dirtymisstress

It was an emotinal day. And I've been saying that everyday, but today was most emotinal by far. It was my last day of school. [it was techinally friday, but you could come today and yesterday if you need to make up shtuff....or just to come<<which is what I did.] I never got that whole end of the year thing of sadness and crying over not seeing people for 2 1/2 months...it just never made any sense to me. I always that it was soooo pathetic. But now...I get it. Oh boy do I get it. And it's strange...beacuse the person that I'm having all these feelings for, the one that's made me understand this end of the year thing...I'm going to see him over the summer. In fact I'm seeing him later tonight...this just doesn't make any sense to me. *sighs*....
Today wasn't all tears and sadness though, I did have A LOT of fun! me and a bunch of my friends went out to eat after we left the school. [I'm cold....I just realized this haha]
Things are really good now. But I still have this feeling of gulit in the pit of my stomach. But when I see him that gulit that eats my stomach alive goes away. I'm insanly happy when I'm with him. I never knew I could be this happy. =D And the feelings of gulit are soooo...worth the joy that he brings me.
But...you know sometimes I just can't helping thinking about what next year is going to be like without him....I mean he'll be there. But I won't see him as much, during the day at least-not like I did before. I try not to think about this...but I can't help it! 
gosh...I'm soooo tired. All of these, emotions haha....have wore me out!

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I’ll be the balloon
the one bouncing and flicking
into the sunset
that puts a grin on your face
I’ll be the bubble
that kisses your nose
and shimmers radiant colors
and you wont know how special I am
until you cant make another as
sweet as me
I’ll be the street lamp that flickers
by your window
and snaps alive at the first sign of sorrow
to comfort showering rain
pattering against my frame
its not like I wasn’t all this before
I will turn into the star shine that guides you
when all other lights have gasped their last breath
and forget they ever lived for you
I will take form of the simple song
rhyming words of bliss in your ear
and whispering you to sleep with my gentle beat
in synch with your heart
I will be the wind chimes
singing a high summer song
pushing clouds along the horizon
until they disappear
I will be the quiet drive
from home to distant sea
and as you watch the waves sliding their
fingers across the shore
you’ll know its really me

&& find out what song this is I have the artist already I just need to know the song title.

The way you look at me. the things I want to be. it reminds me. this prisons built to last. my dark and lonely path behind me. there is a solid ground under our bare feet. but you said there's nothing but distance in between. the things you were and are. you're close and not too far. lies oh lies. what are you waiting for. lies oh lies. could you sound more desperate if you tried. I know that you feel everything i picture in my mind. so say you'll change. cause things will never be the same. I followed you home tonight. then someone was on the passenger side. that I’d never seen before. no I’ve never seen you before. there's something about the sound. and the silence felt in a lonely town. cause I’ve never seen you before. it's too bad we all want a little more. liars are obviously our best friend. and I’ve read all your words over and over again. and I cant make sense of the things you mentioned. the repetition waists my time. come to think of these waited moments are both of yours and mine. lies oh lies. what are you waiting for lies. oh lies. I followed you home tonight. and someone was on the passenger side that I’d never seen before. no I’ve never seen you before. there's something about the sound and the silence felt in a lonely town. cause I’ve never seen you before and there's nothing you're waiting for but lies. oh lies. wait are you waiting for lies. oh lies.

