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.
"My name is Berwick slut!" He booms and grabs my left ankle locking it into the cuff on the right, forcing me to turn my back to him. "On your belly whore!" Comes his order.
Now severely pissed over being interrupted, given orders by this well built man, and that my Master didn't come to my plea for help, I ball up my small hand and swing at Berwick. Only to have it caught in mid-swing.
"A feisty slave huh. Heh, I like that." He pushes me down on my stomach and gets my wrist into the cuff at the head. Then feeling his hands slide along my body and cuff my left wrist then down to my right ankle. Sobbing quietly within, I twist my arms trying to pull free. Knowing fully I wouldn't get out. To many times Seleucus had tied me down and driven me mad with his teasing, now this would become a torture for me.
I jerk as his finger probes my anus. "Leave me alone, please just go away." I say calmly but anger still edges my voice. His hand comes down hard on my ass, numbing my right cheek suddenly. Pain rises slowly as it stings.