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Here I was, a sexually attractive female who had naively allowed herself to be striped of everything and was finding many reasons to feel ashamed of the loathsome things which I now did while groveling at the feet of another woman. My intrepid infatuation had come with a somewhat unpretentious and rather carefree understanding of how truly submissive I could be made to be. Our relationship started innocently enough, the very casual although sensual neck and shoulder massages in her office which soon lead to other more exciting and daring endeavors later, my first real passionate girl kissing, long nights and weekends spent cuddling under the covers in her warm comforting embrace, and the really hot sex that I had in tight restraints or restricting bondage gear while completely under her total control. This was the dream that I truly wanted and had been willingly to give up everything for.

It was just a few weeks after moving in though, that she started making some very plausible blackmailing threats. My deepest dream filled inhibitions soon came crashing into reality as it seemed almost impossible to refuse any of her more insistent demands and I became faced with the daily humiliation of having to act like some kind of nymph-phobic exhibitionist. The tight fitting clothes and indecent outfits that she makes me wear now have turned my days into a never ending source of embarrassment, (when I am not being degraded in other ways). They are exceedingly less conservative to say the least and have been the ones which now totally dominate my wardrobe. All of my former belongings have been prudently discarded and replaced with items that now easily personify me as, (to put it in a much less humiliating way) lusciously provoking.

What has also been an even greater form of humiliation, (when not dressed as this shamefully sexy middle aged woman) is my initial misguided wish-filled fantasy of becoming Heather?s full time slave girl. This alone at the start would have easily made me die of true shame if any of her other more carefully picked office staff ever found out.

These four now more sophisticatedly dressed ladies were all very well practiced lesbian couples and had been at the beginning unannounced to me. I should have been grateful for this at first, even while dressed as the companies habitually talked about office slut behind my back, and the very questionable personal assistant to our young blonde female owner and company head. I had felt presumptuously safe while hidden from all they?re curiously accusing eyes while bound and naked inside the walls of a seemingly quiet semi-rural home.

None of them (I had thought) would ever see me so shockingly submissive while licking feverishly at this beautiful young blonde?s succulently pink cunt. She, (a.k.a. Miss. Heather Lash) had become my true to life Mistress, something which I at one time desperately longed for. At twenty-nine she, (being eight years my junior) was extremely well versed in the art of fem/fem domination and had become thoroughly equipped after spending several years as a bondage model (the starting root of her more then successful business). She discovered my questionable desires and in only a few short weeks could see that I wanted to belong to a woman like her, but my mischievously granted wish came at a high price.

Her sexual slave training for me began almost immediately and became very intense after she bought a rustic old house in a nice secluded area with money I legally gave her from the prior sale of my own. Hence forth from that day on and with the many other strictly instituted stipulations, I have been outwardly reinvented and now suitably employed as her non-compensated pseudo office assistant to show that I now belong to her totally, heart, body and soul. She, as my Mistress, and the company?s impeccable business superior, considers me to be her personal property; though she has made me into a party favor many times for any of her younger dike-ish girlfriends.

Still, as a manipulative business woman?s very persuadable sex toy and slave, I have been forced to swallow any remaining pride and now shamefully accept my new life with its daily mix of domination, hard core lesbianism, sexual slavery and servitude. My current financial dependency (as she readily intended) has greatly added to this basis and is among the more embarrassing reason for my continued Dom/slave relationship.????????????????????????????????????????????????

?I? That is, ?slave Sharon?, a shameless lezzy cunt slave, is most undeserving the privilege of even ass licking such a beautiful Mistress like Miss. Lash, and should be eternally grateful for the honor of being allowed to tongue her pretty pink pussy. In addition, slave Sharon, as the pathetic and worthless cunt servant, will deserve nothing better then to receive a viscous anal fucking with a stiff plastic punishment dildo if Mistress Lash is EVER displeased for any reason.?

This has become a very pointed reminder whenever I have been drug off by the hair into her bedroom. Usually my bare bottom is slapped repeatedly to hurry me along as I try to crawl quickly up the stars on my hand and knees.

Much more tragically tonight however, I have been late in finishing all my assigned errands after work and have also forgotten to pick-up her dry-cleaning. I have never willingly given her reason to discipline me, but the subtle exception to her demeanor has been made readily clear and my punishment for this evening has only just begun. Usually when I unwittingly misbehave or have displeased Mistress while serving some of her more frequent lady guests, I have been put hastily over her lap on most of these occasions and spanked soundly on my bare bottom and extremely sensitive wet dripping pussy.

Aside from these seemingly catastrophic failures at being a good maid servant, I also knowingly deal with the problem of being overly stimulated now on a daily basis (if not through more insidious means) while typing at my less then ideal work station. I had hoped that this weekend would have been spent pleasing my Mistress and doing the mundane chores she requires of me, even while catering submissively to her ever demand or timidly obedient to her punishing desirers. Sadly though after arriving home, things quickly changed and soon became nothing less then positively heartbreaking for me.

I had walked in to find the perfectly dressed office image of my Mistress sitting in the living room with one leg bouncing impatiently over the other. When Mistress Heather stopped to look in my direction, she poised herself more seductively as if I were her prey and waited for me expectantly, right after she inquired.

?Where are the rest of my things??

After setting the two shopping bags down in the arched entrance way, I quickly indulged her with my timid answer.

?I? I?m sorry Mistress; I was running late and completely forgot to go by the cleaners.?

Our excepted lifestyle and my sexual submission to her while at home had been perfectly understood from the outset, so there was little else for me to do except hurry in to greet her properly by stripping out of my clothes immediately. Leaving the scattered pile of garments to one side of her chair, I dropped down to my knees in front of her and submissively interlocked my fingers behind my head. She was eyeing me closely as I spread my thighs just wide enough before coming to full attention. The tone in her reply made chills run all through my body.

?I see??

