I strolled through the palace gardens with my servants, passing through ornate archways and overflowing fountains that provided blissful relief from the heat of the desert sun that blasted down relentlessly from clear blue skies. My white flowing skirts swirled around my legs as I walked, the sun glinting off the intricate metal-work that covered my halter neck top, as well as the golden headdress that topped my flowing red hair, a rare sight in a country where most women had dark hair. It was why I had been chosen for my extensive training prior to being bought by my current owner.
As I neared the temple, I touched my fingertips to my forehead and entered into the cool shade inside. My servants laid out various offerings and sacred items to aid in my worship as I sank to my knees, stretching my arms forward as I prayed to the gods for someone to rescue me from this life. I was so intent on my prayers that I didn't hear a single sound until I felt a whisper of breath in my ear, and strong hands clamped mine to the cold tile floor. My servants screamed around me and I heard them run out of room, abandoning me to my plight, while I remained pinned to the floor, my heartbeat racing in my ears.
I felt a hand brush the side of my breast and shivered uncontrollably. Rough fingers then pinched my nipple sharply, drawing an explosive breath from my lips. I heard a deep chuckle from the stranger holding me down, 'that's a beautiful submissive pose Princess' and he spanked me painfully across the arse. His voice came from right beside my ear 'Do you want me to rescue you from this life?' It was like my prayers had just been answered from the Gods!
'Oh Yes please' I gasped.
'Do you want me to be your new master?' he growled in my ear, and I could feel the graze of a beard against my skin. Judging by the heat building in my core I was going off pure instinct.
'Yes please' I responded, silence met me, then....spank, another resounding crack across my arse, and I realised my mistake.....'Yes please Master' I tried a second time.
'Good kitten' my mysterious saviour purred. He bound my wrists with rope before blindfolding me and pulling me to my unsteady feet. I felt the rope around my wrists pull me towards the door of the temple and heard the groans of appreciation as your men saw the beauty you captured.