-Nikol Werner

I was late for school one morning, because I woke up late. I got to school and walked into Mr. Hann's class, he got up from behind his desk and came over to me. 'You're late. And what are you wearing?' he says, looking over my outfit. My black, pleated skirt is rolled up, stopping just before the curve of my ass, my white shirt, wrinkled from the day before has it's first two buttons undone, and the black school tie is hung loosely around my neck. I looked up at him, brushing my hair behind an ear. 'Please , Mr. Hann, don't give me detention...' I say, pleading, it normally works with him. 'I'm sorry, but you have to stay in after school.' he says, walking back to his desk. I go to my place and sit down on the science stool, grabbing my pen and beginning to write the notes on the board. I lean over a bit, to let people see the edge of my newest black lace bra. I look over to Mr. Hann and see him watching me, quickly looking away. I shrug and keep writing. Mr Hann was in his late twenties, but still pretty hot. After about half an hour of writing, the bell rings and everyone gets up. By the time I've finished stashing all my stuff in my one-shoulder bag, I join the end of the line out the door. Mr. Hann closes the door behind me, and I feel his hand brush over my ass. It tingled, and I couldn't help turning around to him and grinning before walking away. The day passed slowly, the usual, Maths, English, Social Studies. Finally, the school bell rang to go home. I sighed and got up, putting my bag on my shoulder and heading to the detention room. I opened the door to see Mr. Hann sitting at the desk. I knew I must've been the only one in detention, because the teacher who gives the detention sits with the student for the hour if there is only one. With a shrug I go and sit down, dumping my bag on the floor next to me. I grab my book and a pen, writing down some notes for Maths. Every so often I glance up to see Mr. Hann watching me, but this time he doesn't look away. I grin, liking the attention. I pretend to drop my pen on the floor, standing up and going to grab it, bending over so he could see my matching black lace thong. I go back and sit down, looking up at him. It was obvious he was turned on, trying to hide his boner in his lap. I shrug it off, and keep writing. About halfway through my detention, I drop my pen by accident, and it rolled towards his desk. I walked over, bending over again, but as I stood up I felt his fingers slide under my skirt and lightly brush over my ass cheeks. I feel myself getting a bit turned on, and I slow down my movements, and he leaves his hand there, resting on my ass. With his other hand he draws me back on his lap, making me sit over his boner. I can feel his erection pressing against my moist slit - and he knows it. I begin to go slightly red as his hand slide over my ass, the other moving around to brush my thigh. By this time I'm getting really horny, his fingers moving closer and closer to my wet slit. He touches the front of my thong with his finger and I shudder, his finger moving my thong aside to gently slide into my hole. I shudder again, so totally ready as my juices flow over his finger. He draws his hand out and sucks at it, tasting my juice. 'Take off your thong,' he says, looking at me. I shake my head, he was my teacher. 'Take off your thong or I'll keep you in detention for the rest of the month.' I nod, sliding my thong off. I didn't want my parents knowing I had detention. His hands move back to my slit, his thumb rubbing my slit as he forces two fingers into me, another wave of juice flowing over his fingers. Suddenly he lifts me off his lap, standing up and clearing his things off his desk. I stand there as he does it, my slit still dripping with juice. He lays back on his desk, all his clothing still on. 'Now, come here and put your legs over me,' he says, watching me intently. I do as he tells me, putting one leg over him and straddling him, across his stomach. He moves his hands to my thighs, pulling me up his body as I help him, until my pussy is directly over his mouth. I can feel his warm breath on me, his tongue poking out of his mouth to touch my clit softly. I let out a light moan, getting even wetter. He keeps going, lapping lightly at my clit. I push myself down on him, the feeling going to my head. Slowly he slips his tongue inside me, licking at my warm juices, each lap bringing another wave of juice. I keep moaning, louder and louder as his tongue works at my slit. As my moans become louder and louder he slows down, eventually stopping and helping me get up. He gets up himself, sitting me on the edge of his desk. He unzips his pants, pulling them down, his thick, wet member pulsing with readyness. I look at his rod and gasp, wondering if it'll fit inside me. He takes hold of my thighs, spreading them apart and slowly plunging his shaft into me. I let out a loud moan as he starts pumping, faster and faster, one of his fingers rubbing my clit. I moan, until I'm nearly screaming, each thrust into me bringing another flood of pleasure. 'Oh, Oh.. Ohhh....' I moan as I orgasm once, my body shaking as I cum. But he doesn't give in, driving into me faster and faster as I orgasm again again, my pussy walls clenching over his cock. With a loud, grunting moan he releases his load, thick cum flooding my pussy. We both continue to moan, panting, as he slides out of me. He moves back, wiping his cock with a tissue and zipping his pants back up, grabbing his things and walking out of the room. Over his shoulder he says, 'I'll see you next detention.' I'm left there, still panting, my pussy covered with his cum. I lay back on the desk, grabbing my thong and pulling it back on.