That was when she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to face me. Mistress Heather then became unusually vulgar as she confronted me by pointing out my seemingly unwarranted wetness and was prompt in accusing me of trying to hide it, even as she bluntly sliced her middle finger up between my cleanly shaven pussy lips. ?It had to be fucking obvious to any one?, she said, and that I no doubt had been masturbating through my panties at work. She added this with a snide gesture of sticking her finger up under my nose and said that it wouldn?t be hard to tell, even after my things were washed out in the sink. That was when my incriminatingly wet spotted panties were picked up off the floor and forcibly shoved into my mouth.

Without my audible admission or a truthful denial to the fact, I found myself being pulled up like a small child before making a clumsy landing over her warm partially exposed thighs. I squirmed there awkwardly as she administered ten angry swats cross my bare bottom with her open hand. I was mortified with her distinctively harsh judgment and I couldn?t help but feel a little betrayed at this point. Still, she remained in perfect form while hiking her skirt up a bit further after putting me back on my knees rather unceremoniously.

This whole scene became so much more degrading as she warned me to get back in position and not to rub what I thought must now be my glowing bright pink cheeks. She emphasized this with the very humiliating charade of shaking her perfectly manicured finger just inches from my face, which then easily worked to belittle me even more.

?I don?t have to tolerate this kind of apathetic behavior from you Sharon.?

Tears started to well in my eyes as I fought with the ordeal of trying to stay in position. The total lack of having any control over my situation became even more embarrassing as I began caving into her increasingly cruel intimidations. Just the sound of her voice when she had uttered my name seemed to be a foreboding sign of the degree of my pending night of sexual discipline.

Several heavy tears fell as she began sadistically twisting and yanking down on my smooth shaven pussy lips. My breathing became more erratic as I tried sniffling back the on coming rush of tears, which then only seemed to work the dry balled panties further down my throat.

I began to choke on the silky matted wad and then suddenly found myself panting out loud with a sigh of relief. It first appeared that my growing dilemma had been realized when they had been pulled from my mouth mercifully. This small reprieve however did not readily reflect my Mistress? forgiving mood.

As they were unwontedly dropped to the floor, she grabbed the long loose hair down at the nape of my neck. After yanking my head back with it she slapped my face rudely. I squirmed to get away as she then wickedly pinched both of my stiff nipples very hard. This was of course done because I had been a very bad and disobedient slave girl she said, so this surly meant my being punished like any filthy lezzy slut.

In that same moment she forced my head down to her crouch and held me there by the hair. I felt my mouth opening instinctively as the glistening tip of my nose suddenly became thoroughly entrenched in the full of her feminine muff. She nearly suffocated me with her sex before finally freeing me with a lighter grip on the fall of my hair.

Her actions were deliberate and clearly malicious as I was forcibly fed her fuzzy mound like a stubborn new born suckling child in parody. It had not been very surprising to me that she had foreseen to remove her panties and nothing else. She often stayed dressed in her everyday office attire if she felt that I needed to be humiliated in this sly evil manner for whatever reason.

Knowing the full power of its demeaning effect, she often sits around leisurely after work for an hour or so, seemingly fresh from her day and will linger endlessly while sorting through the mail. Normally while she sits there pondering over the bills and letters needlessly, I am kept down on my knees, anxiously waiting and poised submissively while in the nude. Customarily as a needless token, I will be wearing a leash on my slave collar, which is always tethered securely to the coffee table or around a chair leg.

To prolong my nightly ritual of disgrace, she will often leave me there, perpetually humiliated by having to remain alone and naked for most of the evening unless I am released to prepare (on occasions) a formal candlelight dinner for her and female guests. My domestic dress is potentially the same when I am doing this or left down stairs instead after she releases me to clean in a frivolously small starched costume apron. Domestication and sexual servitude have become the only suitable roles for me in her eyes.??

She of course shows little concern when leaving me in ether state of? physical or mental undress and will go up for the decadent luxury of a steaming hot bubble bath. On these nights, after about an hour or so, she will reappear in nothing but her open bath robe to check on me. Being almost naked herself, she likes to keep me busy around the house with a string mop or feather duster; that is if I am not using my very well trained tongue on the various inappropriate places of her body for obvious seedy feminine pleasures while she teases me sadistically with my somewhat reluctantly surrendered feather duster.

Less fortunate for me are the growing number of evenings when I have failed to meet her requirements and she leaves me waiting after in the exceedingly cramped corner of her master bedroom closet. The only things I usually have to keep me mentally occupied in the dark are the many nervous butterflies in my stomach and the thin less noticeable welts that she leaves with a wire clothes hanger.

There are other more terrifying nights when she returns and is dressed in things just a little less casual (A half T-shirt with a pair of old jeans cut-off very short at the crouch, halter tops which match her girlishly tight gym pants, or just a clinging low cut summer dress which is never anything less then totally revealing).

These risqu? and comfortably sexy outfits of hers have become very unsettling, as I am often taken to the basement on these occasions, (that is whenever she has a good mind to) and hung up by my wrists for the beginning of a very unpleasant night under the mercy of her many whips. This has become punishment for my seemingly more severe infractions.

Remembering the most recent night when she spread my legs and paddled the wonton bald flesh of my aching pussy with a wooden ruler for failing to be pleasing in some way, I woke attentively to this new dilemma of almost suffocating between her legs. Choking back my tears I became thoroughly intoxicated with the musky warm odor of her fully tufted feminine mound. As I did this, the smell suddenly became overwhelming and much more surprising to me. The stronger familiar scent was heavily laced all through her fuzzy blonde pubic hairs and my outward expression obviously showed the subtle signs of my unwilling disgust. She judged my insubordinates and became rather animalistic in grinding my face into her unwashed sex.

The tang mixed with the humid warmth of her sweetly perfumed skin and filled my nostrils with its slightly less unpleasant scent. Strangely the somewhat disagreeable taste seemed to be almost exciting me as my mouth opened fully over her perfect hooded mound. The rough incensed handling and her soft growing guttural moans soon entices me to reach back mindlessly between my own moist heated inner thighs.

