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The Lord of the Sea (V)

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on: June 12, 2019, 04:19:38 PM
THE LORD OF THE SEA (V)







At SeaLord's request, Roy led Miriam to what would be her room on the top floor of the house. Miriam found her comfortable and cozy. "Of course, they treat you like a queen, girl," he thought to himself. She looked anxiously for the bathroom. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that it existed and that it had all its accessories and sanitizations. I urgently needed a relaxing shower and, peremptorily, to make use of the toilet. Before he got into the shower, he looked at himself in the wide mirror. She contemplated her reflected nudity and found herself beautiful. Before Roy, she had once again bewildered herself when she knew she was naked, even if he had not shown excessive interest in the contemplation of her body. Now, in front of the mirror, Miriam was enjoying her image, still wearing the necklace and wristbands. He took them off so he wouldn't get them wet and went into the bathroom. The warm water flooded her completely, making her feel happy. With care, he rubbed every inch of his body with the soapy sponge. She recreated her sex and couldn't help but remember SeaLord pouring her pleasure into herself. She got excited but was too tired for masturbation. A long rinse completed the long-awaited shower.







He knotted the towel at his chest level as a provisional dress. Returning to the room, he opened the built-in closet, hoping to find at least some sort of underwear, but it was empty. She sighed resignedly at the forced nudity. Surprised, she discovered that, on the bed, they had left a tray with food. Miriam felt, at the sight of her, an atrocious hunger.  Actually, I haven't eaten anything since noon. He eagerly devoured what seemed to him to be authentic delicacies, even if it was nothing more than a little cold meat, cheese and salad. He tasted the natural orange juice with delight. And he accompanied the glass of milk with the cookies that had been brought to him. Satisfied, she wished she could light a cigarette, but her purse had been left... "In the van!" he recalled. He figured, at some point, they'd give it back to him. For the time being, he had no choice but to resign himself to not smoking. Of his belongings, he kept only the small earrings in his ears. His clothes and shoes were left in SeaLord's office. And his watch too. In that place, it seemed like time didn't matter. He looked at the stamped curtain and realized that he still didn't know where it was. He rushed her out and opened the window. An intense freshness struck his face. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with clean air. Outside, everything was invaded at night, like a huge abyss of darkness. He heard the calm rumor of the nearby sea, betrayed in its whisper and in its unmistakable aroma. And he closed the window, terrified with cold, thinking about where in the country would be that paradise of a house overlooking the sea, which could be heard down there, breaking the silent stillness of the night.







He uncluttered the bed and went to bed, thanking the warm and gentle touch of the sheet that smelled clean. I was tired. The day had been long, intense and full of sensations. However, he found it difficult to fall asleep. In his head, images, words and hundreds of unanswered questions followed one another in a disorderly manner. With his eyes closed, SeaLord's face was perfectly drawn in his dream and his recreated voice flooded his mind.  He imagined Karla tied to the anchor and wanted to be her. The reality of that first experience had distanced itself greatly from what had been imagined and dreamed of so many times. Yes, SeaLord was right. She had always imagined the leather master tying her and pinching her nipples, whipping her with his whip, insulting her, to end up penetrating her with violence. The master of videos and stories of domination. Although that contact message and the rest of the messages received betrayed someone different and special. Miriam had not known pain on that first day. I didn't want it either. He did have to face the first fears and the first embarrassments, to end up succumbing to an unbridled passion, to an uncontrollable sexual desire, before that tied woman. Strangely, she remembered Paul, that stupid boyfriend who ended up treating her in bed like a furcia and who constantly reproached her for being "too cold". "You should have seen me tonight," he thought. She smiled at the thought, though she agreed with herself that she had never fucked so madly, so desirous of being pierced by a cock, so whore as Paul would have liked her to be.







He wondered what had happened to Karla. They had left the cellar, leaving it there. Roy was by the stairs. SeaLord unhooked the chain from the necklace and instructed Roy to take Miriam to her room. And he left on the way to the office. Not a word, not a look, not a gesture towards her. Nothing that indicated what he should do from that moment on, how to act, how to know his limitations or prohibitions. Not a thing. He tried not to worry about it.  She could not help but imagine SeaLord returning to the cellar and calming that "soul pain" that Karla must have felt but that she could not understand.  He struggled to detach himself from the image of that naked body, enveloped in the sensuality of the reddish tones. And he felt in his chest a fleeting and hurtful emptiness, like that which jealousy leaves when it appears.







Almost asleep, Karla's image was transformed into her own, tied to the anchor, exposed before SeaLord, allowing her mind to contemplate in dreams what osucrity had prevented her from showing to her eyes: man's naked body. Instinctively, his hand slipped through his body, searching for the cleft of his sex, still awake. Drawing caresses in the folds of his lips, he filled his fingers with the viscous essence of his flow.  In his head, SeaLord's fingers found the pearl of his clitoris, reflecting his dreamlike vision in the reality of his own fingers. With his feet, he plucked the sheet from his body and gave himself to the pleasure that took possession of his whole being. She pursed her lips, drowning her groans, in fear of being heard. And the triad of her middle, index and ring fingers, clumped against each other, penetrated the hollow of her pussy, rummaging through the flesh in frenetic swaying motion that led her to open her eyes and arch her back over the bed, shaken her body by the shudder of an electric shock running through her veins. After the final explosion of her orgasm, Miriam stroked her belly with her wet fingers and slowly fell into a deep, calm sleep.


 

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