How does one define a slave ...

By Her Beauty?

She was lovely. A body built of sinful curves and taut planes. Tawny flesh accenuated by the ebony silk of her mane, tousled in spiralling curls to lick against the flare of her hips. Eyes of the purest green; vibrant was her depthless gaze. A generously curved mouth that begged to be crushed beneath raping kisses.

By Her Desires?

She longed to be touched, to lose herself in pure emotion. To feel strong hands plundering within the rich silk of her hair. Calloused caresses upon the satin of her skin. The weight of a man above her, the scent of leather as it bound her wrists. The subtle tug of chains and glide of fingertips upon the tender flesh of her inner thighs, the ripe curve of her breasts.

By Her Need?

Beyond the rapturous moans and sensuous writhing, there was a rapacious mind that begged to submit to the intimate knowledge of the total possession of her body and mind, heart and soul.