Accidental Slave
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I didn’t intend to become Denise’s slave. I really didn’t. It was all sort of an accident. It even started out with an accident. No, that’s not exactly true. It wasn’t an accident that I posted a naked picture of Denise online, that was intentional. But it was sort of an accident that I took that picture in the first place.
I live with five other girls and everyone is really casual about how they are dressed unless they are downstairs in the living room or kitchen. We live in a three storey house just off campus that has three bedrooms on each of the top two floors. There is one shared bathroom on each floor. Downstairs there is a large double living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. It isn’t unusual for everyone to be wearing nothing but a P & B outfit upstairs, often less than that.
Denise always takes a shower at exactly nine o’clock every morning. And she always walks down to the bathroom naked. She’s in there forever... well for about an hour and fifteen minutes. No, for exactly an hour and fifteen minutes. Denise is exact about everything. And everything has to be done exactly her way. She stays in the bathroom until she has dried and styled her hair and done her makeup just right, then she saunters back to her room displaying her beauty to us all. I guess I have to admit that, unlike me, she really is beautiful.
I told her she was hogging the bathroom and she told me that it was the only place with the proper lighting for her to do her makeup. I told her that she didn’t need proper lighting to paint her toenails. She just laughed at me and said, “A person like you would never understand.”
That was the last straw. I was fed up with it and decided to take her down a peg or two. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I would find something. Then the opportunity just presented itself by accident. I had bought this new dress. It was short and sparkly and perfect for going out to the club in town when the other girls let me go with them. I had been planning to post a mirror selfie to show it off. I got all dressed up one morning and stood in front of the full-length mirror on my bedroom wall with my phone in my hand. As I stood there trying to get the best angle, I realized that the door to my bedroom was directly behind me and I could see out into the hallway in my mirror.
I had her! It was almost ten fifteen. Denise would be walking back to her room in just a few moments. I switched my phone to video and held it up like I was taking my selfie. Then I stood real still and waited. Sure enough, Denise came strutting by in all her naked glory.
As soon as she was past the open doorway, I stopped the video and then carefully backed it up until it showed Denise exactly in the doorway. She was even taking an extra-long step so that everything was visible between her legs. Her hair, unfortunately, had flipped slightly forward and obscured her face, but she... and I... would know who it was.
I made sure that the image was clear of anything that looked like a video playing and pressed the buttons to cause a screen capture. There is another way to do that, but I don’t know how to do it. When I checked the captured image, it looked like I had just taken a selfie and “accidentally” caught Denise in the doorway. I posted it and waited for people to notice.
I didn’t expect it to go viral. I really didn’t. But the image got posted all over as a meme with the caption, “What color is that dress? No, not that one, the one in the hallway.”
That night, just before supper, Denise came screaming into my room. “Suzy, you little turd!” she yelled at me. “You intentionally posted that image of me naked.”
I decided to play dumb and said, “What image?”
She grabbed my phone off my dresser. “You still using your home address as your pin number?” she growled as she poked at my phone. Then she smiled and said, “I thought so.”
She had my phone open.
She quickly brought up my original selfie... then the video... and then the screen capture. Why hadn’t I deleted them?
“I thought it was just an accident,” she said angrily, storming across the room. Then she yelled in my face, “But you set me up.”
“Your face isn’t visible,” I stammered out. “No one will know it is you.”
“Everyone knows we live in the same house,” she snarled. “I have had a hundred texts from friends and horny ex-boyfriends asking if it is really me.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think.”
“You never think,” she said angrily. Then she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me downstairs. Mary, Rhea, Judy, and Beth were already in the dining room. It was Rhea’s turn to cook and she had made something red and spicy like she always does.
“We have been betrayed!” Denise screamed at them.
“Yeah,” Judy said, trying not to laugh. “We saw the meme.”
“I say we throw her out of the house,” Denise said harshly.
“No,” I begged. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“How would you do that?” Denise asked angrily with her face only inches from mine.
“Maybe we could punish her,” Beth said.
“Or post naked pictures of her,” Mary added.
“Or both,” Judy added cheerfully.
Denise stood staring at me coldly and then said, “No, let’s do this the old-fashioned way. I think Suzy should be goalie for our practice over at the soccer field tonight.”
“I can reheat this,” Rhea said as she took dinner back into the kitchen.
