand came palm down against the pet’s soft cheek. Tears flowed freely now as the pet started to cry from the assault. Fingers tightened in her hair. How could it get any tighter - any more brutal? What was going to happen next? She was pulled harder against The Firsts ample breasts. She could feel a hard nipple, free of the clothes peg, pressed against her ear. She drew a sobbing breath.

From His standing position above them, The Master smirked. He looked down at His First. A moment crossed between them. It lasted only as long as a blink of an eye, but it bespoke a volume of words. It hung for a fleeting second in the heavy sodden air like the leaves in the forest, gone like the dieing beat of a dragonfly’s wings. And from His cock flowed a steady stream of piss.
The pet gasped as the hot piss splashed against her face, pooled against the small fold where her face met The First’s breast and ran in rivulets down her chin, her tits, to collect in a small pool between her thighs. It splattered against His First’s breasts. The hot odour violated her senses. She could taste the pungent fluid on her lips. She breathed in the heady tang, making the back of her throat tingle. And still His piss gushed forth as the ruthless words spewed like bile from The Master’s mouth. His First held her face in a vice grip against her futile struggles.

“How do you like my piss on you, pet!”
“Do you like being showered with my piss, pet”
“The next time I give you the privilege of sucking my cock, you will only think of My pleasure!”
“Do you understand me, pet?”
“Thank me, cunt. Thank me for the priveledge!!”

And the piss saturated her hair and her face. It soaked into the already wet earth. It steamed upwards dancing wraith-like in the gathering gloom. And from within her anguish, amidst the desecration of her body, all she could do was look up at Him and whisper the words, “Thank You, Sir”

His Displeasure

The First was on her back, naked except for the black skirt bunched around her waist. Her back was arched almost painfully upwards, pushing her breasts out. Smeared brown by mud and dead leaved her nipples stood erect and pointed, at attention, pulled taut by the wooden clothes pegs that pinched painfully against the tender flesh. Her face was buried deep into the pet’s snatch, lips clamped into the soft folds of the pet’s soaked cunt. She lapped urgently, her pink tongue swirling around the soft labia, flicking in and out of the glistening hole. Even if she wanted to move, she was unable to, trapped as she was by the pet’s knees planted firmly on her hair, pressing into the sodden earth. The pet moaned, the sound of her voice muffled and wet as she sucked on The Master’s cock.

Kneeling at His feet, her thighs stretched over the face of His First, she bucked and wiggled as His First’s tongue probed her tight cunt sending tendrils of electricity surging through her belly, tickling her spine. She was having difficulty concentrating on the task at hand. She tried to breathe. She whimpered. She flicked her tongue over the tip of His cock, sucking along the ridge of its head. She could feel it jump in her mouth, taste His pre-cum as it leaked out, bitter-sweet and viscous. His scent was strong, flowing into her flared nostrils filling her head, making her juices flow stronger.
She jumped again as His First bit down on her engorged clit, She let out a tiny scream of pleasure and pain. The pet almost let go of The Master’s cock, a transgression she would pay for dearly should she allow it to slip from her mouth. She moaned again as His fist tightened against her hair, knuckles viciously digging into her scalp.
From between her thighs His First also moaned as wetness poured out of her cunt, to run down her cheek. The Master was getting impatient. She could hear His growls rumbling from His belly, her face inches away as her head bobbed up and down on His cock, guided by His rough hand. She was very acutely aware that in her enjoyment of His First licking her pussy, she was denying Him her full attention. She knew it was wrong. But the sensation of His cock, His taste, as it glided in and out of her mouth, combined with the pleasures of His First’s dancing tongue was almost too much to bear.

And then He moved.

“Enough pet!” He snarled as her head was yanked backwards furiously by her long lustrous hair, now tangled and soaked from the falling rain.
“Oww”, she squeaked, eyes closed tightly against the assault as she was unceremoniously tossed aside. She landed on the soft damp earth with a hard thump, her breath rushing out of her in a whoosh. She swallowed, tasting Him. She wanted more, she bowed her head.

The Master stood now, straddled over His First. She looked up at Him, her green eyes aflame at the rude interruption. She stared up at Him from her place on the ground. Juices from the pet, glistened against her lips, mixed with the falling rain to flow down her face. His face was shadowed by a dark frustration and yearning. His cock stood hard and erect, shining and dripping. His First knew better than to question His actions. As much as she had enjoyed drinking from the pet’s dripping cunt, tasting the sharp fluid so sticky and warm, she was His First for one reason and one reason only. She knew her place. She knew what was expected of her even without The Master having to vocalize it. She sat up, propping herself up on her elbows. She was filthy from lying in the mud. Her beautiful red hair was matted and stringy. Leaves clung to her like leeches. An earth worm, slimy and wet, dangled desperately from the flesh of her back before losing grip to fall with a soft plop back to the ground.