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Welcome to Swallow Falls
Gwyneth drove past the sign greeting her on the edge of the town with a name that seemed innocent enough. It evoked visions of birds and waterfalls, flowering trees and nature’s music filling the sweet air. Everything appearing perfectly normal.
Gwyneth entered the town limits slowly, driving down the tree-lined Main Street of this ‘right out of a Norman Rockwell painting’ borough. The American flags waving calmly in the soft breeze, white picket fences, ladies in sun bonnets trimming their roses, large front porches with rocking chairs, some occupied by quiet old men playing checkers.
She pulled into the driveway of the Victorian home she had rented for the summer. The Realtor was already waiting on the front steps, waving. “Hello, Gwyneth!”
Her high-pitched, sickeningly sweet voice made Gwyneth cringe, but she pasted on her best smile and called back, “Hello Mrs. Wilson, how are you today?”
“Oh, just fine, Sweetie.” She was already down the steps and reaching for the car door handle.
Geez, Gwyneth thought, let me get out of this bloody car before you assault me, please. Gwyneth’s jaw hurt from squeezing her smile into place.
Mrs. Wilson took Gwyneth’s elbow and guided her towards the front door. “I have everything ready for you to move in… the linens are fresh, the porch is swept, the …”
Gwyneth let Mrs. Wilson ramble on, every now and again nodding her head in agreement. She was busy looking around the large house. Good… the curtains are still on every window.
After touring the whole house one more time and an agonizing 45 minutes of Mrs. Wilson’s drivel, the chatty woman finally left her – promising to be ‘just 2 blocks down if you need anything!’ Gwyneth exhaled forcefully as she nearly hit the Realtor in the ass with the door on her way out.
It was nearing twilight and her Master would be here soon. She needed to prepare herself. She hurried around the first floor, drawing the curtains closed. Running outside to the car, Gwyneth popped the trunk and lugged the 2 heavy suitcases inside the house.
She positioned one on the living room floor and carried the second one upstairs to a bedroom. That particular suitcase she didn’t need right now, it was the one in the living room that her Master wanted.
Gwyneth quickly ran into the kitchen to get herself a drink of water. She got so nervous when she knew she would be speaking to or seeing her Master and her mouth always went cotton dry. Her heart fluttered, too… pounding against her chest like a jackhammer.
She removed all her clothing except for her thong and high heels, folding them neatly and placing them out of sight and went to kneel on the floor in front of the empty fireplace. Trying to calm her nerves, she crossed her wrists behind her back, spread her knees, lowered her head … and waited.
He arrived as He always did… silently… filling the air with the aura of power and authority. He was after all The Lord of Darkness, The Omega, The Devil, Diablo …. He was Satan. She was honored and humbled to be accepted as His slave.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, in this form of His choosing… cloven hooves, goat legs and His upper half a human body, almost Satyric in nature. His cock, thick and sinewy hanging dominantly between His legs and split midway down the shaft into two writhing serpents.
The horns protruding from His forehead were twisted today, which meant He was feeling in a playful mood. She noticed that He carried her ruby-studded stainless steel collar, something that she enjoyed wearing for Him.
Gwyneth had previously observed that His horns adjusted with His state of mind… becoming straight, pointy and honed as His anger grew. She was relieved to see they were rapturously wound around themselves this evening.
He strode over to the spot where she was kneeling and placing a single finger under Gwyneth’s chin, lifted her to her feet. She automatically turned her head slightly away and leaned back to offer her neck. He bent down to kiss it, purposefully grazing her cheek with His horn and sending an erotic thrill down her spine.
Gwyneth felt her Master’s groin serpents pulling at her thong as He kissed her neck, twisting the material between their heads and she startled when one pushed inside her.
“What is on your neck?” Satan’s booming demand cut right through her and the serpents pulled away from her body.
“I sprayed perfume, Master. I wanted to be appetizing to You … I thought You would like it.” The needle-like pain in her knees caused by kneeling on the hardwood floor, was exacerbated by her trembling body and she thought she might crumble to the floor under the weight of His anger.
His scowl softened for a moment at the thoughtfulness of her gesture… but… only for a moment.
“It is not your place to try and determine what I would like. I will tell you what I desire, when I desire and IF I desire ANYTHING from you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell ME that you UNDERSTAND!”
“i understand, Master. i am not to guess what it is that You might desire from me, You will tell me what You want.”
“That’s good, slave. From now on, when I determine that you should wear a scent… other than the scent of need… I want you to wear it here, on your chest.” He punctuated His instructions with the drag of her collar just below her breastbone, from shoulder to quivering shoulder.
“When I am in your neck… I do not want to taste ANYTHING, other than your skin.”
“Yes, Master… i understand.”
“Good. Now, lift your hair.”
She did what she was told. She always did. She was a good slave, even though she was still learning.
As He locked the ruby collar around her neck, Satan settled for a moment admiring her, then whirled around and walked to the suitcase Gwyneth had previously set on the floor. He opened it and stood contemplating, then reached down rummaging. He finally stood up and spun back to her, winding a leather leash around His hand and letting the clip end drop and swing freely. “Come to me, slave.”
She got down on hands and knees… and crawled, large breasts swaying, constricting her nipples. Complete satisfaction uncoiled across His features as He cherished the form of her body moving… breasts, shoulders, back and buttocks gliding towards Him across the floor. He was appreciating the fact that she remembered her instructions and his cock swelled with desire, the serpent heads growing thick and wide.
She stopped at His feet and automatically reached up for the clip and attached it to her ruby collar, the thin fabric of her thong soaking wet with anticipation.
“I can smell your lust, slave.”
“Yes, Master.”
Almost immediately and without saying another word, He strode across the room, forcing Gwyneth to clamber rapidly after Him on all fours. He attached her leash to one of the brass doorknobs ordering her to kneel and walked back to the suitcase.
He reached inside and pulled out a black leather waist- cinching corset overflowing with red silk laces, a leather blindfold, a ball gag, nipple clamps, ankle and wrist cuffs and a length of rope. He held them in the air for His slave to see.
Gwyneth’s eyes widened and she shivered with delicious apprehension.
As her Master sauntered towards her, Gwyneth heard Mrs. Wilson calling from the front porch… “Yoo hoo…! Gwyneth…! It’s HAPPY HOUR!”
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