"Ignore" you, pet? I couldn't if I wanted to! Trust me on this one, sweetheart, not if my very life depended upon it!
Right now, before I write anymore, I want you to strip for me, v- Remember, you are to be completely naked, at all times, when we are "together."
Now, with that out of the way, we can continue...
I hope that you got the toy I asked you to buy. I hope you didn't disappoint me already. I don't want to be disappointed in you, my pet, ever. For, when that happens, My mood can change from one of peaceful contentment to one of rage, depending on the offence. This offence would not render Me livid with blinding rage but it could leave you with welts on your bottom from the riding crop! Or, worse yet, I might have to ignore you until you have complied with My wishes. And I reeeally don't want to ignore you as, that would hurt Me more than it might you.
When you and I are together, v, there are no "others." I will devote all My attention to you. So don't concern yourself with any other notions. I will also require you to devote yourself to Me, completely. Mind, body, at least. You should keep your spirit, unless you really want to loan that to me at those times, in which case I'll be very gentle with it until you ask for it back. (I don't mess around with "souls," too much anymore. There was just too much fuss with God and the Angels in the past. )
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Here's a fantasy for you to ponder, my pet:
There's a hurricane blowing outside so nothing and no one are going anywhere.
We have just awakened from a well-deserved sleep after being up for much of the night, making love. You run to the kitchen to fix a small brunch to keep our energy up. Because of the storm outside, there's nothing else to do, so we might as well spend the day fooling around, I tell you with a mischievous grin on my face.
Just then, I get a whiff of something stinky. Sniffing around, I realize the smell is Me and I excuse myself to go take a shower, leaving you in the kitchen. I run and take a quick, 5-minute shower and afterward, turn the water off and wrap a towel around my head and walk out of the bathroom, dripping wet. Sneaking into the kitchen, I see you with your back to me, still working on our meal. I tiptoe up to you and startle you, rubbing My dripping-wet body on your nude backside; tickling your warm, dry back with my hairy, wet chest.
You jump, startled again, by the feel of my wet, erect penis accidentally nudging the cleft between your buttocks as if my manhood has a mind of its own, wanting to return to its favorite place in the world, the same place where it had spent much of our previous night of wild, loving sex. But I will it to refrain because I remember how sensitive your anus gets after you've let Me fuck it raw.
So, instead, I reach around your nude body and gently grab onto your soft nipples, stretching them and electrifying your nervous system in the process. I listen as you have a mini-orgasm in front of me. I let go of your hard, taught nipples, reluctantly, to hold you up as your knees go weak. I can feel My dick get harder as the smell of your sex permeates the air in the kitchen, overpowering the odor of the fresh fruit you'd been dicing for our salad and the fresh-cut flowers that lie in the vase on the counter next to the sink.
I grab you by the hips, spin you around, pick you up and place your ass down on the counter in front of me. Prying your legs apart and spreading them, almost painfully, I reach into the salad bowl for a big slice of my favorite fruit: a mango. Taking the sweet treat in hand, I place it on your pussy lips, which have slightly parted already and begun to leak with your own lubrication. Rubbing the mango all over the labia makes them glisten even more. And the smell --- Ohhh, the delightful smell of your pussy mixed with the mango is intoxicating.