Beauty's Journal Excerpt 1

EVENING IN

I found, a long time ago, a thick white collar, with rows of Swarovski crystals. I wish now I had bought it...but...I've never been a very leather girl, but for some reason, soft lambskin or deerskin leather, white with rows and rows of these gorgeous glittering crystals mounted on it, with a large silver clasp in back...exactly like a pet collar but obviously a very treasured pet would wear it. So thick that only a large animal could wear it, like a small cougar, panther, or a very large dog. On my neck it would cover my entire throat, and keep my head erect...fitted snug against my throat it would affect my every move, and gesture.

And my visual is... Of You coming home from work to a candlelit loft. Your beauty wearing this choker that encases her throat completely, white leather with sparkling crystals...her thick curling hair piled up on her head, with a few tendrils curling around her face, makeup exotic and darker than usual, full red lips, long dark lashes surrounding darkly lined eyes, making them all the bluer and tilt slightly at the corners, every hair and grooming detail in place...as if she were ready to go out to a formal event. Long white gloves, to just above the elbow. White thigh highs, a slender pair of white evening shoes. And...nothing else.

Just standing, arms straight down, hands folded neatly right above my shaven pussy, eyes coming up and meeting yours as you walk in the door. Your beauty...waiting for You...smiling softly...kissing your cheek, and guiding you to your chair. Fixing your drink, quietly waiting on you as you relax from your day. And then, serving you dinner, obeying your soft spoken commands, not even sexual at first, merely giving my service to you. Refilling your glass, while moving quietly and gracefully about. Waiting for you to eat or merely request something, standing to the side...fully in view, submissively looking at the floor but unable to lower my head...the collar keeping my chin and posture straight...very much like a delicate, perfectly made up, half dressed little doll...awaiting your pleasure.

Would you call me to you, to kneel at your feet...allow me to lick your fingers...give me a drink from your wine glass...watching my mouth, painted that garish red especially to tempt you. To remind you that I am not just a doll, but your little slut as well. Would you know that...?

And, perhaps place your finger under my chin...tilting my head back...my lashes lifting to look up at you. My gaze would be calm, quiet...serene. Everything about me at that moment is set to please you, to bring peace to You. You touch the collar with your fingers...sliding around the back and testing the buckle, then stroking my hair, tracing my cheek...admiring how hard I worked to be perfectly put together for you.

And you smile, and ask me to walk for you...and I rise, and move back and forth across the room...flowing...completely comfortable...smiling and looking at you under my lashes...playing the vamp for You...there simply for your visual enjoyment...
Oh what would you do with your little beauty now...

THE HUNT

You send me to the other side of the room from you...at the end of the dining room....you aren't smiling, or even frowning...just watching, and your eyes are darker than usual...I have a moment of uncertainty...worrying I've displeased you somehow. I move away from you, and glance over my shoulder making eye contact before turning slowly to face you...standing still...waiting for a signal from you of where you wish me to move. Turn around beauty...your voice is so soft, and there is a thread in it I have not heard before...and I ponder it as I turn, facing the wall...standing perfectly still and straight...and...nothing...silence.

I know I'm not supposed to turn around or look, and it's torture not to do so. I hear the chair move...and try not to tense...the air in the room as thickened it seems...and suddenly the serenity, the quiet center of our evening, has evaporated. Trembling...I recognize the thread in your voice...the tone. I close my eyes...taking deep breaths...this evening having taken an unexpected turn...because...suddenly...I'm prey...and You are hunting beauty...

Am I allowed to run I wonder...? Oh, God...I want to run suddenly...I clasp my hands in front of me, twining my fingers to keep from trembling, my teeth nibbling on my lower lip. You are standing right behind me...and the energy radiating off of you is palatable...I can feel it. A fine tremor moving through me...skin tingling....ears ringing....fighting the urge of flight. I can feel your eyes moving over my nude body...my ass...my legs...my back...watching me trembling...suddenly feeling so much more vulnerable. Which is somewhat silly...because I've been here with you the entire evening...quite willingly.

"Hands on the wall beauty"...your voice, suddenly right beside my ear makes me jump....and your chuckle makes me blush... You gently touch my back...stroking...soothing. "Hands on the wall little one...now." I place my hands on the wall...stretching forward, my ass lifting, the white collar on my throat not allowing my head to fall forward...I gaze at my hands on the wall...and a small whimper sounds in my throat.

"Spread your legs...I don't wish to ask twice this time beauty." Your voice is velvet in my ear, and I shift my legs open, leaning fully into the wall, my ass lifted and legs spread wide...leaving myself completely open to your gaze, feeling the air in the room on my wet pussy, a little shiver moving up my back. The brief pause of silence...

