Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who’s the Toughest Phonesex Slave of All

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

“This one.” Princess Kayla smiled as she fisted her fingers in his hair and drew his head back so that he was forced to look in her eyes. “This is the slave I’ll use this evening.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.” The slave dealer clicked her heels and all of the slaves except for the chosen one stood up. As the turned to leave, the princess couldn’t help but notice how each and every one of the slaves that was being excused had a straining hard on. She was pleased to see the slave she’d chosen wasn’t yet as desperate. His time would come.

When the hall was cleared and the princess and her new pet were all alone, she released her hold on his hair. She strolled around him, observing his strong body. He had thick biceps and wide, sculpted shoulders. His hard was a sandy blonde and his eyes were the color of the ocean. Eyes which he kept lowered, like a good slave.

“Stand,” Kayla spoke firmly and watched her new toy ride. His thighs were muscular and his cock hung heavy even while limp. Her mouth watered at the perfect site of her tall, handsome slave. She stood in front of him and strokes her fingers down his chest that was sprinkled with a dusting of chest hair.

 

I Wish To Cause You Pain

 

He didn’t look at her, only down at the floor when her hand dropped from his chest to his dick. The Princess gripped the base of his penis in a vice-like grip while watching his face for some reaction. Just a slight twitch of his nostril gave away that he’d even felt her touch. Well, that and the fact that his arousal was now rushing to his cock.

It filled quickly, swelling until it was hard as rock in the Princess’s hand. “Eager, are we?” She smiled.

“Yes, Princess.” His voice shook her. It was deep like a rushing river over rough rocks and just like that river, she grew wet for him.

“I wish to cause you pain.” She told him. Letting go of his cock to fondle his heavy sack. His feet slipped further apart to give her access and a small grunt came from within his chest. Kayla listed that thin blade of hers and struck it against the plane of his thigh. A white line flushed pink and the slaves cock throbbed. Her finger reached out to trace the line and she let out a soft hum. “That won’t do.” She slashed the shiny tool along the same spot again until the wound rose and wept for her. It’s red tears trickled down over his kneecap and the Princess squatted down to lick the length of the trail.

Her slaves cock flexed as she licked at his fresh wound. “Do you want another?” She purred her red lips against his inner thigh.

“Yes, Princess.” He wheezed. She lifted her blade and pointed the tip against his other thigh. She drew a big, bold “K” in his flesh and teased her tongue around the weeping letter.

“You’re mine now.” She cooed. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Princess Kayla.” He repeated and it pleased her greatly.

 

To Be Continued…

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

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