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Bridget - The Story of a Trained Slave
by Lewis Chappelle
with editorial assistance from “Alli”
Chapter Two -- Parts 1 - 7
Part #1
Bridget continued her academic lessons with Sister Sadie with exceptional energy. She was also being trained, as time allowed, to satisfy her Master, Adam, just the way he wanted. She was, to say the least, a willing slave girl and, totally infatuated with Adam. Being submissive to him and pleasing him sexually was her mission in life, as she saw it.
Adam invited Sadie and Father Flagg, Sadie’s partner, to assist him in his special training of Bridget from time-to-time but, mostly he was her sole trainer. He would let Sadie return to the classroom with Bridget during his rather frequent absences from the mansion, which gave Bridget quite a bit of intensive, personal, tutoring.
During her early teens, Bridget had been subjected to harsh treatment at the hands of her former master and mistress. She had suffered brutally when the master injected her nipples with syringes full of a substance known only to him; treatments which, over time, had resulted in producing her exceptionally large, and well formed, tits. Adam knew the girl could tolerate extreme pain and got a hard-on every time he entertained thoughts of punishing her. Furthermore, he felt increased pleasure himself when he fucked her soon after inflicting harsh physical punishment - punishment which often left her writhing in obvious pain.
The main focus of his tortures were her enormous tits. Bridget was proud of her oversized tits and took Adams torment’s of them with a stout heart, as a badge of courage and, love for him.
Adam’s tortures of the completely yielding Bridget were applied in a matrix of forms; bound and unbound and with and without permission to be vocal - his favorite scenario was to make her offer herself to him to suffer unbound, - completely stoic and mute. She knew the drill very well. Failure to perform for her Master would make him angry and she had no interest in seeing him mad.
It was often Adam’s pleasure to have Bridget suction her nipples until they were long, sensitive and, standing at full attention. He would then beat on those tender nubs with a flat whip while she stood erect, in heels, holding held her arms behind her head with her back arched. She counted each of his bruising slashes aloud. She had learned her numbers well. “One, Master.” “Two Master.”… “Twenty, Master.”… “Fifty. Master.” Adam was relentless, knowing Bridget was holding motionless at his command despite her intense, throbbing, ordeal.
On more than one occasion, after her tits were red and sore, he had Bridget lay down with her legs spread wide. He loved to see and feel the torrent of her cunt juices after such a beating.
“You are such a pain slut, Bridget! You get what you want, don’t you?
“Hold your tits together, slave, I’m going to rub my cock between them and flood my cum all over them. Then, you can rub my precious fluids into your aching tits to get some relief,” he said to her.
She knew better than to believe that. Sure enough, when he had spent himself, he squeezed a large dab of Ben Gay onto each nipple and told her to smear the slimy liquids on the already hurting orbs.
She also knew better than to make a fuss because while his massive, naked, chest hovered over her face and tits, he slid his still fully engorged cock into her slippery cunt, driving her crazy with lust. His pace quickened after a moment and, once again he slammed into her fiercely and successively while her tits blazed with mind-boggling fire.
“Don’t you dare, make a sound. Don’t you dare say a word. Don’t you dare cum, slut, or I’ll whip your tits again,” he shouted as he exploded into her again. With all the energy and self control she had within her, Bridget held back the release she so desperately needed.
“You are a good slave, Bridget. You are the best! You may cum now, sweetheart,” he said softly.
She knew full well not reach for him or to touch him, but she bucked and snapped her hips with such abandon that when she finally settled down, he knew she was emotionally and physically sated.
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Part # 2
Sister Sadie had a definite dominant streak, which was all the more evident when she was put in charge of young girls, as was now the case with Bridget. Sadie had been extremely successful as a teacher, bringing Bridget along regarding her diction and use of the English language. After more than a year of lessons, Bridget could read, write, and think clearly in English; she was a smart girl.
Sadie explained the concepts of years in an average lifetime, months in a year, weeks in a month, days in a week, hours in a day, minutes in an hour and, seconds in a minute. She made Bridget watch a clock tick and pointed out that each tick represented one second of time. She placed her in strict hog-tie positions for hours on end with a clock in front of her face. She reinforced the idea of time passing by binding Bridget’s elbows together behind her and, forcing Bridget to tell her how long she had been bound in minutes and seconds. Bridget was a quick learner. She got the idea of time and how to read a clock and how to predict when certain everyday human events were likely to occur.
