Your blush deepens.

“Can you free my arms?” You ask hopefully.

The Indian girl shakes her head. “That’s against the rules...” she quiets as a male Domme approaches you both and produces a ball gag. The Indian girl lets out a little eep of concern as he pushes it into her mouth to quiet her

“Quiet Saya... now then...” he turns to face you. He eyes your slimly pinioned shoulders and out thrust breasts. “What do we have here?” He asks as he casually fingers Saya’s sex, grabbing her clit stud and tugging it gently, watching your response intently. Saya gasps and closes her eyes in sensual bliss. “A new toy to possess?” He tilts his head and slips a finger . into Saya then eyes your bald sex. “A pretty little thing...” he withdraws his moist fingers from Saya’s snatch and raises them to your chin. He pushes one into your mouth and you taste her sex as he inspects your teeth. It’s like he’s looking a gift horse in the mouth. Weighing up your fitness and worth as though you were livestock to be owned and bred. As he gently examines your teeth his other hand roams over your body, inspecting it, confidently taking it’s measure in a way that belittles you. reduces you to a mere object. One would not be so casual with anyone but a ****. Your nipples harden more at the reminder of your lowly status. Your pussy moistens. You shiver as his hand caresses you, getting a breast to assess its weight, cupping a buttock to determine its quality, pinching a nipple to gauge your sexual acuity, tracing the trim curve of your belly, taking stock of your supple limbs. With your arms bound you can’t stop him and this heightens your sense of vulnerability and helplessness. You bite you lip with coy nervousness. He would make a good master you intuit. Firm. Strong. Direct. Self sure.

He leans in, hand on your mons promising to delve lower, mouth close to your ear as he whispers down to you, his suited form in contrast to your naked one. Tall. Strong. In control. Masculine. You smell his cologne. Can feel his rougher cheek against your softer one as he breaths certain promises to you. “You’re going to be mine. You’ll make an excellent ****... I have a sense for these things. You don’t know it yet but you’re going to become addicted to thraldom. You will flourish - naked and restrained on your knees in my dominating shadow. A natural submissive. You’ll learn your place and love it.” He looked down at your rock hard nipples, your breaths aroused, his hand a barometer of the heat and moistness betwixt your squirming thighs. “I’m going to fuck you into the ground, on your hands and knees. ****,” he says with a masters assurance.

Your pussy quivers and you nod mutely, not trusting yourself to speak.