This choice: "You know, I think that's the right look for you, girl." John gloats. • Go Back...Chapter #7"You know, I think that's the right look for you." by: Mr. George   You know, I think that's the right look for you, girl." He gloatingly observed. "I am Master LeMure, and you shall release me."
A smile flickering across his face, "Surely a man, a master controls his own destiny." He shakes his head pitingly. "You do lack the features of any master, or any man."
Taking the time to leisurely sit up. He straddled you, his weight enough to pin you in place. His soft cock resting atop your vulnerable taut, tummy.
"I don't know any master with these." he leaned forward massaging and mauling your bust. You squirm beneath his expert teasing, and despite yourself, your body betrays you. Getting hot, horny and frustrated.
"Release me!" you demand. Not liking the pitch, or desperation that's clear in your voice.
He tutts deliberately, mockingly. "You need a man to free you..." he observed.
"Yes!" you snarl, a futile attempt to sound intimidating.
"A master wouldn't have surrendered so easily, perhaps you deserve that body, perhaps you always wanted that body."
He leans forward, his muscular body easy and strong. It presses against your own weak and vulnerable flesh. Your bust squished and compressed beneath his firm pecs. His crotch sliding lower, you feel the drag of his cock, as it traces its way lower. A trail of cum marking your belly, until it falls from your stomach.
He kisses you. Before his smile widens. He levers himself back upright, as you feel his soft cock pressing urgently against your vulnerable flesh. He's thankfully still soft. The smile on his face more amused that horny. With a swift jerk, he releases the hidden knot in the ribbon. An act you could've done!?! His smile widening, slowly deliberately nodding. This was something you could've done. That freedom was in your hands the whole time.
"Some master." he says in amusement, as you release the knot holding your other arm to the bed frame. With John still sitting astride you, the ones tying your spread legs to the bottom pillars of the bed are beyond your reach.
You try to hide the defeat from your posture. You always left those same knots for the slaves and harem girls you bound. The mortification doubling that you forgot so quickly, when the pressure was on.
John/Mary sits astride you, musing what to do next. Certainly the decision isn't in your hands, barely able to shift from side to side.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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