moistened, furthering her desire to serve her new owner.
Samihah then felt a light chain wrapped around her throat, clipped together below her chin. Suddenly the leash attached to the chain tugged her and she blindly followed where the slave directed her. The journey was short with Samihah guessing they merely left the bath and walked down a hall to another room. Here she was directed to another small stool where she sat urged by a gentle pressure on her shoulders. She had figured out during her meal that this slave would not speak with her and she wisely remained silent too, certain she was ordered not to speak. The total control the Sheik wielded with his slaves was starting to permeate Samihah’s being, now expecting that everything she did required someone’s permission.
The slave knelt before Samihah and tapped her legs to get her to raise them, and when she did she slid a pair of harem pants over her ankles and up her legs. Once the bottoms were tied to her ankles the slave helped Samihah to her feet then tied the waist string just above her hips. Then she knelt down and slipped high-heeled sandals onto her feet before standing back up to inspect her work. She smiled mischievously even though Samihah could not see that she was holding the last two parts of her outfit.
She held two concave glass discs. Each was split down the middle with a small circular opening in the center of them. It was opened down the split for now, but when the slave slid it over Samihah’s engorged nipple she squeezed it closed. The two sides mated along the thin metal rods imbedded in them, forming a perfect circle held on by the captured end of her teat. Samihah gasped when the cool disc trapped her nipple, but it was not the worst surprise she had faced since becoming a slave. As a result she simply accepted it, and soon the other disc was adorning her freshly colored nipple too. She thought it was a waste to hide Master Ichiro’s tattoos, not realizing the discs were clear and actually magnified his work.
Finally she was ready, though she did not realize it, even as she was led from the dressing room to the Sheik’s bedroom. She had lost her capacity to anticipate what would come next, too many times she tried, and always her Masters had stunned her. The one truth she knew was that her life would be full of surprises and that was what she looked for now, always hoping she could accept them gracefully. Her demeanor had devolved to the point that obeying orders and seeking to please her owner was all she could think about.
The slave led her to the Sheik’s bedroom fully eager that the time had come to perform for her Master. Once in the middle of the room the slave stopped her and removed the leash, leaving Samihah to her Master who sat quietly just a few feet in front of her. Without an order to do anything Samihah assumed a stance she had learned early in her training, keeping her legs parted enough to keep her sex open with her hands grasping her opposite elbows behind her back. She liked the feel of the silky harem pants on her legs, and how they were cut away around her rump and in front of her pussy. She steeled herself as she waited for her next instruction.
Then she heard the Sheik’s voice say, “Remove the blindfold slave,” and she physically trembled knowing she was in His presence.
She unclasped her elbows and moved her hands up to either side of the blindfold and lifted it off her head, keeping her eyes downcast. She immediately saw her glass encased nipples and saw they were far darker than they used to be, but still appearing a natural pink in contrast to her milky white orbs. She also saw how the glass made her areolas stand out, looking far larger than normal topped with rock hard tips sticking out of the glass.
She only had a moment to digest this change when the Sheik said, “Look up at me slave.” When she did he smiled at her and said, “Lovely work once again, Master Ichiro gets better with age. Would
Samihah then felt a light chain wrapped around her throat, clipped together below her chin. Suddenly the leash attached to the chain tugged her and she blindly followed where the slave directed her. The journey was short with Samihah guessing they merely left the bath and walked down a hall to another room. Here she was directed to another small stool where she sat urged by a gentle pressure on her shoulders. She had figured out during her meal that this slave would not speak with her and she wisely remained silent too, certain she was ordered not to speak. The total control the Sheik wielded with his slaves was starting to permeate Samihah’s being, now expecting that everything she did required someone’s permission.
The slave knelt before Samihah and tapped her legs to get her to raise them, and when she did she slid a pair of harem pants over her ankles and up her legs. Once the bottoms were tied to her ankles the slave helped Samihah to her feet then tied the waist string just above her hips. Then she knelt down and slipped high-heeled sandals onto her feet before standing back up to inspect her work. She smiled mischievously even though Samihah could not see that she was holding the last two parts of her outfit.
She held two concave glass discs. Each was split down the middle with a small circular opening in the center of them. It was opened down the split for now, but when the slave slid it over Samihah’s engorged nipple she squeezed it closed. The two sides mated along the thin metal rods imbedded in them, forming a perfect circle held on by the captured end of her teat. Samihah gasped when the cool disc trapped her nipple, but it was not the worst surprise she had faced since becoming a slave. As a result she simply accepted it, and soon the other disc was adorning her freshly colored nipple too. She thought it was a waste to hide Master Ichiro’s tattoos, not realizing the discs were clear and actually magnified his work.
Finally she was ready, though she did not realize it, even as she was led from the dressing room to the Sheik’s bedroom. She had lost her capacity to anticipate what would come next, too many times she tried, and always her Masters had stunned her. The one truth she knew was that her life would be full of surprises and that was what she looked for now, always hoping she could accept them gracefully. Her demeanor had devolved to the point that obeying orders and seeking to please her owner was all she could think about.
The slave led her to the Sheik’s bedroom fully eager that the time had come to perform for her Master. Once in the middle of the room the slave stopped her and removed the leash, leaving Samihah to her Master who sat quietly just a few feet in front of her. Without an order to do anything Samihah assumed a stance she had learned early in her training, keeping her legs parted enough to keep her sex open with her hands grasping her opposite elbows behind her back. She liked the feel of the silky harem pants on her legs, and how they were cut away around her rump and in front of her pussy. She steeled herself as she waited for her next instruction.
Then she heard the Sheik’s voice say, “Remove the blindfold slave,” and she physically trembled knowing she was in His presence.
She unclasped her elbows and moved her hands up to either side of the blindfold and lifted it off her head, keeping her eyes downcast. She immediately saw her glass encased nipples and saw they were far darker than they used to be, but still appearing a natural pink in contrast to her milky white orbs. She also saw how the glass made her areolas stand out, looking far larger than normal topped with rock hard tips sticking out of the glass.
She only had a moment to digest this change when the Sheik said, “Look up at me slave.” When she did he smiled at her and said, “Lovely work once again, Master Ichiro gets better with age. Would
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