Mind bondage-4

Then she was gone.

The kiss, if anything, had only sharpened my hunger. I licked my lips, but I could only taste the strawberry goo. I lay there, unable to move, and became reacquainted with my body. I began to understand. My body couldn’t be ignored. My body was a slut.

When I thought that word I felt a spike of pleasure that momentarily relieved the ache in my cunt. Yes, that was the way. I had to … submit to my body. Another spike of pleasure.

“I can see that you have begun to understand, Adele,” Hector’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Tell me your thoughts.”

“My body is a slut,” I replied, speaking slowly. I paused at the jag of pleasure those words brought me before continuing. “I have to submit to my slut-body.” Another shudder of pleasure rocked me.

“Very good, Adele,” Hector told me, and I felt yet more pleasure at his praise. He removed the strap across my hips. “So, Adele, aren’t you your body? When I touch your body, am I not touching you?”

He laid a hand on my arm. His hand was hot, and his touch electric. He was right. Touching my body, he was touching me.