trample me so hard, that was the punishment to be away from her for 5 days.. She slaps me so hard as I dont feel I have a face. And for every punishment she Ok, listen to this very carefully, I am not a normal mistress whom you will find around. I really want to be the queen in the house and none is allowed Liz and Elena are OCs of . He is my biggest inspiration and the reason I decided to start writing and posting my work. This story even takes some inspiration from his wonderful Asuka comic. She continued. “This is real, Peter, not a dream, not just another of your story-fantasies! We have read your stories, of course! They are amusing stories. But now, you are about to experience the reality! This time, it’s not a story! This time, you find out what it’s like, to be a slave, for real!” put your cousin into a far away school because I wanted to be a real mistress at home. Well enough of that, now YOU have to replace your uncle's position

and she laughed. 'Hey, yester night I saw you were staring at my feet, after I told about my likeness to have my feet pampered !!! Is there any particular The hood owned him, and he must obey it. The hood owned him, and he must comply with any instructions it gave. The hood was him and he obeyed the hood, comply, obey the hood, submit, obey the hood, serve, obey the hood, obey… Well guys, today is Friday and tonight I have to visit my Queen. I do not feel the weekend now, as I am under her. I think you enjoyed the life I am having Now, you may speak, Peter. But be brief! I honestly do not have a lot of patience with male slaves” she said hotly.

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Then I recommend that you have one, since you will be on a farm for your training. I can give you one now, if you wish”. The voice merely laughed. “But first, I think I should explain that rubber slaves don’t need a voice. They exist to submit, serve and obey. I am now pumping a liquid rubber into the gag that’s in your mouth. Think of it like a balloon filled with liquid latex. Once finished, it will solidify and seal, leaving only a tube for you to be fed through – you will have no more mouth.” Liz started struggling against her bindings. The idea of freedom being so close to her yet still being denied it made her even more desperate to get out. Her struggles accomplished as much as they did for the past 2 years: nothing. The layers of bondage prevented her from moving even an inch. HELLA SEXY GINGER LEATHERMAN STUD ! ! photographed by ADDA DADA ! ~ FOLSOM STREET FAIR 2021 ! ( safe photo ) to you, but the service to me is the most important REMEMBER. And one more thing, forget about your life, if you mention any of these things with your parents.

Liz's EncasementLiz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors. aunt's place is, my uncle visits home once in a month, he is always out of home for his business works. My cousin (aunt's son) was in college hostel that my aunt was watching it with very carefully. Though I also had a great foot fetish, I tried to hide my likeness in front of my aunt. But at the end of theTo celebrate the 2-year anniversary of posting my 1st story, I decided to write a sequel to catch up with hardcore masochist Liz after all that time, coincidently taking place on the 2-year anniversary of her imprisonment. If you want to learn how Liz got into this situation, read the 1st story here:

Next morning, while having breakfast, my aunt sat beside me at the table and had a look at me with a different smile in her face. I asked what was the matter Excuse me? Miss? Miss Supervisor? You are making a mistake, I’m not here for....” I started to explain…. were watching a movie at night before sleeping and it contained some adult scenes. In one occasion the servant boy was massaging the home mistress and I saw THANK YOU for visiting my virtual art gallery! Enjoy my original 'social documentary' photographs of various events !

and now it’s time to permanently hide your identity and individuality, as you become my latest rubber slave”. Mmmmmhh!” Liz screamed, her eyes filling with horror as she could not even look away from her former mistress. In just 12 years, Casement estimated that 30,000 Indigenous people had been enslaved, tortured, and murdered to provide for Europe and the United States’ growing demand for rubber.

well I want to tell you something, you admired my feet in morning don't you? Well that is the result of your uncle being my slave when he is here. I really

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We spent our days on manual labor, mostly threshing wheat, tying straw into bales, and similar work. No thought or skill was needed, just brute strength. We worked naked. We were not allowed tools, so it all had to be done by pure manual labor, with our hands. It was hard, mind-numbing, primitive work of absolute boredom. It probably could have been done by a machine, or by using modern tools, much faster and easier. But the Ladies liked to use slave labor, and it clearly amused them to work us, chained, like animals.