As I succumb to my forbidden Pandoric desires, I found myself being sternly awakened with the wheedling wrath of her primordial judgment and felt the fury of true punishment for my curious need for not abstaining. Her apocalyptic means proved most effective and was delivered as a single stinging fiery lash from her favorite braded leather riding crop. It fell smartly down between my partially razed ass cheeks which then allowed the narrow flat tip to strike squarely on the open flower of my swollen pussy flesh. It jarred me back to the absurd reason why I was being physically abused like this. I was unable to throw my head back or cry out or do anything except scream loudly into her gushing wet love tunnel. The force of her blow had easily racked my naked body and splattered any former signs which would have alone easily drenched my panties.

It should have been needless to say that at this very moment it seemed more then overwhelming, as I could not recall being tormented so vicious in the past. I also had never felt such an arousing state of ecstasy or the sheer intrusive lust which came with the single kiss of her whip.

As I came, gasped, shuddered and panted for air, another demand was made which became more effective in throwing me even further off balance as she ordered me to put both hands behind my back. With an unsetting ease she had me teetering there over on my knees which now left me in a truly submissive position. It easily allowed her to hold my head more precariously down in between her open thighs. While still flailing with the painful ecstasy down in my openly exposed labia, I managed to keep lapping sporadically through my shallow breathes. Even while in the throes of my sexual agony I remained very intent on trying to please her desperately. After her first less animated orgasm she stopped me, implying that I had not been very diligent. It seemed she took more delight in letting me know that she had started her period that morning.

My heart sank as I soon realized that my efforts were all for not when she ordered me down to the basement. After I crawled in behind her, Mistress Heather had me kneel on the cold floor while she locked my wrists and dog collar to a spreader bar. Laying me on the padded horse she rapped my ass savagely with a twelve inch plastic cock. There were no intentions of being genial with the full length of it attached to a small broom which she has used to sensitize my nipples and certain other tender body parts. After my sodomy I was left there for another sleepless night with both ankles still shackled to ether side of the black painted wooden legs.

While laying there I couldn?t help but keep the surreal threat of her parting words in my mind as I listened to the fading sound of her heels ascending the basement stairs.

?A new girlfriend of mine seems to be very interested in coming over Sharon, and she has a very sweet lovable dog. I told her that she might find the perfect little doggy treat for him here if they both ever considered coming over. I would expect you to be on your best behavior, and even more so, to be one very hot little bitch in heat for Maxi??

??Or else.?

CHAP 1

Here I was, a sexually attractive female who had naively allowed herself to be striped of everything and was finding many reasons to feel ashamed of the loathsome things which I now did while groveling at the feet of another woman. My intrepid infatuation had come with a somewhat unpretentious and rather carefree understanding of how truly submissive I could be made to be. Our relationship started innocently enough, the very casual although sensual neck and shoulder massages in her office which soon lead to other more exciting and daring endeavors later, my first real passionate girl kissing, long nights and weekends spent cuddling under the covers in her warm comforting embrace, and the really hot sex that I had in tight restraints or restricting bondage gear while completely under her total control. This was the dream that I truly wanted and had been willingly to give up everything for.

It was just a few weeks after moving in though, that she started making some very plausible blackmailing threats. My deepest dream filled inhibitions soon came crashing into reality as it seemed almost impossible to refuse any of her more insistent demands and I became faced with the daily humiliation of having to act like some kind of nymph-phobic exhibitionist. The tight fitting clothes and indecent outfits that she makes me wear now have turned my days into a never ending source of embarrassment, (when I am not being degraded in other ways). They are exceedingly less conservative to say the least and have been the ones which now totally dominate my wardrobe. All of my former belongings have been prudently discarded and replaced with items that now easily personify me as, (to put it in a much less humiliating way) lusciously provoking.

What has also been an even greater form of humiliation, (when not dressed as this shamefully sexy middle aged woman) is my initial misguided wish-filled fantasy of becoming Heather?s full time slave girl. This alone at the start would have easily made me die of true shame if any of her other more carefully picked office staff ever found out.

These four now more sophisticatedly dressed ladies were all very well practiced lesbian couples and had been at the beginning unannounced to me. I should have been grateful for this at first, even while dressed as the companies habitually talked about office slut behind my back, and the very questionable personal assistant to our young blonde female owner and company head. I had felt presumptuously safe while hidden from all they?re curiously accusing eyes while bound and naked inside the walls of a seemingly quiet semi-rural home.

None of them (I had thought) would ever see me so shockingly submissive while licking feverishly at this beautiful young blonde?s succulently pink cunt. She, (a.k.a. Miss. Heather Lash) had become my true to life Mistress, something which I at one time desperately longed for. At twenty-nine she, (being eight years my junior) was extremely well versed in the art of fem/fem domination and had become thoroughly equipped after spending several years as a bondage model (the starting root of her more then successful business). She discovered my questionable desires and in only a few short weeks could see that I wanted to belong to a woman like her, but my mischievously granted wish came at a high price.

Her sexual slave training for me began almost immediately and became very intense after she bought a rustic old house in a nice secluded area with money I legally gave her from the prior sale of my own. Hence forth from that day on and with the many other strictly instituted stipulations, I have been outwardly reinvented and now suitably employed as her non-compensated pseudo office assistant to show that I now belong to her totally, heart, body and soul. She, as my Mistress, and the company?s impeccable business superior, considers me to be her personal property; though she has made me into a party favor many times for any of her younger dike-ish girlfriends.

Still, as a manipulative business woman?s very persuadable sex toy and slave, I have been forced to swallow any remaining pride and now shamefully accept my new life with its daily mix of domination, hard core lesbianism, sexual slavery and servitude. My current financial dependency (as she readily intended) has greatly added to this basis and is among the more embarrassing reason for my continued Dom/slave relationship.????????????????????????????????????????????????

?I? That is, ?slave Sharon?, a shameless lezzy cunt slave, is most undeserving the privilege of even ass licking such a beautiful Mistress like Miss. Lash, and should be eternally grateful for the honor of being allowed to tongue her pretty pink pussy. In addition, slave Sharon, as the pathetic and worthless cunt servant, will deserve nothing better then to receive a viscous anal fucking with a stiff plastic punishment dildo if Mistress Lash is EVER displeased for any reason.?

