"I let her go, and stood up. I still felt aroused as we scurried down tothe bathroom to brush our teeth. When we finished, we returned to theliving ro...m and my new clothing. Natalie helped finish undressing me,"A small price to pay to have her hands all over me when I feel likethis," I thought.The stockings were wonderful. I loved how they felt going on, and I lovedthe way they felt when my legs touched. I was just glad I wasn't acricket because all of the leg rubbing would have been deafening.. "Oh!" I cried. "Oh!" "You have a lovely ass," he said. "Ohhh!" I said. "You may thank me," he said. Kajira of Gor, pg. 434 ?Slaver's KissAlso known as the "kiss of the whip" or "whip caress". The slave moves to the floor on all fours, head lowered to the ground, bottom high in the air, thighs widely spread with slave's heat exposed. "Then, before I could realize what he intended, he had subjected Miss Cardwell to what, among slavers, is know as the Whip Caress. Ideally it is done, as Kamchak. My cock jumped a bit as she fished it out from my underwear and flicked the tip of her tongue over the slit until it was fully hard and spilling out of her hand. Looking at it from this angle I could see that my dick was a little thicker than her wrist. I replaced her hand with mine and slapped it against her cheek, gently at first then a little harder. I told her to stick her tongue out. She did what she was told and I started slapping it with my rod. Once, twice, three times. She. The cult of the cock.Well, it wouldn't work. I was going to show them.I turned the corner, spittle on my lips, eyes full of ire, heart full ofhate, ready to spit and to fume and to yell and scream and carry on andgive him hell.He was asleep.Night after night of sex had exhausted him.Shit.I breathed a huge sigh of relief.But he looked inviting. He looked cold. One arm was cast out justbegging for a soft head to lay against it. His head was turned to theside, his jaw slack, his lips parted and.