Britwitch
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Trianna
"Yes that is you. That beautiful creature is you."
Trianna watched as Marcus moved behind her, his hands pulling her hair back behind her shoulders before covering her hands and guiding them back over her torso. Skirting over the curves beneath her fur. Almost trembling in response to the stroking sensation and the sight before her eyes.
"Describe the woman you see."
Their hands slipped over her round breasts, gliding across her nipples before he stepped back and turned her around, tilting her chin back so that she could see her behind along with her tail that was flicking back and forth constantly.
"I don't...I don't know how to...she's...I mean...I'm..." For a few minutes Trianna simply couldn't find the words. Lost in the realisation that she was looking at herself. She forced her eyes back to look into the reflection of her own. Seeing so many things shining back at her. "She's...strong...and brave...afraid sometimes too..." The words began to flow from her lips without her really being aware of it. "She's young and healthy, feminine and...and graceful...and pretty..." Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. Her eyes dipped lower to her steadily rising and falling chest, catching sight of the collar the Slaver had fixed around her neck on the way. "...and she's yours, Master..." She finished, bowing her head and stepping away from the almost magical looking glass.
"Yes that is you. That beautiful creature is you."
Trianna watched as Marcus moved behind her, his hands pulling her hair back behind her shoulders before covering her hands and guiding them back over her torso. Skirting over the curves beneath her fur. Almost trembling in response to the stroking sensation and the sight before her eyes.
"Describe the woman you see."
Their hands slipped over her round breasts, gliding across her nipples before he stepped back and turned her around, tilting her chin back so that she could see her behind along with her tail that was flicking back and forth constantly.
"I don't...I don't know how to...she's...I mean...I'm..." For a few minutes Trianna simply couldn't find the words. Lost in the realisation that she was looking at herself. She forced her eyes back to look into the reflection of her own. Seeing so many things shining back at her. "She's...strong...and brave...afraid sometimes too..." The words began to flow from her lips without her really being aware of it. "She's young and healthy, feminine and...and graceful...and pretty..." Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. Her eyes dipped lower to her steadily rising and falling chest, catching sight of the collar the Slaver had fixed around her neck on the way. "...and she's yours, Master..." She finished, bowing her head and stepping away from the almost magical looking glass.