Thinking of my Pvt Ryan

So I have this fellow who calls once in a while and charms the pants right off of me....or skirt or shorts or what ever I am wearing. LOL. He is a total sweet heart and this original story is dedicated to him. I was at party where several Masters were enjoying the slaves that were available for their enjoyment. Some of the slaves were collared. Some were like me, a bit of a sammy heart. I was searching for a Master to match my will,a Master who would know just how to use me, to bend me to his or her will, with out breaking me, a master who finds more value in a slave who chooses to serve rather then one who is forced. That's when I walked into General Ryan. I stood there looking him eye to eye almost daring him to try to control and command me. Several minutes went by with out either of us saying a word. Then he stepped back to allow me to pass. It surprised me that he didn't try and force his will on me. As I walked by him he touched my arm and whispered in my ear, "I don't have to force you to do what I wish. You will do my will because you choose to." Then he walked away. Something about the way he said it made me believe him to be just that capable. I sat there watching him the rest of the night wondering just how he could make me do what he wished. I watched as a couple of sluts sucked his cock then took turns ridding him. When he stood up both whores went back to work sucking his thick dick. Then just before he came down one of the sluts throat, he looked up at me and locked his gaze with mine. With arrogance he smiled. He was imagining my mouth on his cock. I could see it in his gaze. I was so turned on. It was so fucking hot! I sat there watching him, wanting to be the slut that was swallowing his load. His smile told me he knew what I wanted too. I wasnt sure I liked the fact he knew what I wanted, but my body loved that he knew. He sat down with that knowing grin watching me scrim. When he crooked his finger at me commanding me to come to him I couldnt resist. I wanted to serve him. I needed to serve him. I choose to serve him.