VISIT CLEOPATRADOM AND BE HER SMALL LOSER SERVANT SLAVE
Imagine… Five large black men bring you, struggling, to a basement space. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It can be pitch black. Slowly, you really feel your way close to, to see where you’re, to look for escape. The first factor you notice could be the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren’t flat. You crawl. You will discover hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you can find places molded into the space to sit. And God knows what else… There is usually a toilet from the space. And also a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is within the middle. Hours pass…
A small spotlight comes on. When you struggle to your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored and also the walls are covered with small recesses. Spots to attach ropes..
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“She has been left alone and in darkness?”
“For two days with just toilet water, as you directed.” I’ve never trained a woman ahead of, but I are already hired to train you. I was recruited mainly because I developed methods for breaking wild horses in an impossibly short time. Riding them in hours rather than weeks. I turn on the observation light and examine you through the one-way glass. When you struggle for your feet, I silently admire your ass and your tits. I’m gonna enjoy riding you. I turn the light off, returning you to total dark
You’ve got had no human contact for a extended time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower does not work, and you’re desperately hungry. For days you happen to be drinking through the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound on the outer door being unlocked. Your heart starts to pound as the paddle locks pop and the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as an outer doorway is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked once more. Even now no one is in the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole within the front door opens with a solid thud. He’s searching at you. The peephole closes prior to the man enters. The diffuse terror you could have felt has a form: you are not alone! He carries a whip, and even though he does not flash it you might be extremely aware of it. You shrink away, afraid of the man and his whip. He closes the distance gradually, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand begins to reach out you back away, then run. Without a word he begins whipping. “No!” You stumble across the area, followed closely by your tormentor. He does not hurry, he does not need to. The reach on the whip permits him to walk a a great deal smaller circle nearer the center from the room. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but usually. Particularly your ass. Slowly it is pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly ahead of you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel oneself for the next blow, but it by no means comes.
“Stand.” He’s still carrying the whip, and you also do it with caution. Still weakened from running, it’s a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover your self, you stand naked ahead of him. “Stay.” He moves all-around you, behind you. Touching your back again and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and also you bolt. He’s on you instantly, whipping you like previous to. It does not take lengthy for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves close to behind you, and again his hand in your back again starts the directive. “Bend.” You want to run, but you know that you’ll only be whipped. You obey. You bend at the waist as his hand guides you. He greases your asshole, touches a dildo for your ass, then slowly presses it into you. The hand in your back again insists that you remain however. You remain extremely nonetheless. He has broken you. In much less than an hour. The lights come up in the observation room and you see that the mirrors have men and women behind them. You can’t hear them, but you see them. They’re applauding. Since the man leaves you hear them by means of the open doorway:
“That’s incredible. Three commands along with a penetration in less than an hour!”
“When will she be ready?”
“$50,000 for one night with her.”
The door shuts, and yet again it really is silent, and dark because the inner door is latched, then the outer doorway. A cold shower begins as you stand with the dildo nonetheless up your ass. You’re left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?
This day begins since the others. Music wakens you. After toileting could be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a extended hot bath. The last factor you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be sure. Your most private place, though, you take significantly far more care with. A extremely close shave there. Should not be caught with stubble in your sex. That you are prepared. It’s 10 AM.
Music begins and the spotlights come on. It’s time. Your heart pounds, but instead of waiting, terrified, as you did weeks ago, you rush toward the front door, to the examination table. The table, just feet from the door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading your self as you’ve been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch each and every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, plus a front door you’ve only seen once slams solidly shut. Still no 1 is inside the dungeon with you. He’s behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting. The thud with the peephole is nevertheless loud in your mind when you really feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis from the table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection…
VISIT CLEOPATRADOM AND BE HER SMALL LOSER SERVANT SLAVE
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