This has become a very pointed reminder whenever I have been drug off by the hair into her bedroom. Usually my bare bottom is slapped repeatedly to hurry me along as I try to crawl quickly up the stars on my hand and knees.

Much more tragically tonight however, I have been late in finishing all my assigned errands after work and have also forgotten to pick-up her dry-cleaning. I have never willingly given her reason to discipline me, but the subtle exception to her demeanor has been made readily clear and my punishment for this evening has only just begun. Usually when I unwittingly misbehave or have displeased Mistress while serving some of her more frequent lady guests, I have been put hastily over her lap on most of these occasions and spanked soundly on my bare bottom and extremely sensitive wet dripping pussy.

Aside from these seemingly catastrophic failures at being a good maid servant, I also knowingly deal with the problem of being overly stimulated now on a daily basis (if not through more insidious means) while typing at my less then ideal work station. I had hoped that this weekend would have been spent pleasing my Mistress and doing the mundane chores she requires of me, even while catering submissively to her ever demand or timidly obedient to her punishing desirers. Sadly though after arriving home, things quickly changed and soon became nothing less then positively heartbreaking for me.

I had walked in to find the perfectly dressed office image of my Mistress sitting in the living room with one leg bouncing impatiently over the other. When Mistress Heather stopped to look in my direction, she poised herself more seductively as if I were her prey and waited for me expectantly, right after she inquired.

?Where are the rest of my things??

After setting the two shopping bags down in the arched entrance way, I quickly indulged her with my timid answer.

?I? I?m sorry Mistress; I was running late and completely forgot to go by the cleaners.?

Our excepted lifestyle and my sexual submission to her while at home had been perfectly understood from the outset, so there was little else for me to do except hurry in to greet her properly by stripping out of my clothes immediately. Leaving the scattered pile of garments to one side of her chair, I dropped down to my knees in front of her and submissively interlocked my fingers behind my head. She was eyeing me closely as I spread my thighs just wide enough before coming to full attention. The tone in her reply made chills run all through my body.

?I see??

That was when she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to face me. Mistress Heather then became unusually vulgar as she confronted me by pointing out my seemingly unwarranted wetness and was prompt in accusing me of trying to hide it, even as she bluntly sliced her middle finger up between my cleanly shaven pussy lips. ?It had to be fucking obvious to any one?, she said, and that I no doubt had been masturbating through my panties at work. She added this with a snide gesture of sticking her finger up under my nose and said that it wouldn?t be hard to tell, even after my things were washed out in the sink. That was when my incriminatingly wet spotted panties were picked up off the floor and forcibly shoved into my mouth.

Without my audible admission or a truthful denial to the fact, I found myself being pulled up like a small child before making a clumsy landing over her warm partially exposed thighs. I squirmed there awkwardly as she administered ten angry swats cross my bare bottom with her open hand. I was mortified with her distinctively harsh judgment and I couldn?t help but feel a little betrayed at this point. Still, she remained in perfect form while hiking her skirt up a bit further after putting me back on my knees rather unceremoniously.

This whole scene became so much more degrading as she warned me to get back in position and not to rub what I thought must now be my glowing bright pink cheeks. She emphasized this with the very humiliating charade of shaking her perfectly manicured finger just inches from my face, which then easily worked to belittle me even more.

?I don?t have to tolerate this kind of apathetic behavior from you Sharon.?

Tears started to well in my eyes as I fought with the ordeal of trying to stay in position. The total lack of having any control over my situation became even more embarrassing as I began caving into her increasingly cruel intimidations. Just the sound of her voice when she had uttered my name seemed to be a foreboding sign of the degree of my pending night of sexual discipline.

Several heavy tears fell as she began sadistically twisting and yanking down on my smooth shaven pussy lips. My breathing became more erratic as I tried sniffling back the on coming rush of tears, which then only seemed to work the dry balled panties further down my throat.

I began to choke on the silky matted wad and then suddenly found myself panting out loud with a sigh of relief. It first appeared that my growing dilemma had been realized when they had been pulled from my mouth mercifully. This small reprieve however did not readily reflect my Mistress? forgiving mood.

As they were unwontedly dropped to the floor, she grabbed the long loose hair down at the nape of my neck. After yanking my head back with it she slapped my face rudely. I squirmed to get away as she then wickedly pinched both of my stiff nipples very hard. This was of course done because I had been a very bad and disobedient slave girl she said, so this surly meant my being punished like any filthy lezzy slut.

In that same moment she forced my head down to her crouch and held me there by the hair. I felt my mouth opening instinctively as the glistening tip of my nose suddenly became thoroughly entrenched in the full of her feminine muff. She nearly suffocated me with her sex before finally freeing me with a lighter grip on the fall of my hair.

Her actions were deliberate and clearly malicious as I was forcibly fed her fuzzy mound like a stubborn new born suckling child in parody. It had not been very surprising to me that she had foreseen to remove her panties and nothing else. She often stayed dressed in her everyday office attire if she felt that I needed to be humiliated in this sly evil manner for whatever reason.

Knowing the full power of its demeaning effect, she often sits around leisurely after work for an hour or so, seemingly fresh from her day and will linger endlessly while sorting through the mail. Normally while she sits there pondering over the bills and letters needlessly, I am kept down on my knees, anxiously waiting and poised submissively while in the nude. Customarily as a needless token, I will be wearing a leash on my slave collar, which is always tethered securely to the coffee table or around a chair leg.

To prolong my nightly ritual of disgrace, she will often leave me there, perpetually humiliated by having to remain alone and naked for most of the evening unless I am released to prepare (on occasions) a formal candlelight dinner for her and female guests. My domestic dress is potentially the same when I am doing this or left down stairs instead after she releases me to clean in a frivolously small starched costume apron. Domestication and sexual servitude have become the only suitable roles for me in her eyes.??

She of course shows little concern when leaving me in ether state of? physical or mental undress and will go up for the decadent luxury of a steaming hot bubble bath. On these nights, after about an hour or so, she will reappear in nothing but her open bath robe to check on me. Being almost naked herself, she likes to keep me busy around the house with a string mop or feather duster; that is if I am not using my very well trained tongue on the various inappropriate places of her body for obvious seedy feminine pleasures while she teases me sadistically with my somewhat reluctantly surrendered feather duster.

