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Working Day

My breath was coming in short gasps, ever muscle in my body ached with the wonderful excitement, built up over several hours now. My eyes were half closed, my mind partially with her, feeling every movement of her body, watching her, feeling her light touch. The other part of my mind was a frenzy of lust, of thoughts and visions of being my Mistresses' slave, her maid, her toy...tied, leashed, shackled; in whatever position I was doing as I was told...guided but certainly not under duress...I so desired to be told, to seem to be forced...but I was aching to do all the things that were required of me. I would be her lover, her man, her slave, her maid, her slut, her whore. There was no separation of the role...I was all these things because she wanted it...and because I needed it.