Suddenly you are spanking me...methodically and quite hard with your hand...little gasps as the sharp sting radiates through my ass...my hips involuntarily jerking. Your arm snakes around my waist and holds me in place, and suddenly I'm squirming...crying out. Spanking your little whore...my ass on fire...my thighs...tears filling my eyes....the pain is so sudden and unexpected. Oh...and your hand is striking me so hard, rocking me forward against your arm and the wall, and the stinging heat...my pussy is dripping, and feeling exposed...beginning to feel overwhelmed...and then you begin spanking my inner thighs...and gasping, I try to close my legs.

You pause...and there is an ominous silence...I open my legs back quickly...and deliberately arch my back to lift my ass. "Wider beauty...wider...forward more"...your arm around my waist practically holding me up at this point, and me using the wall for balance...my legs open and impossibly wide....my glistening pussy is completely exposed. And, I'm sobbing quietly because I know what you are going to do...and...quite hard sharp slaps on the wet swollen lips and clit...and I'm squirming...but dare not even think of moving my legs...leaning into the wall. Tears falling down my cheeks. Oh God begging for you to please stop....and you're chuckling softly at my distress...and scold me as you pause. Dipping your fingers into my dripping little slit...sliding them up and separating the lips and then flicking my clit and pinching sharply.

"You wish me to stop beauty...? My little slut's cunt is dripping. Your body wants it to continue...are you fighting your body little one? Why is my little whore's pussy so wet if you wish it to stop?" I just close my eyes and groan...and...sharply you swat my ass...."Answer me slut..."

"I don't know..." I whisper and deny in the same breath. "Yes, you do" Your velvety stern voice. Trembling I close my eyes...and whisper..."I don't wish it to stop..." Tears filling my eyes...how hard it was to say those words...and give myself up to what I know will follow them....

The pain is almost blinding and my pussy is on fire from the volley of sharp slaps...then my ass...I drift...the pain moving through me, my body beginning to move with it, rocking...undulating...my pussy throbbing with both pain and pleasure. Not fighting the sensation...moving into a liquid part of myself that flows, and accepts the pain...embraces it...needs it...ass lifting to meet your hand...

Suddenly you stop...and just enjoy the visual of your slut...her pussy dripping...wearing nothing but heels and white thigh highs...topped off by a very red ass and thighs...white gloves and a white collar. You stand me up...and I'm trembling...leaning into your chest for support...tears on my cheeks. Gently you wipe them away, before guiding me to your chair. On the chair next to you is a large feather plume attached to a butt plug.

You sit and gently pull me over your lap...I whimper...my bottom is so sore and still flaming from the spanking...the mere touch of your hand as you rest it on my cheeks making me gasp softly. Your fingers probe...seeking my tight hole....and spread my cheeks...sliding the plug into place...the feathers tickling the tender skin of my ass. I moan, feeling invaded, my ass clenching around the plug...blushing and feeling more on display than before...

You lift me off your lap, standing me...my eyes are lowered, and the reserve and dignity of earlier in the evening has been stripped somewhat...and I instinctively know this is much more to your liking. So...now your doll is adorned as you wished her. Feathers...red ass...and lovely for you to view...and...most of all...dripping wet and not hidden from You in her mind...

"Walk for me beauty....my little fuckdoll..."

SINKING

You having taken your visual fill of your feathered little slut...you call me to you. I move down to my hands and knees...knowing you would love to watch me crawl to you like this, your little pet crawling to her owner.

You watching the feather sway with each movement, knowing it's probing and that my tight little hole is clenching around it. The collar makes it impossible to lower my head, my eyes are on yours as I crawl...Your smile of approval...the glinting glow in your eyes...and seeing your absolute need and lust at the same time...overwhelming me, as I come to your feet....deliberately lowering my to my elbows...ass lifted...gently kissing each foot...before coming up between your legs and nuzzling your cock...purring softly at the hardness I find...looking up at you.

You smile, but your eyes are still dark, still savage....and you merely watch me for several minutes...and I can tell you are thinking...you stroke my hair absentmindedly...and your eyes become hooded...once again, the air thickens...and I begin to worry my lower lip, eyes widening. Apparently merely spanking your slut has not ended the hunt...

You lean forward, kissing me suddenly...rough and deep, your hand grabbing the hair at the nape of my neck, raping my tender mouth with your tongue and teeth, consuming me, biting my lips...enjoying my whimper, my open and vulnerable response. Nibbling your way to my ear, having me swaying on my knees, spellbound in your grasp with a mere kiss...You whisper in my ear...ordering me to crawl to the bedroom...remove the feather and shoes...and kneel on our bed.

I'm not kneeling for very long...mere minutes, when you enter the room. You've removed your shirt and your socks and shoes....I love seeing you like this, relaxed and removed from the world. The sexual energy that is You radiating out of every muscle. I'm so busy ogling that I don't notice the chains in your hands...and I focus on them, long and silver links...you've never chained me before and I'm confused for a moment as to how you would use them.