She also had to learn other subjects: For math mistakes, Sadie made her count/add/multiply/divide strokes of the whip. Difficult lessons to be sure, as her heart-shaped ass was left crimson day-after-day.
Sadie next decided to introduce the idea of ages, weights and measures. Of course, Bridget had no idea how old she was and certainly didn’t grasp the idea of age. Patiently, Sadie showed Bridget pictures of babies, children, young people, and older people. She explained how the passage of time was involved in the concept of aging.
The next lesson was for Sadie to help Bridget determine, within a reasonable margin of error, just how old she herself was. Sadie was patient with Bridget. She started with the assumption that Bridget was about nine or ten years old when she was taken from her parents. She pressed Bridget to think about the cold and snowy winters in Germany, and said that the time differential from one winter to the next was one full year. She made Bridget write down what she could recall about the winters in her native land and how many might have come and gone while she was there.
The exercise was daunting, but Bridget eventually felt she could account for at least ten winters before she was taken from her Master and Mistress. She recalled spending another four winters with Adam.
Bridget’s skin was flawless and her muscle tone was perfect. Since no accurate date of birth was evident Sadie believed Bridget was about twenty-four years old; an age which corresponded well to her physical condition. To be more precise, Sadie, making a command decision, decided that Bridget was born on March the tenth. Bridget measured out to be 5 foot 8 and weighed 127 pounds.
Learning geography was a challenge. Sadie concentrated on the basics. For drill, Bridget was required to place a pin on a map in the correct position for each ocean and continent. When she failed to place the pin correctly, Sadie pressed the pin into Bridget’s thigh. Country locations were next, and then States. When Bridget didn’t respond to her lessons, Sadie made her hold her hands out in front of her and beat them with a ruler. The pin pricks and palm slaps encouraged Bridget to think quickly on her feet.
Sadie made sure Bridget knew she had been born and raised in Germany but, was living in the United States. Getting her to understand measurements, math and distance, such as how far Germany was from the US, was a matter for future lessons.
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Part # 3
Despite her great success in the “classroom,” Adam was not at all finished with his own training of Bridget. She couldn’t get enough of him. Any time he spent with her and, anything he did to her was flattering, perhaps even gratifying, to her. Her body looked like a piece of incredibly erotic sculpture. Every part of her seemed to be an erogenous zone. She had natural athletic ability with extremely powerful legs and arms, combined with great flexibility; Adam was determined to use those attributes to his erotic advantage.
When he was working at home, Adam, would bind her in tension filled positions for hours on end. Often, clad only in heels and a head harness tightly fastened to the ceiling of his office, he would stretch her body to emphasized her ample tits and strong core. He would only have to look at her briefly in that position before he would become fully aroused. Since her hands were free, he would require her to apply a warm erotic lotion on her tits and cunt and oblige her to pull her cunt lips apart for easy entry. She was tall enough for him to then penetrate her cunt or ass to get the relief he desperately needed. She was proud to be able to bring her master the pleasure she knew he received from her.
Adam moved his cock slowly in and out of her ass, he played aggressively with her tits. “Master, may I speak freely, Sir?” she asked quietly as he moved within her.
“Yes, slave, you may speak freely, but you must understand, I require you to be courteous and deferential whenever you speak to me. Do you know what the word ‘deferential’ means?”
“Sir, Sister Sadie, told me I always had to be very polite to you or I would be punished; that you would really hurt me if I didn’t talk to you just right. I think that’s what deferential means, Sir. Talking like a slave should talk.”
“Very good slave! So yes, go ahead and tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Master, Sir. I remember you told me that you love me and I know what that word means now. I love you too, Sir, and, I am so proud to be your slave girl. I’m probably not supposed to be proud at all, but Sister Sadie just taught me that word a few weeks ago and I knew right away that word fit my feelings real well, Sir. Will you let me love you and will you let me be proud to be your slave, Sir?”
The conversation was getting interesting to Adam. He managed to reach around Bridget with both hands and spread her cunt lips wide while he was still fucking her ass. She was sopping wet. He began to rub her clit ever so tenderly, and he could feel her legs and core tremble as he worked his fingers into and on her.
