happiness in slavery

"Not a slave," I mumbled. "He knew you'd struggle." Aerilyn said, "It's why he's keeping you. Why would he expend so much effort on the stupid, the weak willed? It's the strong ones that serve him well, and there's no chance of them breaking away. You're hacked. He owns you. For instance..." And suddenly, I could think of nothing but sex. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the fold of Aerilyn's robe, where the tops of her breasts were barely visible. That is, until she crossed her legs, revealing a stretch of inner thigh. Without even thinking about it, I slid from my place at the table and crawled toward her. "Stop," she said, just as my hand reached up to touch her, and I was frozen, thirsting. "Do you know how bad you want me? I do, and I can make you want me more." I moaned and squeezed my thighs together. Impossibly, I did want her more. "Would you do anything to have me right now?" "...yes," I mumbled. "Would you bring your girlfriend back here for us?" I hesitated. The need increased. She unclasped her robe and began to let the silk fall away from her breasts. Finally, I nodded yes in resignation. As her hand touched my cheek, my body convulsed in a transcendent orgasm, writhing on the floor.