You walk around to the headboard of the bed and the metal loop you've mounted in the wall and snap the end of the chain in place. My eyes are wide, because I'm realizing your intent...backing away on all fours.

"Come to me beauty...you do not wish me to have to chase you down tonight little one." Your voice is gentle, but the thread of steel is impossible to miss. In one hand is the chain, the other hand is out towards me...beckoning. Each movement towards you is horrible because I know you're going to attach me to that chain...and that I'll be trapped until you release me...and that you wouldn't be chaining me unless you thought what you had planned would send me running.

My mind is racing because...what could You do that would make your little whore run...I'm a total slut, I should be impossible to frighten...oh God this is going to be a long night...

Impulsively and to a certain extent, much like diving into the pool instead of inching in...I hurriedly move across the bed...landing against your chest and wrap my arms around your neck, burying my head in your throat...whispering your name...feeling your free arm curl around me, stroking my back...the clink of the chains as you hook the chain to the back of my collar. I close my eyes...shuddering...freedom of movement...flight...removed. One more piece of my dignity stripped...and I feel it more acutely than I did the spanking in the dining room....the feeling that I'm a slave...owned...rushes through me...feeling the liquid pulsing of my pussy, reminding me of what I am, who I belong to...

Gently you lower me to the bed...pushing me onto my back, and you lay down beside me. Stroking your hands down my body...pinching my nipples...touching, massaging and exploring your little slut. You touch the white collar often, and then my face...gazing down at me, and watching me relax...slowly beginning to move under your hands, hips lifting...nipples hard and my breath coming faster. You kiss me again, so deep...and your tongue, you allow me to suck on it...making us both moan...and my arms are snaking around your neck and for the moment...the chain is forgotten as your fingers skim up my slit..pinching my clit hard, watching my shuddering response.

How long we lay like that, I do not know...hours...as I drifted, focused completely on your mouth and your hands as you allow me to cum for you. I remember kneeling to remove your slacks...your hands in my hair as you thrust your cock deep into my throat in one movement. Tasting your cum, greedily licking you clean, only to be pushed onto my back...and your hands again on my body. My moans...your taste...all of it so exquisite, the air around us scented with sweat...sex...my body thrumming, the sexual energy building because you haven't taken me yet...invaded me...fucked me.

Your hands again, and I'm on my back...arching up to your fingers as you fuck me with them...your thumb grinding down on my clit, and your eyes glittering down at me as you watch me shudder...cumming yet again...my pussy flooding with more liquid heat. Over and over...Your fingers, three now...pressing deeper...probing...hitting my g, watching me scream as I lift off the bed...orgasm ripping through me, your hand in my hair as you take my screams into your mouth...sucking my tongue...claiming everything as yours.

And...then...again...four fingers...and you don't stop...suddenly I realize why I'm chained...my eyes are wide as I look up at you. You know I'm desperately afraid of fisting...being so small. Frantically shaking my head, tears filling my eyes even as I moan...your fingers pressing deep...rocking up against my g, making me whimper...your eyes are hooded again...watching me as I struggle to take your hand...pressing firmly...the sensations so overwhelming, my pussy clenching and pulsing around your fingers...your knuckles now pressing into my tight cunt, spreading me further, stretching me.

I'm mentally struggling now, striving not to fight...it's painful and not painful...my head falls back on the bed...trying to relax and alleviate the pressure...tears rolling down my cheeks...whimpering...your name...oh...please. Firmly you press forward, your knuckles and all the fingers of your hand sliding inside my pussy...my sob and cry as it happens...so full, overwhelmed...I writhe on the bed...your other hand on my hip...holding me down. My hands coming down to grasp yours...completely mindless at this point, feeling your hand ball into a fist...as you slowly begin to fuck me... "Open your eyes beauty..." that dark voice...opening my tear filled eyes to look at you...

Your smile, not at all tender...focused...predatory...hunting....your prey in your spell...yours to mark...imprint... "Who owns you beauty..." as your fist slowly fucks me...

more than I can bear...my frantic cry...it's all too much...no no no no...sobbing...trying sit up and to get away...your hand on my throat as you lean forward and slam me back to the mattress, the impact and the sudden pressure of your forward movement into my pussy making me cry out...your eyes glittering down at me...fucking me still with your fist...

Methodically...cruelly...you grind your fist up on my g..."Who owns you beauty...who do you belong to"...gazing up at you...softly sobbing...my body jerking with each movement of your fist...

You You...you...I belong to you...oh please...my head falling back...sobbing...your fist feeling the orgasm begin...your fingers tightening on my throat... "Look at me beauty...look at me my precious slut...say it again"

Tears rolling down my cheeks...shuddering...orgasm beginning to take me...I gaze up you, eyes swimming with tears and bright blue and softly say it again...I belong to you You...

Again... Again my beautiful slut....

You You...ohh You You...over and over...and...I climax for you...bucking up and fucking your fist back...the world going black...

And I sink...
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