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Shawndelle's hands continued exploring Nicole's body.  She bit her lip, striving to keep silent as ordered, but she couldn't help the rasp that crept into her breathing.  Shawndelle leaned close, sniffing Nicole's neck. 

Nicole felt a cool hand on the skin of her breast and the colder metal of the leash on her chest.  Where did her blouse go?  She opened her eyes, but she could focus only through an act of will, and there on the floor nearby she saw the tattered remnants of her blouse in shreds on the floor.  She had no memory of her clothing being removed, but she didn't care.  She was lost to the caresses & kisses of this exotic woman. 

"I must see all of you, my love", said Shawndelle, with a low voice that seemed to rumble in Nicole's chest.  With a gentle touch, Shawndelle temporarily freed her from the post and had her lie down on two low benches, with her hands restrained beneath her, and her legs chained securely with chains.  Her dress was roughly removed, and soon Nicole was totally nude.

Shawndelle placed her foot on Nicole's chest and pulled on the leash.  "You are mine, now."  For a moment, Nicole suffered a tinge of fear as she realized how helpless she is.  But her will was gone, she awaited the pleasure of her mistress.

For a moment, Nicole was left untouched, and she became concerned that she had been left here, lost & alone.  But when she opened her eyes, she saw Shawndelle removing her shirt.  Catching her eye, Shawndelle grinned, "We mustn't get my clothes dirty, my dear."  Shawndelle's skin was pure white, as if she never saw the sun.    

Shawndelle moved closer.  Her skin was cool against the burning furnace of Nicole's own body.

Nicole's eyes closed as she felt her body being explored cool lips.

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