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~ Saint Agnes ~
Hagiography or autobiography ?
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They unloaded Helene in a Turkish bath. Moreover a nice place. The scenario has been prepared before, but I know only what Helene has told me later: the unpacking from the crate; the two blonde pseudo-slaves (they are crazy about these games) taking Helene; the two guards playing the tall "negros";
the diabolical omnipresence of the plug and of the the dildo; , diabolique du plug et du godemiché; the blend of arousal and fear ( Yes I had an orgasm inside the crate. You knew that. Did you ? You play with me, with my pleasures, with my fantasies, like a she-wolf play with her prey); |
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the pain when they removed the plug;
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the relief of the bath; the caresses of the girls;
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the heady perfum they doused her;
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the slave cuffs and collar, light and thin, precious, they locked on her ankles, her wrists and her neck with a definitive and sharp click; finally, the making-up. On the body first with henna, under the concupiscente looks of the guards having hard-on as donkeys (sic) ; |
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then the eyes,
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then the lips
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and finally the henna cream on the hair.
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Helene remembers that it took a long time. All the more so as the guards used and abused the two slaves. Then the dressing came with a lot of rings, collars and bangles; |
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the transparent silk dress and the veils.
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| When at last, Helene was arrayed like a Thousand and One Nights Princess, they locked her slave cuffs, joining her arms in her back. | ||
- IIt's time to present you to your Master. And, kept on the leash, in the jingle of her jewels and the clicks of her mules on the tiled floor, Helene was taken to the "cheikh Omar Al Bechir's " tent.
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