NataliaHeart
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jun 20, 2006
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The slave market was bustling as usual, and Natalia had gotten bored with the monotony of it all. She sat chained up, watching people pass her by. She was a very pretty eighteen year old, with ice blue eyes and curly brown hair past her shoulders.
The auctioneer had dressed her up nicely, trying to get her sold off sooner. She was wearing a low cut black dress with an angled bottom. Beneath her dress she wore no bra, just a black thong.
She was a well trained pleasure slave, incredibly submissive. She'd been taught to stay silent unless spoken to, and never questioned a master's motives. She had only been with a few other masters, and although well trained, she hadn't perfected her sexual acts.
Her eyes shifted from her auctioneer to her bare feet, hoping a master would come along and buy her today.
The auctioneer had dressed her up nicely, trying to get her sold off sooner. She was wearing a low cut black dress with an angled bottom. Beneath her dress she wore no bra, just a black thong.
She was a well trained pleasure slave, incredibly submissive. She'd been taught to stay silent unless spoken to, and never questioned a master's motives. She had only been with a few other masters, and although well trained, she hadn't perfected her sexual acts.
Her eyes shifted from her auctioneer to her bare feet, hoping a master would come along and buy her today.