A Message from its Master (2010)
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Posted:Jan 18, 2010 4:04 pm
Last Updated:Feb 26, 2010 2:51 pm 23040 Views
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It has been months since I checked up on my slave's activities on the web. I find that she's always doing interesting things. Questionable things. Things that will get her in trouble. Things that show her true self to me. I also see good things she does. I still see an endless supply of men that want this thing for their own pleasure. Some disguise themselves as wanting to help her when all along they have their own selfish interests in mind. "I'll become her friend as a way inside her pants" is their thinking. I can tell there are others who are sincere in their friendship. Still others hold nothing back and treat her like the pain slut she is. All of the interest in my slave shows me that I have in my possession a real treasure. Something everyone wants but only I have.
My slave's training is going very well. She has grown tremendously to accept all types and styles of punishments. Her sexual appetite has also grown significantly since the addition of her sister slave. The pain and the pleasure is what makes this girl tick. She craves them. Over time I have noticed a change in my slave's demeanor. She seems more passive now. More accepting of her destiny. Her defiance and battles with me have become few and far between. She may come across as emotionally withdrawn to those she meets. Don't mistake that as anything more than her acceptance into submission. She is accepting what she is. She is accepting what she has been taught to be since she was a .
My slave's life is all good. She is where she belongs doing what she wants and knows how to do. She is healthy and well off in social circles as well. She has never been more popular. She has never received more attention. She has never had such opulence given to her in her life. She came to me two years ago wanting to escape the pressures of every day life. I have provided that escape and shared with her all the spoils that come along. She is discovering who she really is under my direction in the world of submission. She is fulfilling her destiny and becoming what she was meant to be. She was never meant to be and will never become a doctor or lawyer or even a secretary. Try as she might, and she is free to do so, she will find she will never become anything more than what she is now. Anything other than being a slave will end in frustration for her. As it is a slave that she only knows how to be.
I want to express my sincere appreciation to those who have helped in her training. Every little bit of encouragement and reinforcement to her helps with her growth. I also want to thank those who have befriended her and support her. She needs that strength and outlet also. My slave's growth and well being is important to me. The future holds many great things for her. Many painful things and many things of pleasure. I fully expect her to fulfill her insignificant destiny in the coming year.
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Another Year of Slavery Gone By
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Posted:Nov 8, 2009 5:45 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2010 4:27 am 21211 Views
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I began my third year of slavery with this Master on Nov 1. The last year was filled with so many ups and downs. Some very painful days. Some very sexual and erotic days. And some even just very normal days. I did so many things wrong that got me into so much trouble. What else is new. Another girl joined me last spring as my sister slave. She became my best friend and lover. And I stuggled all year with who I am and where I'm going. Been a crazy ride, lol!
I met men who wanted to use me. Men I passed onto my Master who were interested in having me loaned to them. I heard everything from these men from being kept permanantly in a box to having a hole pierced between my asshole and pussy so I could be hung upside down by a hook. The requests for loans were every day. So many men who wanted to talk to my Master about me. I found it incredible.
My Master fulfilled his wish of having me hunted by men on horseback. There were many beatings and whippings and other things done to me by Master and other men. I survived an 9 man 8 hour gangbang, an extrememly painful enema training and I became a ponygirl for a few days. I also think Master got more than he asked for in me when I did a few things with his brother last winter and when I broke the rules this summer. Anyway....
I met men and women I consider very good friends. A woman in Arizona that I love so much. We could have such a beautifully erotic life together if I would just make the move. I also met a couple men who had no alterior motives other than to become my friend. That was nice. My friends are all so beautiful and caring. Thank you for being my friends. I met women who were slaves. One who lived on the extreme side of bdsm. Her story and what was done to her is unbelievable.
I had many reservations when lydia joined me and Master. I was so upset and jealous of her. I was never so wrong. We have developed an unbelievably close friendship. We may not be true sisters, but you can't get any closer. We've become lovers. She's such a nympho. At times she takes care of me. The chicken soup with vodka is terrific! And we protect each other. She's so beautiful. We tease all the guys we see when we're out and love it. I couldn't imagine being without her.
