afraid of being whipped for my disobedient nature by my next slave owner. It felt cleansing to finally confess my feelings to Master Jeremy. Even if my tears were expressed by my slave girl character within the realm of the sexual game we were playing, the tears were mine, they were real, spilling out of my fat pig-like eyes, and leaving black streaks of mascara running down my bloated, flabby cheeks. I couldn’t seem to stop crying and feared I was having some sort of nervous breakdown. Master sat me on the bed and dried my eyes with a tissue.
He assured me we still had time to prepare for my transfer of ownership. After a few more sessions with me, he said, my fear of the whip would be gone. I sniffled, dotting my eyes with the tissue. He spoke to me in a kind and gentle voice, but he never broke from the character of the beneficent slave owner.
“Don’t you wish to fetch me a good price at the auction, Harem girl? Don’t you wish to make your Lord happy, to please him?”
“That’s all I think of, day and night, My Lord.”
“Then dry your eyes, slave Cynthia. It is time we lessen your fear of the whip.”
I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes one last time. I wondered if Master Jeremy knew I meant every word of what I said. I noticed his dark eyes widen when I told him how I truly felt, in the character of slave girl Cynthia. I couldn’t tell how he felt about my declaration of love for him. Did what I say make him uncomfortable? Did he feel the same way toward me, but was unable to express it? Or was I just another slutty needy girl he reeled in through the personal ad and manipulated into playing his dirty BDSM games? He wiped my cheeks and disposed of the wet tissues.
“Are you ready, Cynthia?”
He told me to take off the towel and lay face down upon the bed. I will remember every detail of what happened next for the rest of my life.
Chapter Nine
Jeremy
After the slave girl cried and confessed her love for me, I dried her eyes. I decided to do my best to make her ready for her next Master. I took a special interest in this slave. If the truth be told, I too had an emotional attachment to her. She kept my bed warm on many a night and I loved holding her large soft breasts in my hands and sucking on her perfectly shaped swollen aureoles and nipples. I chide myself now for allowing this fixation to occur with one of my Harem girls, for I am about to send her out into the marketplace, ill-prepared and untrained in the art of submission. Though she is inexperienced, I think she will still fetch a rather high price when I display her at the street auction. She is very pretty and feminine, extremely well endowed, obedient and demure. She will make some lucky sheik an excellent playmate in bed or in the Pleasure Room. She is a very good and sweet girl, loyal to a fault, and she deserved better from me. Perhaps someone else should’ve trained her.
Ah well. Hopefully it’s not too late. We shall prepare her for the next Master as best we can at this point. I told her to take off the towel she had wrapped around her waist and lay face down upon the bed.
The trainee was nervous and tense so I started the session by giving her a relaxing massage, just as I did earlier in the evening, before I had my way with her on the chair, releasing my issue into her womb. She moaned when I rubbed the knots in her muscles and she seemed to melt into the bed as I rubbed and kneaded her neck, shoulders, back, legs and back side. I licked inside the sweet cleavage of her wonderfully curved and feminine hips, swirling my tongue inside. I turned her over; spread her thighs and licked the moist fold of her sex in the way I knew she enjoyed. I licked and sucked on the nub of her clitoris with extreme pleasure. Next I applied two drops of Clitoral Sensitizing Cream to her nub. She started to moan when the skin of her clitoris became warm and tingled from the cream. I brushed my thumb lightly over her clitoris and her thigh
He assured me we still had time to prepare for my transfer of ownership. After a few more sessions with me, he said, my fear of the whip would be gone. I sniffled, dotting my eyes with the tissue. He spoke to me in a kind and gentle voice, but he never broke from the character of the beneficent slave owner.
“Don’t you wish to fetch me a good price at the auction, Harem girl? Don’t you wish to make your Lord happy, to please him?”
“That’s all I think of, day and night, My Lord.”
“Then dry your eyes, slave Cynthia. It is time we lessen your fear of the whip.”
I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes one last time. I wondered if Master Jeremy knew I meant every word of what I said. I noticed his dark eyes widen when I told him how I truly felt, in the character of slave girl Cynthia. I couldn’t tell how he felt about my declaration of love for him. Did what I say make him uncomfortable? Did he feel the same way toward me, but was unable to express it? Or was I just another slutty needy girl he reeled in through the personal ad and manipulated into playing his dirty BDSM games? He wiped my cheeks and disposed of the wet tissues.
“Are you ready, Cynthia?”
He told me to take off the towel and lay face down upon the bed. I will remember every detail of what happened next for the rest of my life.
Chapter Nine
Jeremy
After the slave girl cried and confessed her love for me, I dried her eyes. I decided to do my best to make her ready for her next Master. I took a special interest in this slave. If the truth be told, I too had an emotional attachment to her. She kept my bed warm on many a night and I loved holding her large soft breasts in my hands and sucking on her perfectly shaped swollen aureoles and nipples. I chide myself now for allowing this fixation to occur with one of my Harem girls, for I am about to send her out into the marketplace, ill-prepared and untrained in the art of submission. Though she is inexperienced, I think she will still fetch a rather high price when I display her at the street auction. She is very pretty and feminine, extremely well endowed, obedient and demure. She will make some lucky sheik an excellent playmate in bed or in the Pleasure Room. She is a very good and sweet girl, loyal to a fault, and she deserved better from me. Perhaps someone else should’ve trained her.
Ah well. Hopefully it’s not too late. We shall prepare her for the next Master as best we can at this point. I told her to take off the towel she had wrapped around her waist and lay face down upon the bed.
The trainee was nervous and tense so I started the session by giving her a relaxing massage, just as I did earlier in the evening, before I had my way with her on the chair, releasing my issue into her womb. She moaned when I rubbed the knots in her muscles and she seemed to melt into the bed as I rubbed and kneaded her neck, shoulders, back, legs and back side. I licked inside the sweet cleavage of her wonderfully curved and feminine hips, swirling my tongue inside. I turned her over; spread her thighs and licked the moist fold of her sex in the way I knew she enjoyed. I licked and sucked on the nub of her clitoris with extreme pleasure. Next I applied two drops of Clitoral Sensitizing Cream to her nub. She started to moan when the skin of her clitoris became warm and tingled from the cream. I brushed my thumb lightly over her clitoris and her thigh
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