Slavery - Page 15



Mist spiraled through the air, and the chain links that ran under my fingers felt crumbly with rust. It was a typical Oregon evening, minus the rain. My auburn, wavy curls were kissed by the slight breeze and the light of the moon that permeated through the ever-present clouds



I had been serving my master for about a week. One day when I accidentally disobey him, he tells me that I am going to learn what it is like to be punished, to be completely submissive, and the rules as his property. I both loved and feared the idea


Before I moved in, we had a pretty normal sex life. She loved to be on top of me, fucking me. Soon she started to use me to get herself off with my cock and her finger and leaving me hard and dying to cum. After much begging, sometime she would give in, but for a price
sented to him but even yet he might have prevailed had he judged the weight of the shot properly, but he aimed for my head where eight inches higher might have done for me, and instead slowed by the sleeve of my stout leather jerkin the ball merely pierced my upper arm in an explosion of utter agony



Day 2 Part 1 Madame X awoke the next morning, eager to go play with her new slave. She looked into the surveillance monitors from Katie’s room and smiled as the girl stood there helplessly



Her head was swimming, a feeling of been under a big blanket; that dark oppressive warmth. Her body was aching and she took a long slow exhale. She remembered the men and the grappling trying to stop the needle going into her arm, the big crate open and waiting for its cargo



*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. I woke up to the alarm, and quickly shut it off. Jessica slept soundly, looking wonderfully peaceful



STORY I was walking home late one evening and I was thinking "Nikki you stupid girl who walks down a dark ally in the middle of the night while it's pouring rain"
The warm breeze barely made the flags flutter on the tiny Carribean Island where two vacationing university students from Wyoming, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and dark haired brown eyed Jo lay sun bathing in their swimsuits on the seemingly endless sun drenched sandy beach



Phil hurried to the address in the morning. It turned out to be a newsstand. Why had she brought him here? His eyes wandered, as usual, to the top shelf. *** 1983 it was. Summer. Phil wandered into the motel newsstand. He was looking for comic books
Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 4 By Redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity


Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here
Chapter 11 I hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to St. Martin street. From what I have read St. Martin Street is like a red light district. There is a lot of of causal bars there but also there are strip clubs and some brothels. After about a 5 mile cab ride I arrived at St
Wife Customized by Black Lover and Boss "A special thanks to 'mikef52' for Editting" I am Robert 27, my wife Bethany 28. Chapter 1 Situation I am a writer of fiction stories. Beth was my classmate and after a few years, I proposed, and we have been married for 3 years



Sasha hurt all over. Pain was everywhere. It was extremely cold but the pain felt like fire to her body. She hardly noticed the near freezing teperature