She couldn't keep herself from glaring at the woman who had replaced him. The creature who called herself Ms. Walters smiled sweetly at the last reader for the day and said with as sugary a voice, "Thank you, Don. You may now be seated." She watched as Ms. Walters rose from his chair from behind his desk and stalked like the predator she was around his classroom.
"Well," she sighed as she stopped stalking and turned to face the class, "I see Mr. Sawyer has taught you far more than you lead me to believe." As always, the sound of his name made her heart beat faster and her stomach tickle... Then sent a pain through her chest and made her spirits drop as she remembered his (now) permanent absence. She chewed on the inside of her lip to keep the tears from surfacing and focused intently on what the new teacher was saying.

"...If tonight you'd all write rhetorical question introductions to be shared in class tomorrow. I want to see how broad you all are before we begin the final report."
The bell rang then, dismissing the students from school. Notebooks fluttered shut and chairs screeched as the class rose and rushed out of the door.
She rose slowly from her seat then, realizing she had no reason to stay behind anymore, quickened her movements and hastened to leave this hell-hole.
"Melissa," Ms. Walters called to her just as she'd reached the doorway. She halted and turned back, a look of innocence on her face. "Are you okay, dear?"
She smiled fakely and nodded, then fled the room before she was questioned any further.

Later, she lay on her bed, music as loud as it could go, lights dimmed, right arm draped dramatically over her eyes.
She heaved a sigh and rolled onto her stomach, glaring at the blank notebook paper that was her introduction.
Gotta get to work.

She couldn't focus. Her mind danced away from thoughts of homework and into memories of her time with him. Picking up her pencil from the bed and aggressively tapping the notebook, she tried desperately to forget him, even just for a few moments. Sadly, she couldn't.
Growling, she scribbled fierce circles on the top margin of her paper. Questions? How about, why couldn't we be together? Why did he have to leave me? How is that fair?
She stopped scribbling circles and thought for a moment. Did she dare?
Suddenly, she began to write...

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ms. Walters strode into the classroom five minutes after the bell, and the class quieted down. She was slightly breathless as she took her seat. "Excuse my tardiness," she told the class. "I had some... discussing that needed to be done."
She glanced at Melissa who slumped over the table, doodling in her notebook. Curious to hear what she had written, and now plagued with the rumors of her and Mr. Sawyer's past, she announced to the room, "I will not take volunteers today. I will simply pick you randomly."
She smiled and commanded, "Melissa, read us your introduction."

Melissa jerked up from her slouch at the sound of her name and stood to present her work. Ms. Walters leaned back in her chair and rested her chin her hand, listening to the girl's words.

"What if you were given the chance of a lifetime to be with the one person you cared for the most? Would you take it? Even if there were major risks involved? Tell me, would you take up the scrolls of a forbidden teaching and drown yourself in a passionate knowledge? Or would you merely walk away to live a simple life?
"And what would you do if your life suddenly became a Romeo and Juliet story? Would you continue to star in your dramatic affair? Could you take the complexity of being star-crossed lovers, destined to love only in the dark?
"What would you do when you were torn from your love? Could you stand the pain of permanent separation? Or would you give up and mourn your loss?
"Does fairness sound so good to you now?"

The class sat in silence. "That was wonderful," Ms. Walters breathed. Melissa smiled her thanks and took her seat, leaving her teacher half satisfied. Was that about the rumors? she wondered, as she called another student to read. She'd never know.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Melissa opened the window to her bedroom and sat on the window seat. Her head leaned back to rest on the wall behind her as she gazed out at the backyard of her house and the neighbors house. Children played on a swing set next door in the cool air of this spring night. She smiled at their shrieks of enjoyment then focused on a spider that was making its way up the screen of her window. Her eyes moved to the purple dusk sky, wistfully examining the sun reflected clouds and the few stars that were appearing.

