Moira’s sex stories….”In the twilight”

The day began like any other. Moira was awakened the insistant beeping of the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to her bed. She groaned slightly as she started to rise. She HATED mornings! As she went to swing her legs off the side of the bed, her right ankle came to a stop in midair. Attached to the ankle was her Master’s leather cuff. Running from the cuff was medium wieght silver chain which ended at an eyehook screwed into the baseboard of the bed.

Moira chuckled softly to herself as she reached down to unbuckle the cuff. It has only been a few months since she had opted for this lifestyle, and sometimes the “small things” still surprised her. As she undid the cuff, she rubbed her sweaty ankle for a moment then dropped to her knees beside the bed.

“I am awake Master. Your slave will now go tend to her Master’s bitch.”

Hearing nothing, she rose to her feet and padded quietly to the dresser. Her Master had explained to her that He would place a different “slave trinket” there eavh evening that she was to wear the following day. Moira reached into a small metal bowl and removed a 13″ beaded chain. At each end was a stretchable loop. She fasted each loop over one of her rigid nipples and cinched it tight. The nipples grew harder and became slightly darkened and sent a fiery tingle through Moira’s breasts.

Moira hated/loved the nipple chain, but smiling softly to herself, she knew it could be worse. Her Master occasional put in a set of nipple clamps with small metal teeth. Those stung from the moent they were put on until He chose to remove them!

Moira then dropped to all fours and crawled to the the end of the dresser. The chain dangling between her breasts dragged slightly along the floor, tugging lightly on her sensitive nubs. Once there, she leaned forward and lapped up a small bit of water out of one of two bowls sitting against the wall beside the dresser. while doing so, she silintly repeated the mantra her Master had taught her:

“I am my Master’s animal.”

“I am my Master’s thing.”

“I am here for His pleasure.”

“I am beatufil and desireable.”

“I am my Master’s.”

Finishing her drink, she noticed in the twilight of the room that there was something in the the second bowl. She couldn’t quite make out what it was, but she knew better than to pick it up with her hands and bring it out of the shadow of the bowl. Moving slowly, she brought her lips down to the object. She knew it probably wouldn’t be anything TOO bad. After all, she had been pleasing to her Master the day before. She knew because He had told her so and allowed her to sleep with only her collar and ankle cuff.

Her lips touched a hard, smooth surface. Moira’s tongue crept out and felt along the top of the object. It was rounded and smooth with a fine ridge running across the top. Moira lapped at it for a moment, but drew no real taste. She thought it tasted sweet but could not be sure.

Once again, Moira thought though the previous day. She had done everything she was asked and a little more. She had been attentive to Sir and the children. She had tried hard to laugh and smile and make a loving home. She didn’t think she had failed in anything! Then she remembered. She had left a load of laundry in the dryer! Had HE seen? Of course He had. Sir saw everything! He ALWAYS knew when she had blown something off because she was “too busy”.

Now trembling slightly, she sucked in a breath and, reaching down tenderly with her teeth, grasped the object and pulled it into her mouth. Now that she had it completely engulfed, she could tell it was round on one side and flat on the other. She braced herself and bit down. The outside cracked and a very sweet liquid poured out. Moira thought she could taste alcohol. Biting down again, the juices mixed with her saliva and now brought the taste of chocolate and cherries. HE HADN’T NOTICED!!

Moira grinned foolishly at herself and finished chewing the mouthful of candy and swallowed it down. When she was done, she dipped her head into the other bowl and lapped up some water to wash some the sweetness from her mouth. She knew she wasn’t allowed to drink anywhere else unless told so, so she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t want to. After several second she was done.

Moira crawled to the closet and knelt perfectly, her back straight, her knees apart, her buttocks resting lightly on her heels ansd her hands sitting lightly, palm down, on the inside of her thighs. As she held this position for a minute or so, Moira could feel her nether lips part slowly, exposing her clit and pussy to the open air. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to feel wetness between her legs. After, merely thinking about having to drink and eat from bowls made her wet. Actually doing it was even better!

After holding her position for what seemed like five minutes, (she could always tell because her toes started to ache a little) Moira stood and pulled on her robe. She too special care in bringing it over her breasts so she didn;t snag the chain. The smooth material did absolutely nothing to ease the tightness of her nipples.

She ran her hands through her hair and headed toward the bedroom door. She would use the bathrrom then go and wake each of the studs. As she opened the door, she heard Sir’s voice coming out of the darkness that was the bed.

“Don’t forget to fold the clothes.”

“Yes Sir.” Moira replied meekly as she almost bolted for the bathroom.