Virgin Enslaved (Closed)

"Good morning, Kit--no, Muffin." George smiled sleepily and nuzzled her neck, idly stroking one breast. There was something about a warm woman-body in the morning that was both relaxing and arousing...he could feel himself stiffening against her leg, and was content for the moment to just feel it resting on her warm, smooth skin.

"Today you will have your picture taken, Muffin," he said into her hair. "I like to have pictures of my kittens, nice sexy pictures that I can take out and look at. You are so beautiful, I like to look at you even when I'm not with you."

"And next week I'm giving a party, and I want you to help me, get people's drinks, and so on...I want to show you off so everyone can appreciate what a sweet, pretty little Muffin you are. And I have a special outfit I want you to wear; I'll show it to you later."

"And I'll have Leon install Skype on your computer, so you can talk to and see your online friend. Won't that be nice? But you probably will have to wear one of the robes I showed you when you do; you don't want to embarrass or alarm her."

He snuggled closer into her neck, filling his nose with her sweet scent, running his fingers lightly up and down her back. "I have to get up soon, Muffin, and go to work. But for right now, I just want to hold you."
 
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