She felt her vision slipping. Besides the blur, it was like she was seeing through a wide-angle lens. A blurry wide-angle lens. And then, with a deep,...metallic growl, the man reached down and grabbed her neck, squeezing the life out of her.She screamed, kicking out, but he just slammed her to the floor. She hit her head enough to be dazed for a moment. The man was now sitting atop her body, holding her hands pressed to the floor above her head while delivering hard slaps across her face. His. I arrived at the front door, and knocked. Then heard them coming down the stairs, their head poked round the door as if to check if i was alone or their parents were coming back. Luckily they weren't. They opened the door and let me in, they were stood there wearing a yellow summer dress which made me that bit more nervous. I asked for some water to cool down/settle my nerves. Then we went upstairs to her room. She sat in her computer chair and i sat on her bed. We exchanged brief chit-chat. Mysteriously, the shopkeeper had vanished. Looking back to the countertop, I saw the necklace box gift now neatly wrapped and, next to it, the wooden puzzle box. A folded note on top read;“The necklace is on the house; the kiss was worth it.” She’d signed it ES x.Tucking the note into my pocket, I looked around once more, still seeing no sign of the beautiful woman. I dropped the necklace box, the note, and the puzzle box into my bag and left. I hurried, as best my aching muscles would allow,. Call it whatever you do or will, but that is what it boils down to; The slave’s body has become one big erogenous zone, or put more bluntly, one big clit.To prove my point, I merely leaned over her and lightly blew air on her back. The scream that accompanied that orgasm was the loudest that I had heard yet. I had watched her through one of these already, but I can tell you that on this one her squirting fluids almost made it to the bed. Quite a feat indeed.Being the bastard that I am, I then.