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slaveUntil quite recently, my only experience with anything even remotelyresembling D/s was an incident that happened when near the end of my sophomoreyear in college - more than eight years ago. My roommate and I got into anargument about whose turn it was to do some cleaning. I knew it was my turn- and so did she - but I had a date and wanted to leave. We argued andshe got mad and decided that I needed a spanking. Since she was faster, andstronger, I got a good spanking. She took me across her knee, flipped myskirt up, and pulled my panties down. Then she gave me a good, hard spankingthat lasted for what seemed like hours but was, in reality, no more thanfour or five minutes. But it hurt like hell and it was very humiliating.When it was over I was sobbing like a baby and she made it worse byslipping her hand between my legs and discovering that I was very wet. Despitethe evidence, I denied that being spanked had turned me on. But I learnedmy lesson and never attempted to avoid my share of the work.Neither of us mentioned the incident afterward and the school year wasover a few weeks later. I roomed with someone else the following year and onlysaw Jamie a few times after that. After college, I came to New Englandand found a nice job in a small town on the coast. I met a guy after a fewmonths and we dated, decided we liked each other, and got married. I'vebeen married for almost five years now and we have one c***d - a girl whojust turned two. I thought my life was settled and secure, that I was allset. After all, I had a loving husband, a beautiful baby, a nice home, agood job, good neighbors - the American dream. But I began to get restless.I had the feeling that something was missing.I did a lot of thinking, a lot of self-evaluation, a lot ofsoul-searching. And none of it helped a bit. Then, one afternoon, a young woman atwork was talking about her weekend with her boyfriend. She mentioned that he'dspanked her and I said something about spousal abuse. She laughed andsaid, "No, it wasn't like that! He spanked me because I wanted him to - itturns me on." I apologized for jumping to conclusions and we chatted foranother minute or so and then I went back to my desk. Later, as I wasdriving home, I found myself thinking about the look on her face when she talkedabout being spanked. And then I remembered the incident from my collegedays. And it turned me on. I realized that I wanted to try it again. Evenafter picking Jen up at daycare and driving home I was aroused.That night, when Jim and I were finally in bed together, I mentioned thesubject of spankings and was surprised when he showed no interest at all.Over the next week or so I mentioned it again several times and each time heshowed zero interest. Finally, he got mad and told me not to bring it upagain. He said he wasn't a wife abuser and didn't like me talking aboutspankings and such. So I shut up about it and assumed that it wasn't inthe cards for me. Life went on and, to be honest, it was pretty good. A fewmonths passed and then one night when I was at my aerobics class I raninto Jamie, my old roommate from college.Up until now I haven't said anything about my appearance. I'm certainlynot beautiful and it's a stretch to even call be pretty. I'm average ormaybe a little above tipobet365 yeni giriş average. My husband describes me as `quietlyattractive', meaning I suppose that you have to look more than once to realize thatI'm not plain. I'm 5'6", 122 pounds, and have light brown hair andbrown eyes. I have a nice figure (34c-26-34) and very nice legs. I work hardto stay in shape. I go to aerobics 2-3 times a week, run most mornings,and lift weights with my husband a couple of times a week. The night I raninto Jamie was a hot night in late July. I was wearing a crop top over asports bra, cotton panties, nylon jogging shorts, socks, and my favoritepair of Reeboks.I was on my way into the class when I heard someone call my name. Iturned around and saw a tall blonde standing near the entrance to the lockerroom. It took me a moment to realize who it was. Jamie hadn't changed allthat much, but I hadn't seen her in years and I wasn't expecting to see herever again. She was even prettier than she'd been in college and she'dbeen very pretty back then. She smiled as I walked over and held her handout. We shook hands and did the usual `How have you been' ritual. Fromthe way she was dressed it was obvious that she wasn't at the club for theaerobics class. I asked her how she happened to be there and she said she'djust taken over the club and two others in nearby towns. "I'm on a tourof inspection you might say. I'm trying to decide which club to make myheadquarters."We chatted for a couple of minutes and then I went to my class. Wearranged to meet afterwards and talk. I hadn't planned to shower at the clubthat night, so I was pretty sweaty when I walked out of class and found Jamiewaiting for me. We sat down on a bench near the door and talked, catchingup on old times. After we'd been talking for a while she smiled and askedif I remembered `the night'. I blushed and whispered, "Yes, I do. Veryvividly." Then I glanced at her and asked if she'd spanked anyonelately. She grinned and shook her head. "No, not lately. Why? Do you knowsomeone