Less fortunate for me are the growing number of evenings when I have failed to meet her requirements and she leaves me waiting after in the exceedingly cramped corner of her master bedroom closet. The only things I usually have to keep me mentally occupied in the dark are the many nervous butterflies in my stomach and the thin less noticeable welts that she leaves with a wire clothes hanger.

There are other more terrifying nights when she returns and is dressed in things just a little less casual (A half T-shirt with a pair of old jeans cut-off very short at the crouch, halter tops which match her girlishly tight gym pants, or just a clinging low cut summer dress which is never anything less then totally revealing).

These risqu? and comfortably sexy outfits of hers have become very unsettling, as I am often taken to the basement on these occasions, (that is whenever she has a good mind to) and hung up by my wrists for the beginning of a very unpleasant night under the mercy of her many whips. This has become punishment for my seemingly more severe infractions.

Remembering the most recent night when she spread my legs and paddled the wonton bald flesh of my aching pussy with a wooden ruler for failing to be pleasing in some way, I woke attentively to this new dilemma of almost suffocating between her legs. Choking back my tears I became thoroughly intoxicated with the musky warm odor of her fully tufted feminine mound. As I did this, the smell suddenly became overwhelming and much more surprising to me. The stronger familiar scent was heavily laced all through her fuzzy blonde pubic hairs and my outward expression obviously showed the subtle signs of my unwilling disgust. She judged my insubordinates and became rather animalistic in grinding my face into her unwashed sex.

The tang mixed with the humid warmth of her sweetly perfumed skin and filled my nostrils with its slightly less unpleasant scent. Strangely the somewhat disagreeable taste seemed to be almost exciting me as my mouth opened fully over her perfect hooded mound. The rough incensed handling and her soft growing guttural moans soon entices me to reach back mindlessly between my own moist heated inner thighs.

As I succumb to my forbidden Pandoric desires, I found myself being sternly awakened with the wheedling wrath of her primordial judgment and felt the fury of true punishment for my curious need for not abstaining. Her apocalyptic means proved most effective and was delivered as a single stinging fiery lash from her favorite braded leather riding crop. It fell smartly down between my partially razed ass cheeks which then allowed the narrow flat tip to strike squarely on the open flower of my swollen pussy flesh. It jarred me back to the absurd reason why I was being physically abused like this. I was unable to throw my head back or cry out or do anything except scream loudly into her gushing wet love tunnel. The force of her blow had easily racked my naked body and splattered any former signs which would have alone easily drenched my panties.

It should have been needless to say that at this very moment it seemed more then overwhelming, as I could not recall being tormented so vicious in the past. I also had never felt such an arousing state of ecstasy or the sheer intrusive lust which came with the single kiss of her whip.

As I came, gasped, shuddered and panted for air, another demand was made which became more effective in throwing me even further off balance as she ordered me to put both hands behind my back. With an unsetting ease she had me teetering there over on my knees which now left me in a truly submissive position. It easily allowed her to hold my head more precariously down in between her open thighs. While still flailing with the painful ecstasy down in my openly exposed labia, I managed to keep lapping sporadically through my shallow breathes. Even while in the throes of my sexual agony I remained very intent on trying to please her desperately. After her first less animated orgasm she stopped me, implying that I had not been very diligent. It seemed she took more delight in letting me know that she had started her period that morning.

My heart sank as I soon realized that my efforts were all for not when she ordered me down to the basement. After I crawled in behind her, Mistress Heather had me kneel on the cold floor while she locked my wrists and dog collar to a spreader bar. Laying me on the padded horse she rapped my ass savagely with a twelve inch plastic cock. There were no intentions of being genial with the full length of it attached to a small broom which she has used to sensitize my nipples and certain other tender body parts. After my sodomy I was left there for another sleepless night with both ankles still shackled to ether side of the black painted wooden legs.

While laying there I couldn?t help but keep the surreal threat of her parting words in my mind as I listened to the fading sound of her heels ascending the basement stairs.

?A new girlfriend of mine seems to be very interested in coming over Sharon, and she has a very sweet lovable dog. I told her that she might find the perfect little doggy treat for him here if they both ever considered coming over. I would expect you to be on your best behavior, and even more so, to be one very hot little bitch in heat for Maxi??

??Or else.?

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Hi, people. My name is Jyoti, and I am from Goa. I am 21 years old. This is a year-old incident about exploring sex that I have written down. My college informed me to find an ex-student and interview that person’s experience about this college and how it shaped their career. Luckily my mom knew a lady who lived a floor above us in the building. I wasn’t very happy about it, thinking that lady would be of my mom’s age. The entire thing would be boring. It was a time when I was very irritated,...

Exploring Sex With Sharon

Hi, people. My name is Jyoti, and I am from Goa. I am 21 years old. This is a year-old incident about exploring sex that I have written down. My college informed me to find an ex-student and interview that person’s experience about this college and how it shaped their career. Luckily my mom knew a lady who lived a floor above us in the building. I wasn’t very happy about it, thinking that lady would be of my mom’s age. The entire thing would be boring. It was a time when I was very irritated,...

Executive assistant Sharon

Sharon Stits and Nikki Summers were two mid-level executives in a large PR firm who were locked in a fierce rivalry from which only one woman would emerge victorious. Brunette, gorgeous, and in their early fourties, both women were on a collision course for the top of the corporate ladder.Sharon had a reputation for wielding her incredible sexuality as a weapon against rival women who got in her way. With her firm 36C tits and long, exquisite legs, which were always dressed in short, tight...

Rose of Sharon

Communicate. That's the bottom line. Whatever it takes. The advice had been from Sharon's psychologist. After the 'trial' separation, she went to Dr. Foster looking for answers. Tyke had refused to go to the psychologist. He was really bitter. "I don't know how I can, " Sharon protested to the doctor. " We just can't talk to each other. We're always holding back." "Then don't talk. Write." "Write?" "Hear me out ... you and Tyke have had problems communicating your needs....

Eagle in the Sunset 2019Chapter 8 Miguel and Sharon

October 5th, 1995, 5:30 PM CT, Side of the road, Near Palmer, TX Sharon Roberts cursed in frustration. She was driving back to I-30 when this happened. Chex had the “day tank” option that was really common on Checker Taxi cabs but was something of a rarity on the consumer-oriented Marathon. But then, the four-cylinder Perkins diesel was a rarity on the Taxi and unheard of practically on the Marathon. The “day tank” was a 35 gallon fuel tank that allowed the car to to go about 450 miles on a...

Alice A Paul Purple StoryChapter 3 Sharon

I won't give too much away with this. My name is Sharon, I'm a medical doctor and I'm associated with the man now known as Paul Purple through his... how should I call it? 'Professional' interest. I have obtained through him a slave (lets not beat around the bush, she is my sex slave) called Safina who I've found to be very polite and eager to please, I've spoken to her on many occasions and she's detailed her training with this man, it's strange but she still has an affection for...

My morning with Sharon

This happened a long time ago. I was assistant manager in a fast food restaurant in rural Ohio, Sharon was just one of our hostesses and just of high school. I was maybe 28 years old. We were both unhappy. Our employees were all just kids. Some in high school, others in college, and a few were out of school, working class kids with no skills. Sharon had just started college, but went part time. Most of the kids knew her, having gone to school with her. She was a gawky kid with glasses and a...

My morning with Sharon

This happened a long time ago. I was assistant manager in a fast food restaurant in rural Ohio; Sharon was just one of our hostesses and just of high school. I was maybe 28 years old. We were both unhappy. Our employees were all just kids. Some in high school, others in college, and a few were out of school, working class kids with no skills. Sharon had just started college, but went part time. Most of the kids knew her, having gone to school with her. She was a gawky kid with glasses and a...

My Aunt Sharon

Revised, thank goodness spotting errors and added to in request for a continuation and now complete. It all started on a Saturday. I was out with three mates for a few beers and a curry. Later, we went to several clubs in the city centre and I was well wrecked, not picking up any cum sluts, puking in an alley and shaving to stagger home. It was nearly one in the morning when I reached home. I could see downstairs lights on in the trash quality, council house we existed in. That’s my Mum and...

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A surprisingly hot May Friday in New England, Memorial Day weekend. Sharon had been coy about the purpose of the visit, but Sue felt that any visit to Sharon's was time well spent. A good friend with whom you could share your thoughts, commiserate, share and trust. After breakfast she showered, toweled off and dressed. Cutoffs, a cotton camisole and sandals. The ninety-minute drive to Sharon's went quickly; the holiday traffic wouldn't hit until afternoon, and when Sue pulled into...

Robbies first time with his sister Sharon

I’ve wanted to fuck my sister since the first time I jerked off when I was twelve years old. I would peek through the door jamb at her and my mom when they’d get in or out of the shower. I would pretend to be asleep on the couch with my hard cock sticking through the fly of my boxers when my sister would come home from dates at night. I was obsessed! This is the retelling of the first time I finally got to fuck her. It was the summer of 2009. I had just turned 29, my sister, Sharon had just...

Robbies first time with his sister Sharon

I’ve always wanted to fuck my sister. I would peek through the door jamb at her andmy mom when they’d get in or out of the shower. I would pretend to be asleep on the couch with my hard cock sticking through the fly of my boxers when my sister would come home from dates at night. I was obsessed! This is the story of the first time I finally got to fuck her. It was the summer of 2009. I had just turned 29, my sister, Sharon had just turned 32. I was dropping her off at her house and had no...

My horny sister Sharon

I thought I would share my humble experience as well with you wonderful people. My name is RYAN. This story about me but about I one day found heaven on earth in my own house.my little sister, Sharon just turned 18.i need to mention here that at this age shes as hot as a full grown woman as she has that perfect body anyone would die for.i have been noticing sharon’s beauty for a long time now and whenever I had a chance, would try to feel it.one day our parents decided to spen some time with...

With My Slutty School Teacher Sharon

Hi readers, this is Sarfaraz Khan back with another story. Hope you remember me. If you haven’t read , you are missing many things, kindly give a read. I’m a 23-year-old male from a South Indian city. I love sex, which is smooth and seductive, never forced. So coming straight to the story It is about my slutty elementary school teacher. Her name was Sharon. Let me describe her here. Back in school days, she was a darling of everyone’s eyes and a sure eye candy for all staff, including peons,...

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My name is Brenda. I came to the university on my own. Parents gave me some money but I was working getting loans and grants for the rest. I had lived off campus with a dude who turned out to be a douce. He tried to put the moves on me and I wasn’t interested, for whatever reason. He just didn’t do anything for me. Anyway, I decided that day that I needed to move out and find a new room-mate. I couldn't afford a place by myself. But this time I was going to find a female room mate. So I checked...

Like A Virus Shannon And Sharon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is part of a series of stories, all set in the same universe. Reading the story "Puzzles and Solutions" will make things in this story make a lot more sense. Andy Meeker pulled around and stopped in front of the grocery store to pick up the milk and bread and such that his wife had asked for when he had called. He stepped through the front door, and the first person he saw was Jason, a sixteen-year-old boxboy, on his way out the door, pushing a shopping cart full of...

Sharon

Prologue I really love the taste of a man's cum. Really! The smooth feel of it on my tongue, the sloshing around of it in my mouth, the easy way it coats my throat on the way to my stomach. And yes, the awesome knowledge that my mouth, my tongue has given such pleasure to another human being. (I also love the taste of pussy; we'll talk about that later.) But after all these years, after all the gallons of sperm that I've ingested, deep down I know that those little soldiers swimming...

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‘Are you fucking that little bitch?’ ‘Pardon me? Who? Of course not.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘I assume we’re talking about Sharon. Look, she’s your friend, you’re the one that suggested the two of us play tennis together on Saturday mornings since you don’t really enjoy the game. They live in our neighborhood and it’s a very small neighborhood. You’ve got to be kidding me.’ ‘I see the way you look at her.’ Said my wife of eight years. ‘Honey, she’s hard not to look at, particularly in those...

