The blonde kneels before the men.Her golden hair breaking its lovely sheen at her firm rounded buttocks
Her full rounded buttocks, marked by the pretty pink scar of her owners brand
Her lurid & lustrous veil is pink
Pale pink a pretty trivial colour
Like herself pretty & trivial, worthless
She is only a slavegirl
The tiny square of fabric on her lips clings to her breath
She keeps her veiled lips sweetly pouting
Sweetly heart shaped & plumped & cushioned invitingly
Her lip gloss wet like liquid
Like the sweet desperate moistness between her thighs
She breaths in tiny gasps parting her lips suggestively, under her veil
As she does so the fabric is sucked into her lips
Catching at her breath
The sheer fabric is moistened by her breath
The dampness adds to its lovely sheen on the fullness of her mouth
Causing an indent suggestive of her oral rape
The slippery fabric though washed still tastes & smells of fellatio
Slightly masked by her cheap trashy perfume
A constant reminder of her intimate bondage
A perfect & delightful imposition on her
The veil sticks to her lips
Catching her breath as she tries to breathe prettily
Apart from her veil she is nude
Her rouged, powdered & belled curves, open to her masters
Her perfumed softness, inviting at her betters feet
Her breasts rise & swell prettily
Upwards lovingly to her masters
The bell swinging freely on her nipple chain, ringing to them
The smell of her need filling her nostrils,
Perfumed wafting upwards faintly to the men
The little wet sounds from her thighs clearly audible to them
She kneels hotly at her masters feet
To be noticed or be oblivious to her charms as they please
She is frightened
She is beautiful
She is vulnerable
She is submissive
She is obedient
She is loving
As is proper for a slavegirl
She is kneeling before men
