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Talia's Tale (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

Talia took several deep breaths as Armond talked to her. His words made sense, but she was still nervous about the whole thing.

"It's... not about the action," she said. "I know the movements and what to do to bring myself to orgasm, but the problem is me. If someone's playing with me, if someone else is touching me, it's out of my hands what happens: my body just reacts. And... and I like it that way. But... but with the exception of Mistress's shop, which was about the toys, not me, I haven't touched myself ever since I was raped. It was always someone else toughing me: Master Mika brought me to orgasm the night I was captured to make a point, Jet did the same thing when we were allowed to bathe together one night and the rest of the time it was Mistress. Ever since I was captured, my sexuality has literally been out of my own hands. I don't know if I'm even capable of getting myself off anymore and... and the pressure of an audience isn't helping much either. And that scares me: what if I'm not able to get myself off? What does that say about what I've become?"

She did her best to lift her head given her bindings.

"I'm not trying to defy you: I'm just scared."
 
Armond leaned forward and placed his hand over her throat,cupping it in his strong grip as he peered down at her. His clothed body pressed against her bare skin and she could feel the cold shaft of his sword sheath along the inside of her right thigh. "You need to stop being scared of your sexuality and simply learn to fear me."

"I take pleasure in my slave's obedience. When you disobey or even hesitate you make me very displeased with you, almost to the point of murder. You need to decide to obey me and begin doing it, otherwise you should tell me that you are not going to be worthy of being my slave I will sell you to someone who is more lenient."
 
"I am scared," snapped Talia, her frustration getting the better of her. "I'm scared of you, I'm scared of my sexuality and I'm scared that you're lying to me when you say that you want to love me! I'm scared of what will happen if I stay and I'm scared of what will happen if you sell me! I'm scared of masturbating in front of an audience and I'm scared of what will happen if I masturbate alone! I am scared of so many things and every time I feel like you might be my shelter in the storm, you go ahead and yank the rug out from under me and make me scared all over again! I can't control my fear! Not when I'm helpless like this! If I could draw a sword against any of the things I'm afraid of without being killed for it, I might feel a bit better, but I can't, so I need to rely on something, someone else to keep me safe, but there isn't anyone else! There is nothing and no one here that I can trust to protect me and I wind up scared no matter what I do, so my only option is to be afraid! I'm already afraid of everything here, so how is throwing more fear on top of that going to make anything better?" Tears streamed from Talia's eyes once more.

"I't paralyzing! If I do something, I either wind up afraid or punished and the same thing happens if I do nothing! So I wind up snapping at you and things get even worse. I can take a punishment: I can take a beating, a whipping, a caning or anything else, but it takes time to get over fear. And I keep reaching out to you, I keep asking you to make my fear go away and all you do is terrorize me. I'm trying to be good, I'm trying to be obedient, but whenever I get there, whenever I put my trust in you, you slap me in the face. So maybe I can't be your slave. Maybe I can't live in fear every waking moment of every single day." She took several deep, panting breaths as she struggled to get her tears under control. "I'm sorry. I tried to love you and I tried to trust you, but I can't love or trust someone who wants to murder me for being scared. I'm sorry I can't be the slave you want me to be."
 
King Armond blinked at his outspoken, vibrant little half-elf, lying there strapped to the table. His hard, calloused fingers found the buckles and began to undo them. First he undid her thighs, his warm hand brushing against the sensitive inner skin on her legs as he slid the heavy leather off her limbs. Then he moved his hands to her waist. His knuckles slid underneath the strap as it loosened and his hands wrapped briefly around her waist. "Maybe you can't be the slave I want you to be," he said to her in a low, intimate voice.

He leaned in as his hands went to her wrists. His clothed body pushed against her bare sex and filled the space between her open thighs. Slowly Armond's fingers undid the straps holding Talia's wrists to the table. He breathed warmly against her tapered ear. "...but you'll be the slave that I deserve, however this turns out." Once her wrists were freed, his hands traveled along her arms from her wrists to her shoulders. He began to undo the buckle at her throat. "And maybe, Talia, I'll be the Master that you deserve as well."
 
