Yes

“Yes,” you say as you continue to stroke the tattoo on her pretty right breast.

Ulima takes her discarded loin cloth and ties your other hand with it. She smiles at your supine body mischievously, her naked supple limbs lovely in the lamp light.

“Whilst I knew it was wrong I began to yearn for an existence in the silks. I came to envy girls chained at the **** docks for auction. I would fantasize that I was such a creature, imagine who my master would be and how I would serve him. There is nothing as alluring as the taste of forbidden fruit,” she bends down and kisses you, her lips juicy her tongue sweet like a peach. You can feel her sexual need emanating from between her legs as she straddles your naked body.

“One day my curiosity overcame my better judgment. I had one of my retainers take me without a stitch of clothing through the streets to be sold on the block. It was exciting the way my naked body drew men’s gaze and fired up the crowd. To be admired by so many men in resplendent glory, to be a lowly **** and yet still hold so much power over so many, if only for an instant. It was the most exciting moment of my life.” Her eyes grew distant at the memory and you notice that she is very ardent, her little nipples standing erect and her legs quivering slightly as she crouches above you. “I put myself on the auction, my servant bidding for my freedom. The risk of enslavement was intoxicating. I… think I wanted to be enslaved. And you outbid my man. I became yours.”

“You never mentioned this story before,” you say. “Are you happy as my ****?” you ask.

“Yes master,” she starts her eyes are demurely downcast as she raises above your proud manhood, her warm moist lips tantilsingly encircling the head of your shaft. “I wish you knew how happy I am. Would you like me to show you pleasures scarcely dreamed of? Do you willingly submit to me so that I may share with you the pleasures of true bondage?” There is a fervent glimmer in her eyes.