1. How You Became My Slave


    Date: 10/28/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: SteveIsaac, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    You are alone in a room, dressed in a short white flowing dress; it has a tight bodice and a fuller skirt made of soft chiffon, which stops just below your thighs. You are a slave girl, waiting to see if you are to be bought today. A virgin, you are nervous, you don't know what to expect. The door opens, and I walk in. You look to the ground, avoiding eye contact. I amble over to you, gazing intently at your body. I walk slowly around you, my gaze never falters. I am deciding whether to buy. I cup your breast with my hand, and your inexperienced body responds immediately; your nipples begin to tighten as you shiver involuntarily. I note that you are not wearing any undergarments, and I pull the top of your dress down to expose both of your breasts. You are not used to such exposure and cower away in shame. I lean down and circle a tongue around each nipple until they are both very hard. I take your chin in my hand and raise your head to make you look at me. Your eyes open wide as I turn your head to each side, then lean in to kiss you hard on the lips. You don’t know what to do, but your lips instinctively part, and you feel my probing tongue. My other hand slides up your thigh. Covered only by the dress, your body is free for me to explore. My hand moves higher and higher. I turn you around and bend you over until your hands are on the ground and your dress is no longer covering you. Although you are beyond mortified, you feel a strange fluttering in your stomach and lower ...
    down that you cannot understand. I move closer to you and push my hardness against you, one hand on your hip, and the other hand fondling your still exposed breasts. You push your ass into me, and you immediately bite your lip in regret. A slave girl is not permitted to show any desire, and you realize then that it is desire you are feeling -- hot, urgent desire for me. You feel the palm of my hand smack your bare ass as a lesson for showing desire and you yell out in shock, not just from the smack but from the strange fluttering feeling in your stomach that intensifies between your legs. You close your eyes tightly; you have never felt so warm down there before, you don’t know what it means or how to control it. You feel my hands glide over your buttocks, fingers sliding down the crack of your ass, spreading you apart. My fingers continue down to your inner thigh and within millimeters from your swelling labia. Pushing firmly against the soft skin of your inner thigh, I rotate my fingers outward, causing your labia to separate. You feel your virgin parts cooling, as the air touches your wetness. My hands continue down your legs all the way to your feet, and you feel your heart sink when my touch leaves your body. You open your eyes to see me turn and walk out of the room. Falling to your knees, you assume the slave position that you have been taught -- forehead on the floor, arms stretched out above your head. You hear a soft weeping sound, and think to lift your head to see ...
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