“Don’t you dare cum, slave. Keep on talking now. Don’t stop your train of thought just because I’m playing with your ass and clit. Go ahead.”
“Oh, god, Master. You have my clit in such a state. I’m not sure what I had on my mind any more. But, I am positive that if I don’t think about keeping under control, I’m sure to have a cum and, you would be very disappointed in me if I did that without your permission, wouldn’t you, Sir?”
“Do you really want to cum, slave girl?”
“Please! Please Sir! Pleaeeese let me cum now, Master. I beg you, pleaeese let me cum!”
“Do you want to get your own fingers in the act or, do you want me to finish off what I started, slave girl?”
“It doesn’t matter Sir. It really doesn’t matter. Either way, Sir.”
“Tell, me, slave. I want your direct answer, slave girl. How do you want it?”
He was teasing her now and she knew it. His fingers were doing their magic on her but, in reality, she really did want to take over.
“Master, I really would prefer that you play with my tits while I play with my clit, if it pleases you, Sir. Since you asked of course, Sir. May I pleaeeesese cum now, Master?” she pleaded, almost crying.
“Why, sure, slave. If it means that much to you, then go ahead. I want you to cum as many times as you can. Don’t stop to ask for further permission. Let ’er rip, slave girl!” he said sweetly.
The way her body shook during what seemed like an endless cum, he thought she would break the head restraints holding her in a standing position, and gratefully it did stabilize her. Her legs certainly could not have held her without the support of the tethered head restraint, given the four inch height of the stiletto heels she was wearing.
“Slave girl, I was pleased by your earnest begging just now. It gives me pleasure to hear you beg for what you want or need. I want you to work with Sister Sadie to write a small essay on your feelings about begging. If you feel more comfortable you can just talk to Sadie and have her write down what you say. Do you understand what I want, slave?”
“Yes, Sir. You want me to work on my writing and use as the subject, my feelings and attitudes about begging as part of my slave responsibilities to you. Is that right, Sir?”
“That’s right, slave. Now, why don’t you just think about that assignment and hang tight here for a while longer, while I get some work done.”
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Part # 4
Over the course of the following weeks, Bridget thought about the assignment Master Adam had given her. Sister Sadie was more than willing to write down, in draft form, the thoughts that were on Bridget’s mind but, in the end Bridget had taken the responsibility for authoring her essay.
Dear Master Adam,
Ever since I became you unworthy slave girl I have been impressed with your generosity toward me. It has been my pleasure to serve and service you. What has impressed me most, is you willingness to provide me with food, warmth, shelter, and love. As my master, you don’t have to provide any of those things to me. In fact, as we have discussed, you can whip me or kill me for no reason at all.
I often feel I should beg you for everything I get. It would be only appropriate if you made me beg to be punished for my misbehavior, for breaking your rules, for acting up. You would be right to make me beg to suffer for your entertainment. You would be right to make me plead for mercy when you beat me. You would be right to make me beg you for food and water, and even the place and opportunity to relieve myself on your property.
Begging is a sincere form of a slave’s humility and submission. When you make me beg, I do it freely because it’s what I want to do for you. I need you to think of me as a begging slave, who is not worthy of your personal attention.
You have been so generous to me by even allowing me to have cums when I should be serving only at your pleasure. I am especially honored to beg for the cums you bestow on me. Candidly, the more you make me beg for them, the greater my satisfaction when you finally relent.
So, please Sir, make me beg. Sister Sadie say’s a good master needs to be in firm control of his slave girl. A good slave should beg her Master for everything she gets. A good slave girl needs to be a submissive slave; broken of her own self will. A good slave girl needs to be put in her place and, needs to know how to beg correctly.
I thank you, Master, for the attention you give this unworthy slave girl. I love you, Sir. I trust I’m a good and begging slave girl for you, Sir. I want to beg for what I need. I’ll beg for your love, and for your attention. I beg for you to make me beg, Sir.
Respectfully,
Your humble, and begging, slave girl,
bridget
When Adam read Bridget’s essay, he practically ejaculated in his excitement.
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Bridget wasn’t one to let things simmer in her mind. She was a girl of action. Once she was clear as to what she needed to say, it didn’t take her long to prostrate herself, naked, in front of her Master. She said, “Master, Sir, may I speak freely again, Sir?”
