Catch her .. if You Can

Any Tuchuk who is good at wagering is also good at tells. Those things humans do that give away their thoughts .. feelings ... even when they think they are being very good at covering them up. Bluffing.

Every human has them .. these tells. As a Black Mask I have learned extensive knowledge of tells .. even learned how to have as few of them as possible. Which takes years of training.

There are many ways and many reasons why people try to hide things from each other. From great political secrets to a woman faking an orgasm for the man she loves that never really .. quite ... gets it. And so many reasons in between. But for each of these .. there are tells. Things that give them away .. at least to someone who knows better.

I can be adept at tells .. if I am paying attention. If you can pull me out of my introspection .. my dreams ... long enough to focus.

But none of these talents are necessary with my slave Catch. She is an open book .. every sensory impute is reacted to in simplistic and unfettered ways. Touch .. whether it be a breeze .. warm breath ... or water ... has a profound impact upon her flesh. Like a delicate petal .. even the slightest amount of pressure darkens the velvet.

There was very little skill needed in the winding up of the slave Catch. In piquing her body's responses that were not even learned yet .. simply reactive. The rhythm of pulse .. the flushing of heightened awareness ... the deepened breaths with ragged trails. The soft whispered pleadings formed around words she did not even know she possessed.

The half finished sentence .. left to hang with an explosion of creative imagination that served only to craft more endings than I could ever possibly have suggested. She wore them like writing all over her body .. easy to read ... easy to understand. It spoke to every male part of me .. and I knew it would for more than I.

So I gave her the directive to run from the stream .. run to my wagon. She wore no collar .. she wore no mark on her to make her mine ... she was up for the taking. If they could catch her.

I laughed as she sprinted through the grass .. I enjoyed the excitement and fear that gave the ripe readiness of her a taste of spice. She would have to work for her goal .. she would have to evade .. dodge ... and convince when evading and dodging was not enough.

I wondered .. if she would make it. In fact ... I wagered with myself on it.