Divine Decadence De Jour (Very NSFW)

[PierceScion]

A game of high stakes.

If he wins he gets the deal he wants that will both save his company and make him an instant multimillionaire.

If I win I get the deal at a much lower rate and I get to spend the night with his wife.

Clearly, they were trying to rig the competition by having her pose as such. The fools didn't know that actually motivates me!

After I sunk the eight ball I sunk 8" into her tightness.

I took the agony out of his defeat by offering him a middle-of-the-road deal before going balls deep into his beloved wife.

In the end, I almost think he was grateful.

 

[PierceScion]

One of the duties of my Favorite is to train and inspect the new arrivals so that they can be up to my standards and expectations.

I only desire the best in my Harem.

 

[PierceScion]

A professional never lets his craft fade... Writers write even if it is not to be read, singers sing even if it is not to be heard, dancers dance, painters paint, and musicians play....

I am an artist of my own.. A virtuoso of cunnilingus.... And I always take a moment to hone my skills lest they grow rusty and fade.

 

[PierceScion]

She had been my father's pet for years, and requested she stay on… I did not give her a collar but she was sweet and beautiful. Eventually, she wanted to retire with her husband and so she was tasked with training her replacement.

She wanted to start with the basics. She had known what pleased my father, and what pleased me as well. So she took great care in teaching the young beauty that would fill the void she was leaving.

She was a classy woman, and I told her as much. She knew when to bow out gracefully rather than be sent away…. I can only hope her replacement severs me the way she served my father.

 

[PierceScion]

" Bend over in front of me."

The demand was sharp and hard. Patrick looked over the petite blonde who had been sent by her father to see to Patrick's needs. The man was a powerful Danish Nobleman, he owned the largest Shipyard in Copenhagen and he needed the contract for the 5 new Super Tanker Pierce Shipping was planning on having constructed.

The wealth this would bring him let alone the prestige was enough to send his youngest daughter to the man with a strict command for her to obey his every command. The girl was a high-born noble from a prestigious family yet now she was on all fours at his mercy. Patrick was very pleased with the offer.

One would think this demeaning act of prostitution on her family's behalf would degrade the girl but she was drenched. Her juices dripped onto the high thread count sheets…. She yearned to be used by a man such as Patrick.

When his finger's penetrated her glistening pink folds she came instantly her shivering moan muffled by the bedspread. When he walked around his fingers glazed with her nectar he slid them to her. The command unspoken she opened her lips sucking his fingers laces with her sweetness.

 

[PierceScion]

When I clasp my collar onto a new pet she joins a sisterhood…. The Collaring is a ceremony the two of us share. Afterward, her new sisters offer a different one. One to welcome her, and unite them all…. Even I don't know what is done during these times.

 

[PierceScion]

That moment of tension when she feels your muscles clench and the hot seed fill her innards... That is when you see the inner slut in her come forth. Nothing is more carnal than releasing deep inside a woman you met hours before.

Primal, visceral... Pleasureful

 

[PierceScion]

I called her Kitten and she loved it. She loved it so much she said she wanted to be my pussy forever. From then on she would come to my home when summoned and strip to act as a proper pet.

Milk was not the only white cream she would have in her body that night.

 

[PierceScion]

She said she was a princess, a future queen. That she was better than the mere whores I associated with. That she deserved to be put upon a pedestal.. A throne to show her worth.

I took her to my warehouse and showed her her proper worth. It took 6-weeks but she began to learn that she was in fact less that my pets. These "Whores" had proven themselves through service and self-sacrifice.

I put her on a throne she did not expect. Strapping her down and using her body as my plaything. Something she always believed beneath her.... Now, something she could not imagine living without.

No longer a princess, no longer a future queen. Only a toy to be used at my leisure, to be fuck, bruised, and to be made to scream.

 

[PierceScion]

Some men collect cars. A fun but an utterly useless hobby. Any Car you get new will lose value the moment the general public can attain it. The Classics are merely memories of old oftentimes left in the dust by the more efficient, powerful models.

Some men collect stamps. So frivolous and petty. Little pieces of paper for an outdated mode of communication.

Some men collect coins. Tangible proof of currency you paid far above face value for.

Some men collect Baseball Card. Trinkets from a sport they could never play, not that will do anything besides entertain and be forgotten. Only a handful are remembered after a Century these pieces of paper then merely pictures of strangers.

Some many other things collected, paintings, jewelry, shoes, books.... Items that only take space.... But a hobby for bored men waiting to die.

I collect myself only not tangible objects. I collect memories. Like the time I fucked the Wife of the "President" of Cameroon as the African Dictator was busy taking photos with my guests.