All five of them play on the college soccer team. I tried out, but didn’t make the cut. There is a practice field in the quad formed by four old-style multi-story dormitories. Denise and Mary literally dragged me out of the house and frog marched me the four blocks over to the practice field. I couldn’t see it at the time, but Beth and Judy were each carrying a duffle bag full of soccer balls that they use for practice. Rhea was carrying a smaller duffle bag that held the nets and the ropes for attaching the nets to the soccer goals.
Evidently there was a lot of extra rope in that bag because when we got to the field, Denise said, “Let’s tie her up in the middle and see how many goals we can get around her.” Then she and Mary, aided by Beth and Judy tied me in a big X in the center of the goal posts. Meanwhile, Rhea was laying out all of the soccer balls on the free kick line.
“I get to go first,” Denise said with a laugh. There were twelve balls lined up and all of them ended up in the goal net. Ten of them hit me on the way in.
Denise did a little victory dance. Then the five of them collected the balls and put them back on the free kick line.
Mary stood at the line looking at me for a long time. Then she said, “She doesn’t look like a goalie. She doesn’t have the right uniform.”
“You’re right,” Denise said loudly. “Goalies don’t wear long pants.”
It was still kind of cool in the evening, so I was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Judy grabbed a large knife from the rope bag and said, “We can fix that.”
She ran over to me, stuck the knife in the bottom of my sweatpants leg and started cutting upward. I think she intended to cut them into shorts. At least that’s what I thought she was going to do. But Denise started chanting, “All the way up! All the way up!”
Soon Mary, Rhea, and Beth joined her, clapping their hands and chanting, “All the way up! All the way up!”
Judy kept cutting with the knife until she cut through the waistband and the sweatpants fell open around my left leg.
“Might as well even it up,” she said and started cutting down the right leg. Soon I was standing there in just my panties and a sweatshirt.
“Now that looks just wrong,” Beth said.
“You’re right!” Denise yelled. Then she came over, took the knife from Judy and slit my sweatshirt down the front, starting at the collar.
“Almost,” she said as she moved to the sleeves and cut each one from the collar down to the wrist. Now I was standing there in just my bra and panties.
“I’m up,” Mary yelled and started kicking soccer balls at me. Mary is nowhere as good as Denise. She only got seven of the balls in the net and none of them hit me on the way in. Four balls, however, hit directly on my legs or stomach and bounced away.
“It looks like you knocked the piss out of her,” Denise said as she walked up to stand directly in front of me. Suddenly there was a strange look on her face as she said slowly, “Or did you?”
She reached down and rubbed her fingers on the gusset of my panties. I must have moaned slightly, because Denise jumped back with a surprised look on her face and yelled out,“She’s getting off on this! She’s wet!”
She leaned in a little closer and said in a sing-song voice, “Is little Suzy getting off showing her body to all the boys in the dorms?”
I just hung my head.
“No, that isn’t it, is it, Suzy?” she said firmly, shaking her head. She rubbed her fingers on my panties once more.
“Maybe it’s the girls?” she said sarcastically.
I looked up at her and she again looked surprised. “Oh,” she said slowly, “it’s one girl.”
I continued to stare up at her. “My God!” Denise said loudly, “We have a little subbie. Suzy fantasizes about becoming someone’s little slave, don’t you, Suzy?”
All I could do was slowly nod my head. My skin was so hot from embarrassment, I thought I was going to burst into flames.
“Who is it that gets you all hot, Suzy?” she said firmly. “Who do you dream of submitting yourself to? Is she up there in the dorms right now watching us?”
I shook my head no.
“Then who is it, little slut?” she said very firmly with her face right up in mine. “Who do you dream of submitting yourself to as their slave?”
I don’t know why I said it. It just sort of slipped out by accident. It was an accident. Really it was. I looked her in the eyes and said, “It’s you... Mistress.”
“That explains a lot,” Mary said. I didn’t realize that they were all standing around behind Denise.
“Shit?!” Denise exclaimed, “She’s serious.”
“Then let’s test her,” Judy said. “Untie her and order her to stand in the middle of the goal with her arms and legs outstretched just like they are now.”
Rhea and Mary quickly untied my arms and legs. Then Denise said firmly, “Slave slut suzy, I am ordering you to stand with your arms and legs like they were when we had you tied up.”
I did and Mary went back to the free kick line. This time, she was good. Very good. All twelve balls ended up in the goal and all twelve of them passed between my legs on the way in. Seven of them hit my legs on the way in and of those, three hit me almost at the top.
“I really wanted to slap that sopping pussy of yours,” she said as she came forward to collect the balls, “but I was afraid it would bounce off and not count as a goal.” Then she reached over and slapped me right between the legs.