God, I miss him...

The sky blurred and she made no attempt to stop her tears. She just slumped over and let them fall as she slipped into her mind to relive the time they'd spent together...

to be cont.

As you slowly wake up the first thing you realize is that you cannot see anything. You have been blindfolded. The next thing you realize is that you are bound on a cold steel table. Both of your hands are chained together above your head and your legs are spread wide apart. You are wearing clothes, although you soon come to the realization that they are not yours. You are wearing a lace bra, lace panties, stockings, and a dog collar.
The last thing you remember is coming home from a party and getting to your room. You attempt to turn on the lights, but they don't work. After standing there in the dark for a few moments, an arm wraps around your body and a hand covers your face with a rag. You slowly fade into darkness.
Now you are here, where ever this is. You become scared, not knowing who did this to you or why, what they're going to do to you or how long you'll be there. Tears begin to fall from under the blindfold as you begin to pull at your bindings, attempting desperately to escape. You realize that the hard you pull on the chains, the colder your hands get and the more pain your wrists suffer. Very soon you begin to hear footsteps, just realizing that all of your struggling must have attracted some attention. More frightened than ever, you wait.
You hear the footsteps above you travel to a set of stairs. Coming down the stairs, the footsteps get closer and closer until you can feel someone standing over you. Your blindfold has been removed.
"So I see you're finally awake," says my dark and calm voice.
You are too scared to say anything.
"You are truly a delicious one. I'm glad I found you."
"W-what are you going to do to me?" you ask in a timid and frightened voice.
You feel me lean down and breath on your ear and whisper.
"Whatever I want..."
"No!" you scream as you begin to thrash at your chains. "PLEASE SOMEONE HEP ME!"
At that moment, I grasp your throat with my large hand, cutting off your oxygen.
"Now listen here, you little slut," I say in a much darker tone. "I own you now so be a good little whore and don't piss me off. If you do, I'll have to punish you."
I look down at you as the fear in your eyes swells greater and greater. Tears stream down the sides of your face as I life my hand from your throat. As I stare into your glossy marbles, you look like you want to say something, but you don't say anything. You only stare back in to my eyes, eyes that are full of lust and desire. You look at me and see that the only thing I am wearing is a pair of black jeans. You stare at my large, built body and know that I am going to overpower you greatly, so you don't even think of trying anything foolish.
After walking around you a bit, I am ready to make my first move. I begin to rub and caress your beautiful tits through the material of your black lace bra. You look away from me, slowly crying and trying not to sob your poor little eyes out. You hear a zipper and quickly turn your head to see my massive cock sticking out of my pants. Your eyes widen.
"Now suck it slut," I command.
You instantly turn your head away, not wanting anything to do with me. I then grab your face and turn your head back toward me. I grab your nose hard as to cut off your oxygen again, knowing that eventually you will have to breath out of your mouth. I can see your face turn red as the pressure in your lungs begins to build up. No more than three seconds later do you open your mouth wide to breath in. I take this exact moment to thrust my entire cock in your mouth and let go of your nose. You choke and gag right away as I can feel my dick touch the back of your throat. You breathe hard through your nose as you begin to cry once more. As I figured, you are not sucking as I have commanded you to so I start to fuck your mouth. You sob hard, but that doesn't stop me from dominating you, my little whore. I want pleasure from you and I will take it. I keep thrusting harder and harder.
"If you suck then I won't have to do this bitch!" I say to you, grabbing your tits harder than before.
Wanting the pain to stop, you instantly close your lips around my cock and start sucking as hard as you can, still crying and still breathing hard through your nose.
"That's a good little bitch," I say to you, sticking my cock down your throat. "Suck hard slut!"
With a loud cry you do as I command, wrapping your tongue all around my cock, taking every inch of me deep down your throat. You keep gagging and choking, but you don't stop. Very soon you feel my cock bulge inside of your mouth, then explode with my hot cum. You scream with my cock still inside of your mouth as I begin to fill your face with my hot cum. You get so much in your mouth that it begins to drip out of the corners of your mouth.
