Was it a gentle gesture? She takes his hand and presses her lips, sobbing, fervently to it.
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He takes her by the arms and presses her back, gently, to the tiles, a love slave.
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When he is finished with her he takes his whip and orders her to her knees.
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Perhaps he strikes her, perhaps he puts the whip to her mouth, and she kisses it.
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Well then does she know she is still a slave.
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He turns away.
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She, kneeling, her head down, smiles shyly, happily.
Was it a gentle gesture? She takes his hand and presses her lips, sobbing, fervently to it.
He takes her by the arms and presses her back, gently, to the tiles, a love slave.
When he is finished with her he takes his whip and orders her to her knees.
Perhaps he strikes her, perhaps he puts the whip to her mouth, and she kisses it.
Well then does she know she is still a slave.
He turns away.
She, kneeling, her head down, smiles shyly, happily.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter )