My Muse suggested I write a story, in parts, each week on my blog. What a super idea! So, Tuesday will be Tale day.
It's an interactive story, so public comment decides where it goes next (majority rules).
It won't be super polished and brilliant - but a raw story. Every Monday night I'll tally the comments and write the next part of the story, which will be posted in Tuesday. Hope you enjoy!
Here's Tuesday Tale 1, Part 1:
It's an interactive story, so public comment decides where it goes next (majority rules).
It won't be super polished and brilliant - but a raw story. Every Monday night I'll tally the comments and write the next part of the story, which will be posted in Tuesday. Hope you enjoy!
Here's Tuesday Tale 1, Part 1:
The first woman stood before me, left foot in front of her
body, hip jutting forwards, shoulders thrown back making her full breasts stand
proudly. Her nipples were tight and pink, crowning pale cream flesh dusted with
glitter. Auburn curls fell to her waist but they were held back from her face
with a wide blue band, as blue as her eyes. Lean strong legs erupted from
bright blue stilettos joining at her hips with flesh like alabaster. Naked,
alabaster. Labia were drawn long by the golden ring piercing her flesh, fine
chains running to her slim ankle cuffs. She was magnificent.
A bell rang and she prowled from the room. Leonine. The only
word that comes close to describing her majesty, beauty and poise.
I didn’t need to see any other girls but the next walked in
before I could leave. She rooted me to the spot. Petite, pale, pixie. Her hair
was short and blonde, so short it must have been shorn recently. Her eyes were
pale, grey or blue, I wasn’t sure as her eyes were downcast once she’d walked
in and turned to face the viewing window. Her body was naked, palest pink. Her
oiled body had been shaved recently too. Her mons glistened in the harsh
fluorescent lights. As the other girl was fiery and alive, this girl was a
mouse, a submissive. I would bet my life she wants to be huddled in the corner
not on display. With her head lowered, I couldn’t see the delightful blush on
her cheeks but I knew it was there, her neck was awash with colour. How
wonderful would her flesh look after the lick of a lash?
The bell rang and mouse scurried for darkness.
What a choice - a mouse or a lion?
I’d come to the slave market to buy my wife a toy, her
reward for pleasing me. An extravagant birthday gift, I know, but one I could
afford to bestow. Buying two gifts was unacceptable. Should I buy the lion, for
my pleasure so we could both dominate my wife? Of course, my wife would enjoy
every moment of being slave to two.
But would she enjoy the mouse more? Would she enjoy having a
slave of her own? I could see her instructing her slave girl to pleasure her,
or to please me. I could imagine them both working together at my command.
A mouse or a lion… how to decide?
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