Talia took several deep, shuddering breaths as she tried to get herself under control once more, but it was hard to do so. For the second time in as many days, she was feeling hopeless. Armond had played her masterfully, getting her to trust him over the course of a conversation before playing some cruel trick on her to dash everything she'd built up for him. True, she played a part in this by acting out, and she was scared of the situation she found herself in, but she also wanted to test Armond. After all, it was better to find out whether her faith in him was misguided in a controlled situation rather than to find out that he was not to be trusted when her life was on the line. She knew that it was defiant to test her Master like that, but what else could she do when he proved time and again that his promises of love and belonging were empty?

"I want to believe that," she said, her voice soft and sad. "I really do, but we've done this dance too many times in just a handful of days. What will make this time any different from what happened just now? Or when I tried to kill myself? Not a few hours ago, you had me pledging to make you proud and then you threatened to kill me because I was afraid. I can't make any sense out of you."
 
Armond finished unstrapping Talia from the bed. "I...didn't threaten to kill you," he said, sighing. She was adamant about seeing things her own way, and it appeared that drama was her forte. "But what I said doesn't matter; you felt like I was threatening you." He put a hand underneath her knee and raised her leg so that she was straddling his hips. He pulled her away from the bed, his strong arms holding her against his body.

"Talia I want to know that you will obey me completely, without personal thought or consideration. I want to have your trust but you're convinced that I'm not trustworthy." He grew thoughtful. With a quick, sure movement he rotated her around to where she was cradled in his arms. Armond gave her a secretive smile.

He carried her back to his room, her body secreted against his to hide most of her nakedness. In his room candles were burning and a simple meal had been set out for them, but he took her directly to the bed and laid her down. "Are you hungry?" He picked up a soft, coiled rope that was hanging on the headboard.
 
"You said you were murderously angry and needed to leave for several hours to calm down," said Talia, flatly. "If you get that mad every time I do something wrong, I think I have reason to fear for my safety. I wasn't lying, you know, about what I said about how I performed for Mistress. I'm not comparing you to her: I'm telling you the kind of performance that I had prepared for her. Performing is not an easy task: you have to learn the movements you need to do, which isn't the hard part most of the time, but you also need to learn a mentality for the performance as well. Do I need to make a dance seem happy or sad? Am I supposed to be the thing on display or am I tailoring my performance to show of something or someone else? It's not as simple as learning the steps: you need to learn the attitude you need to perform them with as well."

She took a deep breath and let it out, huddling against him slightly as they passed a large group of people.

"So, when I say that the kind of shows I put on in Mistress's shop are different from the kind of performance you wanted me to put on down there, I'm only saying that because they are two separate things. You see the difference between masturbating with a toy and masturbating with my hands, but I see the difference between demonstrating a product and drawing attention to the fact that I'm pleasuring myself; they are two entirely different performances."

She paused as Armond opened the door to his chambers and laid her on the bed. She was silent for a moment, then nodded in reply to Armond's question before continuing.

"I wasn't being disobedient when I said that I couldn't do what you asked of me on the spot. I tried explaining that you were asking me to put on a performance I didn't know how to do, like asking me to perform a dance I didn't know the steps to, but you didn't believe me. So I had to give you a reason you could better understand: fear. I am... uncomfortable with exploring sexuality on my own. I haven't had much time in my life to explore my own body and I had sexuality thrust upon me before I could approach it on my own. I've always been a toy, a pet: something someone plays with and that's what arouses me because I don't know anything else. Am I afraid of my sexuality? Maybe not, but I'm afraid of my situation.

"I cannot defend myself here. There are no two ways about it: if I attempt to use physical force to defend myself against you or your men, I will be punished or killed. Possibly both. Now, there are two ways I can cope with that: I can either find someone or something to rely on, which I've tried with you a few times, or I can retreat into myself and become uncaring. If you want me to be terrified, I suppose I can manage that for a while, but eventually I'll just give up and stop feeling. If you want me to trust you, though, you can't just demand my trust and expect it to be so. I need proof: I need you to trust that I know something of my capabilities, even if you want to push me past my limits.

"I can go past my comfort zones, but I can't do so in an instant. I need some encouragement and I need a bit of time to prepare. I do not have a problem with putting on a show for you, but if you're asking me to do something I'm unfamiliar with, I'm going to need some time and some help getting there. I will Masturbate for you, Master, and I will put on whatever performance you ask of me; all I ask is that you give me time to prepare."
 
"You certainly know how to talk," Armond murmured almost to himself. He motioned towards the table and a small plate floated over to his hand. "I was angry, 'tis true, but remember; I left the room until I no longer felt that rage. It's not the fact that I was angry that you should dwell on, Talia. It's how I handled it. I left you in a safe place with guards outside your door. Nothing would have hurt you."

