jedressedessalopes:Ce soir, mes amis vont venir. Je veux qu’ils puissent voir à quel

jedressedessalopes: Ce soir, mes amis vont venir. Je veux qu’ils puissent voir à quel point ma femme est docile. Tu feras le service totalement nue, et quand nous n’aurons pas besoin de toi tu attendras dans cette position. J’ai dit à mes amis qu’ils pourront te regarder dans tous les recoins et mettre leurs mains et leurs doigts partout où ils le voudront. En fin de repas, il pourront te demander de les branler. En revanche, pas de pénétration ni dans ta bouche, ni dans ton cul. Fait particulièrement attention à ton hygiène. Rase-toi parfaitement les aisselles et la chatte, et nettoie tes orifices soigneusement. For the former Francoise Duval from a place called Lyon on the barbarian planet Earth it felt odd to be nude; it hadn’t been for weeks since it was brought to Gor. On Earth it would have been considered nude; that the collar that the new kajira had been wearing wouldn’t have been thought of as clothing. But to a kajira, the steel slave collar was clothing. The barbarian slut almost reached for its collar, the one locked on it on its arrival to the slave pen, to prevent its removal because it meant so much to it to wear it. But that worry will soon end after its sale that will begin any moment. It still had something on it to distinguish from a free girl—the “kef” brand on its left thigh that marked it a slave for life. It was now healed and beautiful; a brand any girl would be proud to wear. The uncollared kajira only concerns now were to relax and concentrate on what positions the auctioneer might have it do when it is displayed on the auction block. For the vast majority of kajiras, being sold, being sold for the time even more so, is the most exhilarating moment in a kajira’s life. -- source link
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