Slave Trade

Neranna:

"You have been so kind. I am so, confused. How am I to know I am ready? Nevermind. I will know. Don't you have a meeting this morning with your men from the outer estates? Let me help you Mistress. You are running late. Or had you forgotten?"
 
Miranda

I glance at the elaborate time piece on the wall, "I had not forgotten, please help me dress." I smile, she would know when she was ready even if she didn't realize it. I stood picking out a pale sea form garment.
 
Neranna:
I silently helped her dress watching her graceful movements. She was so beautiful, so assured. I knew I was pretty. But she had a grace, a royalty about her that drew everyone's attention. I sighed as I watched her finishing. Even for a business meeting she looked perfect. Clothed in the finest robes, scented but so sexual.
"May I stay here and bath while you are gone? Besides, the bed needs freshening." Blushing as to why.
 
Miranda

"Of course," I kiss her lightly on the forehead as I might a favoured child as I slip on a pair of soft shoes and head out. "Use the rose bath salts and put on the creamy colored sheets."
 
Neranna:
She kissed me lingeringly. I moaned and leaned into her, but was careful not to muss her. After she left I slowly cleaned the room. It is not my job, but I need to do it. Changing her bed, putting the ivory set on. I hold the others to me, close. Inhaling her scent, and mine. Not wanting them to be washed, but knowing they must. Looking down at the bed started a tingling. A moistness developed between my legs. Overnight had I become a slut? No. A woman.
In the bath I soaked, laying back and resting. My body and mind tired. Not much rest last night. My arms and legs ached from being tied so long. But the thought of that made the tingling start, even more. When I had changed the bed, I had left the ties, tucking them under the sheets, in case. Was I so egotistical that I thought she would want me again? Or was I a diversion? No, I knew she was not like that. Rising from the scented waters I stood, letting it roll off me. The steam had made me drowsy. I combed out my curls quickly and slid her robe on, yes, hers. Its scent wrapped around me, holding me like she had. Laying down, just for a nap. Spread there on her bed, her scent, her robe. Fingering my baldness, so smooth still. A little stubble here and here. Oh, my fingers grazed my nub. It sent a jolt. Again and again I let them touch her, then rubbed harder. Suddenly I was pulsing through, like the last night. Swept off by a wave of pleasure. Crying out, writhing, rubbing. My whole body arching off the bed. Then collapsing down into her arms, her bed. Lying there, panting for breath. Myself, I had done that to myself. It was possible? It was, I had done it. I moaned and bit my lip, pulling her pillow to me, cuddling my body around it, like it was her. Drifting off as my body demanded rest, and my brain thought of things to ask her. What else was possible.
 
Miranda

I took the meeting and my mind wavered to thoughts of her in the bath tub even as I did business, I was brusk and efficient as usual, making most think of me as cold and distant. I returned to my bed chambers with another tray of food and set it in the fridgerator in my room as I eyed her lovely body laid out on my bed. I slide my garments off and made sure the door was locked. I opened up the balcony the breeze wafting in over my pale skin.
 
Neranna:
A cool breeze awakens me, and a rustling. slowly opening my eyes, there is my Mistress, my Goddess. I smile shyly, then realize where I am.
Sitting straight up I apologize for sleeping in her bed, when I should have been attending to chores. But she shakes her head and hushes me with a finger to my lips. A lingering finger that I kiss, and suck at. Walking away, I watch her, and slip to the edge of the bed.
"How was the meeting? Did you charm their treasures from their coffers?" Knowing she could have anything she wanted from anyone, all she had to do was turn that smile on them, and they fell like leaves in the autumn.
 
Miranda

"You know me, I made the arrangement look mutually satisfactory to all parties." I lounged on bed my fingers tracing over her skin. "Right now I'd like a little treat, unless you have something in mind my pet?"
 
Blushing again as she spoke, calling me her pet. Shyly I touched her cheek.
"Whatever could you mean?" Stroking her neck and arm, as I had done so many times, but now, with so much more meaning, feeling, passion.
Flirting, I was flirting with her. Smiling I undid one shoulder pin, letting it fall to the floor. SCircling her, loving her, touching here...her hair,... here... her back, letting my hand slide her length. Undoing her belt. Here... unpinning the other shoulder. Behind her I shrugged off her robe, letting it pool to the ground. Stepping back around to her view.
"Is this what you might have in mind?" Cupping my breasts as if to offer them. "Or this?" Running my hands over my belly to my bareness.
 
