Inara Dialectical Journal

A soft smile came to Inara's full sensual lips as images worked through her sleeping mind. Images that could bring life to the body of any man, images that left her wanting for such satisfaction. Each moment that played within her mind made her want for more. Her body slowly moved beneath the thin blankets that covered her, it's cool touch bringing goosebumps to her heated skin. Inara would have remained her deep slumber, lost to a dream she could only have when asleep, if it weren't for the sudden crash of ceramic outside her door. Inara gasped and sat up quickly, one hand slipping below her pillow to the blade that lay beneath it. Her fingers curling around the handle as the door began to open. "Mistress..." a meek female voice sounded …show more content…
The edge of the gown rose until she had to rock her hips so she could lift it past her supple back side. "Sit up," she ordered, the slave girl instantly looking up to her Mistress. Her eyes roaming over her mistress as Inara lifted the gown up and over her head, only to drop it before the slave girl, "Come here," Inara commanded, one hand supporting her body as she leaned back, the other hand slipping between her thighs and stroking along the fold of her sex. The hint of excitement still remained from her dream, "Pleasure me, and don't stop till I say." Inara smiled as the nervous girl scooted forward and licked her lips in hesitation. "If you make me wait I will only be more frustrated when thinking of your punishment." she warned the woman and spread her legs further …show more content…
"Yes....that’s it," she encouraged after a short while, her body already heated from the dream drew close to her release quicker than she would have wished. "Don't stop," Inara demanded as she griped the girl’s hair and began to ride those eager fingers and skilled tongue. "yes...ah...yes...." finally Inara moaned her thighs clenching as her hips quivered, the evidence of her bliss washing over her slave's lips. Smiling she breathlessly spoke, "Good pet, very good.' Inara released the girl's hair lifted her head enough to look into the girl’s eyes, "You did well, and for that I will be fair. Your rations will be cut by half until the cost of the pot is repaid." Inara smiled and gently pet the girl’s cheek. "Thank you Mistress.' the slave answered knowing her punishment could have been far worse. "No go, finish drawing my bath. You will have to clean up the mess you've made before I go to the