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Slave – Dream
Slave – Dream
She stooped down to adjust her high heel shoe. She was wearing turquoise lingerie covered in a gossamer dress. Her gown rippled as she moved across the floor. She was a walking seduction.
As she stood up, she was startled by a burly man grabbing her shoulders. He taped her mouth shut with duct tape. Then he ushered her into another room. The room was bright white with a marble table in the middle. Two men lifted her and placed her on the stone slab. She heard a woman giving orders. “Undress her. Bind her. Blindfold her. Prepare her for the market.”
She felt hands ripping off her dress and under clothes. Soon she was lying naked on the slab. The rock was cold against her skin. She squirmed as they pinned her arms and legs. She tussled with the men. Then she felt the strictures wound round her ankles and wrists. Her buttocks were slick with sweat. They slid as she flexed them against the slab.
Finally, exhausted, she succumbed to her captors. She felt fingers probing her clitoris. The attention to her sex, though invasive, turned her on. Her breathing grew rapid as she responded to the rub. It was a woman’s touch she knew. That made it all the more taboo. The erotic heat of womanly love bestowed on her labia was thrilling. She came in the throes of a submission so deep she never wanted to be free again.
The woman whispered in her ear, “We have a woman patron interested in you. You would like to be slave to a woman. I can tell by your response to me masturbating you. Now we’ll bathe you in freesia and scent you in myrrh.”
“I love you” she said. The wet cloth cleansed her in circles of purifying heat.
She stooped down to adjust her high heel shoe. She was wearing turquoise lingerie covered in a gossamer dress. Her gown rippled as she moved across the floor. She was a walking seduction.
As she stood up, she was startled by a burly man grabbing her shoulders. He taped her mouth shut with duct tape. Then he ushered her into another room. The room was bright white with a marble table in the middle. Two men lifted her and placed her on the stone slab. She heard a woman giving orders. “Undress her. Bind her. Blindfold her. Prepare her for the market.”
She felt hands ripping off her dress and under clothes. Soon she was lying naked on the slab. The rock was cold against her skin. She squirmed as they pinned her arms and legs. She tussled with the men. Then she felt the strictures wound round her ankles and wrists. Her buttocks were slick with sweat. They slid as she flexed them against the slab.
Finally, exhausted, she succumbed to her captors. She felt fingers probing her clitoris. The attention to her sex, though invasive, turned her on. Her breathing grew rapid as she responded to the rub. It was a woman’s touch she knew. That made it all the more taboo. The erotic heat of womanly love bestowed on her labia was thrilling. She came in the throes of a submission so deep she never wanted to be free again.
The woman whispered in her ear, “We have a woman patron interested in you. You would like to be slave to a woman. I can tell by your response to me masturbating you. Now we’ll bathe you in freesia and scent you in myrrh.”
“I love you” she said. The wet cloth cleansed her in circles of purifying heat.
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