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The organised party was going really well and the Ladies that had chosen to breed had selected their stud for the evening. The Madam released the boys from their 2 weeks of chastity and allowed there weapons back into the public again!!! I was a little surprised that a pretty, tiny and slight girl with mousy hair called Sharon was standing nervously in the breeding Ladies line up? We spoke and she explained that she had had a couple of white lads, but said they were not up to much in bed and...

SEX PARTYSHARON

The organised party was going really well and the Ladies that had chosen to breed had selected their stud for the evening. The Madam released the boys from their 2 weeks of chastity and allowed there weapons back into the public again!!!I was a little surprised that a pretty, tiny and slight girl with mousy hair called Sharon was standing nervously in the breeding Ladies line up?We spoke and she explained that she had had a couple of white lads, but said they were not up to much in bed and she...

My Ex Girlfriend Sharon

Though I am 40 Yrs young, married to a beautiful woman, father of a son. I feel that I am not living my life as per my heart. It was late in the evening and suddenly there was a call on my cell. I couldn’t recognize the number and was in a hurry to leave the office. I picked the call nevertheless, curiously thinking about the caller.A sweet “Hello” and my brain went into a rewind looking for matches. The moment my brain flashed the matching face near my eyes, I slumped with astonishment and...

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Stoned Sharon By Solon Plorry The man shouted at the attacker! He had beaten me so bloody and laid one last hard kick at my head before he went away to join his girlfriend, his soft shoes making a welcome squishy noise as he faded out. I lay in the fetal position, almost afraid to breathe. I had been beaten to within an inch of my life, I think, and all I could do was moan. My chest felt caved in, and pain flooded my senses. I wanted to die! A calloused hand was on my...

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This is a true story of how I met and had a hot sexual relationship with Sharon;First some prelude: I was stationed in Germany with the U.S.Army, I was assigned as the operations NCO for a Signal Company, My duties revolved around ensuring the Company was trained and ready for deployment if necessary, I also took over as the Company First Sergent when he was absent for extended periods of time, I was performing these duties when I met Sharon, She was a transfer from state side to our company,...

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When I think back and recall all the trouble I went through to seduce and take Sharon, my neighbor Jerry’s wife, to bed, I shake my head and wonder how blind I was not to see the big picture. Not that I did not enjoy making love to Sharon. I still do, in spite of everything that happened since that first time and the whole scene, blurred in the beginning, came into focus with a bang, literally, one sunny afternoon. But I must first write about the seduction, of which I am quite proud of before...

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It is Saturday afternoon and you are just finishing your neighbor's lawn. My dad says since I am 18 that I have to pull my own weight so I mow the lawn of my 40 year old neighbor Sharon. Sharon is of great interest to me becuas she is about 5'10, about 135lbs, 32c breasts, a perfectly slim and trim body, with brunette hair. But even better is her daughter Kim, the object of most of my fantasies. Kim is 20 years old, but decided to put off college for a few years and live at home with a basic...

THE MIND OF DIRTY SHARON

THE STORY OF SHARON CANE.................. I AM SHARON CANE, A 18YR OLD TRANSVESTITE SCHOOLGIRL WHO DUE TO MY BAD BEHAVIOUR HAVE BEEN SENT TO MANY REFORM SCHOOLS, OF WHICH EVEN WITH FREQUENT FIRM DISCIPLINE HAVE BEEN EXPELLED FROM MOST OF THEM FOR MY DIRTY WANKING HABIT. MOST OF THE SCHOOLS I ATTENDED WERE BOARDING SCHOOLS WHERE I MET OTHER TRANSVESTITE GIRLS & WAS INTRODUCED TO FULL TRANSVESTITE SEX BY OLDER GIRSLS. WHAT USED TO MAKE ME WANK SO MUCH?... JUST THE SHEER JOY OF BEING DRESSED...

Letter to Mistress Sharon

Mistress Sharon Director Christian Feminization Academy [address redacted] [address redacted] [address redacted] Dear Mistress Sharon, My name is not important, but I want only to be Stephie. Please consider me for a position in your next intake into the Christian Feminization Academy. I have not been a good Christian up until now, in fact I have really not been a Christian at all, but I promise you that I will be the very best Christian woman that I can be if you will show...

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Sharon and I had been seeing one another for about two years, due to her and my other relationships (we are both married but not each other) we only saw each other occasionally and these meets usually ended up with both of us sweating after a long hard fuck and suck session. As things worked out we were both sent to the same conference out of town for a week. We checked into the hotel (separate rooms) as at the time we did not know either one was attending. We met at the ice breaker that...

Selecting the Right GirlChapter 11 Sharon

SHARON GLIDED SILKILY into her flat. The night had exceeded her wildest expectations in every respect. From the moment he picked her up to when he dropped her, Frank had behaved like a real gentleman. She was impressed with so many things; the limousine with it's the French champagne, the interesting drive where she not only enjoyed the view but also the scintillating conversion with Frank, the restaurant that produced a meal better than anything she had ever tasted or ever expected to taste...

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Sharon is a student leader in a top school in singapore. she has blossomed into a young lady with shapely contoured breasts and a nice figure. she looks ordinary in school uniform but during the graduation prom nite, she was dressed in a sexy nite gown. she looks gorgeously stunning and to some extent seductive. I was attracted by her that nite. she has always been quite close to me in school and it seems that she had planned to do something with me. she kept me companied the entire nite as if...

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Whereas Guenter H., Legally identified by passport no. … issued on … by …, Retired business executive, born on …, 1947 in …/Germany and living at … in D-xxxxx L…, Known in the net as slave gunnarsub and registered as Sklavennutte Guenter in The Slave Register under Registration Number 326-878-134, thereafter for purposes of this document, called "SLAVE" has agreed to give up voluntarily all legal, civil, and human rights in order to become the unlimited slave property of the OWNER and whereas...

