Once again, his loyal slave brought James his dice. Sure, they were in reach, but he would've hated to disappoint her by not ordering her to do it. He tossed them on the table, and slithered forward a bit so he could see how well he had rolled. The naga figurine kept its tail much more tightly coiled than he did - it was the only way twenty feet of snake could fit in just one square. Lucky, that, James realized, or I might get more than one card per turn. He started to reach forward toward the glowing card, but thought better of it. "Slave," he said simply. "Read me my card."
When up meets down and to meets fro,
the best intentions get perverted.
So it is with dominance
that quickly gets inverted.
Nicole tossed the dice to Joanne. "Good luck with your roll, beautiful. I hope you wind up with something fun for your tongue to do! In the meantime...," she looked over at the naga beside her, his tail bundled up in a series of coils as James bowed to her, a token of both respect and service. "I'm going to play with my snake."
She'd never realized how much she loved the types of experiences this game had caused - dominance games, strange positions and desires, orgiastic pleasures. Oh, and the transformations! Then, for just a moment, her eyes met James's. No ... those weren't the things she loved at all. She loved James. This game ... this game was warping what she felt and wanted, each transformation altering a bit of her soul as well. She. Loved. James.
Nicole's gaze moved on. "Snake, come here. I wish to see what you can do with that tail of yours."