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chiaThePet -> RE: born into your role? (2/1/2008 8:35:33 AM)
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Why yes. It all started with that sudden slap on the bottom as I emerged from the
womb into this glorious little world of ours. "Go toward the light", a voice kept
commanding me as I ventured forward through a dungeon's dark and foreboding
passage. I was thrust into a room of bright interrogating lights, surrounded by faces
half clad in masks, emitting barks of requirement and instruction. I was rendered
helpless, my body in sudden suspension, receiving what would become the
first of many stinging surrenders of my innocent and tender buttocks. "My", I
thought, "What a stimulating sensation, both painful and titillating at once".
The doorway of destiny had been opened wide, never to close again.
I was pierced, prodded and poked as I lay helpless to their invasive intrusions,
captive to the desires of their demanding hands. I was taken up by a strong
and beautiful Woman whom presented a tempting bounty of bossom before me.
The suckling forever ingraining my fetish of oral intoxication. I was introduced
to age play and developed an immediate dislike for diapers, water sports and
scat. I was bundled and swathed, an obedient servant of mummification, the
restrictive application of my innocent limbs sending my senses to subspace.
It was but the beginning. Humiliation was ripe as I was dressed in manners
of outfits only a Mother could love. And the bonnets, oh the bonnets of sugary
feminization. Adornments which brought multitudes of faces thrusting forward
into the carriage, their whiskey stained breath stealing my own as breathplay
began her rite of passage. Flashbulbs ignited sensory deprevation as I became
a prisoner to their constant barks of garbled Gorean chants, "Gootchy Goo,
gootchy goo". Oh the humanity.
Yes, it all began that fateful day when screaming and cursing filled the sterile
air of the world I would come to know. "Push, push". "You fucking son of a
bitch, if you ever touch me again I'll rip those pathetic balls right off your
fucking worthless excuse of a manhandle!" Oh the sweet sounds of realization.
And I lay before them, forced to crawl on hand and knee, so unaware that
what lie ahead would make these matters such simple childs play.
chia* (the pet)
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