Chastity sank deep into the warm outdoor spa on the outskirts of the garden. She listened to the water bubbling, teasing her skin. It felt so good. The heated water bathed her aching joints, but did nothing to soothe her aching heart or the lack of sexual fulfillment that lay just below the surface.
Twice on her way to the mineral spring she had encountered couples in the garden in various states of copulation. Her unexpected arousal had her succumbing again to the tortuous dildo. But one man and woman’s intimacy had been worth the agony. Their gentle coupling had been a display of love. Their bodies moved as one, creating music as ancient as time itself.
Once in her room, she had attempted to dislodge the hateful thing only to prove Terrance right. Her touch immediately set the thing to thrusting and vibrating, resulting in feelings worse than any of the earlier episodes. Right then she had sworn that if she was ever free of the chastity bell she was going to cram it right up Terrance’s ass. She giggled, the thought giving her some degree of pleasure. God, it had been a hellish twelve hours, and undoubtedly there was more to come.
“Slave Chastity.” It was Tatiana, the petite woman who had bathed her upon arrival. She was still dressed in a white toga that highlighted her olive skin. “I’ve been asked to assist you. If you will rise, I’ll dry and oil your body.”
Water beaded down Chastity’s body as she rose. A warm bath towel was placed over her shoulders and Tatiana gently rubbed the moisture away. Then she secured the towel around Chastity.
The woman linked her arm through Chastity’s and smiled. “When I’m tense and bothered I like to go to the glass atrium. Come.”
They walked along the perimeter of the garden, passing by the observatory, and finally came to a glass structure hidden among a grove of trees. Long willowy branches hovered over the building as if to protect it from unforeseen attack, presenting an air of security, safety.
Chastity entered and breathed in its beauty. “I can see why you would seek out this sanctuary.” It was a paradise, overflowing with greenery and exotic flowers, their fragrant scents used for aromatherapy, or so Tatiana told her. The therapeutic effect on Chastity was amazingly effective as she inhaled. When she heard the door slide shut behind her it was like closing herself off from the world. She felt more centered, more relaxed and more herself. Although the universe seemed in harmony within this little glass house, she wasn’t fool enough to believe it. She 57
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wouldn’t allow this imaginary sense of equilibrium to confuse her. She wasn’t an equal on this planet. She was a slave…Seth’s slave. And with a snap of his fingers she could be any other man’s property. The thought was chilling.
Tatiana removed Chastity’s towel and then helped her upon a cushioned table, where she laid on her stomach. “It appears that you have had a trying day.”
Chastity laughed. Surprised and thankful that she still could. “That’s an understatement.” From behind her she heard a squishing sound as Tatiana squirted oil into her palm. She was rubbing her hands together, warming the oil, when she stepped into view.
“There is more between the two of you than this game show, isn’t there?” The woman began working the tight muscles in Chastity’s neck and shoulders. There was no reason to pretend she didn’t know what the woman referred to. So Chastity simply responded, “Yes.”
Gentle hands moved down to her tender shoulder blades working the knots out. Chastity hadn’t realized just how stressful it was to climb the mountain of desire without tumbling off the other side.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Moisture filled Chastity’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter.” Not anymore .
“You know it does.” The outside of Tatiana’s hands began a steady chopping motion down Chastity’s back. “How did you meet?”
It seemed
Twice on her way to the mineral spring she had encountered couples in the garden in various states of copulation. Her unexpected arousal had her succumbing again to the tortuous dildo. But one man and woman’s intimacy had been worth the agony. Their gentle coupling had been a display of love. Their bodies moved as one, creating music as ancient as time itself.
Once in her room, she had attempted to dislodge the hateful thing only to prove Terrance right. Her touch immediately set the thing to thrusting and vibrating, resulting in feelings worse than any of the earlier episodes. Right then she had sworn that if she was ever free of the chastity bell she was going to cram it right up Terrance’s ass. She giggled, the thought giving her some degree of pleasure. God, it had been a hellish twelve hours, and undoubtedly there was more to come.
“Slave Chastity.” It was Tatiana, the petite woman who had bathed her upon arrival. She was still dressed in a white toga that highlighted her olive skin. “I’ve been asked to assist you. If you will rise, I’ll dry and oil your body.”
Water beaded down Chastity’s body as she rose. A warm bath towel was placed over her shoulders and Tatiana gently rubbed the moisture away. Then she secured the towel around Chastity.
The woman linked her arm through Chastity’s and smiled. “When I’m tense and bothered I like to go to the glass atrium. Come.”
They walked along the perimeter of the garden, passing by the observatory, and finally came to a glass structure hidden among a grove of trees. Long willowy branches hovered over the building as if to protect it from unforeseen attack, presenting an air of security, safety.
Chastity entered and breathed in its beauty. “I can see why you would seek out this sanctuary.” It was a paradise, overflowing with greenery and exotic flowers, their fragrant scents used for aromatherapy, or so Tatiana told her. The therapeutic effect on Chastity was amazingly effective as she inhaled. When she heard the door slide shut behind her it was like closing herself off from the world. She felt more centered, more relaxed and more herself. Although the universe seemed in harmony within this little glass house, she wasn’t fool enough to believe it. She 57
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wouldn’t allow this imaginary sense of equilibrium to confuse her. She wasn’t an equal on this planet. She was a slave…Seth’s slave. And with a snap of his fingers she could be any other man’s property. The thought was chilling.
Tatiana removed Chastity’s towel and then helped her upon a cushioned table, where she laid on her stomach. “It appears that you have had a trying day.”
Chastity laughed. Surprised and thankful that she still could. “That’s an understatement.” From behind her she heard a squishing sound as Tatiana squirted oil into her palm. She was rubbing her hands together, warming the oil, when she stepped into view.
“There is more between the two of you than this game show, isn’t there?” The woman began working the tight muscles in Chastity’s neck and shoulders. There was no reason to pretend she didn’t know what the woman referred to. So Chastity simply responded, “Yes.”
Gentle hands moved down to her tender shoulder blades working the knots out. Chastity hadn’t realized just how stressful it was to climb the mountain of desire without tumbling off the other side.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Moisture filled Chastity’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter.” Not anymore .
“You know it does.” The outside of Tatiana’s hands began a steady chopping motion down Chastity’s back. “How did you meet?”
It seemed
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