I groaned and sort of panted. “God, what a slut!” Beth said as she stepped up to the free kick line.
She also was good, but evidently wasn’t worried about scoring goals. Only two of hers went in the goal and then only because they were slightly low and actually fit between my legs. The other ten struck me squarely on the front of my mons. By the time she was finished, I was rocking back and forth and panting heavily.
Rhea went next. She also aimed for my mons, but only five of her balls even hit me and of those five, only three of them were on target.
Judy was a little better. She hit on target with eight out of twelve. When she had one ball left, I realized that Denise was standing right behind her with her phone out. That twelfth ball was definitely right on target and I nearly lost it. I was gasping and panting and rocking back and forth.
Denise said, “That’s all of us, but I want one more round and we will have to make it fast before campus police show up.”
She handed her phone to Mary and said, “Record this... all of it.”
Then she stepped up to me and said, “Take off the bra and panties.”
I stared at her for what seemed like forever and then said, “Yes, Mistress.”
As I reached to slip my panties down my legs I looked up at the dorms. It looked like there were people in almost every window.
I froze.
“I gave you an order, slave!” Denise growled at me, and I quickly pulled my panties down and stepped out of them.
“Do you know where I am going to hit you, slave suzy?” she asked, almost cheerfully.
“On my mons?” I replied.
“Right place, wrong name,” Denise said. “Try again.”
“On my pussy?” I asked.
“Close, but no cigar. Keep trying.”
“On my cunt?” I said looking down at the ground.
“And it only took three tries,” Denise said mockingly.
Then she lifted my head and asked, “And what is going to happen when the twelfth ball hits you right in the cunt?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
She reached down and lightly stroked my clit. “What have you been building up to every time you got hit there?” she asked, looking me in the eyes.
“An orgasm,” I said softly, again looking back down at the ground.
“That’s right, slave suzy,” she said. “On the twelfth ball... and not before... you are going to have a big noisy orgasm right here in front of everybody.”
I looked up at her with wide, scared eyes.
“Then,” she continued, “you are going to thank me for that orgasm.” She smiled, “In fact, you are going to say loud enough for the video to pick it up. ‘Thank you, Mistress Denise.’ Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mistress Denise,” I answered. When I did, I felt a flood of my juices wet the inside of my thighs.
“Now get in place!” Mistress Denise said harshly and I again stood in a big X in the middle of the goal posts like I had before. But now I was a big NAKED X.
Mistress Denise went back to the free kick line and started kicking the balls at me. She wasn’t trying for a goal now. She was making sure that each one hit me right at the top of my cunt. My clit was throbbing and swollen so the balls were actually hitting it slightly as they struck my body.
By the time she got to the ninth ball I was grunting and groaning and trying real hard to hold back what was building up inside of me. I almost lost it on the tenth ball. Maybe that’s why she kicked the next one so hard. Then she said, “This is the last one, little slut. You can let yourself go as soon as it hits.”
She spent forever carefully positioning the ball. Then she kicked it right on target. I think I even bowed my body slightly forward so it would hit more exactly on my clit.
When it hit, I lost control. I stood there shaking and grunting and crying out, “God! God! God! God!” Then I fell back on the grass and began thrashing and bouncing as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced tore through my body.
When I came to my senses, Denise– now my Mistress Denise– was standing over me. The other girls were standing around us. They had the balls and the ropes... and evidently all of my clothes... put back in the three duffle bags. Mary was still recording with Denise’s phone.
“Thank you, Mistress Denise,” I said shakily.
Mistress Denise cocked her head. There were sirens in the distance. They were that weird European hee-haw type siren that only the campus police use.
“We’d better get going,” she said. “They will be here soon.”
“But I’m naked!” I blurted out.
“Yes, you are,” Judy said with a silly smile. “Just run in the middle of us and no one will notice.”
I don’t know if anyone noticed or not, but I ran in the middle of the group as we jogged the four blocks back to our house. As soon as we got there Mistress Denise said curtly, “Go upstairs and clean yourself up. Then come back down here just like you are now. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mistress Denise,” I said, and then scampered upstairs.
When I got back downstairs, everyone was sitting at the table. Rhea’s spicy red meal was in a pot in the middle of the table. Judy pointed to the empty chair and said, “Sit.”
We ate more or less in silence. At least, I didn’t say anything. Then when everyone was done, my Mistress said, “I think we have some new house rules.”
