It was so erotic!Between stitches she could be heard incoherently mumbling, things like:"Thank you Master." "Oh thank you Sir." "Please can I have ...nother?"With each utterance from his slave, Master would respond with somethingappropriate:"One more coming up my good girl" Brace yourself." "Hang in there" Having fun aren't we?"Then the needle would go in, for yet one more stitch. Each stitch wouldleave a new hole, with its small upwelling of fresh slave blood.Charlotte's mind was. Wanna talk about it?”“I wish I could,” I answered, “but I can’t remember anything solid...” The details of my dreams always seem to fade as fast as breath on a winter morning.Lissa made a sympathetic noise, and shuffled a bit closer to me on the bed. Fully awake now, I was suddenly very aware of my bare chest, and of the last time Lissa and I had been alone together. A couple of days ago, under the shade of the trees in one of the palace’s more secluded gardens. Talking, laughing and then…. I thought it may be of guilt feeling but she said that it was the first orgasm she ever had in her life and she enjoyed it very much. Now she wants to give me the pleasure of heaven. She started removing my dress and took my tool inside her mouth. They way she licked were awesome. I came straight to her mouth. She licked me completely and then went to clean herself. When she was going toward bathroom then I noticed her beautiful buttock. I immediately got hard own. As soon as she came back, I. I wanted to ask her, if I was blackmailing her into doing all these depraved, immoral things, then why had she fixed herself up like a whore this morning? Had I made her do that too? But I could feel the pin to that grenade rubbing up against my asshole so I held my tongue.She looked into my eyes like she was trying to read my thoughts; see if I was falling for this bullshit I guess. I didn’t waver. I stared right back at her and sipped my juice.It was hard not to stare at her. In-spite of all.