She is the slave from High King Auz‘s personal collection of girls… who Izabelle chose to be her personal maid –and more.
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Table of Contents:
- Spec’s
- Bio/History
- Melissa & Auz
- Her (Images Begin)
- How She Loves Being Used by Auz and Ambi
- How She Prefers Cum be Poured into Her
- 2023 July Update: Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates
- 2023 July Update 2: Possible Sighting
- How She Enjoys Massages in Inisfree
- 2024 August/+
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Spec’s:
- 5’3″
- 113 lbs.
- brunette, hair naturally straight, kept long and down her back to her butt
- brown eyes
- naturally bronze-tan complexion
- Italian-Elven physique; perfectly skinny/slender/supermodel-feminine
- perky B-cup tits
- mild-mannered
- bisexual
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Bio:
Melissa is one of the many millions of girls extracted/liberated from human-corrupted areas of the Outlands of Earth, ensuring she got the education her genetics/physique/sexiness deserved and destined her for. This means her personality and nature/essence, not just her “looks”, passed the uncompromising ICV-based pre-screening; she has always longed to be what King Auz and his people always longed for girls as sexy as her to be.
The rest of her story will be posted here later.
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Melissa & Auz:
She hadn’t met Auz until he took Izzy to take a look at her and the other girls being kenneled in Inisfree that day in July of 2021. Seeing him only long enough for Izzy to choose her, she was then taken away by one of his ICVs for out-processing from the Girl Kennels facility. After that, Izzy was soon sexting Auz arousing pictures of the two of them playing together, after which she and Melissa showed off what they could do for him in person, followed, as always, by High Queen Ambrosia demanding the new girl be brought straight to her for all the usual extreme sexual training, ensuring Melissa would always eagerly do whatever any of them told her to.
As of 2022, every time Auz sees Melissa at his cabin and has a moment, he fucks her and she loves it. Izzy loves hearing about this, too. When she can, she watches, sometimes even being invited to join back in.
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Sat.2 Jul. 2022 (15 Auzdein; day and month of our Inisfreean calendar):
This morning at 10, she stood naked with me in the shower of our cabin, helping me clean, as is our custom; the sexiest girls in Creation always help me bathe and shower.
I turned and took hold of her cheeks, kissing her like I always do.
Then I noticed tears had started streaming down her cheeks.
She closed her eyes and turned her head down and to the side a bit, blushing and nervous.
I asked her what was wrong.
Her lower lip quivered.
I calmly rumbled that it was not a request.
She understood what I meant; my question was a command she was required to answer truthfully.
Turning her face back to mine, she softly wept, “I am in love with you.”
I listened.
The shower water continued to warmly hit us below our necks, my back getting most of it.
She was now able to reopen her eyes, and they gazed up into mine, pleading. “And you could sell me any time,” her sweet sexy voice cracked at the end.
“A Master never sells a heart-slave,” I looked her square in her beautiful eyes. (“Heart-slave” is a Gorean term meaning “a slave-girl who is in love with her Master”.)
Hers searched every feature of my face for their sincerity, and she found it everywhere.
I embraced her, holding the back of her head now, and she held on tightly to me, moaning her worry and sorrow and relief and thanks.
“I will keep you… forever,” I reassured her.
She wept louder, clinger even harder than before.
I knew it took a lot of guts for her to admit love for me, my top wife always being so fiercely protective of her man and king, and so uncompromisingly demanding of everyone who worked for us.
Our hug began to relax. We remembered the warm shower water was still on us. We began kissing again. We made love.
Melissa looked at me the way only a heart slave can, always seeking to please me, and for signs of my approval and lust for more of her.
After we made each other cum, we turned off the shower, made out some more in there, then stepped out to dry each other off. She got down on her knees and blew me again, then a second time in my bedroom.
I looked at my bed, then at her.
She tensed, trembling; she knew it might cost her a night of suspension or torture to break the high queen’s rule; “not on our bed”; not without Ambi’s invitation.
I took her over to a chair instead, and she was much more comfortable mounting me there. We made love again, and made each other cum again, then held each other a while and just breathed. Her pussy was adoringly spasming around my throbbing emptied cock, thanking it for refilling her the way she always needed from me.
“La kajira,” she softly told me, looking at my lips, and then back into my eyes. (That is an extremely heartfelt Gorean expression for “I am your slave-girl; I fully belong to you and only you in every way forever. I give myself to you completely. I will do whatever you tell me to.”)
“Yes,” I regarded her, my hands cupping her ass cheeks and then moving up her naturally dark-tanned elven Moldovan figure to feel her perfect b-cup tits, “you are my slave girl.”
Her blushing was noticeable again, and she remained straddling me, leaning forward to lash and roll her tongue with mine.
We made love even more.
I’ve never seen her with such a confident chin and spring in her step before. She was strutting happily around our house all day.
Ariel smiled and blushed at it, really happy the new girl now felt like she did; owned and loved, part of our family. Their hearts were swelled for me, just the right way. They always would be, I knew.
Amen.
(What was a slave of Izabelle doing with someone other than her owner/Mistress? Izabelle is an associate of Ambi, thus, more or less, Ambi’s property/servant, not just an ally. Ambi has often ‘given’ Izabelle to me, helping Izabelle and I to get Izabelle ‘out of her (fetish/kink/sexuality) shell’. Izabelle, having finally experienced her greatest fantasy, thanks to that/us/me, does whatever I want without question. One of the things she knows I want… is her own slave, Melissa, from time to time. Thus, Melissa serves me fully whenever I desire –and Izabelle is sexually aroused and satisfied by this, though not quite as much as when I repeat treating Izabelle to her greatest fantasy.)
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Her:
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How She Loves Being Used by Auz and Ambi:
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How She Prefers Cum be Poured into Her:
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2023 July Update: Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates:
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2023 July Update 2: Possible Sighting
Was that her who walked close by my right side when I was in the backyard of that Yellowstone Club mountaintop cabin-mansion during my 2014 landscaping work there? Had she hurried by when I noticed her… because she was under strict orders from merciless Ambi never to interact with me until my vision came through / life’s work (design phase) was done? Whoever that girl was, she certainly fit the Melissa vision-profile perfectly… and “there are no coincidences”.
August: Or… was it her with the perfect mild-tan glow-skin and model-face/-eyes who maintained soft/gentle eye-contact within a few feet of me at the food-vendor tent at that concert here the other week –and back in 2019 in the very same spot and way?
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How She Enjoys Massages in Inisfree:
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2024 August/+:
minus the earrings, and with a sexier bellybutton
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reading while waiting for me and my top wife to enjoy her again, always dressing the way we love her to
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September 16 Monday through September 21 Saturday is our first week-long fuck-date together, and she was “over the Moon” with readiness and anticipation, almost trembling with desire and relief as we finally began it.
- “How are you and your owner, Izzy, doing?”
- “If you miss the Girl Kennels, let me know; I am always happy to transport and board you there when your owner isn’t using you.”
This week has deepened our already-great love tremendously, and ‘locked us in’ for more of these multi-day sex-marathons. We, of course, make lots of love, too, and really connected, gazing into each other’s eyes in the afterglow as we chatted about whatever was on our minds, both of us completely ‘hanging on’ the other’s every word, actually wanting to get to know them as completely as possible.
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