She did feel captive now as Kurt stepped forward in front of her.
Though she couldnt see him with her forehead trained on the flagstone courtyard, she could distinguish his familiar essence from all the others around her. Besides, he was wearing a pair of special boots he wore only for Renaissance Faires and occasions like this one where the feeling of mastery could be augmented with costumes and customs from the era when slaves were more common than noblemen.
Kurt hadnt worn the boots on the trip to the sanctuary, which made her realize that hed changed into appropriate attire for the event. What was already raging inside her skittishly aroused body took another dive into the depths of her great s****l appetite.
And Regan desires to be your slave?
She has asked me to take her fr
