Thrall

As she sits on the edge of the bed her thralls removes her boots. She takes them off slowly, one at time, gazing into her Goddesses eyes. She knows what is coming, she hasn’t been very good. Her Goddess bends her over the make-shift alter and restrains her hands, places her knee on the small of her back. She holds her breath. Goddess places her other leg between hers. She tends to squirm when punished. Her Goddess grabs her hair and pulls violently, “Do you know what you have done?” her goddess asks. “Yes” she quivery answers. Goddess enjoys seeing her thrall like this helpless and wanting, bound and vulnerable. Heavy shallows breaths she anxiously waits. Her Goddess brings the paddle down hard and swift on her sensitive bare backside. She cries out softly. Again the paddle comes down. She knows Her Goddess wants her to cry but she stubborn. Again and again the paddle comes down. “Have you learned anything?” Goddess asks, she doesn’t answer. She loves being at her Goddesses mercy and needs her punishment, along with what comes after. “Well?” she is asked, again no answer. “Fine “Her Goddess says sternly. Again the paddle comes down, over and over. She can’t take anymore “Yes” she cries out and uses their word. “I can’t hear you” Goddess says. The paddle comes down over and over until she hears the cry that says her thrall is sorry.
I gently stoke the red welts on my thralls’ tender ass. She sighs, breathing deeply. I lie on her back, softly stroke her hair and lightly kiss her face. I remove her restraints gently rub her wrists. I caress my dear thralls’ soft perfumed skin. I run my fingers down her back, across her ass and between her thighs. Her Thralls softly moans. I slide my fingers into the soft, wet sweetness I desire so. She holds her breath as I go deeper; she pushes back against me as we rock together. She moans softly, breathing faster, crying out with each thrust. She finally screams out in ecstasy, her sweetness on my fingers. She shudders and collapses. She is mine. My thrall.