She hardly spoke a word of English, but knew exactly how to grip my cock with her inner walls. Her soft moans told me the "President" was about as good at his husbandly duties as he was at being a proper leader.

When all of us are on our deathbeds looking back on our lives I wonder who will be more content. The man with the stamps? Or me with the head full of the memories of endless pussy.

 

[PierceScion]

Magdalena Wolfrum had developed a new Pharmaceutical cocktail blend. She called it "Venus". I had to admit when she explained it to me I was skeptical. Her words filled my ears as I looked over the little golden pill.

"One dose does what over 1,000 Spanish Fly was rumored.... The chemicals attach to the pleasure centers of the brain like Ecstasy but ...."

I stopped listening to her Bio-Chemical jargon explanation. The idea that the ultimate Aphrodisiac had been developed was a tale heard time and time again. Most never do much more than making "Date Rape" possible.

She guaranteed it so I figured I would give it a try. I was invited as a Guest to attend the Beach Party for USC as a local business representative. In the process, I slipped some of these "Venus" into the Margarita Machine and watched on.

Sure enough in time, the Private Beach Party began to get more and more out of hand. Hands moved undershorts, women unaccompanied would be unable to keep from slipping a finger to toy with their aching, throbbing cunts.

The men sporting erections even the baggiest of swim trunks couldn't hide. The desire and desperation grew to a fevered pitch til there were dozens of couples eagerly fucking on the beach. Men lining up, women screaming for more. Orgy, Gangbang, Trains... All of the most debauched acts were done with gusto.

The faculty, and students were unable to resist..... I watched with amusement at the results. Magdalena was not wrong.

 

[PierceScion]

The gag reflex is like any other bad habit you naturally must subdue. Boxers deal with such reflexes in the form of telegraphing, dancers in the way of posture, singers with overall diaphragm movement.

Like all the greats my pets must learn to surpass such natural reactions and master their craft. To be able to swallow a throbbing cock that stretches their throats, and blocks their air.

I have no time to teach the basics if such trivial things exist I merely dismiss the pet. No different than when a Professional Athlete is cast down to the minors or cut from the team entirely.

 

[PierceScion]

I am often called a misogynist because of my views on women. My Lothario tendencies, and my overall disdain for the fairer sex.

This of course is true in many aspects but I am not blind to the clear facts. I believe there is always a woman out there that can do what any man can do as well or better. Be it fighting, working, business, anything. These are special women not unlike special men that go beyond the normal parameters and excel.

Some become Titans of Business with cunny, shrewdness, and skill. Some become skilled assassins with ruthlessness, and coldly calculated actions. Some use their minds, and bodies to play the feeble-minded men of the world as mere pawns. All showing their ability to adapt and overcome any situation.

Such are the women that earn both my respect and admiration. Not because they have tits and a cunt but because they have proven themselves every bit my equal. These are the women I associate with as peers, lovers, and partners. I have no desire to collar or crush these women, instead,I see them as Ladies worthy of my time and efforts even when made into a lover to never cross them without preparing for retaliation.

One such woman was a rarity. A Sicilian-born Daughter of a Mob Capo. The Cosa Nostra a notoriously male-dominated association used her connection, feminine wiles, and political prudence to rise above many men that underestimated her.

She became an Underboss to one of the few remaining Crime Families of Las Vegas. Where some used fear and violence as their tools she used a soft voice, and cold malice. Unafraid to kill but eager to make friends. A true woman of power and respect.

As I met the woman I immediately knew her prowess long before I did any diligence. She was beautiful, classically so. Smart, witty, playful when necessary, and professional. A Lioness in 6″ heels. We would spend hours talking drinking, gambling in the casinos before I would invite her to my Suite which she would decline the first few times.

Eventually, she invited me up to her suite on my last evening in Vegas. She showed me why it was wise to find an equal. Her body and skills are far beyond the typical slut that I would bed... A woman truly worth my time.

 

[PierceScion]

Blonde, Brunette, Butterscotch... All my favorite flavors.... If I had a 3rd hand I would bring in a redhead to complete my set. Alas, I am but a man.

 

[PierceScion]

The bet was simple. I knew the skills I had helped hone in my women were second to know. Artisans at the sexual form... Yet my peer felt he could withstand it all.

So he and I set a friendly wager. He had to withstand the attentions of one of my women for one hour. If he succeeded I would owe him both respect as a cocksmith every bit my equal but a major favor. If he failed he would acquiesce to my skill in both the application of our skills, but also in the recruiting and training of talent as well owe me a huge favor.... More bragging rights than anything else.