He picked up a small finger sandwich and offered Talia a bite. The bread was soft and warm, and between the slices was a soft, meaty blend that had a fresh tang in it as if someone had blended cucumbers with cheese and salami and made a paste out of it.

"I offered you your freedom, Talia, and you refused it. You said that you wanted to stay my slave, yet when I tell you to do something that anyone else might have found horribly embarrassing and arousing you completely freak out. You tell me that you're afraid of defending yourself against me, yet...you have no fear lashing out at me with your tongue. And not in the good way, either. As a matter of fact you are completely disinterested in fucking me which I find horribly disconcerting." He grinned charmingly at her. "No woman has ever done that before. It's hard to get used to the idea that my touch is more likely to disgust you than to bring you pleasure."

He took a bite of a small sandwich before offering Talia another. "Let's spend tonight as...friends, Talia. You've suggested that we need to understand each other more. Let's spend tonight trying to do that, okay? And if you find yourself needing to slap me for any reason I promise you that I won't punish you for it. You have my permission."
 
Talia nodded and took a sandwich from the plate, taking a bite from it and thinking over Armond's words. It was true: she'd been the one who agreed to be Armond's slave. She still wasn't entirely sure why she'd done that. It had been a spur of the moment decision and she wasn't sure if she'd come to regret it.

"I know," she said, softly. "And thanks for leaving when you were mad. I just..." she let out a long sigh. "I like being a slave, especially when I'm doing well. It's nice to be given direction and to feel some form of security. And I understand that I have to be punished when I misbehave, but I was not at all prepared when you told me to masturbate and I froze up. At that point, I would have welcomed pain over masturbating: I mean, I was being punished, and it totally makes sense that I'd have to do things I don't want to while being punished, but I've never been humiliated as a punishment before." She blushed. "Mistress always found a way to make humiliation pleasurable; it was a sign of my devotion to her that I was willing to debase myself for her and I was rewarded for it. It just felt... weird that I was all of a sudden supposed to be punished with it. It felt wrong; I didn't want to ruin the pleasant memories I had with that experience. I guess it didn't help that Brandon was watching."

She ate the second sandwich and thought for a moment.

"I... don't want to be disgusted by you," she said. "I want to try and find your touch pleasurable and I want to feel good serving you. And I've felt that, very briefly, a few times while I was here. I think we are compatible, but something always gets in the way and I think it's me. I'm trying to get over Mistress's death, but it's hard. I know that I shouldn't, but I can't help but compare you to Mistress; I keep finding things that are different and things that I don't like. Some of them are stupid and small, but others are a bit more legitimate; what would have happened if you'd gotten angry at me in a place where you couldn't walk away? Would I be dead? I can take physical pain, maybe not torture, but I can take a beating, but I'm still just mortal. You'd beat me, I know that much, but would you stop before my life was put in danger?"
 
"I..." The king was momentarily speechless. He gave a soft, self-deprecating laugh. "I don't want you to be disgusted by me either." He put his hand on the opposite side of her knees and pulled her closer to himself. "I don't know what would have happened if I couldn't have left and you made me angry," he admitted, "so let's agree to never let that happen, shall we?" Armond ran a hand along Talia's thigh and looked over her still nude form.

"Do you have feelings for Brandon? Misha told me that she was considering using him to train you to please men, but she never elaborated on whether she did so or not. Are the two of you past lovers?"

Armond's hand was warm but rough on her smooth skin. He had a working man's hands, despite his noble heritage, and his face showed more sun exposure than soft, pampered living. Many of his people were fair but he was slightly tanned and the image was made more acute by his stark platinum hair. At this moment, with the candlelight the only thing lighting the room, it was possible to imagine him as a Drow who found his way to the surface.

"I hope that one day you will find that it gives you pleasure to be my slave. For now though I'd settle for the idea that you're not repulsed by it. Thank you for explaining to me how Misha used humiliation with you; it helps me to understand some of the reasons that you froze up today." He sighed inwardly. He would have liked to have ended the day making love to his newest slave, but he knew that she would not find that pleasurable at the moment, so he resolved to give her a peaceful night and to allow her to sleep bound and blindfolded, as she liked it. He'd take his pleasure with another slave that night, even through he knew that it would leave him wanting for something that he couldn't have yet.

