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Good girl

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Look at her up on stage. Acting like a puppet on a string. Oblivious to all those people laughing at her in the crowd

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travelingmaster-inspirations

All I wanted was to flirt with the cute guy at the bar, get some free drinks and maybe feel him get all excited over me on the dance floor...

But then his smooth voice easily captured my attention and before I knew it, one drink turned into 2 and then 3. We talked and talked, moving our little encounter to a quieter part of the bar instead of the hot and sweaty dance floor. The more we conversed the less I seemed to actually speak as I settled into a really comfortable groove of smiling and listening to his amazing voice.

The evening seemed to flight by... As if I was nodding off and re-awakening a few moment later, but that was absurd because we were in the middle of a bar and there was no way he was boring me enough for me to fall asleep. In fact, he had quite the contrary effect on me as the more I listened and settled into my seat, the less I noticed the things happening around until all I could focus on was his mesmerizing eyes and his silky smooth voice.

I was so captivated by him that I didn't even notice when we left the bar and moved to his home...

All I felt was this growing sense of awe and arousal than culminated when I found myself kissing him feverishly in his living room as he removed my clothes with an urgency I knew all too well.

Our fuck was hands down the most passionate copulation of my life. It had me moaning at the top of my lungs as he edged my pleasure ever farther away with every change of position. The hot arousal I initially wanted to feel from him on the dance floor was given to me ten times over and it quickly melted away any reservations or preconceptions I had towards my sexually. He pushed all the right buttons and quickly turned me into soaked mess of pliant arousal, willing to do anything and everything to keep diving down the rabbit hole of my pleasure...

He wanted to control how we fucked? Done.

He wanted to control the moment I finally came? All for it.

He wanted me to submit to his erotic dominance? Hell yes.

He wanted to claim me body and soul? He paid for them with pleasure ten times over so why not?

I don't even remember him placing a collar and leash around my neck, but by the time I was glowing with my need to climax, he was fucking me from behind, pulling back on my leash to better penetrate me and all I could do was moan before he jabbed hard, finally allowing me to cum on his jerking shaft.

The pleasure that exploded inside me was everything I hoped it would be and more. It was passionate... Red hot in intensity... Overwhelming to a point where it almost felt painful... It seemed to sear all my nerve endings as it travelled up my body, finally erupting with spectacular fireworks within my brain that I could actually see behind my closed eyelids...

The last thought I had before my unbelievable climax caried me over into oblivion, was that I would be willing to sell my soul to be able to experience such bliss again...

And it seems I did just that because once I awoke, cradled in his arms on the bed, I couldn't help but feel changed. The leash I wore felt more real than a sexual prop that was used to enhance our romp, it was my new reality.

A hot shiver of pleasure washed over me at the thought... Almost making me cum in the process...

All I wanted was to flirt with the cute guy at the bar, get some free drinks and maybe feel him get all excited over me on the dance floor...

What I got instead was new permanant state of submissive awe and arousal for the man that tamed and collared me.

I have no earthly clue how he managed it, but I honestly don't care as long as I can keep listening to his silky voice...

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The ressort was a bit corny with it's 'ancien ruin theme' lobby and rooms, but the facilities were top notch and the service was impeccable. Not to mention the the live shows they put on every night.

One of particular interest to the girls was the magic show a local 'shaman' put on. Just like the ressort, he was a bit corny at first with his disguise and overly dramatic incantations to the local gods, but as he began to do trick after trick, his talent showed through and fully captivated his audience. None more so than the girls sitting at the table nearest to the stage.

He used a number of 'ancient' props for his tricks and one of which was his special amulet that, according to him, gave him the shamanic powers that allowed him to put on a show. The girls couldn't care less about his whole backstory, but what they seemed to care about more and more as the show went on was the dim glow that emanated from his amulet.

It captivated them so much that once the show was over, they couldn't help but seek out the performer to ask him about it.

He was more than happy to answer their questions and graciously accepted to pull it out so the girls could get a better view of it. The gem at its center sparkled with its own light and the girls simply couldn't take their eyes off it...

The performer talked to them as they gazed in awe, but the girls didn't seem to focus all that much on his words. They listened until he removed the amulet from their gaze and wished them a wonderful evening. The girls blinked as they watched him leave, feeling strangely refreshed and energized.

Later that night, at the stroke of midnight, both of them were struck with a sudden desire to go for a walk. They walked without really noticing where they were going, but confident that their steps would take them exactly where they needed to be. They ended up taking a hidden path leading into the jungle and followed it until they reached a set of ancien ruins.

Having reached their destination, both girls seemed to awaken and take stock of their surroundings. They had no clue where they were or how they got there, which bothered them until they caught sight of a man emerging from the ruins.

He was naked save for the same 'shaman' hat he wore at the show, but that's not what the girls noticed. All they saw was the staff he carried because at its top, it had the same jewel as the amulet he wore.

Only... It was much bigger...

And a lot brighter...

Their eyes locked onto it as the performer casually walked up to them. The inner light pulled at their awareness, seemingly sucking up their thoughts into itself as it entranced them with it's shamanic powers.

The next morning, the girls emerged from the forest with no memory of what had happened to them, but still, they couldn't help but smile as they made their way to their rooms. They spent the day enjoying themselves at the ressort, but when evening came, they both couldn't resist stepping out into the cool night air to go for another jungle trek...