who needs one?"I hesitated, nodded, then whispered, "Yes, me."She was silent for a moment. "Are you serious?""Yes, very." I glanced away, unable to look her in the eye."It would be more now, much more. I'm into heavy D/s. I had to give upmy slave when I came east to buy the clubs. She couldn't leave California,her mother is ill. I want a replacement. Are you willing to be a slave?What would your husband think?""He could never know," I whispered, answering her questions out of order."But, yes, I think I'd like to be a slave. It would be nice not tohave to make decisions. Only do as I'm told." My voice trailed off becauseshe was shaking her head."It would never work. He'd find out. And I'm talking heavy D/s. Realslavery. Pain, humiliation, discipline. I'd mark you. Change you.Subjugate you. You'd live and work her at the club. I'd have you pierced. Maybebranded. I don't think you're ready for that. Are you?"I shook my head. "No, I'm not. I don't know if I ever would be readyfor that type of relationship." I paused. "Will you spank me anyway?Please?"She nodded and got to her feet. "Come with me to the office."I followed her into the administrative office and across it to her privateoffice in the back. Once tipobet365 giriş inside, she locked the door and told me remove myclothes, all except my socks. I took my shoes off and slowly undressed.I hadn't bargained on having to strip, but it didn't bother me too much.When I was finished, she looked me over slowly and said, "You're in greatshape. You have a fine body. I really wish I could enslave you." Thenshe opened a drawer in her desk and took out a leather strap about 20" longand 3" wide. She also brought out a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag. Istared at them in fascination. "I'm going to spank you hard, very hard, soyou need to be cuffed and gagged. Any objections?"I shook my head, too scared to speak. I felt like crying already. But Iwas also very excited. She cuffed my hands behind my back and I opened mymouth for the gag. When it was in, she tied the leather thongs togetherbehind my neck. Then she had me stand in front of her desk, pressed againstit. "Bend over the desk until your upper body is parallel to it, but makesure your nipples are not touching the top of the desk." I did asinstructed. "I'm going to give you thirty hard strokes. If you move I startover. Understand?" I glanced back at her and nodded.Then it started. I heard the `swisssssh' and then the strap cut across mybuttocks. The pain was instantaneous and incredibly bad! I screamed intothe gag, tears running down my cheeks. But I didn't move. Not then andnot later. I danced from foot to foot and screamed my guts out, but I didn't move. If I hadn't been gagged I would have begged for mercy. It wasterrible. The absolute worst experience of my life. When it was over sheremoved the gag, but left me cuffed. I stood there sobbing, tears streamingdown my face. She asked me if I wanted another 20 or 30. I stared ather in horror and said, "No, oh god no! I couldn't take it."She nodded. "Are you wet?" As she spoke, she slipped her hand betweenmy legs and discovered the truth for herself. I was sopping. She held herhand up so I could see her finger covered with my secretions. "I think youwant another 20 or 30. Otherwise, you'd be down on your knees begging me tomasturbate you instead."I immediately dropped to my knees and began to beg. "Please don't whip meagain. Please. Will you masturbate me instead? Please, Jamie, pleasemasturbate me. Oh, god! I'm begging. Please don't whip me!" She grinned."Down on your belly slut. Lick the tips of my pumps and admit what youare."I rolled onto my left hip and eased myself down onto my belly. It washard with my hands cuffed behind my back, but I did it. I inched over to heron my belly and licked the tips of her pumps. She crouched and grabbed ahandful of my hair, jerking my head up until we were staring into each other's eyes. "What are you?" Her voice was harsh and demanding."I'm a slut," I whispered.She slapped me. "Yes you are, but that's not the answer I want.""I'm a slave."Another slap. "Go on, continue.""I'm a nude slave. Your nude slave. Your slut. Your nude slut."Another hard slap. "Are you wet?" I nodded. "What does that make you?"I thought for a moment, groping for the answer she wanted. The slaps hurtand I was crying again. She smiled and slapped me again. "I like itwhen you cry." Another slap. "Answer tipobet365 güvenilirmi me!""I'm a wet cunt. I'm a nude, wet-cunt slave. A nude bitch-slut." I wasin pain, sobbing, humiliated, and very very aroused. More aroused than I'dever been in my entire life.She released my hair after giving it a good hard tug. Then she stood upand kicked her shoes off. I struggled up to my knees and she kicked me inthe belly, driving the breath out of me. As I writhed on the floor, gaspingfor breath, she unlocked the cuffs and tossed them aside. "Get up and getout! Go home to your husband and your daughter. You'd never make it as aslave." The contempt in her voice cut me like a knife. I got dressedand turned to leave. She called my name and I turned toward her, staring ather feet. "Look at me you sniveling bitch!" I glanced up and she spat inmy face. I turned and groped for the door knob, sobbing, totallyhumiliated. I found my car