"Swallow it bitch," I command as I slide my dick out of your mouth.
You just stare at me with wide eyes. As soon as I make eye contact with you, I slap you across your face.
"Do it you little whore!"
Still crying you do as I say and swallow my entire load of cum then open your mouth and begin gasping for air.
"See," I say in a very calm and friendly voice, "that wasn't so bad was it?"
You only stare at me. Very quickly I wrap my hand around your neck again.
"You should learn to answer me you little slut," I say in the same voice.
"Y-yes...," you stutter trying to get oxygen.
"Well I could have done a lot worse to you...Now we're going to play a little bit," I say.
I leave your sight for just a moment and return with a large red candle that appears to have been lit for a very long time and a small, yet very powerful looking vibrator. It is about five inches in length and black.
"I want to see which you will react to more," I say, "the pain or the pleasure. First, we will start with the pain."
Your eyes widen as your look at the burning candle. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a small knife and cut your bra open so that your beautiful breasts are exposed for me. The cold atmosphere of my little dungeon turns your soft nipples hard as rocks. I bend down and gently lick both of them one at a time, teasing you and sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body. You squirm and wiggle, trying to free yourself from my exploring tongue. Of course, you fail. As I look at your sexy titties, I take the candle and slightly tip it over them, allowing the red candle wax to fall and splatter upon your breasts. At that moment, you let out a cry of pain that quickly dies down as the wax cools on your skin. I do this several more times and watch your body writhe in agony. At long last, the wax has finally been used up. You lie there on the table breathing hard, your chest heaving up and down with the dried wax looking like fresh blood all over you.
"Alright," I quietly say, "I'm satisfied with your pain."
"Please," you plead with me, almost crying, "ple-."
At that moment, I cut you off by slapping you across your face. You stare off into space for a moment, the stinging in your cheek leaving you breathless. You say nothing, knowing that from our previous physical activities, I could have done much worse to you.
"Now, I didn't give you permission to speak, my little whore. From now on you'll have to ask me for that. In fact, you'll have to ask me for everything. You will ask by simply saying, 'Master may I please...'. It's just that simple. Do you understand?"
For a moment, you say nothing, but then you remember the consequences of this action.
"Y-yes Master," you whimper. "...M-master, may I please speak?"
"I suppose so," I say examining the vibrator.
"When are you going to let me go?"
I look down at you and for a swift moment, you think that I am going to hit you again, but I don't.
"I already told you," I chuckle, "you're mine now. I'm never letting you leave."
"Bu-,"
"You're done talking. Now. It's time to see how you react to pleasure."
At this moment, I turn the vibrator on. It seems to hum like that of a thousand bees. Just by looking at the way it vibrates, you can tell how powerful it is. As I lower the toy, you try your best to close your legs but soon realize that the way your legs are chained, it is impossible. I then barley touch your clit with it, slightly rubbing in on your sensitive area. The vibration sends waves of pleasure all around your clit and right down between your legs. You try as hard as you can to hold in the wave of pleasure that is in your lungs and throat just waiting to be released. You hadn't ever used a vibrator before and had never wanted to. The only thing is you had never imagined it would feel this good.
You try to squeeze your legs together to give yourself more pleasure than I am currently allowing you to have. Your mouth gapes open as you try your hardest to keep your moans in your throat. Saliva begins to drip from your mouth when finally with a dramatic burst, you begin moaning so loudly I wouldn't be surprised if someone from the outside world heard you. I look down at you and smile. Your pussy is getting so wet, I can clearly see it through the material of your lace panties. At this point, I decide to give you more. I take the vibrator and move it between your legs directly on top of your pussy lips. This sends the vibrations shooting through your wet cunt, causing you to moan and scream even louder than before. As I look at your face, your eyes are shut and tears are running down the sides of your face. As I watch you squirm, I reach down and begin to caress your breasts and play with your pretty little nipples. You bite your lower lip and try to adjust yourself so that the vibrator will get deeper inside of you but as you do so, I pull it away so that you cannot pleasure yourself.
