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The high-heel shoes I have chosen for them are red. They are open toed, with a bare, open instep, and three and one half-inch stiletto spikes with a locking strap high on the ankle.

Once I have the shoes locked in place, I remove the handcuffs from their ankles, placing them back in my satchel.

Perhaps they appreciate the extra one-quarter inch of relief the soles of the shoes provide to their wrists. Or perhaps they are learning about the fact that I have glued a ...

A slave girl soon realizes the main horror of the discipline hood device.

It is quite a remarkable experience for a slave girl.

Aside from the claustrophobia, the heat, and the blindness, the difficulty of breathing; there is no place for her drool to escape. As disgusting as it is to have saliva streaming down one’s chin with a conventional ball gag, to wear an even larger rubber prod inside a disipline hood is worse when the saliva has little place to go.
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Together we step out of the isolation chamber and with my arm still around her shoulders, I guide her over to a small cabinet near the shower.

She turns her head as I guide her to the door and she stares wantonly at me. I glance at her and next Pretty girl rubs her bare upper torso against me while looking up at me hopefully with big doe like eyes.

Without warning I reach for the strap around her elbows and tightly compress them together to two inches apart as she ...

A fuck slave wears chains.

She knows her collar, Her hair makes the padlock difficult. However she cannot escape the tight confines around her neck.

Is she sexy, well yes, fuckable, of course.

She waits, she is a slave, a slave girl in chains.

A fuck toy.

In chains, a collar around her neck, wrists linked, but ankles free so her legs can be spread………..

My riding crop will teach her how to obey.
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After what seems an indeterminably long wait she suddenly hears a click in the lock. A tall man, a man she has not seen before, steps into the room, barefoot, wearing a white cotton bathrobe.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, he drops his bathrobe to the floor. A naked, bare chest, very muscular, well-endowed male with broad shoulders, long, flowing dark hair, looks around the small room and settles his gaze on aspen who, after over ten months of forced nudity, has never ...

Tracy repeats my words to aspen and aleskia from yesterday.

”Starting today both of you are going to be serviced daily. You don’t need to worry about birth control. You have been under our influence long enough for various drugs to take care of that.

The men who will perform this service for you will vary as will the manner. Most of the staff has been picked for their physical attributes and virility. It is also a privilege accorded to guests.

As female ...

The goal of training a slave girl is to produce a marketable product. A slave girl who will always be submissive and lubricate dependably whenever and wherever her master wishes to use her.

This is a bottom line item. We are talking dollars and cents here. A state of constant arousal is the truest sign of the proper mentality in a female slave.

It is just dawn at my Greek island compound.

We, my staff and of course the slave girls, are buried deep within ...

Her wrists are tied palm to plam behind her back.

She is naked and beautiful as at my request she stands silently before me, a nude girl wondering what I might do next, but she is the slave, so I keep silent.

And WTF, I expect her to be quiet.

I expect her to hold her elbows together behind her back, stick her breasts out towards me, so I can first lick, then bite them and finally place clothespins on them as she complains that I am abusing her. ...

Dressed in black slacks, plain leather loafer shoes without socks and a crisp open neck white dress shirt, I open the door to the cyberspace isolation chamber and quietly step in; the reddish-orange glow immediately envelops me.

She is lying face down on the pillows facing away from me, her hands cuffed behind her back just above her cute round butt. Her legs are bent at the knee, her right foot twisting in the air back and forth slowly. She is also wriggling her toes, as she simply ...

Her mind is chaotic in disbelief.

This kind of thing can not be happening. It should not happen.

It is violating every precept of her life.

She was shopping at the mall.

She does not understand how she got here.

She does not understand how she is tied.

But she is tied up, she can hardly move and she hurts from the ropes encircling her body.

The busy scissors make their first bite. Steadily ...