I was looking forward to the specialday because I was hoping my master might have something special planned tocelebrate my first Christmas of slavery ...to him. Only last Christmas I was ayoung innocent 15 year old girl, enjoying normal life as a teenager. Now I hadrecently passed my 16th birthday and I was a permanent slave girl toa dominant master. I reckon I?m very attractive with a well-developed body formy young age and lovely blue eyes to go with my long blonde hair. My face looksinnocent. . isn't he?? I can feel his breath at the top of my womanhood and he him say "spread your legs, let me in to feast on that virgin pussy." I can feel him pushing my legs open and I put up no resistance. My tears have stopped. My body shakes, but not from fear. The first time I felt his tongue lap my womanhood I jumped. "Do you like that Nicole." I didn't say anthing. "Nicole, tell me you like my tongue on your pussy." I didn't say anything. Sam smacked me on the leg. "SAY IT" he demands.. You're trapped. It's only a matter of time." "Yes—but it did leave me a few moments of coherent thought." "Yes, and what good will that do you?" "It gave me time to tell you something you need to know." "Oh really?" "I'm not the first sorceress of the black tower. I took the job away from the previous tenant much the same way you are now... though perhaps with less subtlety." He frowned. "You're lying." "I wish I were. In the morning, I will be leaving this tower, but you will. At one point, she laid her head on my shoulder which hasn’t happened for awhile. My Aphasia disappeared for awhile so I was able to talk with people. I was known for witty one liners and last night I was in full swing and kept my table laughing. It was nice. I started to get the shakes so I got to do the rocking thing. I swear I’m going to get a job as one of those toy drinking birds.We’ve decided I’m going to start carrying a sensory kit. Ear plugs and things like that because too many.