Opening the book, thestrange arcane writing started to glow and form into English lettering.He felt his stomach turn as read the twisted and disturbed...thoughts ofher former masters. From the time Gia was trapped into the book it wasas if every master she had tried to force her into submission by brutalforce and sheer mental torture. Trapped into dark damp dungeons, forcedto live wading in her own filth, fed scraps or forced to feed on therats. Treated like a worthless animal or sick. You run your tongue inbetween my breasts, gently twisting my nipples on your way down. My back arches and I moan, pushing your head further down. You know what I want, but you make me wait, anticipation rising in me like lava.Still working your way down with a trail of licks and kisses, you stop at my navel. You gently run your tongue around it. Sliding your hands down from my full breasts, you run your fingers down the sides of my tense body to my hips, and loop your thumbs under the strap of. I know about places like these." I hated sounding so naive, but I had to admit I'd always been a bit curious about such things. For some reason I'd always managed to date the purest and most unimaginative women possible.Missionary position only.No sex with the lights on.Boring.I knew there was a whole other world of sexual discovery and deviance out there. My previous girlfriends had left me wondering what it was all about. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt if I took a look around."Mike ducked. A kajira like himself. "Right!" Vella clapped her hands. "Let's get you dressed."Dressed? Armand stared at himself in the mirror; it was soberingto suddenly realise he was almost naked and it seemed a totallynormal state of affairs, but it was only since he had become, toall intents and purposes, a kajira that being naked and obviouslyfemale was the norm. It had only taken two days locked in acollar, trapped in this body for the novelty of showing so muchskin to the world to wear off. But.