Training A Slave Provided By: BDSM Library www.bdsmlibrary.com
Synopsis: A young girl submits herself to be trained as a slave (based on a true story). Training A Slave Part 1
My wife and I have had a rather strange relationship for the past three out of four years of marriage. She's very attractive, in fact built like the proverbial brick house. She's 5'6” tall, 128 lb. with firm breasts to drool over (40DD), narrow waist and flat stomach, and a wonderful round ass. She has long, kinky-curled brown hair and smooth, fair skin, too. Dynamite. So, obviously, her looks aren't the problem. I am. I've been so caught up in work - 60 to 70 hours a week - that, after our first year of marriage, I really began ignoring her.
It had sounded like a great idea, a long weekend of camping in Canada's Algonquin Park. While it was quite a drive and not Karen's first overnight camping trip, it was her first trip with the new friends she'd met since she and her family had moved here.
It had taken a little time for the shy 18 year-old to settle in with the new crowd at her college. Having Bobby ask her out had changed all that. Bobby was one of the more popular guys at school and as soon as Bobby had taken an interest, Karen had found herself hanging with the "in" crowd during and after school.
Hot, sexy, naughty Chloe gets punished by her mom for getting bad grades.
We've gone over to Jon's one evening. Susan is out of town, and we decided to keep Jon company. He made dinner for us, and we brought some good German beer. I've had a few glasses of wine with dinner. After dinner, we're sitting in the living room, just talking, some about art, some about people you & Jon know. It was a long week for all of us and its nice to chat with friends and relax. Everyone feels very calm, although you suspect there is some undercurrent of sexual tension. You had teased me before we left home, and now, after dinner, you notice my nipples through my shirt.
XIX.
Der nächste Tag war endlich Ferien und ich konnte ausschlafen.
Ahmed hatte mich gestern Abend nach Hause gefahren und mich drei Häuser vor meinem Elternhaus aus dem Kofferraum gelassen, die Handschellen aufgemacht und meine Klamotten auf die Straße geworfen, von wo ich sie schnell aufhob, anzog und nach Hause rannte.
Als ich am nächsten Morgen gegen 10 Uhr aufwachte schmerzten meine Glieder, ich nahm mein Handy und hatte eine WA im „Schlampen“ Chat, den Ben für mich eingerichtet hatte.
Ich, Ahmed, Steffi, Ebru, Ben und Fatma konnten nun mitlesen.
XVIII
Am nächsten Abend, der Tag über war schrecklich, ich war dank dem Klitrohr dauernd hoch Geil und konnte nichts dagegen tun - traf ich mich um 20 Uhr mit Fatma im Enchilada in der Gabelsbergerstraße, dort aßen wir zwei.
Und unterhielten uns, Fatma wollte ganz genau wissen, wie das Klitrohr sich so anfühlt und ob es Geil ist, es zu tragen.
This is a Femdom story and involves an unmerciful Mistress and Her Friend, as they teach Her slave the importance of Obeying Her every word!
Laura looked in the mirror and inspected her outfit. The PVC dress that Mark had bought for her was so brief it showed off her stocking tops, and so low cut that her breasts were in danger of falling out, especially when she leaned forward.
Still, he had insisted that she wear it, and she knew not to disobey his orders.
I dozed off in the seat as Master watched me. I am still handcuffed and my nipples exposed under his jacket but he is pleased with me.
'Mmmm' he mutters to himself as he settles back in his seat.
Jenny my Darling, time to wake up...'
Ding, Ding, the seat belt sign is on and we are coming in to land. The Stewardess' are walking up and down the aisle and I am anxiously looking at Master.
He smiles and reassures me that all is OK.