He made sure that Talia had as much to eat as she wanted before setting the plate aside. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and hold her throughout the night but he knew that he'd be frustrated and not get any sleep. "If you'd like to refresh yourself," he said, referring to the toilet, "I'll bind you for sleep once you're ready."
 
"I don't like making you angry," agreed Talia. "And Brandon and I were never lovers, although he wanted us to be. I don't know what might have been: all I know is that, at the time, I was still adjusting to being a slave in general and the addition of a triangle like that would have been a bit much to have on top of that. I did my best to be kind to Brandon, to treat him as a friend, but I really don't know how he feels about me. He seemed... content, at the least, when he left, but appearances can be deceiving."

She nodded when Armond said that he'd bind her for bed, but chewed her lip as he stood up.

"Master?" she asked. "There's one thing that's been bothering me. Do you want me to be like the rest of your Blade Dancers? Do you want me to be blank like they are?"
 
His hand was tracing over the soft curve of Talia's body. "Never. I don't want you blank." He looked into her luminous eyes. "They were ordered to show no emotion. I didn't want their arousal or emotions to affect whether or not you obeyed me, but I did want to know if the presence of your prior companion would affect you."

He walked around the bed and gently raised her to her feet. "I want you to be Talia, no one else. I don't want another Blade Dancer who serves me out of loyalty or respect. I want one who loves me." His voice lowered slightly. "One day I hope that you will find that I am worthy of that from you." His fingers ran through her short hair and then rested on the back of her head as he studied her expression. "Until then, I can only hope that you'll find yourself proud to serve me one day." He brought the rope off the headboard and began to bind her. The knots were firm, but not tight enough to cut off her circulation.

"I'm going to keep you bound and blindfolded in my bed tonight. I'm telling you this because I intend on bringing someone else into our bed for an hour or so, and I don't want you to be frightened. I'm bringing someone in for me, not for you. No one but I will touch you."
 
Talia nodded. She understood why Armond wanted to bring someone else into his bed. He was far kinder than she gave him credit for, really, and she felt bad for how she treated him at times.

"Thank you, Master," she said. "And... Master? I like it when things are this way between us. When we aren't yelling or fighting. I don't... I'm not trying to sabotage things between us. Not intentionally, at least. I think... I'd like to be intimate with you. I'd like... I want your love and I want you to be someone I can give my love to. I'll do... I'll be better for you tomorrow. I'm sorry I was such a handful today. If you like, we could resume my punishment tomorrow."

Talia did her best not to obstruct Armond as he bound her and accepted the blindfold with a smile. It was nice to sleep bound, but she hoped that she could one day sleep in Armond's arms. All she had to do was get over her own insecurities first.
 
As Armond bound her and wrapped the rope securely around her body he listened to her tell him that she wanted his love. She gave him permission to resume her punishment the next day, to which he grinned behind her back. As if she were the one in position to grant permission.

"I'll consider it," he said, finishing the last tie. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, making sure that none of the knots would press upon her and cause the wrong kind of discomfort. He wrapped a soft, thin blanket around her before slipping on her blindfold. "Now...be still and quiet."

He let someone into the room and the subtle scent of dragonfruit and citrus filled the room. The quiet sounds of clothes being removed, of kisses being traded, and of gentle gasps reached Talia. By the time the two went to the large bed to continue their intimacy, she could almost hear the other woman's heart racing. The restrained pants and mewls from the other woman seemed very much like the way Misha would occasionally sound when she and Talia were lost in a night of explorations, and it was only after the woman shuddered her release that Armond allowed himself to do the same.

They laid there for a long time, their hands softly stroking each other's skin. Finally the woman got up and dressed herself before quietly, obediently, letting herself out the room.
 
Talia obeyed and was quiet and still for as long as the other woman was in the room, though she was unable to get any sleep for the duration of her visit. She felt ashamed and slightly guilty that she wasn't the one that Armond was using, but she still didn't know if she was ready to be intimate with him. From the sounds of it, he was very good at lovemaking, but she had yet to experience him while not actively fighting him. She was curious, but at the same time anxious to know what his hands would feel like on her body when she was receptive to him, what his cock would feel like between her legs.

She found it a little strange that he'd ordered the other Blade Dancers not to show any lust towards her, or any other emotion for that matter, but she was also grateful, even if his methods seemed a bit extreme. Talia mulled over the events of the past few days as she allowed her body to relax and soon found herself asleep.
 