I struggled all year with who I am and what I want. I have a dream of getting out of this lifestyle some day and living the "white picket fence" life with a husband and a family. But I found myself wanting or at least fantasizing of what if I stayed in this lifestyle and maybe even took it to the next level. I battled with those feelings more than anyone knows. I talked with men who wanted to do such extreme things to me. Things that would destroy me as I am now. They were so graphic. The captivity so permanant. The pain and suffering so intense. There would be no return. The life of a normal girl would be gone and slave chrissy would exist forever. I couldn't figure out what interested me so much about it that I would want to pursue it.
Then last month I met a man and chatted with him a couple of times. He said the following statement to me and then went away. I have not heard from him since and I don't know why. He said:
"It’s almost a beautiful thing how such an aggressive and dark world as BDSM, in the right hands, are often the only thing that can fix such wonderfully broken creatures and give them back a life that at least is no longer hunting them to the point of nonexistence."
It makes so much sense to me. I find so much comfort in this lifestyle. It's what I know and what I do. What I've been taught for so long. It may be the only thing I am good at. I don't find being a slave difficult at all. The things I am required to do are not difficult to me. There is no stress. Normal life was so stressful. Relationships, money, a job, having food to eat and a place to live. The comfort I find in being a slave to a Master has taken all the stress away.
Since I was 16 I have been treated like this. To different degrees of course, but treated as nothing more than a piece of meat. To be used and abused and put away until it's time to be used and abused again. Maybe it is what I've become and who I am. Maybe it is the skills I have developed to become good at it and so awful at all the other things in life. For better or for worse. At least now it is so clear to me why I have become this slave girl.
So I head into my third year with Master as his slave girl. Second year of the 5 year contract. Master got some new equipment last month. He's put down some new rules for me and lydia to follow. He is rewritting my profile. I think the year ahead will intensify what it means to be a slave for me. The pain and sex will be there just as much as in the past. The slavery and captivity will be more intense this year than in the past. I just have that feeling. We'll see I guess.
I hope all you stay in contact with me as I go through this and share my experiences. I still don't know what the future for me holds, but I am at least getting to the point of feeling comfortable with me.
chrissy
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A Message from chrissy - this sucks
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Posted:Sep 15, 2009 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 4:43 pm 21113 Views
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This past weekend I screwed up again. Seems like every so often I need to do that. Take two steps backward. Turn left when I should have gone right. Do everything wrong. I had a boyfriend once who called me a fuck up all the time. Kinda fits. "Why would you do something so stupid" he used to say.
My screwing up this time affected someone else badly. My sister slave lydia. It is almost midnight and she is asleep a few feet away from me in her cage. I don't know how she can sleep so well in that cage. I can't at all. She looks so beautiful. Curled up. Lips parted. Her hair falling over one shoulder. I love her so much.
Last night it wasn't so peaceful around here. My punishment for screwing up and disobeying Master's orders was watching lydia get punished for them.
This past weekend lydia and my Master went to New York City for the weekend to meet up with friends of his. I was not invited and it angered me that I could not go along. I love NYC. I spent several years living there. If I wasn't invited to take part in whatever sexual partying lydia and Master and his friends were going to do I could have certainly entertained myself and stayed out of the way. Instead I was told by Master to stay home and not go away from the house. He would check up on me by sending me emails and I would need to respond in a short period of time to let him know what I was doing.
I don't think they were gone an hour Friday night and I was already disobeying the everyday rules that I live by set down by Master. I was drinking his wine. I am not allowed to watch TV, but I turned it on and watched several shows for the first time in 2 years. I am required to pee outside, but it was raining hard so I went pee in the bathroom. When I finally got tired after midnight I went up to Master's bedroom, put on one of his white dress shirts and layed in his bed with a vibrator with the intention of cuming in his bed. I fell asleep and never did it.
Saturday I went against Master's orders to stay around the house by going to the gym and then the supermarket. With a visit to Subway for lunch. On Sunday I went to the mall and walked around for a couple hours then had dinner by myself at a restaurant.
Screwing up like this got me tied up straddling a wooden Monday night. Painful, but not as bad as what was to come. After a couple hours on the Master had a surprise. He took lydia and tied her hands in the air and her legs spread. He told me to tell her everything I did wrong over the weekend. Every order I disobeyed. Every rule I broke. And as I told her he caned her butt and back. 17 cane strokes, She screamed and screamed and we both cried. She was in so much pain. He took her down and put her in her cage. He untied me and put me in my cage.
I closed my eyes and didn't say anything all night. I was so so upset. How could I be so stupid. How could I do things that would hurt someone I love so much. lydia and I have it so good here. We spent all summer long going to the beach because she never saw a beach before coming here. We did gardening together and a lot of other things together. Yes we have to pay a price for living off Master's money by being his slave and submitting to his fetishes. But its not horrible.
I was so disrespectful to my Master and my sister slave. I would love to say I would never do it again, but my track record says the opposite. No wonder why I am always on Master's shit list. I did say I was sorry to both of them. I do mean that. ''
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A Little Erotic Eye Candy
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Posted:Jul 17, 2009 5:30 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 4:44 pm 19338 Views
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Me and Bethblu76 have a proposition for all guys. We have an erotic fantasy that if we find the right guy we would like to make come true. The fantasy is we want to be pregnant at the same time by the same man. Me and Bethblu76 are not related, but if we have by the same man we would be – or at least our would be. Beth and I are very attracted to each other and we think such a fantasy come true would be absolutely erotic.
But, guys, there are qualifications you must meet.
You must be healthy with a clean medical history.
You must be tall – we will just wear you out if you’re shorter than us.
Be in good shape. - I prefer muscular because I like the feel but I’ll let good muscles slide if you don’t have them but look athletic.
You must have it together. - Meaning you can’t be crazy or have a history of crazy behavior.
You also must be handsome. - Guys, let us decide if you are!
Being wealthy is a plus
Meeting all the requirements and making us wet when we think about you will get you added priveledges.
Optional
You don’t have to hang around after the babies are born if you don’t want to. Once your sperm has done their duty Beth and me will take it from there. If you do hang around after the births we will consider letting you have sex with us regularly as a thank you.
This is a serious request for donors. This is our fantasy guys. We think it is erotic and a turn on and would like to make this happen one day if the opportunity is right. And once the babies are born our lives will be even more erotic. Of course there are grey areas and we will negotiate with you. We will compromise as women always do.
If you have any questions please ask either me or Beth.
Send your request to be the sperm donor by telling us about yourself and why you want to do this.
chrissy
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If My Master Were Gone
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Posted:Jun 6, 2009 4:43 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 4:44 pm 20221 Views
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What would it be like if my Master was gone? Left me, died, however. For some time I have been writing about my life with Master. But what would happen if he was suddenly gone? Just disappeared by no fault of his own or by some horrible accident. Left me and my sister slave with everything. The house, the car, the money. What would two young good looking girls with an erotic side do?
There is a woman on Alt that I’ve become good friends with. She’s young and beautiful and has a terrific heart. Last year when me and Master were having trouble I almost decided to leave here and go live with her. For reasons I don’t want to discuss I decided to stay with Master. The woman painted such a beautiful and erotic picture of life with her that it made me wet every time I thought about it. Sex in the morning, sex in the afternoon, swinging from the chandeliers, naked in the sauna at the gym, teasing the neighbors, intimidating the guys. It was so erotic. Little did I know that my Master was pursuing a pretty 21 year old and that after some initial doubts about her and my existence in this house, we have developed an incredible friendship and bond. The thoughts I have of her and me make me as wet as the thoughts I had about my friend.
So what would happen if Master just suddenly wasn’t in the picture? Well for starters I think me and my sister would christen every room in this house with a lot of touching and kissing each other and the hottest, most erotic make me cum until I can’t breathe sex I ever had. What else? Would we date men? Yes, one after the other after the other. Use them for what they had in them then throw them on the pile and go get the next one. I would probably sell Master’s cars and buy a red corvette. Just so we would get noticed where ever my sister and I went. We would spend a lot of time at the Newport beaches in bikini’s, at the gym on the treadmill and at the clubs dancing.
What else? Should me and my sister start an service? Should we bring men in, tie them up and whip them so we could feel the power you Masters and Mistresses have? Should we create something like the Playboy Mansion? Instead of Hugh Hefner and all those good looking girls it would be me and my sister and a lot of stud guys.
What does everyone think? Send me some ideas. And be erotic cause you know I love being erotic. Who knows, maybe there will be such a great idea we should make it happen!
chrissy
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I must be dirt
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Posted:Apr 25, 2009 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 4:44 pm 21963 Views
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I can't understand why almost everyone I had a relationship with feels a need to screw me over. I'm always the one picked out. Is it me? My face? My personality? Do I really suck at doing things? Am I really that easy to take advantage of?