“Yes, slave girl; you know the rules. Now, get on your knees, don’t look at me, keep your hands behind your head and, tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Sir, when I was making my confessions to Father Flagg yesterday, he blessed me with his sacred cum and, told me my body was a temple - your temple, Sir. He said I should visually consecrate and, dedicate my body to you so that it would be obvious to everyone who saw me naked that I was yours. Would that please you, Sir?”
“Yes, I’d like that, but, what did Father Flagg mean by dedicating your body to me. I take you, and torture you now, whenever I want to. What more did he want you to do by way of dedicating your body than that? Did he say?”
“Sir, yes he did give me some ideas. Would you like to hear them, Sir?”
“Tell me, slave, and make it quick!” Adam said sharply.
“Master, I beg you to let me have a tattoo dedicated to you - an identifying sign dedicated to you, and two gold nipple rings also dedicated to you, Sir. A lasting burn mark on my ass, two nipple holes, and an permanent mark over my cunt, Sir. Father Flagg gave me those ideas, Sir and, he said he would see to it, that if you want him to, he would take care of the details for you. I am so excited about those ideas I beg you Sir, to let me go through with them. What do you wish me to tell him, Sir?”
“Slave, I’m sure Father Flagg would only have my interests in mind in making those offers, but, for this moment I want you to beg me to fuck you right, slave girl! You have me so hot, I want to drill your sweat cunt. Beg me. Lay down with your hands under your ass and beg me to fuck you hard, slave. Spread your legs wide and beg!”
“Oh, Master, I really need you to fuck me Sir. All this talk about branding, and tattoos, and nipple rings have me worked up. Sir, Pleaseee, fuck me, Sir. Then we can talk about the details of my dedications to you, Sir.”
When they both had settled down, Adam said, “Slave girl, you do know how to fuck, I’ll give you that much. Now tell me what kind of a brand do you have in mind?“
“Master, I know that any hot brand will be very, very, painful. I’ve never actually seen one done, but I have a vivid imagination. I’m thinking of a heart shape with the words ‘slave b’ inside of the heart - a brand about the size of the palm of my hand, Sir. You could burn it in on my right ass cheek. Would that be satisfactory to you, Sir?”
“Let me hear the rest of your plan, slave girl, before I give you my decision. Go on with the rest.”
“Sir, the nipple rings are the easiest, I think, but my longer range plan would be for you to use those rings to pull me toward you when we fuck or to pull them outward when you fuck my ass. And, later, I think you would enjoy having me hooked up to a tit torture machine which would pull the rings in my nipples outward farther and farther. I’ve always had fantasies of getting my nipples longer. Right now they don’t seem large enough or long enough for my tits. How do you feel about them, Sir?”
“I’ll want to hear more about the tit torture machine later, but for now, go on, slave girl! Tell me about the tattoo.”
“I think the tattoo should be written in red right over my cunt. The words should be anything you want them to say, but one idea might be that they say ‘Master Adam’s cunt slave’.
“I beg you to tell me how you feel about all this, Master. I really need to know. I’m trying my best to be a good slave and to make my body a temple dedicated to you, Sir. Please help me do that, please.”
“Slave, I’ve been hesitant to give you nipple rings before, because I didn’t want to risk the rings getting caught up on a single tail whip. That could cause real damage to your beautiful tits. But, nipple rings are like ear rings and I could have you remove them before I beat you, I suppose. So, yes, let’s go forward with the nipple rings. Tell Father Flagg that I want nice gold rings - not too delicate and, not too thick. Tell him to take you to the best shop in town for that sort of thing, and I want Sister Sadie to keep your nipples clean and healthy during the healing period.
“I’m not thrilled about the branding idea. That would permanently mar your lovely skin and will certainly have a negative effect on my inclination to beat you where I most likely would want to use a whip, crop, or paddle. So that’s a firm ‘no,’ at least for now.
“I kind’a like the tattoo plan. And, the words you suggested are just right. Ask Father Flag to set up an appointment with the best tattoo artist in the area for that. No body fucks you before I do after that work is done, not even Father Flagg, understand, slave girl?
“In fact, I may even have a party for some of my best friends to show you off after all that work is finished to my satisfaction.”
