Your words ran through my head, almost as if in slow motion....total submission....as I was coming to terms with them, I felt your finger invade me once more and I quivered involuntarily.

My breath caught in my throat as you yanked my head back by my hair and a small cry of surprise escaped my lips even as more juice pooled in my pussy. Looking into your eyes as you rubbed your finger across my lips, I could see something there, something I was not accustomed to seeing. There was power there. Pure, raw power mixed with a sexuality that was dark and dangerous and exciting to me. Very slowly, because I thought it would please you....and I realized, almost in an epiphany, that I wanted to please you, very badly...I flickered my tongue out and ran it along my bottom lip, tasting my own juices as you had suggested.

The spell was broken as you pushed me forwards into the dining hall. I gasped in awe as we entered, my eyes rapidly scanning the room trying to take it all in.

Nerves set in as you pushed me forwards and issued instructions to me. I was in awe of this man you called Sir Cecil, for it was immediately apparent that he was the one in charge here, and that intimidated me somewhat.

At your prompting, I managed to pull my gaze at Sir Cecil and turned it to you instead. I was on sensory overload, there was so much going on around me and I was struggling to keep up with it all. What had you asked me, I wondered as I continued to stare at you blankly.

The moment grew uncomfortable before I suddenly remembered the instructions you had issued me. "I'm sorry," I whispered as my memory regained itself. Immediately I lowered my eyes to the floor and knelt beside you.