This choice: "Over here..." a soft voice answered, as Ralph sighed to hear another soul. • Go Back...Chapter #10"Over here..." a soft voice answered. by: Mr. George   Ralph stared into the darkness, at least the voice sounded feminine. He knew he could command her with his sheer physical presence. Even if he was unsure where that was at the moment. He knew how to manipulate women to do what he wanted, and those skills were internal.
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He felt the darkness rush towards him. The featureless nothing racing forward, Ralph woke to look up to some very attractive women. They were oddly dressed, if it could be called that. They were in a variety of latex and leather, but tight, clingy and sexy.... it was undeniably lingerie. This was absolutely an audience he could command, and mold to his will.
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Banishing the memories of that void, and the overwhelming loneliness he'd felt, he didn't want any trace of that fear to show on his features.
"Hello, ladies." He put on his best, purring voice full of growling masculinity. However, it came out as a that same timid voice he'd heard from the darkness. Snatching a hand to his throat, he accidentally scratch it instead. Snatching that hand back, he saw the low nails that decorated his fingers. Even now, they were hidden by long lacy gloves that almost reached to his elbows. He swallowed.
It was a woman's fingers, on a woman's hand, leading up a scrawny womanly arm to a weak shoulder. Ralph swallowed nervously as he took in the unmistakable sight of a bust... his bust... No! Her bust, she could feel it sloshing inside the kimono. Mortified it wasn't held in place by a bra. The girls shifted sensually beneath the material, every swaying brush seeming to ignite a passion in her nips, and deep inside, where Ralph didn't want to consider.
The women were crowding closer, an air of predatory pleasure lighting up their features. Ralph got to her feet, hoping to tower over them. Alas, she discovered she wasn't tall enough. Even now, she wobbled, as her heels shifted, atop what felt like skyscraper stiletto heels.
Ralph felt a draught all over her side. She took in the slashed side of her kimono, and felt more naked than the other women. It was clear, she was undeniably a woman. She tried to summon, a dominant air.
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But it was futile, as her broad hips jutted out, and her bust was mortifyingly full.
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Even steadying herself so you didn't look and feel so much like a new born fawn. She looked every inch the victim.
The lust in their eyes, as they took her in made her quiver at the thought of what these women wanted. Ralph was afraid to speak, to protest and hear the desperation in that warbling mewling voice.
Shifting herself backwards, she perched on a shelf.
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Ralph felt the kimono slither from too smooth thighs to slip between her legs, accentuating her femininity, her vulnerability.
"Ladies..." her voice terrified and pleading. She got no further, as the first one, took the final closing step, and silenced any further words with a passionate kiss. Ralph was frozen, and passive beneath this assault. Her head held rigid, she couldn't even shake her head.
She felt the other dommes close in, too. Their soft hands tracing and caressing their way over every inch of her body. Teasing her flank, and those too thin laces that kept that succulent flesh exposed. An other hand enjoying the swell of her hip. She jumped, as the hands descended to cup, cradle, and then maul and massage her breasts.
Another nuzzled and nibbled on her ears, the joy was a shocking revelation. Even the murmuring voice inviting her to surrender, and succumb was ecstacy, the warmth of their breath erotic beyond belief.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and she had to endure it, as her mind raced. Ralph's body surrendered, and complied leaving the tormented, teased and pleased mind a helpless prisoner. She was mewling and moaning, her need obvious, every inch of her flesh demanded, and craved the mortifying and delighting touch.
A hand strayed beneath her kimono, and Ralph whimpered, anticipation, excitement, and fear battled. But she widened her legs, craving those teasing.... ooh... probing fingers. They were a whole new world of revelation, as she tried to warble and wail her delight as she shriek and bucked. Even these were muffled and muted by that commanding kiss she couldn't break.
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