"Oh I have met your type before Kindra. Your world is nicely organised, a place for everything including your emotions. You hold everything tightly bottled up inside you and run from anybody or anything that might threaten that thin veneer of yours. While others around you see you as cool and professional, inside you are fighting to keep down those feelings which are always there bubbling just below the surface" He was now looking keenly at her his black eyes drilling deeply into hers
"And one thing I have discovered is that when women like you do finally let go, let those passions free, it is a thing of beauty to behold"
Kindra could feel herself blush, her eyes staring back into his unable to break free from their hold
"So there is one more question I have for you Kindra" he said softly
"You see yourself as a slave, how would you like to be treated. As a slave or a sub"
With that Kindra had felt the tears once more rise in her eyes
"This is not my world D...." she had begun sadly, seeing one eyebrow raised in warning as she had quickly corrected herself " Master........ please just let me go" her eyes pleading with his
"No Kindra, this IS now your world, and I am giving you a choice so choose"
Bowing her head she had whispered softly "sub" feeling the tears trickling down her cheek
"Then we understand each other" he had replied, his voice sure, as he had stood, looking down on the woman at his feet who was unable to look back at him
Kindra Ixar is a normal hard working resident of virtual world. She leads an ordered, controlled life until the day she is captured by Avatar Slavers and autioned to the highest bidder. Dark Kestrel is not exactly what she had expected in a Gor Master, true he demands absolute obedience, but there is so much more to this man, and so much that he is hiding, and soon Kindra is not so sure that she wants rescued after all.
"And one thing I have discovered is that when women like you do finally let go, let those passions free, it is a thing of beauty to behold"
Kindra could feel herself blush, her eyes staring back into his unable to break free from their hold
"So there is one more question I have for you Kindra" he said softly
"You see yourself as a slave, how would you like to be treated. As a slave or a sub"
With that Kindra had felt the tears once more rise in her eyes
"This is not my world D...." she had begun sadly, seeing one eyebrow raised in warning as she had quickly corrected herself " Master........ please just let me go" her eyes pleading with his
"No Kindra, this IS now your world, and I am giving you a choice so choose"
Bowing her head she had whispered softly "sub" feeling the tears trickling down her cheek
"Then we understand each other" he had replied, his voice sure, as he had stood, looking down on the woman at his feet who was unable to look back at him
Kindra Ixar is a normal hard working resident of virtual world. She leads an ordered, controlled life until the day she is captured by Avatar Slavers and autioned to the highest bidder. Dark Kestrel is not exactly what she had expected in a Gor Master, true he demands absolute obedience, but there is so much more to this man, and so much that he is hiding, and soon Kindra is not so sure that she wants rescued after all.
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