I have sent my girls to prepare you for me. My slave girls, my daughters. Exquisite eighteen year old twins when I made them. With their long dark hair, green eyes and succulent pale-skinned bodies they are sweet baby temptresses and I have taught them everything I know. I am interested to see what you do with them.
I watch through the mirror as my girls drift silently into the chamber, still lit here and there by my oil lamps and candles. The violet silk dresses I have instructed them to wear are short, shimmering and almost transparent; clinging to their luscious pale curves. They are naked and barefoot beneath them. Each girl wears a delicate collar of pearls locked on to her throat with her dark hair tumbling in thick, glossy waves down her back. Their full breasts push against the silk with stiff nipples. I can see that my girls are excited. Nubile but deadly.
On so many levels. Is this allowed? Your eyes desperately search for me. As you start to speak, each girl presses a playful finger to her smiling lips to indicate that you should be silent. Not knowing what else to do, you concede. I laugh as I watch the lust fire up in your eyes, replacing the terror.
The girls pull off their dresses. They stand for a moment so you can admire their beauty, and then they crawl up onto my big, ebony bed and draw back the crimson bedcover. You are hard, of course. Beautifully hard. They have instructions to tease and torment you. But the fulfilment of your pleasure is mine.
Both of them wrapped around you at once and I know you are quietly going crazy as you feel the heat of their soft skin all over you. You push your fingers into their silky, dark hair as you kiss them back passionately, and then, moving as one, they kiss their way down your body until they search out your cock with their soft, full lips.
Sheathing their sweet girl fangs, just like I’ve taught them, they start to suck you, both using their mouths on the head of your cock to lick, caress and softly devour. Sensuously stroking your body with their hands as you reach for them and touch their smooth bodies wherever you can, they take it in turns to slowly deepthroat you as the other moves beneath and uses her velvet tongue to lick you everywhere.
Reading you perfectly, they pull back and back just where they need to so that you do not explode. You have stamina already, but I am training you to have more. The more mastery you have, the more pleasure you will give to me.
The girls are becoming heated and starting to bite. I have told them they may taste you . . . let you feel a hint of that swoon which I will give you full strength. They are kissing you all over, gently piercing the skin of your arms and your neck as they lap at the blood before moving back to your cock and giving you pure pleasure. You are writhing in ecstasy, the sensations so exquisite that the pain only enhances it.
“Enough.”
I clap my hands once as I enter the chamber, my stiletto heels ringing out on the stone floor. My girls obediently move away from you, kissing you as they do so.
You sit upright as I swiftly approach you. My hair is swept back in a bun and my outfit is austere and yet cock-wrenchingly sexy. My figure is corseted beneath a close-fitting black jacket which is nipped in at the waist. The curves of my breasts are visible, but their flesh is not. My long black skirt flows down to the floor, kissing my body and slit to mid-thigh, revealing a glimpse of my sheer black stockings and vertiginous heels beneath.
I gaze down at you, with my face inscrutable and my arms folded, shaking my head just a little. As the fear mounts in your eyes again, I smile at you - reaching out to cup your face gently in my black-gloved hand.
“You did well with my girls. Now I am going to have you.”
Indicating to the girls that they should assist you - they know what to do - I sweep out of the chamber.
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My girls have prepared you for me. You have been bathed by them in my deep sunken bath and I know you will have been teased to the very limits of your endurance by their soft willing hands and tiny sharp teeth. But not gratified. No. That pleasure is reserved for me.
I am seated on my throne at the far end of the dungeon as I watch you approach. You are naked apart from your collar and the fine gold cuffs around your wrists and your ankles. The girls have attached a double chain of gold to your collar, which splits two ways, with each girl holding one of the chains draped over her shoulder.
The black satin corsets nip their waists in cruelly to beautiful effect. Their dark, wavy hair falls down their backs to those tiny waists, while their white-skinned breasts rise up above the corsets with the lush pale curves of their asses below. They are wearing black satin stiletto-heeled boots which cling all the way up to their long slender thighs. They walk with confidence on those delicate spikes as they sway sensuously towards me and I watch with amusement as you stumble a little, drunk with their beauty.
I see your head jerk fearfully, now and again, towards the shadowed corners and the walls which are hung with my torture implements, ancient and modern. But your human ears cannot detect the faint cries of those who are still locked deep within the wall cells.
“Stop,” I say.
The girls halt between two pillars. Carved in stone, they are hung with ropes and gold chains; positioned a few feet away from the steps which lead up to my throne.
The girls move apart which allows you to see me. As you gaze upwards, you instinctively fall to your knees. My body is draped in the finest sparkling gold chains which delicately frame my curves, fastened around my neck, my waist and encircling my bare breasts. I am wearing a black obsidian half-mask, moulded closely to my face, set with tiny fiery rubies. Black silk opera-length gloves cling to my gleaming golden arms and black leather spike-heeled boots hug my legs to just over the knee. My legs are crossed, concealing something.
The girls assist you and move your arms and legs apart, attaching your gold cuffs and your collar to the chains on the pillars and binding the red silk ropes around your body. You are held, suspended, with your arms and legs apart. In perfect comfort and yet vulnerable. Your cock remains hard, which delights me.
I uncross my legs to reveal my thick black strap-on cock and I watch your face change. It is strapped firmly to my hips with a mesh of delicately woven gold chains on a triangle of tight black silk. My cock is solid, flexible, and perfectly curved to give you maximum pleasure, not too big nor too small.
Gazing into your eyes, I watch your submission deepen. You are apprehensive and you sense what I am capable of, but you also know that I adore you. Potentially, you will have pleasure without end.
The girls drop to their knees. One in front of you, one behind, with their slender white arms in their long black gloves draped around your body as they caress your cock, asshole, and balls with their gentle fingers and skilful tongues.
Gazing into your eyes, I stroke my cock as I stand tall in my stiletto heels and walk slowly down the steps from my throne towards you. The orgasm I will give you will be the best of your life.
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