For a brief time in his mind he’d been the Master himself. Lord of all he surveyed, he lolled naked on a throne, surrounded by stunning luxury and fearful supplicants. A veritable harem of females knelt or crouched trembling at his feet, their uncountable numbers stretching into dimness on all sides. Their slender limbs were all bound or shackled. Their sumptuous curves draped with gauzy lingerie and their lovely faces barely veiled with filmy silk, they anxiously awaited his every pleasure. Lounging indolently he chastised them randomly, with flicking whips or silver-headed canes. Meanwhile currently favored Amy knelt before him naked, humbly pleasuring his erection with every arcane trick her desperation could devise.
Heavy-breasted Wendy waited nearby, quivering with both eagerness and