Armond was resting against Talia, he lips brushing her ear as he curled around her. His arm had wrapped itself protectively around her torso and one of his legs was twined around hers. As he awoke his fingers twitched, caressing her softly in the morning light. Once he was completely awake he reached up and slipped her blindfold over her tapered ears and off her head.

The hard shaft of his arousal pressed against Talia's thigh. The king laid there for long minutes as he studied the features on Talia's face and the curve of her neck. She was a beautiful woman, it was undeniable. Her half human heritage seemed to add rather than detract from her elven features, and he found a painful ache of desire was growing in the pit of his body. He seemed to steel himself and rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed. A moment later he walked to the bath entrance and dove into the large bath, forcing his body to recoil from the hedonistic desires that had reared their head when he woke up next to his little slave.
 
Talia let out a soft little hum of pleasure as Armond's lips brushed against her ear, but she didn't wake up, nor did she wake up when his fingers gently traced their way along her body. She'd been conditioned to wake up upon achieving a certain level of arousal, but was able to remain asleep if her owner idly toyed with her. Her body, however, did respond: her nipples began to harden and the lips of her sex began to swell as her breathing became a bit heavier. A small, playful smile spread across her lips and she squirmed a little bit against her bonds, although she was fat to sluggish to be anything more than sensual.

As she heard the splash coming from the bathing pool, Talia's eyes slowly fluttered open ass consciousness caught up to her at its leisure. Armond was not beside her, nor did he appear to be in the room, so she could take her time waking up. She wondered what her Master had in store for her today; part of her hoped that they could stay in and get to know each other, but she doubted that his duties as king would permit him to do so.
 
Once he was done washing himself Armond realized that his morning 'problem' wasn't going away anytime soon. He stood in the opening to the bath, a white towel wrapped around his waist, and regarded Talia for a moment. Her body writhed slightly as if remembering a sensual dream, and he groaned inwardly. The woman the prior night was good; she was one of his favorite, but all during their love-making he imagined Talia's green eyes looking back at him instead of the other slave's.

He walked across the deep carpet and went to the bed. Leaning on one hand he hovered over Talia for a moment before slowly, tenderly, kissing her lips. It was almost a brush of skin on skin, like the wings of a butterfly. He smelled clean and fresh and the heat of his moist skin radiated onto her.
 
Talia was unsure of Armond's intentions as he walked towards the bed. Her eyes reflected her uncertainty and nervousness, but at the same time she didn't shy away from him. She could see the tenting in his towel and could hazard a guess as to his intentions, but he'd also promised that he'd take things slowly with her. Then again, as his slave, it was her duty to learn how to please him in every way he required of her, so she felt that it would probably be a good idea to learn to start fighting her fear response.

She had to admit, she was expecting a lot more than a simple, chaste peck on the lips. Armond had exerted plenty of self-control over the past few days, but it felt strange to have so much buildup with such a little payoff. Despite herself, Talia couldn't help but let out a small, disappointed noise as Armond's lips left hers. She felt like she should say something to fill the silence, but couldn't think of anything for the life of her. So she simply sat and waited to see what Armond would do next.
 
Armond's lips curled up into a smile when Talia made a disappointed sound. He laid down next to her, one elbow propped beneath himself, and looked at her. Slowly he trailed a hand over her body and brushed her nipples with his fingers before resting his hand on her thigh.

He began to pluck at her ties and unwind the rope magically so that he could watch her. Occasionally the ropes would be drug across her erogenous areas, tantalizing the delicate flesh of her thighs or the outside of her breasts. The soft rope slid underneath her skin and around her limbs like a lover. Soon the coil was completely removed from Talia's body and she was simply laying nude next to her master.

He cupped her face with his hand and brought her ear near his lips. "Let's explore, Talia," he whispered as he began to nuzzle and pull at her ear with his lips. The soft scrape of his teeth on her skin was designed to arouse her rather than cause any pain or discomfort.
 
