Slave Girls

She was a gifted young software designer who happened to work part time as a nude dancer.

One hour before her level-3 sleep period is to end, I enter her cell with a head harness training ball gag and the Single Sleeve Glove.

Very soon after this, she is led to me by a silver chain locked to her collar like a struggling mare.

This twenty-two year old girl's three-inch high heels tap out their staccato sound on the hardwood floor announcing her arrival ...

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 ...