They were angled at her, all three slaves forming a three-pronged circle facing each other. Her arms were at her sides, with four straps securing her torso to the chair. Her legs were also strapped to stirrups and bent at the knees, pulled wide apart to leave her sex open and available. Two more straps, one around her neck and another across her forehead, kept her head reclined into a hollow headrest. Samihah looked at the girls, committing their new names to her memory and expunging their old ones. It will be easier this way, she thought, their new slave names providing a way to leave behind their old personas and not being reminded of them. They looked so sexy to her now, no longer the sweet young daughters from their old lives, but rather they were all luscious looking in their naked splendor. The fact that they had not been bathed after last night’s event left the aroma of sexuality in the room, which further spurred Samihah’s submissive soul.The girls remained asleep the entire time they were alone, allowing Samihah to reflect on their fate.
What do You think about Their Lives As Harem Slaves?
