>>47253219‘That’s it,’ she said, as your head chimed like a bell. ‘Sink into my power.’
She sat down on a nearby chair. Or — wait, was it a chair? It almost looked like a girl, naked and drooling, her eyes glazed over in an expression of utter bliss, but you didn’t give it a second thought; not after Sabrina crossed her legs. Your whole world filled with the gorgeous flow and shimmer of those stockinged legs, from the thick flesh squashed around her thighs, to the curves of her calves, all the way down to her feet. Her sensuous, sweat-moistened feet.
Every tiny wriggle of her toes made you desperate to have them in your mouth.
You could practically hear her nylons creak as she settled herself more comfortably.
‘Well, trainer. This is your last chance — if you have any good reason not to live out the rest of your life as my spellbound, drooling slave, tell me now and I might consider letting you go.’
Slave. As soon as you heard that word, everything made perfect sense. That was why you’d come here in the first place, wasn’t it? To beg Mistress Sabrina to accept you as her slave? To prostrate yourself before her, to bow down before this magnificent woman with her icy demeanour and her glorious nylon-wrapped legs and to offer her anything, everything, just to please her. To replace every foolish little worry in your mind with wonderful pink clouds and let Mistress take control.
A lifetime of servitude.
A lifetime at Her feet.
You feel your knees begin to bend.
