"Your gratitude may be premature, my dear," said Selius Arconious.
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Ellen lifted her head a little, puzzled.
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Selius Arconious stepped back, away from her.
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"Kneel up, slut," said the scribe.
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"Lift your wrists, crossed".
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Ellen, kneeling up, lifting her wrists, crossed, flushed.
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She was obeying, and kneeling, a naked slave, in the presence of Selius Arconious, whom she hated.
"Your gratitude may be premature, my dear," said Selius Arconious.
Ellen lifted her head a little, puzzled.
Selius Arconious stepped back, away from her.
"Kneel up, slut," said the scribe.
"Lift your wrists, crossed".
Ellen, kneeling up, lifting her wrists, crossed, flushed.
She was obeying, and kneeling, a naked slave, in the presence of Selius Arconious, whom she hated.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )