A young girl from the Midwest is more than happy to sell herself into sexual slavery but she never expected to have a misanthrope for a master. She was hoping for a master who would lovingly abuse and make love to her, not one that would enjoy humiliating her and using her as nothing more than a piece of ass for his detached interest in sex. What can she do to become the object of his infatuation?
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This is a 14,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, bondage and discipline, erotic humiliation, lesbian sex, and sex of dubious consent. Strong language and adult only content.
“Masturbate for me.”
That caught her off balance. “What?”
“Masturbate for me. I’m sure it’s in the contract. You’ll be asked to do a lot more than that soon enough.”
“Right,” she said, remembering her place. One hand traveled down to her crotch. I watched as she slowly and steadily played with herself.
“Very good,” I complimented her. “I think we’ll have a nice collection of nude from you in no time at all. You ever had nude pictures up on the internet before? Videos?”
“No,” she said. I looked into her eyes and realized she was on the verge of crying. I couldn’t help smiling. The worst pain a slave can have is emotional. Bruises, cuts, welts all heal but crushed and abused emotions leave the best scars.
“You’ll be proud of what I do with these. You’ll be able to brag to your friends about being a secret sex symbol.”