Mindspace

There are many forms of need, the need for food, water, shelter, companionship. Essences of living that creates life. 

This slave is not speaking of thoes needs. She is speaking of the need that drives humanity to survive and continue thriving. 

This slave speaks of lust, but not just lust, a need so strong that it consumes all thought, all inhibitions are suddenly gone. You don't care who sees or hears, who joins. 

Like a party where all the faces blur, shoulders bump you but you continue to lose yourself to swaying heat of bodies against eachother. All you want is to dance.

The day this slave took shrooms she was consumed with this need. It was like a dream. her soul was bursting and she needed the touch of another to cool her feverish skin. She felt every stroke, every touch in tandem with her heartbeat. 

A dream where the world rocked and swayed, where there was nothing but overwhelming pleasure. As this slave walked the in-between of reality and fantasy is was like floating in spiced cider. Hot and smooth down my throat.

She flew through space looking for the ground where it could not be found. That's OK, this slave will soar close to the sun and feel the wax on her back as her wings melt. 

As this slave reentered the atmosphere and felt the ground kiss her feet; the pleasure dimming to a low hum, as she settles on a bed of daisys she continues to absorb the life force all around her. 

A trip completed and nirvana reached.

-Pandaish

For thoes of you who want to know who I am. 

I am 27 and afraid. I want to run into the redwood forest and disappear. I hate how deeply I feel emotion. Then I love how beautiful it is to feel so deeply. 

I am a child afraid to speak up. I am a woman afraid to leave a mark. Afraid to be anything noticeable. Afraid to be. 

I am a Submissive person with the charisma of a president. I am open and forthcoming to a fault. It has caused me much pain. 

I see myself as ugly and fat. My self dismorphia ruling my mind. Controlling how I see myself; how I present myself.

I am highly emotional. I feel everything so vividly. My pain spiritually and emotionally affects me physically. 

I am sad 80% of the time. I see the world for what it really is. Broken and filled with hatred. No longer the haven for uniqueness as I was made to expect as I entered adulthood. 

I am in pain all the time. I feel the pain of thoes I meet as my own. A powerful empath I can feel all your pain. All your fear. Yet I continue to be strong. 

I am exhausted and exhausting. I see the world so uniquely that it often overwhelms thoes I share it with. 

I am Danielle. A girl who has faced this world alone from day one. All the odds against me. 

Forgive me for being human. A person desperately trying to be. I only wish to be seen as human. 

I am drunk after a bad day at work and betrayal.

I don't care what happens from this point. I am Panda. 

-Pandaish.  

I don't write when I am sad. The tears blur my vision and I make errors. My ideas are choppy, incomplete.

Plagued by this pain that chews at the edge of my heart; I can't express it clearly enough. My sentences break like my heart is doing.

My smile doesn't reach my eyes, fake and forced as I die steadily inside. I want to scream and cry but my face remains this mask. 

I want to tell someone...anyone how much this hurts. I want to be heard, comforted. I want someone to tell me its alright. 

I don't write when I am sad because it shows how pathetic I am. How human. And that is the most exposing thing that could ever happen. 

Pandaish. 

Another door closed, a new one opens wide to the sky clear and blue. A periwinkle embrace, cool as a tropical stream. 

This new threshold has arrived with an eagar energy; a light in this world, ready to set blaze their path of life. 

This opportunity; a diamond in the deepest ocean. In my own backyard this person existed; have we walked past eachother? Have we said hello in passing? 

Do you know me? Do I know you? A stranger in line behind me who brushed against my arm. This mystery is only just beginning to unravel.

You are to be my companion, Master said a slave for my slave. A friend I can have to talk to. 

You are to be my playmate, Master said another cock for his hungry slut. Another man to heat my flesh.

You are a toy for his favorite pet. A new ball for his best friend. A new stud for his breedable bitch. 

I am excited to know you, we will have so much fun, pleasing Master together one slave on each side of his cock. Entertainment for his bordem.

Welcome to this team, we work together always. We have eachother back always. And together we will make Master the happiest man in the world. 

-Pandaish.

Master commanded: No panties today at work. 

As a good slave she obliged happily; though not certain for she has never gone without panties before especially at work. 

But the stimuli of the possibility of being seen as she bends over, the sensation as her scrubs' bottoms abrase her pussy lips. 

