Her Master's Courtesan
“I wanted to cry, to move my hips in an attempt to free myself of the beaded tips that squeezed over my clit. But I feared he’d hurt me more if I resisted him.He placed the cold tip of another clamp over my nipple, spinning the purple bead around, securing the clamp tightly. I winced at the pain and fought back tears as he moved to secure the last one. Once he’d done so, he reached down to untie my feet from the chair, but stopped suddenly. He looked me over and stood up, leaving me alone in the kitchen when he walked into another room. I thought about running, about getting up from this table and finding a way to free myself – but the house was so large, I had no idea where he would be.When he returned, he held a camera in his hand. “I want to document the experience for you - let you see how beautiful you look. It might help you accept your place when you learn what a jewel you have become. You are highly coveted by men such as me – rich men, powerful men, men of influence within th...e community.”Every click and flash of light caused my body to jump in reaction.MoreLess
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