This afternoon i was speaking with Master while He was out with His mates from work. While on the phone i felt this slight decadence as i suddenly felt exposed, raw and sexy. Unbelievably sexy. i have never truly felt sexy. Cute, yes. Funny, yes. Pretty, yes. But sexy, never. Sexy to me is something women of decadence possess; not happy go lucky sorts such as myself. Today though, while speaking with Master and being sexual and sensual made me feel utterly sexy and that is a lovely trait for a slave.

Sexuality was something i avoided most of my life. Being a slave i understand it is my sexuality that allows my slaveness to come to life. i want to crawl like a vixen; fuck like a demon and serve like a lady and today, with mere words i felt as though i was on my way to that confidence and ability.

As a slave i want to be the epitome of raw sexual prowess. i want to be a tasty morsel in which all men and women desire but only Master can have (or anyone He believes is worthy). Being sexy is more a mind frame than physical appearance (although physicality is important) and i can feel the first stirrings of a hungry, sexual and confident slave.

i have witnessed very sexy slaves; watched their posture, observed the way they move their hips, the shape of their mouths when they speak and the motion of their torso as they lean into their dominants expressing a lust to be touched, caressed, used, and fucked by their Masters. This is the body language i want to shower Master with. i know i use words to express my desires and lusts for Master; however, i now want to _show_ Master how much i desire Him; want Him.

i believe everyone has an image of what sexy is and my image has always been blonde, blue eyed, small breasts, long legs, tanned skin, bright smile. i never thought anything other than that could be sexy and i believe this misconception is part of the reason why i never felt sexy. i believe to be a sexy slave a slave needs to feel confident in whom she is and i truly am on that path - brown hair, brown eyes, short legs, glasses, pale skin and all.

~Masters sexy slave

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