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.
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!
Part 2
Lisa comes out of the bedroom, wearing her blue teddy with a terrycloth
robe over it. It is belted tight around her waist, as she passes, where her
husband, Peter is sitting at the table with one other guy. She doesn't
know him; but he is one really big dude. Tall and wide, he watches her as she
walks to the bathroom.
The poker game is over for the night, it seems. Looking at the pile
of chips in front of the newcomer and the look on her husband's face, things
didn't go well for him tonight or should she say this morning. It is
The Northern Bay still clogged with thick floes of ice. The late and
extremely cold winter taking it toll on the merchant fleet already as some
ships have failed to negotiate the pressure of the ice on the hulls of the
wooden ships.
The winter also taking it toll of the passes over the mountains to the
East. The usual routes causing delays to all movement, all except one
possibility. A pass to the grassy plains of the herders is the easiest way
for a caravan to go; if you don't consider the hostility of the people. It