Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2011 13:00:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Vincent Vincent <not_your_typical_master@yahoo.com> Subject: Penance - Chapter 14 First, the basics: This is a work of fiction. Those who are underage or for any other reason should not be reading sexually explicit material, close this window. Copyright 2011. Any praise, criticism, or comments are to be sent to me: Not_your_Typical_Master@yahoo.com Enjoy! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= January 20th YOU have decided to further refine the worship from YOUR faggots, adding more structure to the ritual of YOUR arrival home. As soon as YOUR car pulls in, two of YOUR minions, less adept at food preparation, scurry from the kitchen and worship YOUR shoes as YOU enter YOUR home. YOU, of course, ignore them as they franticly lick YOUR heels as YOU walk to YOUR lounge chair and settle in. Once there, they use their mouths to sensually remove YOUR shoes and socks, making love to them and to YOUR feet. YOU, of course, continue to ignore them, devoting YOUR attention to more important things: watching TV, loosening and removing YOUR tie, talking to YOUR friends on the phone, or just closing YOUR eyes and relaxing from YOUR day at work. This continues for an hour or so while YOUR dinner continues to be prepared by YOUR other three worshippers. Should YOU want to piss, YOU unleash YOUR cock knowing one of YOUR servants will place its head within aim of YOUR prick as YOU pour YOUR stream down its throat. YOUR urinals know never to touch YOUR prick as YOU drain YOUR piss into them. Once YOUR plate is prepared, the three slaves in the kitchen slide underneath YOUR dining table. YOU arise and the two faggots at YOUR feet rise up to strip YOU of YOUR pants and shirt. As YOU walk to the dining table and lower YOUR briefs as YOU sit down on YOUR rattan chair, they scurry back into the kitchen to get YOUR plate, YOUR glass, and YOUR silverware to present to YOU on bent knee. They remain standing at YOUR sides to keep YOUR plate and glass full while the three on the floor adore YOUR asshole (through the removed rattan mesh of YOUR dining chair) and YOUR feet under YOUR table. Again, they are completely ignored as YOU focus on YOUR food and perhaps read a book, the newspaper, or continue talking to YOUR friends while YOU eat. When YOU have men accompany YOU for dinner, YOUR friends are pleasured as well, spreading the worship amongst everyone worthy of sitting at YOUR table. Thank YOU for the structure YOU provide, LORD, to keep YOUR stupid suckholes out of chaos, out of trouble, and out of line. Thank YOU for creating this home dedicated to YOUR adoration. Thank YOU for being our Fucking God. YOU have become the maestro of YOUR own orchestra, silently harmonizing in worship of YOU. February 27th YOU have learned the joy of watching YOUR idiotic faggots compete for the joy of YOUR beautiful cock. A few weeks ago, YOU came home with a bag of marbles. It was impossible to read the expressions of YOUR other holes, but there is good reason to suspect some confusion and fear, for whenever YOU bring home some toy, it's likely to be trouble. YOU requested an empty glass and some liquid lubricant. You dropped five marbles in the glass and poured the lube in until all five marbles were covered while YOUR dickheads continued preparing YOUR meal and worshipping YOUR feet. As YOUR dinner was being presented on the table, YOU demanded YOUR five off-duty whores kneel and display their fuckholes to YOU. YOU quickly slipped a marble in each hole. "OK, get back to work. The last one with a marble kept inside gets to worship My cock tonight." YOU laughed watching five holes clench throughout the evening while walking and crawling to serve YOU. As small as those damned balls were, it didn't take long for the first to pop out of one of YOUR lackey's butts. "Last choice," YOU announced, meaning that minion would get the last choice of where to place its mouth on YOUR flesh. Two more marbles popped out during the course of serving YOUR meal. And the fourth popped out while kneeling to be YOUR footstool as YOU relaxed in front of YOUR television. And so, when YOU decided to be worshipped, it was clear the order in which YOUR laity got to place their lips and tongues on YOUR flesh. The winner chose, of course, YOUR tasty prick. The next was sucking on YOUR full, hairy nuts. The third chose YOUR delicious asshole, and the last two sucked on YOUR fragrant armpits. YOU seemed to really enjoy the competition because ever since, YOU have found some way to make YOUR minions compete for YOU. Who can hold in their piss the longest? Who can drag the most weight from their nuts across the room? Who can keep a banana in their throat the longest? Who can swallow YOUR giant dildo the deepest? Who can keep sitting on it the longest? Whatever degrading or agonizing torment YOU dream up, YOUR harem performs for YOUR amusement, all for the hope of being rewarded with the opportunity to embrace YOUR cock with their lips and throat. YOU are cruel and terrifying. Thank YOU for that. And thank YOU for everything YOU do to continue the training of YOUR bitches and deepening our adoration of YOU.