I remember the day when my mom left me. It was July 22 before my senior year of high school. My stepdad had been fucking me for 8 months by then. My mom and I had been arguing. She blamed me for ruining her life and ruining her relationship with this man. As she drove away I felt so alone in such a big world. So vulnerable and helpless. Like a ring of vultures was sitting in the tree tops ready to swoop down on me. Why did they want to do that to me? I didn't do anything.
After graduation all my friends had big parties and got gifts and cake and went off to college. I didn't get any of that. I had to fuck the football coach to get money to buy a bus ticket away from that house. Things changed. A couple years passed. One horribly bad relationship after another. Being used by men. Put down, talked down to, etc. Then being brought to Rhode Island from New York by a guy who I thought was a good opportunity for me. He used me to attract other girls for himself. Once I found out what he was doing I dumped him. That lonely and helpless feeling was back. The world is so frightening at times. Again, why did every one of those guys want to treat me so badly? I don't think I did anything to deserve it.
I took a chance on this lifestyle with a Master who can take me out of this awful world and take care of me. All I have to do is do what I do best - fuck and look pretty. Somehow I managed to screw that up to I guess. The other day Master got a new slave. She's younger than me. Pretty. Speaks 3 languages, blah. Master says he's not replacing me or getting rid of me. He's only adding another girl so the three of us can do different things.
It sounds so familiar. Such a nice way to put bad news. "I'm sorry I you, but you are so beautiful." "It's the best thing for you." "I'm not replacing you I'm just getting another girl." The new slave is downstairs in the basement being "broken in" as Master says. I've been told not to go downstairs, but I can hear her cry and scream in pain up here. Today was such a horrible day listening to what was being done to her. Part of me feels bad for her. Another part of me thinks she deserves it.
I don't know. I must be clueless. I can't figure out why I'm being screwed again. I thought I was doing a good job at this slave thing. Anyway. Any of you guys out there have any thoughts on why I am such an easy target.
chrissy
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While Master Was Away
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Posted:Apr 11, 2009 2:24 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 4:45 pm 19778 Views
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One weekend last month my Master was away and I was left home alone. He sent me a wonderful surprise that Saturday night. I wrote one of my best friends the next day about what happened. I still think about that night today and hope Master does it again for me. (Maybe my friend I wrote will be part of the next surprise like this.) I wanted to share what I wrote to her with everyone.
I spent some time online in the morning on Saturday then did my chores. I spent all afternoon doing laundry for Master and
then I did all the food shopping. It was about 7pm when I finished. I was so tired and just wanted to sit down and rest. Then the doorbell rang. NOBODY EVER COMES TO VISIT. It was a man and a woman. At first I didn't answer but they wouldn't go away. So I put pants and a shirt on and answered the door. They
told me Master paid for them to keep me company for the night! I didn't know what to say. At first I thought they were a Master and Mistress so I apologized and invited them in. Then after I made a fool of myself they told me they were from a service out of Boston.
They came in and brought some wine with them. I told them I hadn't eaten yet so they made fondu. We sat there for at least a couple hours and ate fondu and drank some wine and talked . Then the girl, her name was Lisa. She was 28 and very pretty. She was a little taller than me with long curly red hair. Out of nowhere she sat on my lap, facing me and straddling me. She put her hands between my legs and kissed me with a lot of tongue.
Then the guy walked behind me and started running his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him and he kissed me. His name was Jim. He was about 6 ft and 175 or 185. He was 35. He was in shape but didn't look like he worked out. He was handsome though. He took my hand and led me to the living room where Lisa
started undressing me. Then she undresses herself. Jim sat on the couch and watched. She was so good. So sensual. There was a lot of touching. We layed on the carpet. Her on top of me. She was kissing and licking all over me. I was sucking on her nipples. Her skin was so soft. It's been so long since I touched
another girl. We just layed on top of each other feeling and caressing each others bodies. It was so erotic. When she got up she put some music on.
We went over to Jim and got him off the couch. He was still dressed, but rock hard from watching me and Lisa. Lisa started dancing real close to him. I started dancing real close to him from behind. Lisa started taking his clothes off so I helped. We did some real erotic dancing. At one point he was squatting
down and I was grinding on his leg. OMG it was so hot. Lisa stopped and got another glass of wine and it was just me and Jim for a while. He layed on the carpet and I sucked on his cock. Then we switched and he put his head between my legs and went to work.
