She thought that she had finally found her place and felt the need to please him to earn his collar as his life time slave. She felt safe and content...with the idea of having someone to protect, love, and care for her. She even felt the need to be punished to make her a better slave to please her new master. She heard his foot steps approaching in the hall to her room. She painfully scurried to the floor and assumed the described slave position facing the door. She knew she was not to speak. Surrounding it waved a medusan corona of purple feelers, an oily sheen creating eye-watering patterns as they moved. Terror should have been ravaging my mind before such a spectacle, but the sensation of being adored was all-consuming and infectious.Beautiful.One of the prehensile appendages extended towards me, and I raised my arm. The wet tip met my palm, and divided, six tendrils, soft as velvet underneath their layer of mucus slipping between my fingers and wrapping warmly around my hand, a. I was not an innocent party; I had known for quite a while that his eyes were often more on me than on the television. If I had my knees drawn up, my son was in heaven.“You mustn’t look up my skirt,” I would admonish.So naturally, he would look up my skirt and feel his stiffening cock through the front of his briefs.At some point, he would be softly sighing, “Oh, Mum… Oh, Mum…”I would say, “Shush... be quiet.”“Your stockings… ““Shhhhhh…”And he would masturbate through his briefs until he. I need to have him make me shine out, be the best in the production, have all eyes on me. I need to be the one that everyone looks at, and no-one else.’ Like a cornucopia her need for attention could never be filled, and Misha sat looking at the beautiful creature in front of him, her meal forgotten, her mood swung down low by the failure to get focused a mans attention only on her. Picking up her glass of wine she told him, ‘One day I’ll be a famous actress and then all those people who didn’t.