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w in reflected there at
that moment: Linda on Eri's knees before me, naked save for the
white ropes that held Eri's arms severely behind her, Eri's mouth full
of my cock and Eri's eyes looking up at me as though to say I give
you this moment as a gift, because your pleasure is my pleasure,
because I love you.
It was the picture that Eri Souma wanted me to see, had orchestrated
free and uncoerced. The sight pushed me over the top in an
explosive rush that left my whole body trembling. I dropped to my
knees and shared a salty kiss with her, then quickly unbound Eri's
arms so that I could feel them around me.
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Six weeks later, after much talk, a private shopping trip, and
some further explorations, Linda formally became my slave. It was
all symbolic, of course, yet very real. Symbols are real, after
all. They speak for things that can be expressed no other way.
It was sexual theater, very simple, yet very powerful. The
room was lit only by candles. Eri Souma came to me naked, unadorned by
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