My Pet took her time knowing how long an hour could be. Using her mouth, her breast, her cunt, her ass, and her hands to please the man I had ordered her to attend to. The man content to let her, please.... As the last 15 minutes began she felt his resolve waning. He had lasted famously for over 45 minutes of focused pleasure. Her own professional pride drove her to keep motivated hungry for the hot white seed to spew forth from his cock.

The final minutes clicked down and she knew he was on the edge. She moved with skill, patience, and a lusty smirk when he groaned and the spasms shot jizz across her hands that stroked his cock.

She finished him off with just a minute to spare. Her moans were as orgasmic as his. I merely offered a series of claps at the show I had been given.... Never had winning felt so triumphant. No doubt this is what sports fanatics felt like when their teams won Championships.

 

[PierceScion]

"Please be gentle Mr. Pierce."

Her voice crooned pleading for mercy as I slid spital lubricant over her puckered asshole. Her quivering whimper told of trepidation and fear.

Fear that was rightly so, this was not to please her or expand her horizons.... She is my fuck toy and all of her holes are to be used as I wish, no mercy necessary. The point was driven home as I slowly penetrated her then thrust home my full length into her ass with a grunt.

Her scream of pain was sharp, before burying her face in a pillow. withstanding each savage thrust I gave.

 

[PierceScion]

I denied her a chance to join in the festivities while I bent the Serving woman over the table and took my time with her. Hands could not help but travel to her womanhood each moan from my partner drawing a moan from our spectator, her juices flowing like a river of arousal and desire.

 

[PierceScion]

" I will do anything for you Mr. Pierce."

These were here famous last words. When I showed her what I wanted she whimpered as her untouched ass stretched around my cock. Before long she was growling loving the painful pleasure it gave her. Urging me on deeper, harder. She wanted the pain, she wanted the humiliation she wanted anything and everything brought on by my domination.

 

[PierceScion]

She never noticed the chloroformed rag over her mouth before it was too late. When she woke up she was far from the club where they met. Confusion mingled with the foggy-headedness and metallic taste filling her mouth. Her inability to move and the rough fibers of the ropes bind her. A soft whisper from her tightly bound throat was all she could muster. " …help… h..h…help…" the whisper a mere echo to the void around her. Nothing answering her. She was helpless and at his mercy.

 

[PierceScion]

The Queen of New Orleans was a well-respected Criminal Mastermind. She had her hands tightly on New Orleans and much of the deep south. Many said she was the Second Coming of Huey "The Kingfish" Long. When I came to her territory she expected me to kowtow like many of my contemporaries. When I showed a backbone she sent an assassin to seduce me. I allowed the seduction using the raven-haired beauties' firm tight body as my playground before having her subdued and taken away for my own enforcers to use and abuse as an example… No doubt the Queen will be displeased by the failure of her killer.

 

[PierceScion]

The gathering was in full swing. Drinks were flowing, wine was a wonderful vintage. The entertainment for the evening was provided by the Bella Devereaux Firm. Nothing but the highest quality of companion with no inhibitions. The Chinese Diplomats all seemed quite pleased. Patrick was a gracious host was he not?

 

[PierceScion]

It is a magical event, almost spiritual when I present the collar to a new Pet. She has been trained, she has proven her loyalties and her devotion. She is now unquestionably mine.

So she kneels swearing herself to be before all things now and forever. Before family, before children, before God himself. She places me at the Zenith of her priorities… And in return, she gets my love and affection. My protection, and my mark.

 

[PierceScion]

The American Wealthy today is very much like the old European Feudal Lords. The Powerful Families secure ties through the marriage of their children. Seeing my father is dead and I am the Head of the Pierce it is up to me to field offers of Marriage. Some are simple pedigrees and contacts, others send me a sample of the goods I shall be getting…. I must say there is something special about a Billionaire heiress flaunting herself in hopes of achieving my attention… A mix of trash and class I find intoxicating.

 

[PierceScion]

She wanted a master, she wanted a Lord, she wanted to be dominated across the board. I tied her down gagged her dressed her down. Then used her, abused her, took her to town. She had new bruises, she was covered in a mixture of juices. She felt cheap she felt worthless tears filled her eyes. But not tears of sadness, but those of joy because for once in her life she was truly fulfilled. She had leaned her purpose she was to be a man's property. A body to be made a toy to a man's whim. All of it she watched over and over because I had it filmed.

 

[PierceScion]

I buy my pets the finest of designer clothing. My sister is often summoned to see to their attire. She knows I demand imperial finery mixed with old-world elegance. But in the end, these fine custom-made outfits often are found cast upon the floor.

The birthday suit is required for many of the uses I have for my Collared lovelies.