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CHAPTER THREE
As the young lady appraoched me, I saw that she was no older than myself. But despite her relative youth - she already had an unmistakable aura of a powerful yet elegant lady. I couldn't help but notice that she was dressed more casually then the other women in the room, wearing only jeans and a pink silk tee shirt. However, she was a rare breed that regardless of how she might dress, her incredible beauty grace and superiority, would always shine.
As she approached me, I quickly looked down to the floor. For the first time in my life, looking away from a face seemed natural. There was something about her demeanor that made you aware she was special and deserving of your respect. Her very presence exuded total command and awe!
It dawned on me that she had witnessed my spanking as well as my childish response. And she was clearly amused by it all.
She stopped in front of me, and placing her finger under my chin, she gently lifted my head.
As she raised my face up, my teary eyes became locked with hers. I saw she was even lovelier, if possible, and then my first impression had been. As her green eyes sparkled into mine, I felt an overwhelming need to look away from her beautiful face. With an understanding smile, she traced her finger from my chin to my eyes, and slowly wiped a tear away. Circling around me, she delicately placed her cool hands on my still flaming behind.
I really wanted to hate her, the way I passionately hated all the other Mistresses in the room. But her soothing touch and comforting manner over shadowed all thoughts of hate. The comfort she gave was so fulfilling, that right at that moment I could easily see myself placing my head on her lap - and sob away my fear and sorrows.
But it wasn't to be. Instead she softly traced her finger across my flaming bottom and touched under o the edge of my pussy, and than she walked away without saying a single word.
All my feelings of comfort quickly dissipated. I somehow felt betrayed and abanden by her departure. I found myself wishing she would come back, even if it meant being physically inspected by her in the most private manner.
I knew that this young Mistress had left me in a state of confusion. For you see, I had always hated all the women of Genesis. Especially the ladies who sat on the high council. My hatred for them intensified with each passing day of the war.
My country was now in ruins, and my hatred had reached a crescendo!
I might be their captive, but to think that I, daughter of chief senator, was about to become their slave!
NEVER!!!
The stories of Genesis's cruelty were legendary throughout the world. I remembered the whispers we all heard of executions taking place, for even the most minor disobedience or disrespect.
But the aura I received from this young woman was anything but evil. Could it really be possible she was one of them?
My reverie was suddenly interrupted by a loud voice over the loudspeakers,
"Mistresses, can you please take your chairs? The Auction will now commence."