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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.
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.
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.
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.
My day at work had been pleasant enough. I had eaten with Candy, and took one of my breaks with her. We mostly talked about Ellie. We were both pleased she had entered our lives. Read More…
My parents had calmed down about my class choice, but were still very emotional. The 19th birthday of any child is generally highly emotional because it is the day parents lose their him or her to official adulthood. Furthermore, for two years, I will not be able to talk to them unless one of us gets sick, thought generally, slaves are allowed to call their parents on their 20th birthday to give them news. Read More…
In case you haven’t caught on yet, I am a very sexual woman. Read More…
As she slowly awoke from her sleep, Lucy felt the hard cold floor on her back. “That’s odd, why am I on the floor?” she thought, but rapidly, that became the last of her worries. Read More…
Finally, I was 19. I woke up for the last time in my bed. Tonight, I would be sleeping in my new house; probably in bed with my new master. I was so excited. Read More…
My stories have erotic elements, not I do not consider all of them to be erotic stories.
The difference between the two is that in my stories, there isn’t erotica in every one of my chapters. For example, Sylvana only has 3 real chapters with erotic scenes in its 15 first chapters and one of those is only composed of masturbation.
Finally, we were home from supper. I must admit that eating out with my boyfriend was fun. Now that were back however, I could only think about my previous supper I finished eating on the floor, next to Candy. Read More…
During my afternoon break, I decided to go buy two little gifts for her downtown, as well as survey the list of restaurants which offered vegetarian options.
Once Candy gone, I was left alone with Richard.
I had played a few scenes with the two of them but this was the first time I was going to do something with just Richard.
I was both thrilled and scared but then again, perhaps that was exactly the point. Read More…
Years passed since I first learned that I was, like my friends, going to become a slave. We all learned in school the different laws and regulations about it, and even got some obedience training, which I found particularly boring. Read More…
When Richard and Ellie started their scene, I stayed on the floor, moving only from time to time in order to get a full view of the action. Read More…
I explained to Ellie the basic rules.
“If I am ever doing wrong and you want to slow down, say “Yellow”. If I am doing something really wrong and you need me to stop completely, say “Red”. If you want me to go faster, stronger, or more intensely and you think I am holding back because you are new at this, say “Green”. Read More…
I felt emotions I had never felt before. The night so far had been exquisite. Richard had both been the perfect gentleman and the most incredible kisser of my life. Read More…
After my proposition, Ellie simply stood there, silent. I decided to take that as a sign she accepted my offer, and asked Candy to go lie face down on the floor, in front of Ellie while I retrieved a long piece of rope and my toolbox. Read More…
After having spent a few days hanging out with Richard, I thought Wednesday evening that it was time to get to know him better. Candy had been really nice to me, so I decided to open the phone book and find their address. Meeting in person is always a better idea than on the phone. Read More…
Pets is my third novel which was mostly written in August 2008. It involves three college students, Richard, Ellie and Candy, who explores a BDSM relationship. Read More…