She pointed around the table and said, “The dinner preparation schedule remains the same, but our new slave cleans up after every meal.”
She gestured out at the other rooms and said, “And slave suzy is responsible for cleaning all of the common areas, including the bathrooms on all floors.”
She smiled at me and said, “Of course, you will be cleaning my room from now on. And I expect it to be kept spotless.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
“And as far as attire,” she continued, looking directly at me, “you are expected to be naked whenever you are in this house.”
“But, Mistress,” I stammered out, “the windows are open down here... And we have guests.”
“They will get used to you,” Mistress said dismissively. “And you will get used to them. If there is something major with too many outsiders, you may beg to be allowed clothing.” She smiled. It was almost a sneer. Then she said, “I might allow that.”
I looked around the table in shock. “If you don’t agree to these rules,” Mistress said firmly, “then we expect you to have all of your things removed from the house by tomorrow night.”
I continued to stare at everyone.
“So,” Mistress said firmly, “do you agree to the rules?”
I gulped several times and finally said, “Yes, Mistress.”
“And one more thing,” she said tapping her fingers on the table as if she were typing. “Tonight, after you clean up the kitchen, you will write out exactly how you became my slave. There are several rather interesting story sites that I read occasionally and I think I know someone who can post your story for me. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
So after I finished cleaning up the entire downstairs, I sat down at my computer and wrote down how I accidently became slave to Mistress Denise.
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Mistress, I hope this is satisfactory.
Your slave, suzy.
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LesbianHello friends, mera naam Neha hai age 28 years aur me married hu. Ye ek real life story jo accidental swapping ti. Meri ye first story hai to isme bahut mistake ho sakti hai aur sath me jo real me hua use ekdum 100% express nahi kar payi to sorry. Apke suggestions, feedbacks, comments please muje mail kare pe. Is incident ke bad se me aur meri husband naye experience ke liye thode bold ho gaye aur different chije try karna chahte hai. Ye ek real incident hai jo kuch time pehle hamara sath hua....
Accidental Momma By Tyrone Slothrop Chapter 1: Sweet Home Toby was crying again. Bobby knew he sounded hungry and he knew Momma was passed out again. He had heard the clinking of glass during the night which indicated she had been drinking again. Bobby got up from his cot, pulled on his last clean T-shirt, tied his hair back and went to get Toby. It was five am and the little guy smiled as soon as he got into his sight. At six months old, Toby knew his brother and always gave...
Accidental Girl Characters: Bob Anderson, also known as Bobby; Ms. Miller - Bob's teacher; Julie Carter - Bobby's girlfriend; Rose Bickford - Julie's landlady; Ms. Abby Matthews; Ms. Barbara Turner, Abby's Administrative Assistant; Hilga, from In Home Nursing; Julie's friends: Cindy, Sandy, Tracy and Brenda; Nurse Bell; Nurse Carol; Mike Austin - Abby's Attorney; Sally, Abby's house keeper and Henry, Abby's driver. Synopsis: When a guy dresses like a girl the rest of the world...
Accidental Heroine Steam room "Ugh! Ugh! Ughhhhhhh!" I turned away from the steroid using weight lifter. I hated these guys that had more muscles than brains and felt making crude sounds as they pumped iron would give them more strength. At six feet two and 225 pounds I was lean and very strong, able to bench press close to 250 pounds with little difficulty. I worked out at the gym regularly and kept myself fit, but I was not like the guy in the corner now flexing in front of the...
Accidental Inheritanceby Loraspa6loraspa6 (a) hotmail.comStory Codes: F/m, M/f, Chastity, MC, BondageLittle did I know what I was in for. I do not regret it, but it was a bit of a surprise.It all started one Friday night, I had been out with a couple of girls from work. At this one bar there stood a man in his thirties waiting for a drink. He was not exactly the best looking man in the room, but he was definitely not the worst either. About 5'10" to 6' in height, a little overweight,...
Accidental Whore A work of fantasy by Wolf Ferret Dear Diary, My name is Linda. I’m 24, have a BA in English Lit and am currently unemployed. I’m starting a diary out of sheer boredom. Let’s begin with a description. 5’4", 130 pounds, shoulder length blond hair, brown eyes, a 33-25-34 body that my lovers have said is very sexy. I lost my virginity the first year of university and have had about 10 lovers since then. I rarely have casual one-night stands – I’ll date a man 2 or 3 times before I...
previously: [Accidental Nude Day Noonie] Though tired, I noted that neither Rita nor Helen had cum yet and I took on the mission to rectify that. I licked and kissed each sweet pussy with a promise to return with my dick ready for them a little later. Safa was already eating Rita's pussy, so I decided to feast on Helen's. Using my agile fingers, I was soon able to navigate thru the extra folds in a fifty-two-year old, healthy looking pussy and find her engorged G spot. She lurched and came...
