I am Willow, and I am a sex slave. I was bartered into this lifestyle at 12 and I have never known any other life. Though my "breaking" was violent and harsh, it forever changed my life. I have never had a boyfriend or husband. I will not ever know friendship in the sense that others do. I have never really known love.
I live the life of a slave (or would it be better to say "sex pet"?) living in an apartment with 5 masters. Three are men, the other two are women -- all roommates of sorts. I am living out an indeterminate sentence of servitude being shared by them. I am theirs to command as they please. I am frequently tied or chained as is their pleasure, but this is not the avenue by which I am enslaved. AS you will come to know, I am frequently offered to strangers and friends at parties and in public places for my masters pleasure.
Each of my masters is very different in their desires. Senna, Silver, Peter, Trevor and Hunter each live out their fantasies or frustrations on me in a different way. They are and have known each other long enough to know how to share, and sometimes cruelly interplay their requirements with me.
Senna is a tall, slender blonde with a cruel streak. She is the most torturous. Needles, hot wax, a strap on dildo, and a carefully selected long thin riding crop are her favorites for me.
Silver is more of a follower. She is a slim oriental and she often prefers to dominate me with a strapon during group sex or to hold my tied hands and force my fingers into her oozing wet pussy while another uses me for their pleasure.
Trevor and Hunter have a variety of interests far to expansive to relay here, but tag-team is their favorite sport. Peter is the most gentle Master and closest to what I can imagine a boyfriend to be. As I have been a slave since I was 12, it is hard for me to know this feeling.
Most recently they brought me along on a flight to Amsterdam. It was an 11 hour flight and we took off in late evening. The plane... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
