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Chapter 8
Over the two weeks, I was trained by Phil to act like a slave. He taught me how to assume what he called slave positions and how to respond to the needs of my master. This I could handle, even the nightly visit of the men I was able to cope with. What I could not deal with was the daily ritual of checking the computer to see if anyone had responded to my profile. Just this morning, I had been made to read out loud the lewd comments left by someone. I was never allowed to see any names or other information that might identify the writer, but was able to view their comments. I had lost count of the number of times someone had suggested they wanted to fuck me in each hole, or make me do disgusting things. The ones that really scared me were the ones who wanted to tie me up and torture me.
Even Phil seemed to balk a bit at those ones, though he did his best not to show it. I didn’t know how much they were willing to pay for me but I really didn’t think I wanted to know. What I did know was that my time was running out and soon I would belong to someone
In a city on the other side of the country, I looked at the photos of the prospective slave on the screen. I had owned slaves before, but had never purchased one in this way. I liked the way her eyes looked and her body was a knockout. According to her profile, she was new to slavery and that was what I wanted. I had gone down the path of contracts and consent, safe words and conversation, but now I wanted more. I wanted a girl who couldn’t say no, whom I could punish as I wanted to without her stopping when things got interesting. I wanted Clare.
To be continued…
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