Post by kimama on Sept 21, 2015 12:25:44 GMT
I started my Day before the sun, still stunned by all that’s going on, I look around, this could be earth, I have to remind myself it not, there’s a strange freshness about this world, it changes you. I began gathering the soaps the oils the perfumes as I sink into the water. I shiver and not because the waters cold, but rather how the water feels like intense kisses, I blink shaking my head absent-mindedly I catch myself massaging my breast rubbing my belly and thighs, only the belt itself stops myself from acting like a teen age girl fantasizing on some school yard crush.
I check myself for needle marks, Have I been drugged, maybe brainwashed… but if brainwashed … by who….aliens… it can’t be brainwashing can it I knelt, I wanted to kneel before the Free of this world. No not wanted I crave a continuous craving to be at the feet of the free.. a servant but more a naked leashed slave.
I get out of the tub, aware to only dry myself off, on guard not to let my mind wander and slip back into the pleasure my own touch can bring. I wash the camisk it’s a gift, yet wearing it I feel more vulnerable then without it. I hang in outside to dry, I can feel the sand under my feet and start to hate my body, it reacting to the slightest touch with arousal, hips sway provocatively yet knowing this I don’t stop myself
I can feel my nether lips parting swelling with arousal the nectar that will lubricate, all this from a walk to do a chore… I enter the large main building climbing the steps to the roof I begin to sweep the hallways and steps from roof to ground floor, every few steps, stopping pressing my thighs tightly together. Pressing the belt coo’s softly in the relief of the hard steel’s touch on my most sensitive nub.
All this dust, all this new construction, why is it I’m enjoying work, back home I’d whine, or threaten I higher pay but here, here a slave I’m finding pleasure in my labors so much so, I climb the stairs twice more to get all the dust with the broom, before climbing a third time with a cloth dusts the steps. Almost excited ow my effects give the stone a glow of warmth, I only pray those free are pleased
Head to the kennel as I wait for my camisk to dry.
I check myself for needle marks, Have I been drugged, maybe brainwashed… but if brainwashed … by who….aliens… it can’t be brainwashing can it I knelt, I wanted to kneel before the Free of this world. No not wanted I crave a continuous craving to be at the feet of the free.. a servant but more a naked leashed slave.
I get out of the tub, aware to only dry myself off, on guard not to let my mind wander and slip back into the pleasure my own touch can bring. I wash the camisk it’s a gift, yet wearing it I feel more vulnerable then without it. I hang in outside to dry, I can feel the sand under my feet and start to hate my body, it reacting to the slightest touch with arousal, hips sway provocatively yet knowing this I don’t stop myself
I can feel my nether lips parting swelling with arousal the nectar that will lubricate, all this from a walk to do a chore… I enter the large main building climbing the steps to the roof I begin to sweep the hallways and steps from roof to ground floor, every few steps, stopping pressing my thighs tightly together. Pressing the belt coo’s softly in the relief of the hard steel’s touch on my most sensitive nub.
All this dust, all this new construction, why is it I’m enjoying work, back home I’d whine, or threaten I higher pay but here, here a slave I’m finding pleasure in my labors so much so, I climb the stairs twice more to get all the dust with the broom, before climbing a third time with a cloth dusts the steps. Almost excited ow my effects give the stone a glow of warmth, I only pray those free are pleased
Head to the kennel as I wait for my camisk to dry.