At this point I am satisfied with my test and am ready to be pleasured by you again. So I turn off the vibrator and put it away. Again, you lie on my table breathing and panting as though you had run a mile non-stop. Tears nearly fall down the sides of your face once more, wanting to be pleasured so badly, you would do nearly anything to orgasm. You begin to whimper and moan under your breath as I watch over you and contemplate what I want to do with you next. Upon deciding what to do, I take out my knife again and cut your panties and tear them off of you. As I do, you give off a slight yelp, not expecting it to happen. At this point you are confused. You don't know what to feel. You don't know if you should feel scared of me or if you should want me. You don't know if you wanting me to fuck your brains out is the right thing. You don't know what to say or do, so you just lie on my table like a good little bitch and wait for your master to decide.
As you watch me, I climb on top of the table and get between your legs. I then unchain your feet and place them on my shoulders. I then grab my huge cock and start to slide it into your dripping, tight pussy. You let out a sound that sounds like a mix between a moan and a scream. Your pussy is so tight that I actually have to force some of my cock into your pussy. In time I get all the way in you and grabbing the metal table's edges, I slowly start to fuck your wet pussy. You moan as loud as a wolf howls as I slowly side my dick in and out of you. At this point you begin crying, not out of pain, but out of pleasure. The tears stream down your face as I manhandle your body. I begin to caress and squeeze your titties, making your nipples hard again, and sending sensitive shocks of pleasure through your body. I scratch off some of the dried candle wax so that you can feel the touch of my manly hands on your beautiful breasts. I begin to kiss and bite at your neck and you can feel my warm breath on your ear.
With only a few minutes of me fucking your sexy cunt, it starts to loosen up and as I feel this, I begin to fuck your pretty little pussy harder and faster. You begin to moan louder and scream harder as you feel my bulging cock inside of you pumping harder and faster. At this point, you feel the orgasm coming that you did before. Both of our breathes become faster and harder, meaning that we are both about to orgasm on each other. You are the first one to orgasm, being half way pleasured before myself. Your hot cum pours out all over my dick and you scream in pleasure. Your pussy lips tighten around my cock and I grab your waist and begin to thrust inside of you harder and harder, wanting to pleasure myself using your body as my toy. In no longer than ten more seconds, I begin to pump my hot cum inside of your soaking wet pussy. For a moment, I lie on top of you, breathing just as hard as you are and all at once I get back up, unchain your hands and feet and turn you over so that you are on all fours with your ass in the air.
At this point of our erotic adventure, you are pretty sure of what is about to happen. All you feel is the cold metal table against your face and your ass cheeks being spread apart. Then you feel a cool, jelly-like substance being poured on your anus and seconds later, you feel my giant cock sliding into your asshole. Although you are finally unchained, you make little effort to try to escape. Probably because I already have such a strong hold over your body. All you do is clench your fists as I finally fit my dick into your asshole. I immediately begin to fuck your ass, slowly at first, making you moan in pleasure for me. As I slowly pump into your ass, your tits begin to swing back and forth. I grab your ass hard as I begin to thrust in your anus harder and faster, making you scream and yelp in both pain and pleasure. As I do this, I get hornier and out of an act of instinct, I grab a hand full of your hair and pull your head back as I fuck your ass still harder and faster.
You let out another yelp as the stinging goes through your head but you continue to moan to the pleasure of me fuck your ass. This time it doesn't take long for you or me to feel my cock bulging again, waiting to explode inside of your hot anus. At this, I pull your hair harder and start to pound into your ass, and of course, I begin to cum inside of your anus. You feel my hot liquid fill up your ass and then you feel me pull out of you. As soon as I do, you collapse on top of the table, exhausted and once again breathing hard. Then before you realize what happens, I grab your hair once again and throw you to the floor like a rag doll. Then I squat down next to you so that I don't have to speak loud for you to hear me.
