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A Lady's Behest
A Tale of Zhor
By Overlord
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Sefyll at Mercher's behest Played master while she was slave-dressed. Sef coaxed her to kneel While wearing slave steel, As shivers ran through her from zest. But Merch feared to take the great leap, To become a real thrall one might keep. She thought she'd feel shame If 'twere more than a game, But submissive dreams filled all her sleep. One night she did willingly taste Red wine she knew passion drops laced. The drink so unnerved her She called an observer And surrendered to Sef, self-effaced. |
| Once sober Merch called it mere jest, But Sef only tweaked her full breast. The slave rite once spoke One cannot not revoke; Her freedom had finally gone west. Sef gave the cute Ruk-girl his mark; She yelled as though bit by a shark. Merch now understood He could do as he would, And the change in their roles would be stark. Bright lip rouge and eye paint Merch wears; Her long legs and cleavage she bares. Her kinsmen were miffed; They cast Merch adrift And Sif's cot to this day she shares. |
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