Okay that I was not expecting. Here I was, sitting on the couch with a young woman who might be the accidental mother of my child and she just kissed me out of nowhere. She had her hand on the back of my head keeping me from breaking the kiss as her tongue forced its way into my mouth and played with my tongue. Her hand moved to my thigh. After a couple minutes she broke the kiss. "There." She said triumphantly. "Now I can't say that I haven't kissed a guy that's seen me naked." She...
Accidental Crossroads: 2. Sammy read him the riot act. I know, I know, I know ... it's trite and does not apply but it's a statement every parent has used in trying to control an unruly kid. So what does the riot act really say? The Act created a mechanism for certain local officials to make a proclamation ordering the dispersal of any group of more than twelve people who were "unlawfully, riotously, and tumultuously assembled together". If the group failed to disperse within one...
Accidental Crossroads: 3. "Who was that?" "Polly Caretaker, Jakob Flintkote's Caretaker," said the ceiling. "Have a seat," The comfy looking leather recliner appeared out of no where. "We're unsure what to do with you. Hungry?" "I could do with a bite," said John. "Preferences?" asked the ceiling. "Can I get a porterhouse steak, aged to perfection and so tender I can cut it with a fork?" Talking to a ceiling ... well ... you know ... I wasn't sure I was sane ... might as...
Accidental Crossroads: 9. After the pig out, John burped. "Thank you," said the ceiling. "That burger was great ... the taste was something I'd had before," said John. "There's this cheese," a piece landed on the desk. It was shot through with green mold. The ceiling said, "Have a sniff. Awful ain't it." "Good god," John said, "I ate that?" "Sort of ... It goes between two patties ... the burger isn't ground like it is on Earth. We shred it ... form it, put the cheese...
Accidental Crossroads: 11. John never said a word about the jeep. He did his best to find the right oil and solvent for the watch. The phone company had to put in 5 poles to run a line..."make that two lines," said John, to the rep when he called from the General Store. A step back here. John was calling his housekeeper by the only name that fit..."Sultry," So ... finally he asked. "What is your name?" She burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" "You have no idea how many times...
Accidental Crossroads: 12 The Powers that Be? Who the fuck are they? Are they the same as the Powers that Be on Cassandra? I'm a mess. The putt-putt of the four cylinder jeep entered in to his thoughts. She's back. Sultry rolled to a stop right by the front steps, practically fell out of the drivers side door and ran up the steps. She crossed the porch, nearly jerked the front screen door off its hinges and hollered, "John! Where are you?" "In the kitchen, Sultry Wench. What's the...
Accidental Crossroads: 14. Some time later, after several rounds of restoratives, John and Cassie were in bed and cuddling. "This is so nice," Cassie wiggled in closer, "If a girl can get a Cassandrian guy in bed ... they don't cuddle. They're not interested in a girl's day. They don't pet or stroke," she shivered as John ran a hand down a silken flank. "Little kisses never happen," John took the hint, she sighed. "This is wonderful." "Well," said the Seven, "The mating...
Accidental Crossroads: 17. "Cassie," John said, "I probably wasn't very honorable in my rescue." "The portal let you through," she said. "It even let the Powers that Be through." "Sam?" "Hello, John." said the healing chamber, "Settle in and get cleaned up." "Take the Powers first," John said, "I need to talk to the arbiter." Sam asked the Powers, "You people coming all at once or you going to separate." "You chose, Sam." "As soon as Karen Entertainer gets out...
Everyone was somewhat surprised by the size of the building that housed the medical supply business but also the fact that it looked closed. However, the open sign was flashing away as they got out of the RV. Cindy had been detailed to babysitting, so she took out some of the little games and toys that the girls had gotten so they could have a little fun. Dan walked up and just opened the door, but then stopped and waited for the rest. He was working hard at being gentlemanly and let the two...
First Slave By captv8td [email protected] 1Angela saw the slight nod from the woman. That was her cue. She stepped forward as she had a dozen other times earlier this evening. This was the last one so it would be her final chore for the evening.She stood behind the girl. They were all so young tonight; beautiful but young. The naked redheaded girl who was fastened to the short post with her wrists cuffed behind her trembled. Angela wished that she could whisper something...
