slave.slave.... you stand naked, gazing into mirrors, wondering about the shape you see. you choose what you will eat, anticipating its translation into curves on your body. Do you not spend hours with your hair, your nails, your skin, your choice of clothing, bathing, perfuming, your beauty and your appeal to MEN, consuming you? Their stares excite your sex, inflame your mind, ignite your imagination. In your bed when no one is watching you think of them and the hunger they will have for your body, how much they will want to take you and use you for their pleasure. And you moan as you are filled by them. you wear beautiful underthings, lacey, silky, exciting to touch underthings, and yet you cover them, and blush if they are revealed, struggle to keep men from seeing them. Even in their construction they are designed to tease those who see you in them, to enhance your beauty even more, to lift your breasts, to allow your nipples to be seen through them, to ride high on your hips, to allow your pubic hair to poke through the tiny holes in the lacey fronts. you wear pants to cover your legs, to hide your sex and make it inaccessible, and yet they are so tight they reveal all your curves, hugging your shapely bottom, and tugging at your sex, making it even more obvious than would dresses. |