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
