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m55uk4younger · 11-05-2021, 04:24 AM

Fuck, fuck she thought.

It was nothing like her fantasy, nothing at all, being an owned sex slave, now with a searing burn on her arse for all to see. She lay on the bed on her belly, cold but even the weight of the duvet increased her pain.

Nobody knew, all my close friends thought I had taken a year out to go travelling, I had quit my job as they wished me well on my travels, then I signed this fucking contract for a whole year! My pussy was ruling my brain for sure.

Sleep was hard, the light filled the room, food, what food, as for water, she cupped her hand and flushed the toilet and drank, disgusting but better than thirst.

Time, she had no idea of time, did it matter, escape was futile, her only escape was sexual orgasm and that had deserted her, she had rubbed herself sore, yet nothing in return.

Submission and sexual slavery had seemed such a great idea when she answered a post online all those months ago, now reality was kicking in and it seemed very scary. Her arse hurt so much, it throbbed in constant pain, a pain that only would be healed in time. Time she had lots of!

The door opened and a tray of food was slid along the floor then the door banged shut again with a slam, a bowl of something gloopy, no spoon, so she eat using her fingers, then her world went into blackness.

She woke to find her nipples now in pain, pierced and connected by chains to her neck collar. worse still her access to any sexual pleasure was now covered in a locked metal contraption, a steel plate covering her vulva, she could piss and shit but nothing else, fuck she thought, fuck.

She counted the food trays as a way of marking time, so far nineteen, the fire in her buttock was decreasing and she could sleep with the duvet on her body. Her one luxury a soft toilet roll had been provided, she was so glad of that!

The tray count got to twenty six, was that twenty six days she thought, she had no concept of time. She washed herself using the water in the toilet, that being her only source of water. Solitude was the hardest part of her life now, she began to talk to herself and answer her own questions.

The door opened, a large screen TV was wheeled into the room and leads run under the door, before it slammed shut again. The TV burst into life, pornography filled the screen, a young woman about her age getting fucked in her mouth, cunt and arse, no sound but she could feel herself getting very moist as she watched and in a way she wanted the woman to be her, more so if the woman was allowed to reach sexual orgasm. Fuck, she thought, she could not even touch herself!

This was torture not pleasure watching and somebody knew this for sure.

To be continued . . . . . . . .

11-05-2021, 04:24 AM	#2
m55uk4younger Distinguished Member Join Date: Apr 2015 Location: UK Posts: 960	Fuck, fuck she thought. It was nothing like her fantasy, nothing at all, being an owned sex slave, now with a searing burn on her arse for all to see. She lay on the bed on her belly, cold but even the weight of the duvet increased her pain. Nobody knew, all my close friends thought I had taken a year out to go travelling, I had quit my job as they wished me well on my travels, then I signed this fucking contract for a whole year! My pussy was ruling my brain for sure. Sleep was hard, the light filled the room, food, what food, as for water, she cupped her hand and flushed the toilet and drank, disgusting but better than thirst. Time, she had no idea of time, did it matter, escape was futile, her only escape was sexual orgasm and that had deserted her, she had rubbed herself sore, yet nothing in return. Submission and sexual slavery had seemed such a great idea when she answered a post online all those months ago, now reality was kicking in and it seemed very scary. Her arse hurt so much, it throbbed in constant pain, a pain that only would be healed in time. Time she had lots of! The door opened and a tray of food was slid along the floor then the door banged shut again with a slam, a bowl of something gloopy, no spoon, so she eat using her fingers, then her world went into blackness. She woke to find her nipples now in pain, pierced and connected by chains to her neck collar. worse still her access to any sexual pleasure was now covered in a locked metal contraption, a steel plate covering her vulva, she could piss and shit but nothing else, fuck she thought, fuck. She counted the food trays as a way of marking time, so far nineteen, the fire in her buttock was decreasing and she could sleep with the duvet on her body. Her one luxury a soft toilet roll had been provided, she was so glad of that! The tray count got to twenty six, was that twenty six days she thought, she had no concept of time. She washed herself using the water in the toilet, that being her only source of water. Solitude was the hardest part of her life now, she began to talk to herself and answer her own questions. The door opened, a large screen TV was wheeled into the room and leads run under the door, before it slammed shut again. The TV burst into life, pornography filled the screen, a young woman about her age getting fucked in her mouth, cunt and arse, no sound but she could feel herself getting very moist as she watched and in a way she wanted the woman to be her, more so if the woman was allowed to reach sexual orgasm. Fuck, she thought, she could not even touch herself! This was torture not pleasure watching and somebody knew this for sure. To be continued . . . . . . . .