Sitting quietly on my Master's four-post bed awaiting his return, I start to fidget. Running my hands through my short cut raven black hair, along my full chest making my nipples hard, and down to my cunt finding my already throbbing clit. Rubbing slowly my painted blood red nail seems to go white. Careful not to get to excited, I lick off the juices and run my nails along my supple body, toned and thin. Fair skinned no tan.
"Can't have a tan," I mumble as I look at my legs. Smiling I look at the mirror positioned over the bed. I once wore glasses but I now have white contacts thanks to my Master. My nose fits my face and lips, neither thin nor poutie. Slim neck and soft rounded shoulders, which fit so easily in his strong hands. So lost in looking at myself I didn't hear anyone come in.
"So Sagira, I see you await your Master Seleucus." Comes a deep sly voice. Startled and annoyed I look at the intruder.
"What do you want stranger?" I ask ticked from having my trance broken.
"Why, your body Sagira. That is what I want and will have." He says his square jaw muscles tighten, locking into place, green eyes burning with desire as his eyes look over my body. His chest tight and abs dominate. Legs formed from running miles. No cloths at all. His manhood erect and balls hanging.
"You can leave now stranger." I point towards the door.
"No Sagira, Seleucus said I could have you tonight and I will," he growls. Moving to the end of the bed grabbing one of the leg cuffs attached to the bed he goes to grab me. Pushing back I scream for Seleucus to come back, with no luck.
