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How You Became My Slave

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

where the sound is coming from, but stop when you realize it is you who is weeping. Never before have you felt such intense feelings, such wanting to be taken. But you showed desire, a cardinal sin for a slave, and that one slight move displeased me -- you are certain of it. Instead of feeling my touch and pleasing me, you fear you will never see me again. You steel yourself, knowing that soon the next prospective customer will be let into the room to examine you. You know better than to hope that the next person will touch you like I did, making you feel such intense yearning. You want to weep again when you hear the door open. “It’s your lucky day, Girl, you have a new Master today,” your current owner tells you. You stand up and turn around, your eyes again staring down at the ground, afraid to look, afraid to hope. You see a hand cup your chin and lift your head up. When your eyes meet mine, you can’t keep your lips from forming a smile. “Beautiful!” I whisper as I take you by the hand and lead you out of the room. We walk out of the viewing room and down a hallway into another room, which looks like a five-star hotel suite. You notice it is divided into a couple of rooms; the first is a small lounge with a couple of couches and a small powder room off to the side. The lounge opens into a bedroom with a king size bed, dresser, closet, and a master bath. I lead you into the master bath and turn you to face me. You are looking down again, and I cup your chin and lift ... your head so you look me in the eyes. “Don’t make me do that again,” I tell you. You nod affirmatively. As you hold my gaze, you feel your dress slip off your shoulders, down your arms, and over your breasts, which wiggle as they pop free of the fabric. Part of you is horrified and mortified, making you want to look away, but you are also full of desire and want. While you concentrate all your mental energy on maintaining eye contact, your body begins to tremble as your dress slides down past your hips and falls to the floor. I take your hand and pull you towards me. You step out of your dress, completely naked in front of me. “Shhhh,” I soothe, as I place my hands on your arms to stop your trembling. When you begin to regain some composure, I tell you to undress me. You reach up with shaking hands to unbutton my shirt. I grab your hands and hold them tight, and tell you to breathe. After several deep breaths, your hands tremble less and I let go. Emboldened, you hold my gaze while you unbutton my shirt. When you unbutton the last one, I take you by the wrists, place the palms of your hands on my chest and then slide them up to my shoulders. You like the feel of my skin and firm muscles. All feelings of embarrassment are replaced with desire, and you feel an ache in your stomach and in your groin like you have never felt before. Your tremble returns, but this time from excitement and hunger. You run your hands down my shoulders and arms, taking my shirt with it. “It’s okay to ...