Her nipples grew harder as I watched, and by the time I touched them with the soft hairs of the brush they were quite firm.Her nipples grew harder as I watched, and by the time I touched them with the soft hairs of the brush they were quite firm. I roamed over her body with the brush, teasing her inner thighs and the area just above her pubic hair before brushing along her easily accessible slit. She was still sleeping, but her legs jerked slightly when the brush stroked her clitoris and then again as the brush moved across her naked anus. She was growing quite wet, even in her sleep, and I just couldn't resist another taste of her. I lowered my head to her crotch and licked softly at the folds of her sex, loving the smell and taste of her. She moaned softly as I held her open with my fingers, searching for her inner lips with my tongue and stroking them firmly, my lips pressed against her opening. "Mmmmm, that feels sooooo good!!", she said softly but with feeling. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I just had to have another taste of you", I said, removing my mouth from her sex. "Don't stop, I love it. I love being kissed there." "I know you do, Kerri, and you will be, I promise. But right now I want to try out this other brush on you. Its alright if I play with your body, isn't it?" "It sounds so nasty when you say it like that. Playing with my body. Yes, play with my body...I can't stop you anyway." "No, you can't stop me. You're bound and naked in front of me and available for my pleasure in all ways. That pretty much makes you my slave, doesn't it, Kerri?" She swallowed hard before replying. "Yes, I guess it does. Is it very bad for me to let you do this?" "Its just as bad as you want it to be, Kerri. If it wasn't "bad" you wouldn't be as wet as you are now, would you? But there is something inside you that likes being a sex slave, isn't there?" Kerri moaned as I switched brushes and began teasing her with the coarser horsehair brush. "Yes, I do like it. I like the thought of it and the feel of it. I like the blindfold and the ropes and being naked here in front of you. I like being your slave." "And if you are my slave, then I must be your MASTER, isn't that right, Kerri?" "Oh, yes! You ARE my MASTER!" She trembled as she said the word, either from its impact on her emotionally or from the touch of the horsehair along her neck. |