Miranda

"Both actually," I murmur with mirth as she flirts with me offering her bodily delights to me. I watch her eyes sliding over the pure unmarked skin, the swell of firm breasts, the hairless spot between her legs.
 
"And what would you want with them? To kiss them here?" Lightly flicking at my nipple, unbelieving of what I was doing? But I was so hot, so wanton.
"Or here?" Fingering the lips of my pussy, already starting to swell a little.
"Or would you like me to taste you?" Pouting out my lips.
 
Miranda

"Such a little tease, you've turned out to be." I pause noting the pouty lips and grin. I spread out on bed parting my legs, "I think all can be accomodated." I crook my finger, "Now come her and let me taste those sweet lips of yours." My eyes dropping down letting you know I don't mean your mouth.
 
Slipping up to her, almost purring I curl up in her arms. First, she just holds me close, her hands running aloing my back. Laying my heasd on her shoulder I again think. I can never leave here, never leave her. Why would i ever want a man? But then, what does a man feellike?
Slowly I start undressing her, letting things fall to the floor without a care, only wanting to again see her nude. Hundreds and thousands of times I have, but not really seen her till now.
"Teach me how to please liuke you do. Show me how to make you tremble as you make me. Please sweet Mistress."
 
Miranda

"Later my pet, I promise, now I crave you." I turn her under me, my lips licking sucking my way from her soft neck her firm breasts downward. "Just do what you'd like to have done to you, or how I have done to you, though you shall never te me up. That's a pleasure I reserve for you my pet." I whisper my eyes hazy as my fingers part your legs, digging into the flesh slightly.
 
All thoughts were swept away as her lips touched me, lightly grazing my neck. Moaning I started touching her, letting my hands slip over her silken form.
"Please" The word escaping as I stroked her hair. ot even sure what i was asking for. More?
"Yes,." her lips lightly kissing the soft curve of my breast, around the nipple, ignoring it. Her hand spushing at my legs, frocing them apart with her feather touch.
 
My tongue lapped her soft inner thighs teasing, travelling along the skin. taking a gentle nibble here and there as I approach the lush inner lips, licking up the trail of juices.
 
She knelt between my legs, kissing and licking at me. My thighs parting, longing for her touch. Moaning I bit my lip, laying back and sighing. Such delight and pleasure I had never known existed until she had guided me, shown me the way.
 
Miranda

I linger debating many options as I taste her need, I grin letting my figners do the walking using one at first to tease rimming her luscious slit as my tongue slowly slide over her clit, teasing as fingers joined in to thrust inside her.
 
Her tongue was heaven seeming to be everywhere at once, when suddenly she thrust and i was arching to meet her hand. Not even just one finger. Looking down, and by the feel, it felt like her whole hand. But it was only a couple. What would a guy feel like? But in seconds I was beyond caring.
"Please, oh please. Let me kiss you, touch you." I pleaded, hoping she would let me serve her.
 
Miranda

I kissed up her body keeping my two fingers sliding in and out of her, enjoying the look on her face as I reached her lips kissing them with a persistance my tongue moving in and out like my fingers.
 
Tasting myself on her tongue as she took me with it, the same sow rythym as her fingers. writhing at her touch, my passion burning into me. Growing outwards. My hands pulling at her wanting her closer, wanting her whole being to touch me.
 
Frantically now, I puled at her, trying to get her closer. something.
I felt so empty, so high, yet so in need. When she had pierced wme with the ice shaft, I had felt full. Wanting that feeling again I moaned, not sure what to say or ask.
 
Miranda

"Let me get something," I murmur softly drawing away. I slide away facing away from her as I open a drawer and pull something out. I hold them behind my back as I approach her again, sliding a silk scarf along her body, then blindfolding her.
 
Noble foriegn free woman seeking Miranda

OOC: 5'10 soft creamy skin dressed in a rich green wrap with no jewelry but a silver tear shaped pendant. Deep auburn hair plaited reaching to her knee. She looks quite out of place among the locals and her accent is distinctly foriegn. *Let me know if this is ok if not i will remove it.

IC:
Standing in the warm air looking up at the home in front of me I feel a moment of hesitation. I know that Miranda has been acclaimed as having the finest taste and keenest eye when it comes to slaves but I am still hesitant to meet her and ask her aid. Shrugging slightly I step closer to the door. Certainly I have nothing to lose, and I have always been curious about the rumours I have heard about the woman. Not exactly certian of what to expect inside this place i approach the door and knock.
 
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