A few nights back, while at the Paga Den, the girl who I have come to call my lily came to my Master, and begged the lick of his whip. She said that her Master told her to do so, and to tell my Master that he may use her body anytime he wished.
Lily is the beautiful slave of the Slaver....Master Hagan. He scares me, and I don't think he much likes me, but I am enthralled with his slave. She is sensual, and for the love of the Kings she can dance better than any girl I've ever seen! I am somewhat jealous that I cannot move as she does, but I have been practicing.
Of course my Master punished her, but he added me into the mix. He bound us together with binding fiber. It was tied about her wrist behind her back, ran down between her thighs, then through mine, and back up to tie to my wrist behind my back. He made us ascend the steps to a dancing dias, and commanded that we dance. As we began to dance, or rather undulate our bodies together he moved to the wall, and took down a single tailed whip.
He struck lily with the whip over, and over, and over again until she had hot tears streaming down her soft cheeks. The tail of the whip caught the side of my breast on once. Yet, it was she that was being punished, not me. I feel great empathy for others, especially when I think a woman, slave or not, is being hurt. I must have been insane, but I looked to my Master with a flash of anger in my eyes as it to say she had, had enough.
When he was done he made us descend the dias, and then forced us into one of the alcoves. He stripped his tunic off, and sat in the chair in the room as if a Ubar sitting on a throne. I could sense that he felt a flash of pure power at having so much control over what he could do to us, or make us do to one another.
He didn't sit in that chair long as he arose, and made his way to us. Using first my mouth well for his pleasure, he then using lily's, and released his pent up seed into her mouth.
"Don't you dare swallow, slut!" he commanded. Then he told her to kiss me, which she did. In our sultry kiss there was an exchange of his fluid from mouth, to hot mouth. At the moment I didn't worry about lily, but rather partook of her sweet lips.
With a chuckle spilling from his lips he told us that we were to figure out how to get out of our bonds, and then he left. We spent the better part of an ahn immersed in the caress of the bindings between our thighs before we finally managed to free ourselves. By the time we had though, our bodies did not separate. We enjoyed each other, rolling in the furs, and kissing passionately, caressing softly. My Master knows I love the soft sensuality of women as much as I love the brash humiliation of men.
I find it odd that my to favorite sisters are named after blooms....lily, and iris. Everyone knows that I have a passionate love of flowers of any kind, and here I have two of the most beautiful of florets in the human form of soft feminine women. I feel as if the Kings have smiling upon me.
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