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I was once again home alone, despite being hurt.
My son needed new pants and Suzy took him to the mall. Right before she left, Jill asked if she could tag along, explaining she needed some art supplies to paint the mural she promised to my daughter.
Lindsey had barely recovered from her triple play when she learned she already had a new customer.
She had rested a little in the client’s bath after he was gone but she still felt a little overwhelmed by the few hours she had spent in his company.
I learned a few years ago from a sexologist that men usually have a primary fantasy they need in order to function sexually.
The mirrored door opened, showing him with his bath robe. He ordered me to close my eyes, and I heard him entering slowly the water.
After my bath, I put on the evening dress I had bought for Patrick, making sure not to put any underwear.
When I woke up in Tim’s bed, I was alone. Confused, I slowly sat on the side of the bed to regain my grasp on the previous night’s events.
There are three main types of space ships. Shuttles are only used for carrying people between the ground and a space station. They were generally rather smaller and completely entered inside space port docking stations.
I wake up first but quickly realized that a comforter had been placed over our naked bodies.
It was the one from my room and I wondered where it had came from and how it arrived on top of us.
Because of my new writing strategy announced 2 weeks ago, my schedules stories are no longer set in stone.
Not too long after Jeff left, I heard another set of footsteps. A man was grumbling “Oh, what are you up to this year”. I heard the lock open. The cover was lifted, I jumped on my feet and French kissed the old man, presumably my master. I thought that he would like the idea.
I woke up before Patrick and promptly left the master bedroom, still naked.
I knew I could wear clothes, but I didn’t know where to get them and preferred to simply wander to one of the common bathrooms to empty my bladder.
Tim and I ran to his room. We both had experimentation we wanted to do and the sooner we could get it done the better it would be.
My parents are rich. Filthy rich. To the point where it is completely insane.
While I was growing up, I didn’t always realize it, but as I matured, I came into contact with kids who didn’t have private tutors.
Anna had always been the most sexual of the girls and I wasn’t surprised that she was the first one to kiss me.
If you read all my stories, you’ll notice the presence of chastity belts suddenly occurring in 2 of my serials and it will eventually appear for Susanna in perhaps a year or two of weekly serialization.
In the Morning, I woke up first: This time, she was the one spooning me. She had her delicate hand between my naked breasts. She was holding me so tight that I could feel her small nipples hitting trough the fabric of her night gown against my back.
I was falling asleep in my masters’ bed when still naked Patrick came back with a big box.
Emily sat up on the bed, resting her back on the headboard of their bed. She looked nervous, so I sat up next to her and pressed once more my body next to hers.
It didn’t take long before the scene was reset. The bed sheets were removed and fresh ones were put in place.
The taxi ride home wasn’t as expensive as I thought, and as soon as I was home, I installed myself on the sofa with plenty of ice to reduce the inflammation.
Soon enough, Anna, Julie and I were the only three remaining members of the party leaving us with a room filled with plastic glasses, empty beer bottles and half empty baskets of chips and pretzels.
With Lizzie and Sam, I decided to change my strategy. I wrote 3 chapters of Lizzie in a row and 2 chapters of Sam instead of alternating between my stories.
I waited a few minutes, and I heard the door open behind me.
A middle-aged woman started talking
“So here is the little bitch I just bought”
Susanna lives in a world where every teenager, from the age of 19 to the age of 21, is a slave. Susanna was sold as a Class S (sexual) slave in an auction on her birthday and we can follow her adventures which are published every Friday.
The basics of Harmony were laid down in 2005 but the story notes were too restrictive and prevented me from moving the story forward until I decided to vastly change the story to open it up. The basic idea was a rich girl in the future forced by her parents to study in a poor university on another planet so that she would learn humility. I had notes on over 20 of her classmates and found the setting simply too vast for my writing skills.
Supper was pleasant and both Patrick and Emily had made nice chit-chat with me as if I was truly a member of the family.
I thought back about the campus map. The computer engineering classes were divided in two main areas. There was the main science campus which housed the general software and hardware development classes and there was the smaller Faulkner building which was used solely for more specialised programs, like mine.
Life is a series of windows. Nothing seems to stick.
A few years ago, I had a blooming company with a dozen of employees. After almost declaring bankruptcy, I now run a much smaller operation with only 1 employee.
There was no turning back. It was a quarter to seven and I would face my friends with my new body in only a few minutes.
I am not yet back on the saddle. I do not write as many chapters as I used to and I am still scared of missing a deadline, but so far, I am not panicking.
This morning marked the publication of the 100th chapter !
Sure, many of those chapters were written months or years ago and only recently published, but considering that only a few months ago I wasn’t published anywhere on the Internet makes this a happy day for me.
In the transition room, I signed the official slave contract as a Class S slave, defining me as property and stripping me of all rights except those in the contract. The contract is standard. I got confirmation of money transfer, and like all class S slave, was required to take a 2 years Prevar injection. I had already received a small dose in the past, but this one disoriented me a little.
And so, I was now property, Chattel, a sex object.
I should have gotten used to it by now, but how can you ? You grow up raised to be independent, to build your own personality and then, suddenly, they teach you that you will be a slave for two years.
Friday didn’t come fast enough. I finally would know more about where my roommate disappeared to from time to time and perhaps would find a way to get closer to her.
“How did you bring me here then ?”
“Listen to me Helen, I have a time machine. That means that I can go at any point in time.”
Lucy woke up once again completely disoriented. She was still naked but her skin and hair had dried from the shower.
In the month of September and August, I was hyper-active and frequently wrote more than 5 stories per week.
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