“Denka.. please ..” She told him the name that she preferred, Denka, my lady a term of endearment. She thought perhaps if he called her that it might show to others her worth to him and keep her safe. Pulling the mask over her face and tying it on as she stepped from the room behind Takeda. She was still sore from the night before her body aching from all the time they had spent together and now the binding ropes and spheres caused her near pain when she walked. But she hid it behind her mask as she moved with small steps behind him, her feet still bare since she had no shoes when she was taken.<br/><br/>Moving to the horse she climbed onto it’s back and he could hear a sharp breath sucked in from the feeling of pressure pushing deeper inside. Her hands held to the reigns as they began their journey to Takeda’s home. Riding for hours her horse was smaller then his and so she had trouble keeping up with him and so rode behind. Every so often her hands would tighten til her knuckles went white and she could feel the rush of fluid spill from between her thighs. It was like a tide, waves of pleasure washing over her until they pulled back to the ocean and allowed her a moment of breath and then it would build again. Over and over this happened for hours on end but it never brought her satisfaction the way Takeda had.<br/><br/>Thankfully when they arrived at the castle it was night fall and the moon was only a sliver so they couldn’t see how wet her kimono was as one of the soliders helped her down from the horse. As he did his hand slide up her waist his thumb brushing the side of her breast. She pulled back swiftly as her eyes turned to Takeda and back to the man.  Stepping quickly away her bare feet moved quickly towards the house. As she passed by Takeda he could smell her cum thick and heavy like a perfume. She could feel it dripping down her thighs. Her body ached for the release that only he could give her but in her stubbornness she was trying to hide it from him.<br/><br/>Standing in the door way she looked for someone to tell her where her room was. Emiko was desperate for privacy where she might take off these ropes and those spheres and have some peace. It was near maddening the state of lust that he had built up inside her.