Addictive, drawing you to me like a moth to a flame. You're kneeling, down on the floor where you belong, begging to be allowed to lift your eyes to meet mine. My lush body tempts you.

You worship my ass, boobs, taking in my body with your eyes. You want to make yourself useful, and you will stay in your place down there, on your knees.

You long to touch me, but know that will never be allowed. I touch my skin, lightly, teasing.

Arousal builds, and I can see your devotion, your suffering. When you applied to be a slave, I wasn't sure, since you were so inexperienc... Show more