Slavery

Part VI

Pulling on the rope encircling and lifting her wrists overhead for the umpteenth time, Lisa knew she was to thoroughly tied to escape, even if she wanted to. For almost two full years now, her and Wanda had been practicing bondage games and during those two years they had both become very proficient at their bondage. Each greatly enjoying the pleasures of both dominant and submissive roles, though Wanda had a much better flair at being dominant.

Part V

Naked, gagged, collared, wrists handcuffed behind her back and locked to a D-ring attached her belt, Kim was lead from her bedroom. A willing slave to Wanda, her new found mistress, who pulled on the leash attached to Kim's collar and like an obedient puppy she followed.

Part IV

Part III

      A prisoner not only to her self applied bondage but the cravings for her denied orgasm, Kim struggled in earnest. Not for escape, but for that undeniable, dreamlike feeling of utopia. Her unbroken thoughts and active imagination brought her across many highways of fantasy, from being a bound captive to her stepdaughter's desires to being an abducted princess. No longer conscious of her surroundings, all her thoughts, desires and energy were directed towards her one goal.

 Chapter 5

    "Let's go, on your feet," I said, motioning for her to rise. She didn't
stand, but instead lowered her head, looked down at each breast, and
wiggled her breasts back and forth. She wanted me to pull her up by the
nipples.

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

   The slave jumped to her feet to lessen the considerable pain I was
causing to her tender nipples. I let go of her when she was standing, and
assessed the marks I had earlier made on her breasts. On each breast there
were three bright red lines, one of which crossed the nipple, but no broken
skin - just what I had intended.

                              Chapter 2

   I left the slave waiting on her knees for an hour. I wanted to build
her anticipation for what was coming next, and let her continue practicing
the patience she had demonstrated in the waiting room.

I have to say up front that I did not marry for money. Although it is nice that my husband is wealthy, it was this amazingly kind, loving and energetic man and his shy 16 year-old daughter that was the true attraction. They both have captured my heart and I would do anything for them. Which is how I got into my humiliating predicament.

 By Speech Master

I am dabbing my leaking sex with yet another tissue. To be honest, I go through 1-2 boxes per day. Otherwise, I would soak the expensive leather chair with a dripping puddle. I have to be careful when drying myself, though, because I have a hair-trigger clit. One touch would set me off into the most intense and desperately needed orgasm in the history of womankind. But an orgasm now would cost me millions of dollars. My Owner has teased me without release for over two months. If I can clear my head for a few minutes, I should explain.