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TSR : Profiles : 229-555-494
| Profile: | 229-555-494 |
| Owned by: | Scarpia |
| Created on: | 12 Feb 2006 |
| Last visit: | 115 days ago |
| Location: | Suffolk |
| Country: | UK |
| Sex/gender: | Female |
| Profile type: | Submissive / Slave / Property |
The Slave Register certificate for 229-555-494 records that the registrant is an owned slave; and that the registrant has been owned since 12th Jul 1980; and that the registrant's owner is declared to be Scarpia.
(Certificate as: web page, A4 PDF, Letter PDF; barcode PDF, Registration Card)
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i am proud to be Scarpia's cow of choice.
Much more about me is available on www.fetlife.com
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Here is a little ode i wrote about Scarpia. As poetry i'm afraid it's awful, but every word is from my life...
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Ode to Scarpia
He is my Master, my Lover, my Man,
i melt and i give at the touch of His hand.
I don't try to control what i know i cannot,
my body takes over. My passion is hot
when i am with Him; it burns like a flame.
He's taught me to please Him, and to know of no shame.
He made me His slave; i had little choice;
my love-juice just flows at the sound of His voice.
So naked, i worship Him, down on my knees.
Mute, i implore Him to let me just please;
my tongue licks my lips; i'm dying to suck
to try to persuade Him to play in my muck.
He grows hard in my mouth; my particular thrill;
my Owner, my Everything, fancies me still.
I struggle to take Him as deep as i may,
He puts me at ease as His hands start to play.
He ruffles my hair. I start to feel good.
And then i may kiss where no nice girl should,
but i use my tongue as i have been taught,
lavish and liquid, with no other thought
than of pleasing my Master, my Owner, my Sire.
He takes me in arm, and smiles at the mire
i present to his hand as i spread wide my thighs.
It's always like this, i just cannot disguise
that i yearn for his manhood, his sex in my core,
to again be possessed by the man i adore.
He poses me, well spread, my arse in the air;
i'm not allowed modesty, so my only care
is to show Him His options, to incite Him to rut,
to work out his lust in his personal slut.
I just want to writhe, with spasms and groans,
as He takes His pleasure in that which He owns.
And then i may beg: "please fuck your cow";
the choice of my subways is His alone now;
a slave has no say in which furrow He'll plough.
He enters me so slowly; He's teasing me still,
with such gorgeous torture; it seems forever until,
with one glorious thrust, He gives me my fill.
Deep and luxurious, with total control,
He once again shows why He owns my soul.
He caresses; He tortures; i start to go mad;
i await His permission, but i've got to be bad.
He gives His approval, and with unseemly speed
my own practised fingers fly to my need.
A few seconds later, i quiver and quake
under my own ministrations; i continue to shake
until, perfectly impaled, i'm allowed my release.
He watches, amused, until all shudders cease,
before slowly, so slowly, resuming the task
of possessing my body, and letting me bask
in the glow of His pleasure that shines in His eyes.
Then He gives me, His sex-slave, my ultimate prize.
His afterglow finished, i play my last scene;
i lick and i suck till His manhood is clean.
And when it is over, and i can serve Him no more,
i kiss Him, and tell Him i'm forever His whore.
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paedicor ergo sum
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