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head thrown back, my whole body
tensing for release, when Maki Akimoto paused just long enough to whisper,
"Can you see us in the mirror?"
I glanced sideways at the bureau. I don't know that I'll ever
see anything more beautiful than what I saw in reflected there at
that moment: Linda on Maki's knees before me, naked save for the
white ropes that held Maki's arms severely behind her, Maki's mouth full
of my cock and Maki'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 Maki Akimoto 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 Maki's
arms so that I could feel them around me.
#
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 exp
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