somehow and drove around for almost an hour beforegoing home.When I got home, Jim was angry and worried because I was so late.He realized I'd been crying and demanded to know what was going on.He kept after me and I finally told him. "You wouldn't spank me. TonightI met an old friend from college and she obliged me. And I loved it!She wants to have me as her slave!"Jim stared at me in silence for a long moment. "Get your fucking clothesoff. Now!"I hesitated and he punched me in the belly. I sank to my knees and hecrouched and stripped me. When he saw the strap marks on my buttocks hepunched me again, this time between my legs. I screamed and rolled into a tightball. He grabbed me and dragged me to the door. He threw me out on thesteps. Then he went and got my clothes and purse and tossed them out ontothe grass. "Get your ass out of here, cunt! Get a lawyer! Don't evercome back or I'll kill you!"I got dressed as quickly as I could. When I rummaged through my purse Ifound that he'd taken my car keys and my money. I hesitated and then startedwalking. I walked all the way back to the club, almost six miles. By thetime I got there it was after midnight and the club was long closed. Butthere was an emergency number on the door and I called it. It took acouple of calls, but I finally got in touch with Jamie. She was staying in arented house a couple of miles from the club. I told her what had happenedand she drove down to pick me up. There was no sympathy. Not then. Shetold me that I had a choice to make. I could submit and become her slave orshe'd loan me some money and drive me to a hotel. She pointed across theparking lot. "There's a dumpster there. Either walk over there and throweverything into it, clothes, purse, and shoes. Or go and get into my vanand I'll take you to a hotel."I glanced at her and started walking toward the van. Then I veered awayand walked over to the dumpster. I heard the van start up as I tossed mypurse into the dumpster. All my identification - my identity - went with thepurse. I stripped and tossed my clothes in. Jamie was leaning against thevan when I turned away from the dumpster. I walked over and dropped to myknees in front of her. She crouched and we stared into each other's eyes."Are you sure?" I hesitated, and then nodded. She reached into herpocket and took out a leather collar. She handed it to me and straightenedup. I glanced up and stared into her eyes as I fastened the collar around myneck. Then she handed me a Master padlock and I locked the collar withit. I got down on my belly and licked her shoes in submission, embarkingupon my life of slavery.The End.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.307	slave `En Ateşli Sex İçin Arayın 0023780009232` slaveUntil quite recently, my only experience with anything even remotelyresembling D/s was an incident that happened when near the end of my sophomoreyear in college - more than eight years ago. My roommate and I got into anargument about whose turn it was to do some cleaning. I knew it was my turn- and so did she - but I had a date and wanted to leave. We argued andshe got mad and decided that I needed a spanking. Since she was faster, andstronger, I got a good spanking. She took me across her knee, flipped myskirt up, and pulled my panties down. Then she gave me a good, hard spankingthat lasted for what seemed like hours but was, in reality, no more thanfour or five minutes. But it hurt like hell and it was very humiliating.When it was over I was sobbing like a baby and she made it worse byslipping her hand between my legs and discovering that I was very wet. Despitethe evidence, I denied that being spanked had turned me on. But I learnedmy lesson and never attempted to avoid my share of the work.Neither of us mentioned the incident afterward and the school year wasover a few weeks later. I roomed with someone else the following year and onlysaw Jamie a few times after that. After college, I came to New Englandand found a nice job in a small town on the coast. I met a guy after a fewmonths and we dated, decided we liked each other, and got married. I'vebeen married for almost five years now and we have one c***d - a girl whojust turned two. I thought my life was settled and secure, that I was allset. After all, I had a loving husband, a beautiful baby, a nice home, agood job, good neighbors - the American dream. But I began to get restless.I had the feeling that something was missing.I did a lot of thinking, a lot of self-evaluation, a lot ofsoul-searching. And none of it helped a bit. Then, one afternoon, a young woman atwork was talking about her weekend with her boyfriend. She mentioned that he'dspanked her and I said something about spousal abuse. She laughed andsaid, "No, it wasn't like that! He spanked me because I wanted him to - itturns me on." I apologized for jumping to conclusions and we chatted foranother minute or so and then I went back to my desk. Later, as I wasdriving home, I found myself thinking about the look on her face when she talkedabout being spanked. And then I remembered the incident from my collegedays. And it turned me on. I realized that I wanted to try it again. Evenafter picking Jen up at daycare and driving home I was aroused.That night, when Jim and I were finally in bed together, I mentioned thesubject