Speedbump by pouting_lips
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Stepping into the warm sunshine she holds a hand up
to shield her eyes from the glare. The warm sun on the
spring day a welcome warmth to the slave rising from
the cold furs of the kennel. The soft wind blows thru
her hair and a cascade of colors wash over her skin
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from the reflection off the bucket she holds in a tiny
hand. Bending at her small waist she places the bucket
on the ground and raises her hands high above her
head streching her slender form tall, riding her
muscles from the aches of a long nights rest. A big
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smile crosses her face and a laugh bursts from her
lips as she bends over and snatches up speedbump as he
curls around one of her legs and nips her ankle
playfully. Holding the impish larl in her hands over
her head she talks to him lovingly and gives him a
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smooch on his little nose met by a playful purr from
her little cub. Tucking the cub under her arm she
bends and picks the bucket up dreading the task at
hand for she knows her little friend will soon be very
angry at her. Little does speedbump know that for his
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warm greeting to his owner hes about to recieve a
bath.
he soft music of her laughter wakes the Master
sleeping by the window and He rises to find where the
sweet noise comes from. Looking out the window He
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is stunned wide awake at the picture before Him. In
awe by the scene playing outside His window, He
remains quiet and watches. The long red curls dancing
over her naked body glowing in the sun stops His
heart. The gentle curve of her hips as she bends and
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picks up the beast, the way her hair dances like
golden red flames from the fire, the delicate arms
holding the beast above her head and the sound of her
laughter. Watching her she kisses the larl on the nose
and He is jealous. Jealous no thats foolish it's only
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a slave holding a flea ridden beast. He shakes His
head at His own thoughts and snatches up a mug of
blackwine suddenly angry at Himself for such feelings
inside. Imagine Him a Master a leader jealous of an
animal in a slaves arms, how foolish. Stomping outside
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He sits on a rock sipping from the mug. His anger
suddenly forgotten as He watches Her. Kneeling before
the bucket she talks softly to speedbump soothing
sounds and gently her slender hand strokes the larl as
she coaxes him into the warm water. His heart beats as
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her voice sooths His nerves. Enticed by the small
slave washing the damn beast he relaxes inspite of
Himself. Her hand so small and delicate the way her
long fingers work the soap over the larl, so delicate
so fine, What would it feel like to have that caress
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on His flesh. Her hair so golden and soft what does it
smell like, feel like, would it feel like the fine
silk under His fingers and would it move with it's own
life in His hand as it dances over her flesh. Her skin
god is He losing His mind he can almost taste her. He
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shakes his head from the thoughts causing His heart to
beat like a stampeed of wild animals in His chest.
The girl suddenly jumps as the beast starts to screeh
and scratches her arm she drops the animal and
clutches her wrist. Drops of red seep thru her fingers
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as she clutches her arm. Tears fill the corner of
light green eyes as she inspects the injury on her
arm. He jumps from His seat ready to
kill the beast that harmed the slave. He pulls His
knife form His sheath and storms to the wild beast
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jerking it up holding the knife to the animals throat
ready to slit the beast open, when a tiny hand touches
His arm and a fire starts burning thur His veins. He
turns holding the beat and looks at the girl that
dares to touch Him. His anger still burning like hot
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embers He glares at her and she flinches. How dare You
touch me girl and he raises His arm to strike
her. Suddenly looking into Her eyes His heart melts
and Hes captivated by her. She reaches for her loved
pet and pulls speedbump from His grasp and tenderly
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holds the soapy beast in her arms. Speak to me girl.
His heart yearns to hear the music of her voice,
softly she speaks. Master please dont harm speedbump
he's only a baby and this girl was holding him in the
water. Oh her voice, He's humbled by the gentle slave
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and His will broken by the soft look on her tender
face and the tears that fall from her scared eyes.
His hand suddenly reaches and brushes a tear from her
cheek and He's blessed with a smile that outshines the
sun. Pulling her arm to Him, He looks at the ugly
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wound caused by the wild beast and pulls her over to
the bucket. She follows scared and clinging to her
pet. He takes the animal from her arms and dunks it
ruffly in the water rinsing the soap from him and then
turns him loose to run and dry in the sun. Turning to
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the slave he jerks her arm to the bucket and washes
it. She is started by the ruff behavior and shivers.
His mind races and Hes angry as He washes the blood
from her arm. Feeling the tiny slave shiver He turns
to her and speaks. Why do you fear me girl. She
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lowers her eyes, and His heart stops an ache builds in
His chest that she fears looking at Him and she dares
to pull her sparking eyes from Him. Is he angry
because she remains silent or because He can no longer
look into the eyes of such an enchanting beast.
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Stunned His heart answers His question and tenderly He
places his large hand to her chin and raises her eyes
to look at Him. Round green eyes look up and He's lost
enchanted by her spell and He firmly places His lips
to Her's. The small slave surrenders and tenderly she
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kisses Him back. His hands run over her smooth skin
and He runs His fingers in her long curls. His
question answered as it comes alive and His body
responds. Submit girl! She falls to her knees before
Him. The girl owned by Him as much as He is owned by
her.
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Giggles and that's how the tiny slave got the big
Master to wash the beast, her task finished.
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