This slave is so wet she wonders is her slutty juices can be seen by her coworkers. Can they hear her heightened heartbeat. Do they see her flush cheeks? 

She is so aroused she is in a haze as she works through her daily responsibilities. Can the males here smell this slave...is she that exposed?

She hopes so, for this slave is an Exhibitionist. She love being seen. 

This day seems to be filled with brimming possibilities. And this slave is so excited. 

As she gets wetter and wetter...she hopes that her arousal will bring her Master Pleasure. 

-Pandaish

This slave is a dirty whore. A dripping slut who wants to be used; a needy streetwalker in need of a John. 

She wants to be passed around and used. She desires to be pumped full of cum and covered in the sweat of effort. A marathon runner at the end of a first place race. 

This slave knows what she is. Who she is. She is her Masters sex slave. She gets pleasure from his pleasure, his desires fulfilled. She lives to fulfill his wishes. 

She wishes to be his whore. She wants to make him proud of how much of a slut she is and the fact that this slave is his to play with, his to control. 

This slave needs to be used as the entertainment during the house party. She wishes to be the house slave. Serve her Master and guests drinks, bring them a joint, suck their rock hard cock.

Please Master, this slave begs of thee, let her be the whore she is. Let her be a fucking slut. She desires to make others want her only to have you remind her and them that she belongs to you and only you. My Master. 

Let this dirty whore of a slave be who she truly is. Let her be a dirty whore. 

-Pandaish

There is serenity in ignorance; a soul searching for Agartha, a paradise where the gods reside. An oasis in the desert; mirages echo your desires. 

In ignorance is fear; unsure of the unknown you fight. A lepord in a corner fighting for its life as its 'hunters' only wish to free its trapped leg. A dark figure following you as you go to your car.

In fear is my soul; like a lost light in the darkness, I searched for my Serenity. Trial and error I  searched for Him. The person with whom I could become whole. 

In my soul is not my Master. He is God above me. Protective and righteous he sees all thoes who wish to manipulate and harm. He is a wolf protecting his mate. 

In my Master is Serenity. Like the lights that dance as you close your eyes he is the warmth that cascades over my entire being. I am His and I am safe. He is my Master. 

-Pandaish

A twilight dream starts as any other. A feeling.

I was nothing, a whore with no purpose, I was wild. He tamed me and all I want is to serve him now and forever. 

There he was; just there and looking straight at me; my body wasn't what he was staring at though. No. He was looking straight at my soul; this small little flame, melancholy and pride, he sees all of me. 

I kneel, a wonder of service. As I settle on my heels and my knees apart wide and my hands rest on my warm soft thighs as I openly display what I have to offer to him. Eyes respectfully downcast. 

Would he accept me, am I enough? 

His hand trails along my shoulders, shivers cascade down my body; an avalanche running down the slopes of my body, settling deep inside my core.

"You may rise." His voice drawls, lazily and dangerous. 

As I do so I can see his eyes widen a little as he can see my full body now front facing and on display. A smirk rests on his face, delectable and sinful.

"Give us a little turn sweetheart, show them what a horny little slut you are." He breathes into my ear. 

As I spin slowly I can see movement just out of the lights reach, but if I focused, it seemed like men. A few of them. I hear buckles and zippers and Master chuckles at the frightened bunny look that I am positive is plastered all over my face. 

"You are going to help please some of Masters friends tonight, aren't you pet?" He said loudly enough for the others can hear, I wimper in desire. 

"What do we say?" He growls as he roughly grabbed my chin. 

"Yes Master, I am here to serve all your friends." I moan.

As they approach, I can feel the air in the room shift from still to electric. A bolt of lightning that shakes the earth where is kisses the ground. The light disappears as a blind fold of silk robs me of my sight. 

The first hand, one I know like my own heart, my Master. It squeezes my shoulder, reassuring me that I am going to be alright. He is there to protect me.

The second hand cups my right breast, smaller in size and cooler to the touch. It is gentle but as it roughly pinches my nipples I know that they are holding back. 

The third on my thigh, it's hot and they have longer nails. I can feel them digging into the soft flesh on my inner thigh causing me to shiver with delight. 

A fourth? I can no longer tell how many hands there are. They are everywhere. A large hand is grasping at my waist, a smaller one is playing with my clit. A pair is abusing my left breast and another set is rubbing their cock on my face and lips telling me to kiss it. My Master. I would know his scent anywhere. 

