Enslaved At The Costume Shop (Erotica, Mind Control, Slave)
In this 3,500 word short story, a young woman shopping for a costume finds herself transformed into a sex slave by her exotic choice. Try as she might, she can't resist fucking the man behind the counter, who has become her new master. Mature audiences only.
-EXCERPT-
�Your name is Sheba, my pet,� Adam explained. �Remember? Slave Sheba.�
It sounded so right, and the trilling music rolling through me seemed to say that I should listen to him, accept this name, that this name was always my name. My back arched, my legs stretched into the air � not Fiona's legs anymore, but Sheba's, Sheba's beautiful legs, that her master loved so much.
�Yes, master,� I replied, my voice so accented that I couldn't even recognize it. �Your Sheba loves to dance for you.�
No, a voice said in the back of my head. Your name's not Sheba, it's... then the voice stopped, confused, but Slave Sheba wasn't confused. She knew her purpose, her duties, and how much she loved to dance, to show herself off for her handsome, powerful master.
�Come closer, my slave,� Adam, her master, requested. �Come closer, that I might enjoy you.�
Slave Sheba smiled, shaking her hips as she came closer, letting him see her move and writhe as she came closer, just as her master had instructed. Slave Sheba always did exactly what her master told her to do, as she was nothing but his content slave, and enjoyed nothing more than obedience. And now, I was no longer Fiona � I was Slave Sheba, and relished that fact.
My master's strong hands took me by my shaking hips, holding me still, so instead I ground against him, purring and smiling at him, doing everything I could to make my handsome master happy. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, with all of the ardor of my pumping, lustful heart.
�Do you want Slave Sheba to pleasure you, master?� I asked, every word wrapped in seduction. �Slave Sheba can make you happy, master.�
�Oh yes, my slave,� my master Adam replied. �Pleasure your master.�
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-EXCERPT-
�Your name is Sheba, my pet,� Adam explained. �Remember? Slave Sheba.�
It sounded so right, and the trilling music rolling through me seemed to say that I should listen to him, accept this name, that this name was always my name. My back arched, my legs stretched into the air � not Fiona's legs anymore, but Sheba's, Sheba's beautiful legs, that her master loved so much.
�Yes, master,� I replied, my voice so accented that I couldn't even recognize it. �Your Sheba loves to dance for you.�
No, a voice said in the back of my head. Your name's not Sheba, it's... then the voice stopped, confused, but Slave Sheba wasn't confused. She knew her purpose, her duties, and how much she loved to dance, to show herself off for her handsome, powerful master.
�Come closer, my slave,� Adam, her master, requested. �Come closer, that I might enjoy you.�
Slave Sheba smiled, shaking her hips as she came closer, letting him see her move and writhe as she came closer, just as her master had instructed. Slave Sheba always did exactly what her master told her to do, as she was nothing but his content slave, and enjoyed nothing more than obedience. And now, I was no longer Fiona � I was Slave Sheba, and relished that fact.
My master's strong hands took me by my shaking hips, holding me still, so instead I ground against him, purring and smiling at him, doing everything I could to make my handsome master happy. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, with all of the ardor of my pumping, lustful heart.
�Do you want Slave Sheba to pleasure you, master?� I asked, every word wrapped in seduction. �Slave Sheba can make you happy, master.�
�Oh yes, my slave,� my master Adam replied. �Pleasure your master.�
Enslaved At The Costume Shop (Erotica, Mind Control, Slave)
In this 3,500 word short story, a young woman shopping for a costume finds herself transformed into a sex slave by her exotic choice. Try as she might, she can't resist fucking the man behind the counter, who has become her new master. Mature audiences only.
-EXCERPT-
�Your name is Sheba, my pet,� Adam explained. �Remember? Slave Sheba.�
It sounded so right, and the trilling music rolling through me seemed to say that I should listen to him, accept this name, that this name was always my name. My back arched, my legs stretched into the air � not Fiona's legs anymore, but Sheba's, Sheba's beautiful legs, that her master loved so much.
�Yes, master,� I replied, my voice so accented that I couldn't even recognize it. �Your Sheba loves to dance for you.�
No, a voice said in the back of my head. Your name's not Sheba, it's... then the voice stopped, confused, but Slave Sheba wasn't confused. She knew her purpose, her duties, and how much she loved to dance, to show herself off for her handsome, powerful master.
�Come closer, my slave,� Adam, her master, requested. �Come closer, that I might enjoy you.�
Slave Sheba smiled, shaking her hips as she came closer, letting him see her move and writhe as she came closer, just as her master had instructed. Slave Sheba always did exactly what her master told her to do, as she was nothing but his content slave, and enjoyed nothing more than obedience. And now, I was no longer Fiona � I was Slave Sheba, and relished that fact.
My master's strong hands took me by my shaking hips, holding me still, so instead I ground against him, purring and smiling at him, doing everything I could to make my handsome master happy. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, with all of the ardor of my pumping, lustful heart.
�Do you want Slave Sheba to pleasure you, master?� I asked, every word wrapped in seduction. �Slave Sheba can make you happy, master.�
�Oh yes, my slave,� my master Adam replied. �Pleasure your master.�
-EXCERPT-
�Your name is Sheba, my pet,� Adam explained. �Remember? Slave Sheba.�
It sounded so right, and the trilling music rolling through me seemed to say that I should listen to him, accept this name, that this name was always my name. My back arched, my legs stretched into the air � not Fiona's legs anymore, but Sheba's, Sheba's beautiful legs, that her master loved so much.
�Yes, master,� I replied, my voice so accented that I couldn't even recognize it. �Your Sheba loves to dance for you.�
No, a voice said in the back of my head. Your name's not Sheba, it's... then the voice stopped, confused, but Slave Sheba wasn't confused. She knew her purpose, her duties, and how much she loved to dance, to show herself off for her handsome, powerful master.
�Come closer, my slave,� Adam, her master, requested. �Come closer, that I might enjoy you.�
Slave Sheba smiled, shaking her hips as she came closer, letting him see her move and writhe as she came closer, just as her master had instructed. Slave Sheba always did exactly what her master told her to do, as she was nothing but his content slave, and enjoyed nothing more than obedience. And now, I was no longer Fiona � I was Slave Sheba, and relished that fact.
My master's strong hands took me by my shaking hips, holding me still, so instead I ground against him, purring and smiling at him, doing everything I could to make my handsome master happy. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, with all of the ardor of my pumping, lustful heart.
�Do you want Slave Sheba to pleasure you, master?� I asked, every word wrapped in seduction. �Slave Sheba can make you happy, master.�
�Oh yes, my slave,� my master Adam replied. �Pleasure your master.�
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| BN ID: | 2940016627168 |
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| Publisher: | Joy C. James |
| Publication date: | 06/23/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 182 KB |
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