(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a30/Saria_Mithril/Roleplay/Millenium%20Slave%20Law/Kumiko/avatar-0.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">KUMIKO SAKAMOTO</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo, Darius' suite<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Darius Fair<br/><br/>I was so lonely without my master Darius.  He had rescued me from the darkness of despair and death a short year ago like the hero in all of the great tales of literature.  All that I had now was because of him and focused on him.  My life itself had been a fairy tale.  First my mother had died and then my father had banished me to a life raised by nannies and au pairs.  School had been a wonderful time as I excelled in every activity that I could imagine; athletics, writing, art, acting, singing dancing.  I had discovered the joys of role playing, comics, great literature and movies.  Even my father was happy with my active lifestyle and not only approved of what I did but in the most joyous part of my life up to that point encouraged me to expand my circle of hobbies and skills.  Slave training had been a wonderful experience as I found a natural love for serving a master, of seeking and gaining his approval through service that was physical, emotional and spiritual.  I threw myself into my training for I knew deep, deep in my heart that my destiny was to be that Princess for some handsome master.<br/><br/>Master had been terrible as I was punished for my shortcomings.  Stories always have bad sections in the middle before redemption is gained, before the Deathstar explodes or the Ring is cast into Mt. Doom.  For me it was a crucible as I learned just what was between me and Death.  The Princess was stripped of all that she had and was in preparation for something greater.  I know that my destiny was to be with Master Darius.  I forgive my previous master for all that he did to me for without him I would never have come to Darius, never would have experienced his care, his concern, his love, never would have known the ephiphany that came from realizing that I loved him and he loved me.<br/><br/>He could be a cruel master but there was kindness in his cruelty, love in his discipline.  I spent the days while he was away in reading, exercise and crafts.  I baked, worked with pottery, painted, ran, swam and sewed.  Master liked to watch me and I made sure to put on a show for him.  He tormented me by not letting me come or let anything penetrate my ass or cunt but everything else was fair game.  I fucked every bit of furniture in our rooms and marked it so he would feel me in our hideaway.  We spoke late at night and I masturbated for him, I sucked the cocks that looked so much like him and let him see me in every position.<br/><br/>Darius is so wise, so loving and so strong.  When he arrived back from his trip and I was waiting nude for him our love was so much stronger than before.  I was a better, more submissive, more respectful slave and I knew that we both had grown in our relationship and love.  I would never be a perfect slave; I would always want more and more and more of him past the point of reasonableness but that was why he loved me and why he treated me so firmly and wisely.<br/><br/>I was worked to a fever pitch with a double dose of Venus and Balance. I was ready for anything and Darius gave me every bit of it.  I was fucked like I'd never been before.  He loved me with his body even as we confessed our everlasting love to one another in the pleasant glow of endorphins and cuddling afterwards.  I took his seed, his cock, his body inside of my cunt.  He christened me with his the product of his body, the very fluid of immortality that would father children when he chose.  Even as I laid awake at night I could feel the glow of his sperm nestled in my fertile valley knowing that I was privileged to be carrying his male emission in my cunt, in my womb, my mouth, in my stomach; his male deposit in my female receptacle.<br/><br/>Even so, the nightmares came; the spiders, the snakes and worse.  I woke up panting and afraid and at first did not know where I was.  Then I heard and felt Darius next to me, I felt the deep, gentle ache of my pussy from his pounding and relished the slow, easy trickle of his emission that continued from my cunt.  I cuddled myself against him and cupped my belly where his spend filled my special place and knew that everything was alright.<br/><br/>In the morning we celebrated with my favorite breakfast; his cock!  It was a wonderful game.  I dressed up this morning like a fairy princess with wings and antennae and sparkly body paint.  I knew he liked to be surprised and I had hidden this outfit from him by working on it at night and in the bathroom.  Every inch of my body was covered with edible, sparkling body paint in erotic images of men, women and mythological creatures fucking and loving one another.  My wings were translucent and pretty and my face was made up to look like an exotic creature from mythology; an elf.<br/><br/>My stomach grumbled as I contemplated Darius and I began to slowly lick and suck his wonderful, masterful cock.  I had him mostly erect and lodged balls deep in my mouth before he even fully awoke and I immediately began to work on his chest and nipples with one hand while the other massaged his prostate to maximize his pleasure and the volume of my breakfast treat.  Pulling away from him with a plop I shifted back to kneel before my Lord and Master.  My fairy wings were spread wide around me and I put my hands up behind my neck in a slight difference from his commands but close; I always liked to tease him with better ways of obeying him that what he ordered as I knew that this position would maximize his view of my pert breasts.<strong>"Oh Darius, Darius.  Feed Kumiko-fairy like a good cunt.  Rub her tits and taste the wonderful edible body paint she has applied just to show how horny she is for the love of her life."</strong><br/><em><br/>[Updated slightly to remove repetition]</em>