(http://image.hotdog.hu/user/goagirl1/magazin/amazon-sorceress.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Artemis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Artemis's house, heading toward the bath<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Claude/Open<br/><br/>Artemis cried out and screamed as he began pound her from behind, "That's a good boy!" she cried out. "Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned. He was a good little fuck-toy indeed. He knew she was hooked. He could fuck an amazon like she wanted to be fucked. He could fuck like a man. She cooed and felt her eyes rolled in her skull. Oh he was good.<br/><br/>"Come on, come on, come on!" she urged her little doggie along. She felt every ecstatic hammer blow to her core and felt herself build to a third tremendous orgasmic release. Gently she reached for the release cord. Taking it in her hand she payed attention to his needy desperate body. A real man didn't need anything but his cock when it came down to it. She thought it was sweet that he asked to cum... perhaps he liked the slave lifestyle more than he let on. Artemis noticed a lot more compliance out of him than when she'd taken him home for his bath.<br/><br/>She didn't tell him he could, but she did pull the cord and the tension in his loins released instantly allowing his poor pent up seed to flood out and fill her snatch. She never admitted it to a slave, but she loved it when men came in her like this filling her overflowing from her. She liked feeling it run down her thighs and when a sated man released on her body. Artemis came with his final release of all his frustrations. She took it as a mark of pride that she could make a man putty in her hands. "That's my little toy..." she cooed in the afterglow, "Who's a happy little slave. She said moving away from his and standing. "A messy boy..." she said feeling his need run down her body. Despite the intense session with her toy, little time had passed, "Now I have to get ready to go out to the festival all over again..." she huffed playfully.<br/><br/>She undid his leash. Men were really so easy, "Come," she pointed to her heel, "You're gong to bathe me, oil me, brush my hair, and I will dress and we'll head back to the party." She smacked his tight none too gently and strutted to the bath. Artemis strutted even when no one is around. At the bath she took up a jar of pink salts and a bowl of dried flower petals and tossed generous amounts of each into the bath. They would drain out eventually but for now they would make her and her slave smell very pleasing.<br/><br/>"Come slave, and bring the oil from the table there," she pointed, "hurry or I'll punish you." she called out winking at Claude. She stepped down into the bath and sat on the bench, she sighed and rinsed her hair.