Depending on the severity of the session the Mistress desires, any deadlines or measured pain can be adjusted upward or downward for Her amusement and pleasure. 1. The slave must eat his own cum. To my mind, this is a basic requirement, omitted only when Mistress is feeling merciful. Not only is it very humiliating for most men, performing such an act immediately after coming, when desire and therefore submissiveness is at its lowest level, is difficult for many. Drinking it from a cupped hand...
Evaluation of a toilet slave By: slave matt425The Evaluation BeginsDay 1?Are you ready slave?? It was Friday afternoon, a few hours before dinner time. She and i had been sitting on the couch discussing this and that, catching about life as it had been far too long since our last meeting. Though it had been only been a few weeks, it felt as if a year had passed since i had last been blessed to see Her. ?Yes Mistress K? is all I replied, trying to hide my nervousness. This would be by far...
THE MAKING OF A SLAVE By Betty Noone This is the story of Mark and Jennifer Jenkins. Married for twenty years, Mark was a retired dot-com millionaire at the age of 45. Not Donald Trump rich, but rich enough to do most things he wanted to do. There was a little over ten million dollars in investments which seemed to increase in value each year It furnished the couple with a tidy income of just under $500,000.00 per year. After taxes there was just over $7,000.00 a week, that is...
The Foot SlaveNervously my finger pressed the buzzer, within ten seconds the release mechanism clicked and opened the door, I pushed it ajar and entered a dimly lit hallway, a stair case lay in front of me, leading down to a single ominous black door, I walked down and knocked, ?You may enter? was the quick curt reply.Sheepishly I entered, and closed the door behind me.The room was spacious and painted a matt black with a cold stone floor, recess lights in the ceiling were dimmed to give a low...
Relocation By Choice Part I ?. ?Ladies & Gentlemen, in a few moments from now we would be landing at the Heathrow?.?.? I woke up to a crisp British accentuated English in my cramped economy class seat as my mind slowly recollects bits & pieces of my thoughts.? I check my seat belt and as the aircraft descend gradually I repeat a question to me which I have asked myself a thousand times now? ?Am I sure I want to do this???.? I am reaching London to serve a group of 5 men & 3 women...
......a normal day for slave F. The alarm clock ring at 6.30am....as usual! Slave got out of bed went to the bathroom to shave and wash and do his needs. He wore a plastic chastity belt that allowed him to piss. He was naked with the exception of leather collar, and leather bracelets for wrists and ankles.He began to do exercises with weights and then went to run for 45 minutes . Back home take a bath, then breakfast.After preparing breakfast for Mistress, he waited until 8 o'clock to go in...
Lois Lane: Sex Slave By EchotangoCaught snooping around a warehouse Lois suffers a terrible fate?Chapter One: Capture?And it was confirmed today that Superman will remain away from Earth on a top secret mission for the next three months, the white house said?? Lois Lane listened to the radio and smiled, Superman had left town over a week ago and the twenty-six year old brunette had broken the story three days before and now the radio was finally catching up. She felt like chuckling with glee...
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...
Owned Toilet Slave slave matt425(Note: This is a sequel to ?Evaluation of a Toilet Slave?. For a background of the following story, the reader is encouraged to read ?Evaluation? first). Recollections It had been almost a year since my evaluation and subsequent approval as a contract toilet slave to Mistress K. During that time, a lot had changed. She and I had gone through several designs of a toilet slave bench and I had grown as a slave in terms of my ability to serve Her well and in my...
Soccer Mom SlaveBy: KahiltnaAs she waited in her car, Brenda couldn’t believe she was doing this again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat gave away her apprehension. ?My God?, she thought, ?I’m a happily married mother, what keeps me coming back here?? Brenda was the prototype ?Soccer Mom?. She was 36 years old, married 10 years, with a 9 year old son and 7 year old daughter. Her husband was just what girls dream of, loving, hansom, dedicated to her and the kids and a good...
“I just wanted to kiss you.” I paused, feeling uncertain and vulnerable, “But I was scared if I did, you might hit me.”Gazing at her prone beside me, she looked out in a thousand yard stare.Dismissively as a snort of air could be, her eyes narrowed to focus, “I probably would have, too.”I did not know much about her but that look I understood well. A sultry stare full of determination, her gentle caress travelled from my torso to my stomach and onto my loins. My reaction still had the power...
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