She knelt down and picked up one more small bottle, pouring oil into her hand and rubbing it into my skin, covering me with a glowing sheen.She knelt down and picked up one more small bottle, pouring oil into her hand and rubbing it into my skin, covering me with a glowing sheen. The oil was soothing to my newly shaven skin and I sighed. She smiled a tight smile and dripped some of the oil onto my cock, stroking the oil into the head and soft, loose skin. I knew she wasn't allowed to let me come, and the knowledge and pleasure only fed my frustration. And, despite that knowledge, I still whimpered when she stopped. "Aww, poor little slave. Can't stand to be teased." "Not by another slave," I hissed. Her hand flew, striking me hard across the cheek. But her voice was calm when she said "Shouldn't talk so impertinently. Yes, I am a slave, but you have orders to obey me. Down!" I obeyed her order, the right side of my face burning with shame, the left with her palm. She snapped her fingers again and again a slave brought her something. She slowly combed my hair until it was to her satisfaction, tying it in back with a leather tie, then knelt on the floor and looked at my face, touching my eyebrows gently with a brush. "Just a little silver glitter, Ken. |