Slavery

Author's Note: Just a little fantasy of my own… Part 1 - Running Free My morning chore today was to clean the bathroom, which I don’t think has ever been cleaned before today. It was taking me forever to finish scrubbing the stains off the floor. Yet, I managed to turn the toilet white again, scrubbed the soap residue from the tub walls, and removed the hair out of the sink. That’s when it happened. While standing at the sink, I saw my face in the mirror. I have not seen my reflection in so long, and I was in shock of how sickly I looked. My hair was so thin, probably from all the pulling and yanking. I must have lost over 40 pounds, and my skin was so pale and flushed. I was in shock because this is not the face that I remember. ...

Samantha had never fit in with her family. She wasn’t sure why she just knew she was meant for more than the small-town life the rest of them had come to accept and the life they had expected her to embrace. She’d tried to pretend, for a little while, but eventually, it became too much bother. She knew the truth, and so did her family, even if they didn’t like it. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. Hopefully you’ll find it enjoyable. I’d welcome any constructive feedback. The First Day For the hundredth time in the last hours, Samantha wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. As she stared through the thick bars of the cage in which she sat, the enormity of her choice was dawning on her. Fifty days, that’s what she’d signed up for, but now that only a few hours had passed, that time seemed like an eternity. ...

Author's Note: This is my third story on long term bondage and slavery. As English is not my first language so please excuse me for grammatical mistakes. The names of the counties /races used in the story are just for the sake of making the story feel real and not to hurt anyone’s sentiments. P. S : Not all my stories get a happy ending…… “Happy Birthday to you once again” Sana told with a smile. “Thank you for coming to the party” Rohit told in a dizzy voice. ...

“You know what you’re getting into here, don’t you? You know what this place is?” Sara nodded, afraid to speak. She stood still before the strange man, hands clasped behind her back, eyes averted. Her knees trembled slightly. “Good.” The man made no move toward her, but rather signaled the woman in the shadows to come forward. Sara started at the sight before her. The woman was shorter than Sara, about 5’3” tall, young, slender, and bald. Totally, completely bald. Her head was shaved, as was her groin, without a hint of hair on her arms or legs. Only her light brown eyebrows told what her hair color might have been been. She was also totally naked, except for the yellow ballgag strapped into her mouth. That, and the shackles she wore without self-consciousness. ...

Satine was the most desired, most well compensated professional dominatrix in all of New York City. This was for a very good reason, as she was close to six feet tall, with long, straight fire red hair, massive, firm and natural tits, and a serious sadistic streak that she loved using on wealthy perverts. Bob Eastwick was a wealthy pervert, except his tastes ran towards dominating women, not being dominated by them. He had noticed Satine over a year before, and had worked constantly over that time to find out everything about her. He knew that she genuinely hated men, that she worked in an upscale brothel located in a Soho, that she was fabulously wealthy with her lifestyle, and most importantly that she lived out on Long Island, in a large, ocean front house, with an assortment of women coming and going in her life. That discovery of her house, and also of her real name, (The not nearly as exotic Jennifer Monroe) allowed Eastwick to plot his obsession. To kidnap and take Satine and keep her as a bondage sex slave for as long as she remained beautiful. ...

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :) _Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.* Part 1 Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently. ...

Author's Note: This story is seen through the eyes of and explores the mind of a young woman who disolutioned goes looking for something different in her life. She quickly finds a lot more than she had bargained expected or for which she was prepared. Chapter 1 [How is Starts] She was only 23, she was reasonably attractive, some people said more than reasonably, she was a collage graduate and her life sucked. Yes, it officially sucked. It wasn’t that it was filled with disasters, she wasn’t’ about to spend the rest of her life in prison, she did not have a fatal disease that would kill her in the next six months, she wasn’t pregnant. That was just it, she just wasn’t! ...

Author's Note: A fantasy story of a long serving male sissy maid being lent out to another Mistress and her daughters. When my mistress informed me that she would be going away on a business trip for several months I was secretly quite pleased at first, until she informed me that I would be staying with a friend of hers; Mrs Chappell. The dread set in, I knew any friend of hers would not bode well for me. My thoughts turned to my recent dealings with another friend of hers, Miss Allison and I inwardly shuddered. ...

Author's Note: big fan of white slavery theme,pantyhose and curvy voluptious mature black and latino women Chapter 1 Debra long was a white slaver. She made most of her sales by utilizing the door to door saleswomen tactic posing as a pantyhose and lingerie sales women and when things were slow she put an ad in the paper for pantyhose models. What follows are two examples of her chronicles in the world where women are treated as commodities. ...