“No, I prefer flesh and blood,” you say as grab her and pull her on top of you, fondling her delectable breasts. Your hand lingers on the pretty tattoo on her left breast, a complex variation of the Yin Yang motif entwined by chains in the shape of a pentagram. “I’ve always liked your tattoo,” the flesh there is warm and tickles like quicksilver.
Ulima smiles seductively, warming to your compliment. “It has an interesting history… Do you remember the day we first met?”
“How could I ever forget,” you say fondly. She was the most beautiful girl on the dock that day and whilst you paid the value of five slave girls for her you counted it money well spent.
“Well I acquired the tattoo shortly before that fateful day. You would not know it, but before then I was very wealthy and quite free. However I grew restless of my life of pampered indolence and began playing dangerous games. As a result I ended up with my body tattooed like one of my many slaves …” she flutters her eyes temptingly as your fingers trace the tattoo. “Its magic enslaves my body and heart,” you sense that there is something this lovely girl is not telling you, but her story has your interest piqued.
“Once my body was marked by magic I felt compelled to take many lovers. My will was bent and I made no resistance when they loaded my pretty body with chains – in fact I begged them for bondage. I came to obey my lovers like a common concubine, serving their whims on bended knee in skimpy silks. It was so arousing,” she takes her silken halter from where it was discarded amongst the bedding and ties your left arm tightly to the bed head. You smile indulgently at her. Many times she has asked to tie you but you have always denied her.
“Sometimes I would play the role of a slave in public with my face veiled by translucent silk. The sexual thrill of being used as a man’s vessel was heightened by the risk of discovery - for if I were discovered then a sweet life of slavery would certainly be my fate. I would even attend masked orgies on the leash of my love masters, unrecognized by my peers as they had their way with me like a simple harem girl. Most of all I like to be tied up. Would you like me to show you how?”
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