suckitbimbo: suckitbimbo: (Image from U Kn0w U Want It) He was out there somewhere. She knew that mu
suckitbimbo: suckitbimbo: (Image from U Kn0w U Want It) He was out there somewhere. She knew that much. She didn’t know who he was, how he looked, how he sounded. She just knew he was out there. And that she had to make herself worthy of him. It had started a few weeks ago, with an e-mail. It simply read “You should work out more”. When she replied to tell whoever it was that he had the wrong address, she got no reply. The more she thought about it, the e-mail was right. She should work out more. The e-mails kept coming. First a few times a week, then daily. Always telling her what she should do. At first it was innocent enough, things she wanted to do anyway. You should eat healthy. You should wear something pink today. You should buy some new clothes. You should worry less. But then it started turning more dirty. You should touch yourself. You should not wear underwear. You should buy a dildo. You should practice sucking cock. For some reason she kept doing what the e-mails told her to. It felt good being told what to do, to let go off her responsibilities. Somehow she knew that she was doing all of this for a reason. For him. To turn herself into what he wanted her to be. But all of this didn’t worry her. All that mattered to her was making herself worthy of his love. One day her doorbell rang. It was a delivery man with a package for her. When she opened it, an outfit was in the box. A note was attached to it, You should wear this. She quickly disrobed and put on her new outfit. It was not much of an outfit, more like a slutty bathing suit. But it felt amazing against her skin. She knew, knew, she must be close to being worthy, if he was sending her clothes to wear. As she was looking out the window, dreaming herself away, imagining herself on her knees in front of him like the good girl he wanted her to be, she heard her phone ping. She had gotten a new e-mail! You should get yourself ready for me. Instantly she knew he meant. She checked her makeup, which she always put on in the morning. She looked gorgeous, all her hard work had paid off. He would be pleased with her. She began rubbing her dripping wet pussy and playing with her tits. Another ping from her phone alerted her to a new e-mail. You shall come with me and be mine. She hadn’t even put her phone down, when her doorbell rang. She ran to it, opened it and saw him. Her Master. “Good girl” he said, as he looked on her. An orgasm washed over her, washing away her old self. She was his now, forever. Another old one, that I think deserve a bigger audience.Starting next week, I should have more time to write again, so new stuff is on the way. Just give me a little more time. And remember, there is always the archive. Over a year’s worth of stories there :-) Devotional Training. -- source link