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Part # 6
Father Flagg made the mistake of getting the tattoo first, because until that delicate space healed fully and properly, he had to wait his turn to fuck her. Adam was pleased with the results. The artist did a great job - neat and legible yet small enough to be covered by a bikini bottom if she was ever allowed to wear one. And, the old guy had the time of his life doing it too.
Bridget had always been sensitive about her nipples. Since her areolas were stretched tight because of the injections she had received, her nipples never seemed big enough in contrast to the tits themselves. She hoped that she could extend them, over time, with the aid of her new nipple rings. Then she had to explain to Adam about the tit torture devise she had in mind.
“Master, may I speak freely again, Sir?” She inquired after the ring holes had healed.
“You know the rules, slave girl, go ahead!”
“A few weeks ago, Sir, I mentioned that once my nipple rings were in place, and in good physical condition, I thought you might want to get a tit torture device which would supplement my new rings. You hadn’t heard of such a thing and told me to tell you about them one of these days. Are you ready now for me to explain what I had in mind, Sir?”
“Go on, slave girl. Make it quick!”
“Sir, the tit torture devise, is known by different names. I’ve read about several designs but they really all do the same job. Some are primarily made of wood, some metal, and some of vinyl tubing. Let me read what one advertisement had to say about the devise.
“The base plate is made to rest between a girls tits and a threaded rod fits into the base plate. A cross bar screws up and down on the threaded rod. At the ends of the cross bar is a monofilament line which has a clip which can be attached to a girls nipples. As the hand screw on the threaded rod is turned, the tension on the clips is increased and pulls the nipples forward. Each full turn of the hand screw moves the bar forward one-sixteenth of an inch.”
“Sir, it seems that most of the devises come with an optional neck strap so the devise can be used while the girl is standing up. I‘ve had visions of having you use this contraption on me since I first saw it, Sir. I’m sure when the tension is increased, it could make things very much out of the ordinary for the girl involved. Do you want me to ask Father Flagg to get us one?” she asked sheepishly.
The gadget arrived at the mansion in an unmarked package in less than ten days. Bridget’s heart raced as she brought the unopened parcel to Adam. Adam actually smiled to himself - he knew she was excited because he could see her heart beating from within the walls of her well developed chest.
He laid the gadget out on his desk. It had all the features she had described to him earlier. “On your knees slave. Who do you think you are standing here watching me like that?” he shouted.
“Master, I am so very sorry. I ask for your forgiveness, Sir. There is no excuse for this unworthy slave’s behavior right now, Sir. I beg you to whip me. Whip me hard. I deserve no less from you, Sir,” she said with obvious sincerity.
“Come here and lay across my lap, slave. I’m just going to spank your little ass. But, you will know you have been spanked. Now count for me so I know how many more strokes you will get.”
The spanking began. Bridget held back her tears until she couldn’t control herself any longer. Her sobbing wasn’t so much from the pain of her blazing ass, as it was for disappointing her dear Master. Seeing her tears Adam fucked her in every hole. She knew she had been forgiven.
Later, Adam told her to develop her tolerance to the new devise on her own time, as he would have several of his friends to the mansion to have a social evening and, to see how the thing worked -- she would be the solo model. Bridget wasn’t sure what her Master had in mind, but figured she needed to spend time stretching her tits and nipples often because she knew that Master Adam would soon test her to the limit.
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Part # 7
Adam had not, as yet, shown Bridget off to his friends in the custom made, erotic, leather outfit he had created for her. The outfit had been especially designed to show off her superb figure. The bra, if it could be called a bra, held her huge tits high on her chest while at the same time causing her to feel the pain of the built-in, sharp metal shards which dug into those over-ripe orbs. While he hadn’t even considered the tit torture devise at the time, he had the bra made with cut outs for her nipples.
The cincher tapered her waist to a stunning 22 inches. The leather helmet cut off her vision although she could speak through the wide opening left for her mouth. When she wore thigh-high stockings, and her 5 inch, stiletto, heels, she looked like a perfect, real-life, Barbie Doll. It was in this outfit that Adam was also going to demonstrate the power of the tit torture devise Bridget had so eloquently begged him to get for her.
He gave Bridget two weeks to be prepared for her grand performance in his movie projection room. The leather outfit and tit torture devise seemed made for each other. Bridget would have Sister Sadie to help her dress and act as her attendant for the evening. He invited three of his best chums and Father Flag to the event.
