The slave girl catches herself before her protest is voiced. She feels her heart beating wildly with fear as she slowly lifts her arms and folds her hands over her breasts. The blood rushes in her veins and her skin feels hot. Her fingers cup her breasts and lightly massage the soft flesh. Her breath comes faster as her fingers press more strongly. I hold her gaze, then my eyes drop to her chest. I watch the slave girl's nipples swell and grow erect as she pinches and pulls them. My phallus stirs beneath my tunic. I feel it becoming longer and fatter. The girl's body begins to slowly sway. Her lips part and, without thinking, she moans in the pleasurable sensations she is giving herself. She notices that I am staring at her breasts. She sees my tongue dart out and moisten my lips. Her eyes drift closed as she becomes lost in the passion.

I raise my gaze and see that the girl has shut her eyes. I reach into the chest beside the bed and remove a leather strap. I flick it out and the strap's end stings the girl's thigh like an angry hornet. Her eyes fly open in shock, but she remembers to keep her hands on her breasts and does not cry out. A tear descends from her eye as the sharp pain in her thigh slowly begins to fade.

"I did not tell you to close your eyes. That was your first taste of what awaits you tonight. How do you feel, girl? Tell me everything!"

"My lord, my skin is burning. My hands are merely teasing my breasts. I can only be satisfied by the touch of a man. My heart is pounding. My thigh aches, but it is a sweet pain. I feel I could lose my mind as I stand here before you."

"Is that all, girl? Is that really all you feel? Spread your feet apart now. More, more, that's it. I know the scent of a woman's pussy when it becomes wet, when it is yearning to be caressed by a tongue or filled by a hard cock. I can smell that scent now. I can feel the heat from your yoni. You should have told me everything, girl. Take your right hand and move it down to your pussy. I'm glad you follow our custom of removing the hair down there. It makes it easier for me to see what you are doing. Curl your fingers under you. Now use the palm of your hand and your fingers to rub your pussy. Slowly, slowly, be gentle, I do not want you to get too excited. Keep looking at me. That's good."

The slave girl's mind is reeling. She is standing before her lord, playing with her pussy and moaning like a bitch in heat. She is soaking wet and is finding it difficult to stay on her feet.

"Very good, girl. Keep looking at me. Tell me what you feel."

"My lord, my yoni is on fire. The amrita is pouring out of me, drenching my fingers as I touch the entrance to the Jade Gate. I feel my juices starting to run down my thighs. I feel as though I am going insane. I am burning."

"Fascinating, "as though you am going insane". Really? Do this, girl. Take one finger and slide it into your yoni. Move it as far inside as you can. When that finger is completely covered in your pussy juice, draw it out and hold your hand before your face."

The slave girl groans as she reaches into her fire. Her chest heaves. Her breath catches. Her knees tremble. She coats a finger with her amrita and raises her hand.

"Now, girl, lick your finger. Clean it very carefully and pay close attention to how it tastes. You will describe it to me when you are done."....