Slave Leia, The Submissive: I feel the string of slime breaking as you pull your tail away, myself having learned not to look at it to follow ints trajectory. Whether out of a desire to not know, or knowing that if I did look, my body would get even more aroused. I hear speak once more, staying silent, trying and failing to ignore the. My body quivered at your words, knowing that when you start to talk like that, some very good things is going to happen to it. My mind simply acknowledged that as a fact. My backside was rather impressive, the other slave girls having compared, some jealous and envious. This wasn't the first time you had told me, and judging from your usual actions every night, you were not lying. You always praised me for having such a wonderful derriere. Not praising me in the way of a gentleman, complimenting me on my body as you admire it respectfully, but praising it in the animalistic lustful way that usually ended up with me on my knees as you slammed you slimy tail repeatedly into my cunt, watching the cheeks rippled with each thrust, the pace making them jiggle like Jello. Still praising me though. I hear your tongue, slick and slimy as usual, glide out of your moth, feeling the accumulated saliva drip down onto my creamy neck, as well as the bare skin of my breasts that weren't covered by the bra, disgusted but used to the sensation. I feel myself in shock at your question, my face freezing as you speak. This type of question you had asked before, I knew it was not one you expected a response to, usually do the action you asked me about immediately after. Yet, for the last few times, I found myself inclined and torn to answer. When I first got here, I was defiant, fiery, rebellious. After that first very.....memorable night, I become more of a rebelliously submissive. By the next however, all I was was reluctant, with my reluctance vanishing a bit more as the days went by. I shiver slightly, feeling your hot rank breath wash over my back, a tingling sensation coursing through my body as I feel your slimy, within, and pulsing tip of your massive tail climb higher up my leg. My breath hitches as your tail writhes between my thighs, my thoughts broken as they focus on the slimy tip going further and further, my lower lips quivering in anticipation, growing wet. If you were to see them, they would appear so needy, just practically begging you to part the folds with your slimy tail. I then feel your tail pull back, my body internally whining in disapproval, the heat of your slimy tail having been felt radiating off of it oh so near to my cunt, then leaving once more. My mind going back to my previous thoughts, yet struggling to maintain them, my body now beginning to crave more and take control. Due to your actions of pulling away, an ache was beginning to form all over my body, strongest at my needy wet nether lips, my body beginning to ache all over for more of your slimy and disgusting actions, knowing what the sensations they bring. You typically did this a lot, forcing my resistant mind to crumble beneath the overwhelming sensation, my body sires and cravings beginning to grow more and more as I 'adjust' to my enslavement. It was especially effective today, due to us not having a full session lats night, only the brief but albeit slimy pleasurable work your tongue did inside my pussy last night. The ache inside me only grew stronger, feeling your slimy tail caressing my rounded and bouncy ass cheek, feeling the slimy secretions as well as gooey hot pre-cum coat and smear along it's wonderful curve. My mind is overwhelmed by the greedy lust my body feels, but it still struggles on, coherent thoughts not involving my desires still...