Lisa came over and grabbed my hand and the three of us walked upstairs to Master's bedroom. The three of us went at it again. Lisa was laying on her back and I was on top of her. Kissing her. At the same time Jim was fucking me from behind. He had strong hands and I could feel them on my hips moving me as he
went in and out. Lisa was playing with herself and came. Jim pulled out of me and came all over my back. Lisa took her fingers and played with me and brought me to orgasm. I collapsed onto Lisa and Jim on top of me. It was a very nice sandwich. We layed in bed with Jim between us two girls. I fell asleep holding Jim.
The next morning when we got up, Jim made me and Lisa breakfast. Lisa said I looked hot in a t-shirt and thong, but she was the one who looked really hot. Lisa and I showered together. All that body wash and hot water got me horny again and Lisa made me cum again. We got out of the shower and dressed while Jim showered. It was nice to have Lisa there and just talk girl talk while we dressed. We also watched Jim dress. Gave him some constructive criticism, lol. They left around 1pm.
It was such a nice surprise for my Master to send them to me while he was gone. It was such a nice night. Before they came I was thinking how tired I was and just wanted to lay down for a while and rest. Then maybe go online and see who I could chat with. They just ruined all my lonely, boring plans, lol.
love
chrissy
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Sleeping with my Master
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Posted:Mar 21, 2009 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 4:46 pm 21170 Views
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Two weeks ago I became very sick with congestion and coughing because of an infection. Master was kind enough to let me sleep in his bed, wear clothes around the house and pee inside. I've slept for almost two weeks in Master's bed and still am. It has been such a strange experience compared to the cage I usually sleep in.
I am a slave to this man. I do not love this man. Yet I found myself enjoying sleeping next to him. Maybe it isn't him so much as that it is a man next to me and not the side of my cage. Sleeping with him is so comforting. So relaxing. I feel so secure. This man beats me and enjoys my suffering and my screams. In the past when I've slept next to him I've always had to worry about how I would protect my ass. Why now would I feel this way? I've slept with Master many times before and never felt this way. Now every night I curl up next to him. I enjoy having that big body of a man next to me. I hold him and he feels so strong. So warm on a cold New England night.
The other night while sleeping next to Master in his bed my feelings got even stranger. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep. Nothing strange about that as I don't sleep well anyway. What was strange was the thoughts going through my head that any day, maybe tomorrow or the next and all this would be gone. I would be back sleeping in my cage and being treated like the slave I am supposed to be. All the comfort, all the security, all the warmth, all the coziness I've gotten from being next to that man's body for two weeks would be gone. And it scared me and made me sad and made me hold him tighter and tighter. Pressing my body up against his. Curling my legs up behind his. My body following the contour of his. He slept and I felt like I was holding on for dear life to a wonderful feeling.
Last night my Master went to NYC. I was home alone. Master didn't come home until after midnight. I told a friend of mine I would go on alt IM and chat. I haven't chatted with her or anybody in so long, but I was really looking forward to chatting with her. As the day wore on into the night I finished my chores and everything Master wanted me to do while he was gone. I became exhausted and my throat started to hurt. I'm still not 100%. All I wanted to do was crawl into that bed and get under the covers and fall asleep waiting for Master. Waiting for that body to be next to me. And I got it. The warmth. The security. The comforting feeling. I never did go on alt IM to chat, but I got that man's body to sleep next to. And I held on to it like it was the last night I would get it.
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One slave
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Posted:Jan 11, 2009 12:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2009 4:47 pm 21623 Views
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It is difficult being a slave. More difficult than anyone realizes. I never imagined everything that would happen to me. Pain, sex, abuse, humiliation, degradation. There is nothing more painful than the isolation I feel as a slave. The past week has been 100 times worse than ever. My computer crashed last Saturday morning when I turned it on. The computer is my only access to the world. I do not have access to a phone. I am not allowed to watch TV. I am not allowed to have a life outside my slavery. My computer lets me communicate with people and more importantly my friends who I love very much. The computer lets me express myself, talk, chat, even release the feelings I have inside me. Feelings of happiness that I am a good slave. Feelings of sadness when I hurt. Feelings of depression. Feelings of joy.