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The time was late in the spring and we were on a late night drivein the countryside watching for all of the new spring animals that wereborn. We spotted a doe that was grazing in the cool grass. My sister and I were on our spring break from college and didn'twant to spend our time in the local bars looking for men. We love natureand watching all the new growth that rises from the dead of winter. As we spotted the new doe, we left the safety of our car to geta closer look when we heard...

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Overview of slave ownershipOwning a slave can be one of the most rewarding experiences of your life, but you will need to put some energy into training and taking care of your property to get the most out of it.Your slave must constantly be reminded of its place and must never be treated like a human being. Doing so will only confuse it and make the slave unsure of how to please you.The slave must understand that its sole purpose is to please its master(s). It must dedicate all of its energy to...

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Chapter 1Charles Greene and his three mates were loitering around the lower floor of the mall. There were lots pf people in the mall. Kids running around and screaming. Cliques of women pacing around, carrying bags of purchases. Elderly couples eating their ice cream cones. Charles Green’s mates were also his classmates and their names were Jim, Casper and Norman. They had finally finished their secondary school education. They had finally finished school and were now on holiday....

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Heather was waking up from her nap, and was regretting it already. She wasn't a nap person, and was now facing one good hour of headaches. It beat facing the full brunt of a seven-hour long flight, but for some reason, the headache was really severe this time."Hmmmngh...dammit..."She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and cute features marred by baggy eyes and a few freckles. She certainly couldn't be confused for a guy, even with her tendency to wear practical male clothing, but her body...

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SlaveComplete

I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than that. It was the happiest day of my life, the day I received that pendant. I had not been serving Master for very long, just long enough for him to...

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hese are some rules a guy had to abide by from a former master he had. He gave them to me to use on him as he showed me the lifestyle. 1. slave is to be naked at all times in the house. When with Master or when in a gay bar or other appropriate places, for example a leather event, it must wear its metal butt plug, 2 pound ball weight and its heavy chain collar, unless Master orders otherwise. slave is never to wear underwear unless given permission. When slave is in chastity, it does not have...

Slave Natalie

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Slave Rules 2

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Slave Girls in Bondage Chapter 72 Another dastardly plot! More innocent women bound and turned into slavegirls. While the travesty never end? I hope not. Her name was Shirley Simpson and she was a minor functionary in some partof some big company. Her office, for some strange reason, had an incredibleturn over in clerks. It seemed they were hired, and within a couple weeks,they would disappear. Nobody really cared except for the personnel office thatwas tired of filling out all the...

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slave become a slave bride part 3

Mistress unties the leash of slave from under the reception table and gives it a tug. "Come" She orders as slave obediently obeys and follows his Mistress on all fours, always from behind. She walks Her pet down the center aisle as Mistress and slave for the first time. Little did slave know that instead of having flower petals for the guests to throw out into the aisle, Mistress provided them with tiny stones. Those tiny stones were now digging into the knees and palms of slave as he crawled...

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Slave to Hooters Waitresses

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Part 1 - SaturdayThere was a ring on the doorbell. I basically knew it was her, but I was still madly excited, as though I didn't know, as though there was a chance it wasn't her and I was hoping it was.Sure enough, there she was. Stacey looked fantastic, her brown hair drifting slightly over her eyes, her wonderful body perfectly shown off by her tight top and jeans."Hi, you ok?" I asked, smiling. I gazed down at her feet and laughed. "You know me too well!" She was wearing a gorgeous pair of...

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Introduction: I am a slave who is owned in every way by Master. His pleasure is my only aim. He does to me whatever he chooses! Slave. Part one. 1. I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than...

Slave

Slave1. I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than that. It was the happiest day of my life, the day I received that pendant. I had not been serving Master for very long, just long enough for...

Slave Henrys Restaurant Shaving Show

My nude restaurant opened with me as the maitre d' and slave Henry as the waiter. The guests keep their clothes on but the restaurant staff: slave Henry, myself and the kitchen staff of one Asian man and white women, are all nude and can be touched and groped by the guests. All the guests like slave Henry because he is so pleasant and has such a great, lean body. Each month, on Saturday afternoon, there is a special shaving party for slave Henry. The guests come around 2PM and...

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So slave, I bet you’ve been looking forward to this day haven’t you, after all, it’s been a whole week since I last released you hasn’t it?”“Yes Princess.”“And have you followed my instructions about not allowing yourself to cum during that time slave?”“100% Princess.”She smiled and allowed her hand to gently slide across my stomach, towards my hard, aching cock.“Good slave, you look so gorgeous tied down like this, I could almost forget myself and…” her voice trailed off and my cock twitched...

SLAVEPART 2

Introduction: The story of Adam1992 continues when he turns 22. Please see Slave which starts the story of Adam1992. SLAVE–PART 2 Adam1992 was jolted awake before dawn when a dick started thrusting into him. Adam was bound as usual so that he could not move, but his legs were spread wide in case anyone should need him. He kept his eyes closed as the dick pounded into him again and again. Adam might have even liked it if hed been a little more awake, but his sleep had been frequently...

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Introduction: In a future society where slavery is accepted, Adam1992 is bred and born a slave. This story is about Adams first six months after being purchased for the first time. SLAVE Alan Goodman had never considered himself to be a cruel man. He never thought hed be a slave owner, didnt really like the idea, not until he saw Adam. Alans good friend Matt had dragged him along to a special slave sale. It was special because it was only the crè,me de la crè,me of slaves, those...

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SLAVE SALES ON INTERNET ARE EVERY FIRST FRIDAY OF THE MONTH BUT FOR RAMADAN LIKE NOWSLAVES ARE VERIFIED VIRGIN SWEET STUDENT TEENS & TWENS BROUGHT FROM ALL OVER EUROPESLAVES ARE VERIFIED VIRGINS AFTER RENOMMATED PRIVATE UNIVERSAL PERVERSE UNIVERSITIES =====================================================================================SLAVE SALES IN INTERNET ARE POPULAR AMONG ARABIAN NOBILITY AS WELL AS ASIAN AMATEURSSLAVE SALES IN INTERNET ARE FOR MEMBERS ONLY WHO PAY FEES OF FOUR MILLION...

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