When all the guests were seated in the plush theater chairs and, were properly wined and dined, Sadie led Bridget onto the small stage of the sound proofed room. Sadie, as usual, had added her special touches to the outfit Bridget was wearing; namely remote vibrators for Bridget’s cunt and ass. She also had Bridget’s arms pinned behind her so as to provide an exaggerated uplift to her tits.
The tit devise itself was stabilized, perpendicular to the floor, by a rod from Bridget’s wide neck brace. Sadie had turned the tension knob to the point where the monofilament line, which was secured to her new nipple rings, was taut but, without tension. She would turn the knob four quarter turns to pull Bridget’s nipples and tits outward one quarter of an inch. To be sure, her tits were encased in leather and were not subject to much outward extension - most of the tension would be extracted on her nipples alone.
The design of Bridget’s outfit was described and the logistics of the evening explained to the guests. Each were urged to encourage Bridget through her pending ordeal. A red silk scarf was placed in Bridges finger tips. She was to have sole discretion to tell Sadie to move the turn screw one quarter turn, or to hold it in place, every 30 seconds. When she dropped the scarf the ordeal was over.
The men wagered $1,000 each to get in on the bet as to how many times Bridget would let Sadie move the turn screw one quarter turn before the scarf fluttered to the floor. Each man placed his wager in ink on a single slip of paper. Whoever got the closest to the actual number of quarter turns Bridget allowed, without going over, would win the $4,000 pot. Adam was excluded from the bet.
The theater lights were dimmed and, Bridget was drawn to the center of the room. An audible gasp was heard when the men saw the unbelievable sight before them - Bridget in her leather outfit and heels. Each wrote a number on a sheet of paper and Adam collected the pens with which they wrote. He loved those guys but, didn’t trust them as far as he could throw them.
“Are you ready for your ordeal, slave girl?” Adam asked.
“Yes, Master, I’m ready and, eager to start,” she replied softly.
“It’s in your hands, slave, say ‘move,’ when you’re ready.”
Sadie moved the knob but not much happened, at least to the eyes of the guests. Several more turns and Bridget’s aureoles could be seen peaking out more directly from the holes in the spiked bra. At turn number eight, Bridget’s nipples were becoming distended but she didn’t seem to be suffering any ill effects. At turn number twelve, Bridget began to shudder in pain as her nipples were pulled to an extreme length. Her legs began to quiver and the men in the room began to shout obscene encouragements for her to continue.
In less than ten minutes Bridget dropped the red scarf and the men cheered and applauded in appreciation. The kept up the cheers and catcalls to make sure Sadie didn’t loosen the device too soon. After about two minutes of unbearable tension on Bridget’s nipples, Sadie could hear the sobs coming from the helmet and, released the strain and removed the device from Bridget’s body. In all, Sadie had turned the knob 16 quarter turns and Father Flagg won the bet. Sadie quickly applied soothing healing cream and comforted Bridget, her most unique student.
“On your knees, Slave girl, it’s time to relieve some engorged cocks. Get busy,” said Adam.
Adam was first in line. He took Bridget’s helmeted head in his hands and drove his thick cock down her throat in one quick thrust. It didn’t take much time for him to unload his pent up jism down Bridget’s well practiced mouth. She didn’t spill a drop.
The next man in line, slid his cock into Bridget and looked quickly at Adam. “What’s going on here?” he asked. “I’ve never felt my cock slide so easily into any girl before.“ He didn’t stop his plunging motion to wait for an answer and was still panting as he removed himself for the next waiting cock.
The looks of amazement from each man continued until Father Flagg had his turn. He looked like he had figured out the mystery and announced proudly, “This fucking angel doesn’t have any natural teeth anymore. When her false teeth are removed there’s nothing to get in the way and, she can open up completely. What a great idea! What a great sensation! Did I guess it right, Adam?”
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The End of Chapter #2
Note # 1: The last two chapters of this story took a lot of time to unfold on paper the way I wanted. Thanks to those who stayed with it to the conclusion of this chapter.
Note # 2: I appreciate comments I receive from my readers, especially those from submissive women who enjoy my work or, who want to explore a cyber relationship with me. biggreek100@aol.com.)
Note #3: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989. LC
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