All of it was taken away when my computer crashed. All of it was gone and lonliness set in. I have accepted lonliness as part of my slave life. On December 1st I turned 25 and not one person said happy birthday. I did not get a Christmas present. I did not celebrate New Years. Lonliness comes with the territory. But the lonliness after the crash turned into isolation very quickly. Whether naturally, by my Master or probably a combination of both.
As the days went on Master took advantage of my isolation by making it worse. He did not give me any projects or errands to do to get me out of the house. He chained me to a pole in the basement for extended periods of time. He turned off the lights so I lived in darkness. Isolation is so painful. Not like a whip or a cane. It is all mental and more painful and powerful. It was just me. Suffering and no one knew. When the lights came on it was Master coming to abuse me. Nothing else. Just abuse. Yes he would bring water and food, but with the lights came the abuse. I began to fear the lights. With the lights came pain and sex. The lonliness made me so afraid. So scared. When it was over the lights went out again. And I was isolated. Alone, Suffering in silence.
No one knew how little or how much I was in pain. I could have disappeared or been sold into the underground of slavery and never been seen again. So many thoughts go through your mind when it is only you. Have my friends left me. Forgotten about me. Moved on. I don't know and had no way of knowing. I began to crave the attention, the interest that men give me. Strange men, perverted men, men I didn't know. The one's who only want me for my body. I craved them and wanted them so badly.
This morning one of those perverted men came downstairs. It was Master. He turned on the lights and took my computer upstairs. The tech guy came and fixed it. Master brought it back to the basement and hooked it up. I was never so happy. So freed from my dispair. Released from my silence. My isolation. The world was available to me again. Communication with my friends was like the medicine I need to wake my mind up and come back to life.
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A message from slave chrissy
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Posted:Nov 29, 2008 11:00 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2008 4:38 am 21489 Views
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There are times in every girl's life where the opportunity to take revenge on the men who did you wrong presents itself. Men who you, used you, cheated on you, abused you or just plain mistreated you. Most times the men see an opportunity to take advantage of a girl with no place to go and no chance of defending herself. She's an easy target. The thought of revenge on these men is deserved, but unfortunately very rarely taken.
This Thanksgiving an opportunity presented itself for me to take revenge on Master for making me fuck my stepdad. His brother was in town visiting for the holiday. He's 38, single and handsome. I obviously couldn't be the slave of Master while he was here so I played the role of the single of Master's friend (Mistress) visiting from NYC for Thanksgiving. I got to wear clothes and sleep in a bed and pee in a toilet. It was nice.
Do I dare take revenge on my Master and flirt with his brother, seduce him and fuck him. Revenge can be so sweet and the opportunity was there layed out for the taking. So easy to do if I wanted. Master's brother would be here for several days. There would be a lot of free time. Time to talk. Time to get to know each other. Time spent together. Dinners and lunches and drinks to make you feel really good. And then the nights. Relaxing, sensual and flirtatous. His guard would be down and his desires would be up. Master would be helpless in stopping me. All I would need to do is make it happen. A kiss or a touch. A quick one in the bathroom. A blowjob in the car while we run an errand. Or long and slow at night in his bed in his room. Sexual, loving and romantic. Just spread my legs and let him inside me. That easy and revenge is mine.
Like every other girl with an opportunity to make things right on those that hurt her, the thought of the consequences of the vengeful actions weigh heavily on my mind. In my case, the consequences are severe. Severe beatings. Severe punishments. Severe tortures. Possible permanant release from my Master. All at the hands of the man I could take my revenge on. And I'm am sure if there is any question of my actions Master would put me through one of those painful interrogation weekends to force me to confess and get to the truth.
Revenge though is so tempting. To take advantage of someone so vulnerable. The feelings I have must be how Master, and every man for that matter, felt when they used me. Master would now be the helpless one. I'm sure the description is different for a male, but for a female it is like sticking a stiletto in his balls. I like that feeling.
But you know, revenge taken can be so sweet no matter what the consequence. When it comes right down to it no one will ever know if I took full advantage of my opportunity except me. The only visible sign would be a smile on Master's brother's face. Like every other girl in similar situations there would be no smile for me. I am left with the impression of a stiletto to the balls. An impression that will last forever.
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