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  1. A slave in the making...
  2. A slave in the making... pt 2
A slave in the making... pt 2

Author: MegO

Date: 25 October 2009

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Turning the webcam off and grabbing her towel she headed for the shower. As the hot water poured down her body Samantha thought back to the words her master spoke and the show she provided for her fans; realizing the words spoken to Samantha from her master and the words Samantha used during her show were awfully close, could it be that her master was watching her shows regularly?
The thought sent shivers down her spine. Releasing all the thoughts from her mind Samantha picked up her wash cloth. Applying soap to the rag Sam lathered her body with soap and continued her shower. Walking to her room, she dried off and dressed in her pajamas for the evening. Getting lost in pleasing her fans and earlier events she forgets all about dinner. Grabbing the towel off her bed Samantha ran out of her room, passing the bathroom, throwing the towel in the door way and running down the stairs to scarf down dinner as it seems like she has not eaten in hours. Sitting down at the table, her dad walks in and pulls a seat beside her. Intertwining his hands with one another he breathes out and simply says “now Samantha you have not spent any time with your family. After you are done eating come and spend some time with us and watch a movie.” “But hurry up because you have school in the morning and we need to start this movie.”
Walking up the pathway to his front door, Sam quickly looks over herself to make sure she is perfect for her master. Waiting patiently at the front door he opens the door, takes her by the hand and leads her in. He says nothing as he simply walks to the left of the house. There is a staircase that leads to the second floor and with her hand in his; she silently follows him up the stairs.
Walking up the pathway to his front door, Sam quickly looks over herself to make sure she is perfect for her master. Waiting patiently at the front door he opens the door, takes her by the hand and leads her in. He says nothing as he simply walks to the left of the house. There is a staircase that leads to the second floor and with her hand in his; she silently follows him up the stairs.
Reaching the top of the stairs he turns right and enters in the first door on the right. Entering the bedroom, Sam walks over to the bed as her master closes the door. Taking her shoes off to get comfortable; he meets her at the bottom of the bed he flips her over so her ass is facing him. With that her master places his hands under her torso pulling her up on the bed. Realizing that he wants her to be doggy style Samantha pulls her legs up and kept her arms placed on the bed to support her weight. Pulling her arms closer to the bed posts, he takes her right hand and applies a handcuff to her wrist. Strolling over to the left side of the bed he locks her other hand in place. Walking back to the end of the bed where they originally started; he climbs on the bed hovering over her back half. He reaches for Sam’s skirt and starts to unbutton the catholic uniform. Throwing her skirt off the bed he reaches for the white blouse and unbuttons her top one by one. To her surprise he finally says his first words to her. “God, you look so sexy in your schoolgirl uniform.” Sam blushes as she smiles but remains silent. After unbuttoning her shirt Sam’s master then rips the back of the shirt so now her blouse is in two pieces making it easier to get off her body. Ripping the sleeves down the one side, he pulls the pieces of her blouse off as Sam lays on the bed stark naked.
Getting off the bed, he reaches in the dresser on the right side of the room and pulls out a latex hood. “Have you ever used one of these before?” “No and I don’t think I am interested in experimenting with one, Sam said.” “I will let you know what you are interested in, do not turn into a shy catholic school girl, I know you are a dirty slut at heart” as he spoke his last word he walked over to Sam and placed the hood over her head.
Terrified, Samantha tried to regain her composure; Samantha waits in complete darkness for the next movement of action. Lying handcuffed to a bed, thoughts begin to race through her mind, will he just leave me here, and will he decide to pleasure me or punish me, will he punish and pleasure me? As thoughts race through her mind; her master walks around the bed to the left side of the room where his computer is. Approaching the desk, he quietly moves the mouse to set up his webcam. Once he turns it on he quickly but quietly moves the mouse to open the internet browser to put up a live webcam for the events that are about to happen. Setting up the cam correctly he moves back to the bed and unbuttons his pants. Pulling his hard dick out, he moves towards her in anticipation. Slightly stroking his dick against the Samantha’s outer lips, he feels the moisture of her pussy reacting to his dick. Her pussy aches to be filled by his dick. Placing his dick at the entry of her vagina, he inserts and feels her body shake in relief as glad to have him inside of her again. Realizing how addicted her pussy, and Sam in general is her master starts thrusting his hips against her.


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  • anonymous+reader
    14.01.2013 11:15
    Vous m'avez pris un peu trop au se9rieux j'aurais dfb mettre des smilyes . mais j'appre9cie quand meame la de9licatesse de vos re9ponses ! En fait, je ne sais pas ce que je pense vraiment des chasseurs ou de la chasse tout court. Mon pe8re les traitait tous de cons, et c'est vrai que les quelques exemples que j'ai rencontre9 pendant ma jeunesse re9pondaient plus ou moins bien e0 la de9scription. Mais plus tard, en sortant de mon petit coin du pays, j'ai rencontre9 des gens de mon age qui avaient grandit dans les re9gions beaucoup plus rurales et isole9es, of9 la chasse faisaient simplement partie de la vie, une activite9 comme les autres qui donnaient e0 la vie son rhythme au fil des saisons semer les grains, aller e0 la peache, la re9colte, la chasse. Mais eux ils mangaient ce qu'ils tuaient. Et puis, dans cette vie de paysan que l'on menaient presque tous il n'y a pas si longtemps, la mort rentrait plus souvent dans le quotidien, quand il faillait abattre un animal, par exemple.

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  • anonymous+reader
    25.01.2013 07:01
    Vous m'avez pris un peu trop au se9rieux j'aurais dfb mettre des sieymls . mais j'appre9cie quand meame la de9licatesse de vos re9ponses ! En fait, je ne sais pas ce que je pense vraiment des chasseurs ou de la chasse tout court. Mon pe8re les traitait tous de cons, et c'est vrai que les quelques exemples que j'ai rencontre9 pendant ma jeunesse re9pondaient plus ou moins bien e0 la de9scription. Mais plus tard, en sortant de mon petit coin du pays, j'ai rencontre9 des gens de mon age qui avaient grandit dans les re9gions beaucoup plus rurales et isole9es, of9 la chasse faisaient simplement partie de la vie, une activite9 comme les autres qui donnaient e0 la vie son rhythme au fil des saisons semer les grains, aller e0 la peache, la re9colte, la chasse. Mais eux ils mangaient ce qu'ils tuaient. Et puis, dans cette vie de paysan que l'on menaient presque tous il n'y a pas si longtemps, la mort rentrait plus souvent dans le quotidien, quand il faillait abattre un animal, par exemple.

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