(http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/pidgett/VI/24aug01.jpg)<br/><br/><em><strong>The potential is there...</strong></em><br/><br/>Katie came fast and so hard that she couldn't have stopped her body's response if her life depended on it. She screamed against the floor shrilly as she bucked her hips back against his hand. Every spasm contracted the hungry little opening of her pussy around his finger; her wetness gushed from her, down her thighs, as she finally gained the release she'd needed more than anything.<br/><br/>She didn't hear the words she spoke in a hoarse whimper as she climaxed. "Thank you... thank you, Master..."<br/><br/>Her breath was ragged and frantic as her spasms began to abate. Tears stained her cheeks and the cool floor. As the oceanic warm aftermath of the orgasm began to bathe her in sparkling comfort, she clearly saw the life this man could offer her in her mind.<br/><br/><em>She stands on a balcony overlooking a perfectly turquoise tropical ocean. The waves lick the white sands of the private beach below. She turns to model for him, her smile demure as she cocks a hip to better display the thigh-high lacings of the new sandals he'd brought her as a gift. A tiny collar, sprinkled with glittering gems, winks on her slender throat.<br/><br/>They sit side-by-side in a dark, wood-paneled dining room. Waiters in tuxedos silently serve the diners gathered there, nearly a dozen men in dark formal suits similar to his own. She turns to refill his wine glass as his hand slips across her bare thigh beneath the red satin of her gown. <br/><br/>She wears nothing but a strand of pearls that brushes the tender skin just below her navel as she bends obediently over the low slate coffee table.  She still trembles in fear, even after all this time, as he circles behind her with the little leather lash in one hand. She braces herself, the dampness already creeping between her thighs, even as she bites her lip in dread.</em><br/><br/>She could learn to live like this.