Talia didn't resist as Armond toyed with her body and the ropes, although her breathing grew a bit heavier as his fingers and the rope brushed along various sensitive areas on her body. She did not feel afraid; in fact, she was starting to feel comfortable in Armond's presence. By the time that she was free of her bonds, Talia was panting lightly and squirmed ever so slightly against Armond's touches. Unlike before, though, she was not squirming to get away from him, but so that she could maximize the pleasure she received from him. His mouth and teeth on her ear felt heavenly, eliciting a lusty little purr from her lips as her eyes drifted shut. Talia much preferred to have her eyes closed or blindfolded when she was being played with: it allowed her to focus more on the physical sensations without distraction. She made no sound of protest against Armond's statement and her body was obviously responding favorably to his touch.

It seemed stranger to Talia that, after every act of rebellion, she found herself drawn close to Armond. She would have thought that it would have been easier to settle on one emotion, rather than switching between the two, but Armond was... polarizing. He could infuriate her just as easily as he could make her feel at home and it was hard to tell if he wasn't intentionally toying with her emotions sometimes. No matter how angry she got at him, she would soon enough find herself craving his touch and his approval. She couldn't explain why, but that was simply the way things were.
 
Armond drew Talia's hand into his own and slowly moved her hand so that she was trailing over his hard chest, up his neck, and to his mouth. He took her fingers into his mouth and licked them, sucking and running his tongue along the sides of her digits. Once he was done playing with her hand he put it against his cheek and then moved his mouth down to Talia's breast, licking and sucking on each nipple while he held her hand close to his mouth.

He waited until her nipples were hardened nubs before moving her hand in his, down her body and towards her sex. She said that she hadn't had much experience touching herself; he was going to have her feel what it was like to have her hand in his as he explored her sex while simultaneously stimulating her nipples with his mouth.
 
Talia didn't resist Armond as he explored her body and guided her hand. It was an interesting sensation, really, being taken on a guided tour of her own body while being simultaneously stimulated, though this did not make it unpleasant. Honestly, Talia felt much more comfortable being guided rather than doing it herself; it just felt right to cede her control over to another. When her hand was placed over her sex, she bean clumsily exploring herself and made a somewhat sour face as she did. After so much time with her Mistress's skillful fingers and various toys to stimulate her, the half-elf's own fingers were a bit of a disappointment. Not that she wasn't stimulating herself, but she much preferred being played with to playing with herself. She did her best to mimic what her Mistress had done to her, but her own hand felt clumsy and inexperienced by comparison.
 
His hands guided hers, overlapping her fingers and using her almost like a puppet. Her hand felt childlike under his, though he rather liked the way the delicate tapers of her fingers fit beneath his. It helped that her fingers were wet and slippery from being in his mouth. He tapped her clit with his thumb as he made her slid two fingers along the valley of silk beneath the nub, sending only a single joint into the mouth of her velvety opening.

He groaned against her chest as her body brushed his. Slowly but firmly he moved her hand away from her own wet delta onto his hard shaft. He wrapped her fingers around himself, engulfing her hand with his own once again. As he moved her hand over the length of his sex he also moved his mouth up to kiss her lips, tenderly exploring her parted flesh with his tongue before probing her more deeply. Her body was completely unbound by this time. She could move if she so desired, but for the moment he was completely manipulating her body and initiating all the interactions, unaware if she was merely going along with him to keep the peace, if she was hating every moment of it, or if she might be enjoying herself.
 
The back of Talia's hands were smooth, like most of the skin on her body, but her palms and the insides of her fingers were calloused and strong from practice in swordplay and spellcraft. Her fingers were both nimble and strong, able to weave spells as easily as she could handle a blade. It was a bit of a strange combination: she appeared delicate on the outside, but if Armond took the time to trace over her body with his fingers, he could feel the strength hiding just below the surface of her skin.

The half-elf was off in her own little world: her eyes were closed and she writhed gently beneath Armond's touch, obviously savoring every second of it. If she was pretending to enjoy it for his sake, then she was a far more talented actor than he might have expected. The sour look vanished from her face as Armond began guiding her more closely; she allowed him to take over and reveled in being manipulated. She'd been in close physical contact with him for long enough that the vast difference in his physicality and her Mistress's wasn't nearly as jarring as it had initially been and she was able to simply lose herself in his massive warmth. He found no resistance as he kissed her and only the slightest of hesitation as he wrapped her hand around his cock. It felt strange, more life-like than the vast majority of her Mistress's toys (largely because it was actual, living flesh), but for now, at least, she was able to picture a toy rather than an actual male member. She'd learn to make the mental leap from toy to actual cock in time, but for now it kept her calm to think of it as a toy.
 
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