(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darius Fair</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fairmont Monte Carlo, his suite<br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br/><br/>Kumiko and I have so many games we play together, that it's hard to keep track sometimes.  She is always surprising me, and I'm always reacting to her.  She gives and I give, she takes and I take, it hurts when we are apart and feels like ecstasy when we are together.<br/><br/>When we play, I occasionally lose my train of thought, slipping out of one character and into another character, being the narrator and being the real me as well.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm, I am the luckiest master in all the world to have such a hot and sexy slave like you, babe."</strong><br/><br/>I don't have to keep my thoughts within my head.  When it's just her and me, anything on my mind I can share with her.  I adore having that kind of openness with her, especially when it goes both ways.<br/><br/>For the first couple of moments, I was just me.  But I quickly switched from just being Darius to being Master Darius.<br/><br/><strong>"Ooh, Master Darius loves when his little Kumiko-cunt is all hot and horny for her master's cock and eager for his cum,"</strong>I said to her as she got on her knees and put her hands behind her neck.<br/><br/><strong>"And master loves the pretty outfit his Kumiko-cunt has on.  A pair of fairy wings and a covering of edible body paint.  It looks like Kumiko-cunt wants to be a little Kumiko-fairy."</strong><br/><br/>She had a role, and now I needed a role, but the context would have to be first.  She loved stories, always has, and I loved making them up for her, on the spot, using inspiration around us and from her.  I felt like a daddy reading his little girl a story, and her child-like reactions of amusement and excitement and joy and sadness and fear made me ham up how I told it.  If it made her laugh or clap her hands or pout or hang on tight to me, I did it.<br/><br/><strong>"So... where would Kumiko-fairy be?  Hmm.  How about... <em>the forest</em>?  But not just <em>any</em> forest, and not just <em>any</em> area in the woods.  No, Kumiko-fairy is from a <em>special</em> forest for <em>special</em> fairies.  It's called... The Morning Wood."</strong><br/><br/>We both had a thing for adding naughty details to seemingly innocent things.  Nothing was safe from us twisting and perverting it into something dirty.  And as I told a story she liked to act it out, too.  Mmm, I love her so much.<br/><br/><strong>"She always wakes up so happy and energized.  And today was no different.  But Kumiko-fairy is a special fairy, a <em>magical</em> fairy.  She can't do her magic unless she has <em>mana</em>.  Now, <em>other</em> fairies get their mana from certain places.  The tooth fairy collects teeth.  A fairy godmother grants wishes.  But Kumiko-fairy is different... And that's because... Kumiko-fairy... is a <em>cum</em> fairy!</strong><br/><br/><strong>"And poor Kumiko-fairy.  It's been so long since she had cum.  But luckily she saw a big handsome man walking through the Morning Wood.  He was a woodsman, who lived in the same woods as Kumiko-cum-fairy.  She saw him sitting on a log near the path, but she wouldn't dare do anything on the path.  No, she had to tempt him and entice him and get him to chase her through the Morning Wood to somewhere they can be alone together!"</strong><br/><br/>As I told my story, I watched her reactions, and when I was done, I waited for her to come up with the next part.<br/><br/>(Edit: Changed last paragraph from bold to normal.)