I happily oblige as I loose myself to lust. I reach out my hand and Master grabs it. A strong grip suffocated my silent panic instantly. 

Then, I awoke to my alarm. Shaken and aroused. 

Welcome to the dreams of a horny little slut slave. 

-Pandaish

The board is polished; cherry and aspen in a methodic pattern. The hibiscus' blush as the morning suns rays kiss its outreached petals. 

My move; a friendly bounce of movement. A black bumble bee hovering from bloom to bloom, occasionally catching themselves from a burst of wind. 

Their move; an interested curiosity. A panther lazily looking at a bunny wonder within its gaze, it's fur warmed by the heat of the jungle, steam rising off a leaf.

My move; a child presenting their drawing. A deep story behind the wiggles and and smears of color. The wind over a corn field in the middle of the Tennessee afternoon.

A jump; you lost a token.

My move; a honest dog in the doorway asking for you to toss the ball. My tail wags as you take it from my mouth; red like an apple on the counter in the fruit bowl in the morning. 

You were looking for a pomegranate.

And a minx. 

Your move; a cold steel shelf. Smooth and empty of the books it once held. The ocean as the storm rolls in grey and rumbling like low growl. 

Hop, king, double hop.

My move; a tentative brush on on empty canvas. No form or destination for its bold hue. Crimson as life itself; the poppy in the field surrounded by birds eyes. 

Your move; a short blade, sharp and clean. A shark in the water, a calculating machine of apathy. A frozen jab. 

My move; in shock i am puzzled. A wondering soul lost on the street, searching for any reason why. An ugly duckling lost by a puddle, sodden and melancholy. 

Your move. 

My move; I scramble to make you like me again as my complex demands. An addict in search of her next fix. Colored by the street lights I posture; a pose, on offer. 

My move. I choose not to message again, in fear of being seen as needy. A small survivor in the corner afraid of what everyone thinks of her who stands up regardless.

Hop. Hop. King me. Hop. Hop. 

My move. 

Hop.

I win. 

-Pandaish

On my knees, legs spread, palms upward resting on my thighs to the sun. It's rays kisses my bare skin like a breeze through a field of grass; with a swish the blades sings a gentle lullaby.

My back straight and then arched, a bead of sweat rolls down my spine. A sensual silhouette. My face forward, held high and confident; eyes castdown in respect; a small smirk on my full lips, a velvet touch. My breasts a soft handful of creamy weight. 

My breath hitches as he enters the room. On full display in my lust, I crave him. I can sense his eyes on me. Feasting on my exposed form causing my heart rate to climb. My breasts move with the effort of my breathing.. his eyes zero in on my dusty rose nipples. 

I need his touch. I need him to use me. He circles me; a bunny rabbit in the corner shuddering as the wolf salivates at his catch. He licks his lips...a shiver runs from my lips to my heated core; a chain of fire that he holds the lead of. 

His eyes consume my body, his strong hand reaches for my face, he cups my cheek and I melt into his touch; a hot spring as I sink into its depths. 

He pulls my eyes to look onto his. Thoes grey pools pulling my soul to the bottom. I feel like I could get lost in thoes pools. A sweet surrender of serene simplicity. 

After he has had his fill I am dismissed, and I have passed his inspection once again. My heart leaps at the pleasure in his eyes. My submission more pleasing then any sexual act I could ever preform. 

As I rise he grabs my curls and whips me over the bed. My ass exposed he give me three firm swats onto the sensitive flesh. Burning red I cry out in pleasure and pain. My center flooding like a floodgate. 

His chuckle makes my heart just again and he plunges his cock deeply into my hot flesh. The motion so sudden that it lights the fire that was idle in my core. I cry out consumed by pleasure as he uses me to relax; his fist wrapped in my curls a vice of the best type. 

I feel my center filling with pressure... it's coming... I am coming. He pulls harder at my hair pulling my back to his chest as he thrusts as deep as he dared.  

His lips lock on the place where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth makes a sensual pressure. I can feel the pressure of his mouth, marking me for all to see. 

He bites down and I cry out as I climax for the second time as he fills me to the brim with his seed. My body shakes with aftershocks of pleasure. He puts his hand around my neck, his cock still inside me. 

"You are mine," he growls into my ear. 

This is why I submit, his pleasure is my pleasure. I live to serve my Master. He is my whole world. He is my God. And I am his faithful deciple.

-Pandaish