of spankings and was surprised when he showed no interest at all.Over the next week or so I mentioned it again several times and each time heshowed zero interest. Finally, he got mad and told me not to bring it upagain. He said he wasn't a wife abuser and didn't like me talking aboutspankings and such. So I shut up about it and assumed that it wasn't inthe cards for me. Life went on and, to be honest, it was pretty good. A fewmonths passed and then one night when I was at my aerobics class I raninto Jamie, my old roommate from college.Up until now I haven't said anything about my appearance. I'm certainlynot beautiful and it's a stretch to even call be pretty. I'm average ormaybe a little above tipobet365 yeni giriş average. My husband describes me as `quietlyattractive', meaning I suppose that you have to look more than once to realize thatI'm not plain. I'm 5'6", 122 pounds, and have light brown hair andbrown eyes. I have a nice figure (34c-26-34) and very nice legs. I work hardto stay in shape. I go to aerobics 2-3 times a week, run most mornings,and lift weights with my husband a couple of times a week. The night I raninto Jamie was a hot night in late July. I was wearing a crop top over asports bra, cotton panties, nylon jogging shorts, socks, and my favoritepair of Reeboks.I was on my way into the class when I heard someone call my name. Iturned around and saw a tall blonde standing near the entrance to the lockerroom. It took me a moment to realize who it was. Jamie hadn't changed allthat much, but I hadn't seen her in years and I wasn't expecting to see herever again. She was even prettier than she'd been in college and she'dbeen very pretty back then. She smiled as I walked over and held her handout. We shook hands and did the usual `How have you been' ritual. Fromthe way she was dressed it was obvious that she wasn't at the club for theaerobics class. I asked her how she happened to be there and she said she'djust taken over the club and two others in nearby towns. "I'm on a tourof inspection you might say. I'm trying to decide which club to make myheadquarters."We chatted for a couple of minutes and then I went to my class. Wearranged to meet afterwards and talk. I hadn't planned to shower at the clubthat night, so I was pretty sweaty when I walked out of class and found Jamiewaiting for me. We sat down on a bench near the door and talked, catchingup on old times. After we'd been talking for a while she smiled and askedif I remembered `the night'. I blushed and whispered, "Yes, I do. Veryvividly." Then I glanced at her and asked if she'd spanked anyonelately. She grinned and shook her head. "No, not lately. Why? Do you knowsomeone who needs one?"I hesitated, nodded, then whispered, "Yes, me."She was silent for a moment. "Are you serious?""Yes, very." I glanced away, unable to look her in the eye."It would be more now, much more. I'm into heavy D/s. I had to give upmy slave when I came east to buy the clubs. She couldn't leave California,her mother is ill. I want a replacement. Are you willing to be a slave?What would your husband think?""He could never know," I whispered, answering her questions out of order."But, yes, I think I'd like to be a slave. It would be nice not tohave to make decisions. Only do as I'm told." My voice trailed off becauseshe was shaking her head."It would never work. He'd find out. And I'm talking heavy D/s. Realslavery. Pain, humiliation, discipline. I'd mark you. Change you.Subjugate you. You'd live and work her at the club. I'd have you pierced. Maybebranded. I don't think you're ready for that. Are you?"I shook my head. "No, I'm not. I don't know if I ever would be readyfor that type of relationship." I paused. "Will you spank me anyway?Please?"She nodded and got to her feet. "Come with me to the office."I followed her into the administrative office and across it to her privateoffice in the back. Once tipobet365 giriş inside, she locked the door and told me remove myclothes, all except my socks. I took my shoes off and slowly undressed.I hadn't bargained on having to strip, but it didn't bother me too much.When I was finished, she looked me over slowly and said, "You're in greatshape. You have a fine body. I really wish I could enslave you." Thenshe opened a drawer in her desk and took out a leather strap about 20" longand 3" wide. She also brought out a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag. Istared at them in fascination. "I'm going to spank you hard, very hard, soyou need to be cuffed and gagged. Any objections?"I shook my head, too scared to speak. I felt like crying already. But Iwas also very excited. She cuffed my hands behind my back and I opened mymouth for the gag. When it was in, she tied the leather thongs togetherbehind my neck. Then she had me stand in front of her desk, pressed againstit. "Bend over the desk until your upper body is parallel to it, but makesure your nipples are not touching the top of the desk." I did asinstructed. "I'm going to give you thirty hard strokes. If you move I startover. Understand?" I glanced back at her and nodded.Then it started. I heard the `swisssssh' and then the strap cut across mybuttocks. The pain was instantaneous and incredibly bad! I screamed intothe gag, tears running down my cheeks. But I didn't move. Not then