Notes

Slave Leia, The Submissive: ...forming, even as I feel your slimy tip trace a slimy spiral along my pale cheek. I think back to what I was debating, about actually responding to your question, having yet to actually speak in response to one of them. I usually stayed silent, knowing you would do whatever you asked me about ( A question along the lines of "Do you enjoy my tail against your ass kahnkee" or "Do you enjoy sucking on your masters tail" Questions that can be asked but you do not require a response, used more of as a taunt.) whether I wanted to or not, responding with a "Yes Master/Exalted One/Great One" when it was a less asked question like "Do you wish to kiss your master"(questions forcing me to answer, even though you know I was merely responding to your request, as per my duty as your slave, not in a position to refuse) , knowing my response has to be that as disobeying you wouldn't be good ( even though my body would never allow it, even if I wanted to). There was one time, several days ago, that I did respond to your taunting question, yourself not anticipating a response at all. It wasn't much, a brief and very small nod, barely noticeable, to your query of "Do you enjoy dancing for your Master?" whilst watching several of your other slaves give their performance before mine was scheduled. Next thing I knew, their performances were rudely interrupted, and I had to give the longest and most sensual and erotic dance I have ever given in my life, using all of my athletic training from The Rebellion to do it, your lust and arousal growing each second of the dance. Considering my dance was over an hour long..... Let's just say I was 'rewarded' for both the dance and my brief nod to your question with the second most vigorous, enthusiastic, depraved, disgusting, and slimy pleasurable session of...those kind of activities, The First Night being the only one that topped it. My partially rebellious mind shuddered to think what would happen if I actually gave a verbal response, a sign of my submission to your slavery growing. It soon realized that was a mistake, as remembering what happened with a brief response increased my body's especial strong ache to knew heights. My rebellious mind felt itself being hit with a new onslaught from my greedy lustful body, torn between staying silent and responding for once, both sides knowing EXACTLY what would happen if I did, one trying to prevent it, the other trying to ensure it. I closed my eyes, opening them and tilting my head up, the action causing your eyes to stare down to my face, lovely chocolate orbs gazing into reptilian gleaming orange slits, my decision made....