"Not bad for a new bitch," I say in your ear. "I hope you enjoyed that my little slut."
All of the fucking has left your breathless, so once I figure out that you won't speak I disappear into the shadows of my dungeon and return with a chain and a black leather collar. I tie the collar tightly around your neck and attach the chain to it. Then I blindfold you once again.
"Now come with me," I instruct.
As I look at you, you are still attempting to catch your breath. Ignoring that, I pull on the chain and begin to walk toward the stairs. As I watch you try to get up, I put my foot on your head.
"Oh, no whore," I say in a calm, controlling tone, "Since you're my bitch, you're going to act like a bitch...now crawl."
Not wanting to upset me, you do as you are told and get back on all fours and continue to follow the chain in the direction that it is being pulled in. At first you feel hard concrete under your hands and knees, but then you feel the almost blistering wood of the stairs that you had heard me come down several hours earlier. You climb, the pain in your knees growing, but you dare not say a word in wishes not to displease me, your Master. Once we reach the top of the stairs, you feel something like marble on the floor or polished wood. Whatever it is, it's smoother and less painful than the stairs. For a few minutes you crawl on this floor, then we come to a stop. You wonder if we have reached our destination until you hear the sound of a heavy iron door opening. Then you feel the chain pull you again and once more you are crawling on a concrete floor. The only difference between this room and the dungeon is that the dungeon was cold and this place is hot and sweaty. This time, though, you are not crawling in silence. Now you can hear voices. Voices of other women crowded in this one room.
You hear things like "There's a new bitch in town!" or "Nice slut you've got Master!" or even such things as "I can't wait to sink my teeth into that little cunt!". These things don't really frighten you, but they don't turn you on either. All you do is keep your head low and keep crawling until we come to a stop within a few minutes. Then you hear another iron door open and you are pulled inside. For a moment, you feel nothing and then your blindfold is taken off. Your eyes adjust to the dim light of the prison-like cell that you are in. You look around and see that you are in a giant room with several of these cells most of which are holding four or five women. And not just one kind of woman; there are fat women, skinny women, tall women, short women, naked women, women dressed in lingerie, some even fully dressed. Every one of them has a collar around their neck just as you have. There have to be at least three dozen of them.
Before you finish looking around, I pull your face toward mine and before you can even look into my eyes, I kiss your lips and turn to close your cell door.
"Enjoy," is the final word that I say when I take my leave.
You sit there in your cell, stunned and in a daze, trying to figure out what just happened.
"It means he's going to keep you," comes a friendly female voice behind you.
You quickly turn around to see a beautiful woman in her early 30's wearing no clothes, just as you are. Although she is 30-something, she has very smooth skin and almost looks no older than 20. She introduces herself to you as Luna in a most ladylike way. She is a Caucasian woman with D sized breasts, long black hair, blue eyes, and luscious lips. She then crawls over to you and sits next to you and smiles while looking into your own eyes. From any of these women, you might think this as a threat, but Luna is actually here with you to help you. Hardly giving you any time to let out your feelings or emotions, she explains who I am, what I do, and why you are in a cell. You open your mouth to say something, but your words can't seem to find their way out. Moments later Luna presses her finger against your lip.
"You must be tired," she says as she guides you over to a corner of your cell that has a bed in it.
Without resisting her, you climb into the bed, exhausted from your time with me and pass out, Luna's icy blue eyes being the last thing that you see that day.

-acting
-I need music. It's an obsession...
-Tequila &&Sex
-Poetry
-PORK
 -imagination
-Sadomasochism 
-Being random/hyper/A.D.D. 
-Photography
Hot Topic
-individuality
-Cheerleading
-Drawing
-Androgynym
-Painting
-Dance Dance
-Lip-biting
-creativity
-I have scurvy....not joking! haha
-Metal(especially steel!)