Bite your tongue

You consider saying up her proverbial but wisely hold your tongue.

“Very good,” she reaches down amongst your clothes and takes your purse, scattering gold across Jessocks table, “for your rings,” she explains. Finally she reaches out and touches your nose ring. You blink as you realize she has now just activated it. You feel your mouth start to water and run your tongue about your lips. The feeling is intoxicating and a little moan escapes your lips. You feel yourself practically melting with sexual need

“My order, as your mistress, is that for the next twenty four hours you cannot cover your face and you can not tell a lie. You are free to go,” she says with a grin.

“I’m free?”

“Yes. As a bird. Now shoo. I would move quickly for word will spread fast of what I have done. Jessock is not known for his discretion and I have done this to men who have displeased me in the past. Slave traders should be gathering in the streets as we speak.”

“Oh, shit!” you grab your clothes and squeeze into them then run out into the street. You have to find your way back home before someone decides to make you theirs. You sense your ass sticking out and tits jutting out as you move quickly from the shop.

A group of men wearing crimson burnooses see you and start yo give chase. You run for all you are worth, but it’s not easy with your feet arched so.