~~A Gift for a Slave~~



   When we enter into the room, we see her, on her knees in the center

of the room. She is nude, waiting for us, without bindings. her hands

are clasped behind her back, and she keeps her eyes on the floor as

instructed.



    My master has given this girl to me, and I want badly to please him.

He is the only one with clothing, intent on watching my performance, to

see if I am deserving of this honor. He moves to the corner, and sits in

a chair.



    "Proceed, Sherri", he demands.



    Unsure of myself, I stand still for a moment, then slowly walk

forward. As I reach the girl, I notice how fair and unblemished her skin

is. I run a finger down her arm, and watch goose bumps appear all over

body.



    I tell her to look at me, and to stand up. She gracefully rises, 

careful to keep her hands behind her back. She is very obedient, but I

wish she would do something wrong, so I can punish her.







Mike, PLEASE finish it for me. I don't know what else to do!







What a beautiful, erotic sight.  That was the first thought that crossed 

my mind when I saw Sherri--my slave, encounter my gift to her.  Her gift 

was on her knees in the middle of the room, and her name was Amy.



Amy was a pretty, petite girl, with fair skin and blonde hair----and a 

submissive streak that ran very deep.  I had met her at a party and 

immediately sensed her desire to be ruled.  After talking with her for 

some time she had asked if she could belong to me.  I had replied that I 

already had a slave, and sent her away disappointed.  After some thought 

I called her up and told of my plan.  To my surprise, she had accepted 

without hesitation, and here she was tonight.



I watched now as Sherri moved around the girl that I had given her.  

Sherri was clearly fascinated with this gift, but obviously unsure how 

to use it.  I watched as she touched Amy's skin gingerly--almost as if 

it were fragile glass, her eyes drinking in Amy's slender form....small 

but firm breasts, a tiny waist and beautiful legs.    I found this so 

intriguing--that she treated her so carefully, especially since I knew 

what Sherri really dreamed of doing to a submissive girl.  A little 

prodding is what she needs, I thought to myself.



Standing, I stode across the room to where they stood facing each other.  

Ignoring Sherri, I stroked Amy's skin slowly, enjoying the feel of my 

hand against her smooth pale skin.  My knuckles brushed her 

nipples....they hardened immediately, and she gasped under her breath.  

Leaning down to her breasts, I took a nipple in my teeth and bit her 

lightly, feeling her squirm at my touch, knowing that she was getting 

wetter by the second.  Stepping back, I turned to Sherri, looking her in 

the eye,



"Mmmmm, she tastes nice"

Yes, I thought to myself, as I saw the anger and jealousy simmer in your 

eyes, that should get her going.



"She's all yours Sherri", I said with a malicious twinkle in my eye.



Amy knew immediately that she had been set up.  Her eyes were glued to 

the floor, her body trembling...waiting for your touch....knowing that 

she was in terrible trouble, knowing that she would get that she 

deserved.