andnot later. I danced from foot to foot and screamed my guts out, but I didn't move. If I hadn't been gagged I would have begged for mercy. It wasterrible. The absolute worst experience of my life. When it was over sheremoved the gag, but left me cuffed. I stood there sobbing, tears streamingdown my face. She asked me if I wanted another 20 or 30. I stared ather in horror and said, "No, oh god no! I couldn't take it."She nodded. "Are you wet?" As she spoke, she slipped her hand betweenmy legs and discovered the truth for herself. I was sopping. She held herhand up so I could see her finger covered with my secretions. "I think youwant another 20 or 30. Otherwise, you'd be down on your knees begging me tomasturbate you instead."I immediately dropped to my knees and began to beg. "Please don't whip meagain. Please. Will you masturbate me instead? Please, Jamie, pleasemasturbate me. Oh, god! I'm begging. Please don't whip me!" She grinned."Down on your belly slut. Lick the tips of my pumps and admit what youare."I rolled onto my left hip and eased myself down onto my belly. It washard with my hands cuffed behind my back, but I did it. I inched over to heron my belly and licked the tips of her pumps. She crouched and grabbed ahandful of my hair, jerking my head up until we were staring into each other's eyes. "What are you?" Her voice was harsh and demanding."I'm a slut," I whispered.She slapped me. "Yes you are, but that's not the answer I want.""I'm a slave."Another slap. "Go on, continue.""I'm a nude slave. Your nude slave. Your slut. Your nude slut."Another hard slap. "Are you wet?" I nodded. "What does that make you?"I thought for a moment, groping for the answer she wanted. The slaps hurtand I was crying again. She smiled and slapped me again. "I like itwhen you cry." Another slap. "Answer tipobet365 güvenilirmi me!""I'm a wet cunt. I'm a nude, wet-cunt slave. A nude bitch-slut." I wasin pain, sobbing, humiliated, and very very aroused. More aroused than I'dever been in my entire life.She released my hair after giving it a good hard tug. Then she stood upand kicked her shoes off. I struggled up to my knees and she kicked me inthe belly, driving the breath out of me. As I writhed on the floor, gaspingfor breath, she unlocked the cuffs and tossed them aside. "Get up and getout! Go home to your husband and your daughter. You'd never make it as aslave." The contempt in her voice cut me like a knife. I got dressedand turned to leave. She called my name and I turned toward her, staring ather feet. "Look at me you sniveling bitch!" I glanced up and she spat inmy face. I turned and groped for the door knob, sobbing, totallyhumiliated. I found my car somehow and drove around for almost an hour beforegoing home.When I got home, Jim was angry and worried because I was so late.He realized I'd been crying and demanded to know what was going on.He kept after me and I finally told him. "You wouldn't spank me. TonightI met an old friend from college and she obliged me. And I loved it!She wants to have me as her slave!"Jim stared at me in silence for a long moment. "Get your fucking clothesoff. Now!"I hesitated and he punched me in the belly. I sank to my knees and hecrouched and stripped me. When he saw the strap marks on my buttocks hepunched me again, this time between my legs. I screamed and rolled into a tightball. He grabbed me and dragged me to the door. He threw me out on thesteps. Then he went and got my clothes and purse and tossed them out ontothe grass. "Get your ass out of here, cunt! Get a lawyer! Don't evercome back or I'll kill you!"I got dressed as quickly as I could. When I rummaged through my purse Ifound that he'd taken my car keys and my money. I hesitated and then startedwalking. I walked all the way back to the club, almost six miles. By thetime I got there it was after midnight and the club was long closed. Butthere was an emergency number on the door and I called it. It took acouple of calls, but I finally got in touch with Jamie. She was staying in arented house a couple of miles from the club. I told her what had happenedand she drove down to pick me up. There was no sympathy. Not then. Shetold me that I had a choice to make. I could submit and become her slave orshe'd loan me some money and drive me to a hotel. She pointed across theparking lot. "There's a dumpster there. Either walk over there and throweverything into it, clothes, purse, and shoes. Or go and get into my vanand I'll take you to a hotel."I glanced at her and started walking toward the van. Then I veered awayand walked over to the dumpster. I heard the van start up as I tossed mypurse into the dumpster. All my identification - my identity - went with thepurse. I stripped and tossed my clothes in. Jamie was leaning against thevan when I turned away from the dumpster. I walked over and dropped to myknees in front of her. She crouched and we stared into each other's eyes."Are you sure?" I hesitated, and then nodded. She reached into herpocket and took out a leather collar. She handed it to me and straightenedup. I glanced up and stared into her eyes as I fastened the collar around myneck. Then she handed me a Master padlock and I locked the collar withit. I got down on my belly and licked her shoes in submission, embarkingupon my life of slavery.The End.