The girl sat quietly, her short dark brown and auburn hair loose and curly against her shoulders,
her posture erect, her face; serene. She could feel the presence of someone behind her, yet she tried her hardest to keep complete control of her facial expressions.
A warm hand lay gently upon her shoulder, giving a squeeze before being removed. A whisper of silk, then the cool softness of black across her closed eyes. A gentle tug upward. The girl stood, her breasts and gently flaring hips, framed by firelight.
"Follow me, sweetness." A velvet voice, caressing her ears with pleasure.
Trusting that this woman meant her no harm, the brown skinned female followed, her legs encased in black leather, thigh-high, 4-inch heeled boots.
Soon enough she felt her body placed lovingly upon some sort of dias.
"Stand love." This voice, once more, filled with affection directed her. She did as was asked of her, her head resolutely forward, her arms held at her side, her body trembling slowly.
"Lift your left arm for me." A soft clasp of leather surrounded her left wrist.
"Now your right." The exercise was repeated.
"I am going to remove your panties, love. When I ask you to, raise your left leg and then your right."
The female felt warm hands caressing her stomach, before hooking into the waist band of her underwear, which were then gently removed, with a minimum of fuss and only two words.
The female had to with hold a gasp, as she felt a small weighted clamp attached to her hood, the weight itself dangled onto her clit, causing small shiverous reactions within her body.
The mistress of this delicious torture stepped back to gaze upon her handiwork before moving behind the female. The line of the woman's back in front of her, was lit by the candles placed around her bedroom.
This exercise was not one of torture, or pain. This was about pleasure, for both of them. The woman in control of this exercise, was ultimately the blindfolded, shackled female standing there so quietly.
Warm hands caressed bronzed skin, beautiful hazel eyes twinkled as she felt the tremors her hands caused within the quivering female placed so picturesquely in front of her.
Leaning forward, the woman whispered "What do you need, love?"
"Whatever you require mistress." A classic response, husky with pent up longing.
A quick slap, placed completely upon one ass cheek, which reddened perfectly.
"Well, I require you to decide upon a better answer. And while I wait, you have the pleasure of watching me entertain myself."
The blindfold was removed, and the slave girl gazed for the first time upon her mistress. Tall, statuesque, long hair, soft skin encased in black and royal blue velvet. The slave's eyes pleaded for the pleasure of touching, tasting, feeling but the impervious goddess would not grant her the priveledge. Instead she stood a few feet away,
touching her own soft skin, caressing her own fragrant spots as the slave looked on helplessly.
Minutes passed, mistress and slave locked by a pulsating thread that vibrated the very air between them. The smell of wet pussy filled the room as the slave girl fought within herself to gain control.
The mistress stepped forward, placing the fingers from her left hand into the slave's mouth.
"Suck them clean, love, and then tell me what it is you need."
The brown skinned girl sucked gently upon 2 well formed fingers, her eyes closing of their own violition, as she revelled in the taste of her mistress, sweet and slightly tangy.
