“Ohhh---my---god---ohhhh---my---god...” Stephie started to chant in an urgent quiet voice in rhythm with the beat of my tongue. “I didn’t thin... ... ohhhh---my---god---I didn’t know you---you meant it!”I wondered what she was talking about, and raised my face from her crotch to ask.“I---I---I---was—kid---kidding!”“What? What are you talking about?”Evidently that pause in cunnilingus was enough to allow her to regain her composure sufficiently enough to tell me she was only kidding about me. "F-f-finished, Mylady," the varlet suddenly says, wiping your royal vulva with a towel."Finished???" you ask stunned."Y-y-yes, M-m-mylady,"You doubtfully run your hand between your legs and check the result. Your pubic area is smooth like silk, and seemingly unhurt."Beautiful...," you aspirate astonished, caressing your soft, tender skin."M-m-mylady...?!" he interrupts your thoughts, "W-w-where should I continue?" That was it...," you answer abstractedly, "Everything else can be done by my. They were all too sensitive, too vulnerable. They worried over everything, so I took care of them. When I caught him looking at me, it was like he could see how small and insecure and vulnerable I was myself and I didn’t like it. I needed to be strong, and I so desperately needed people to think of me that way. And then he loved to tease me. ‘New boyfriend, Nina?’ he asked one Sunday night he and my sister, Chloe, decided to visit. Since he knew damn well it was a new boyfriend and I was. "His foresight was justified: when they got to the end of the hallway, they found themselves looking out at a large anteroom, pitch black and containing three now-very-nervous soldiers.Jordan gestured for silence."Did you hear that?" one of the men said."I didn't hear nothing," said another. "You're seein things." Yeah, I seen all the lights go out at once, that's what I seen!" the first retorted. "You think that isn't a problem?" Look, shut up," said the third. "If something's coming, yelling.