I must confess I enjoyed it like none of my boyfriends had made me feel. Or it could just be because it was my first time with a girl. I believe she knew I was just pretending to be asleep. Be quiet!” she shouted. I was immediately silent. She was quite frightening when she spoke like that! She was very angry! The voice merely laughed. “But first, I think I should explain that rubber slaves don’t need a voice. They exist to submit, serve and obey. I am now pumping a liquid rubber into the gag that’s in your mouth. Think of it like a balloon filled with liquid latex. Once finished, it will solidify and seal, leaving only a tube for you to be fed through – you will have no more mouth.” The realization that Elena had disposed of her hit her hard. Her Goddess had rejected her and cast her down into her own personal hell for all eternity. She would be forced to spend the rest of her life in constant misery, unable to enjoy the situation she always dreamed of. There was so much she wanted to say, but gagged and trapped in a soundproof room, she couldn’t say anything. No one would hear her screams or her sobs.

Exactly 100 years after the Daily News first introduced her ancestors Omarino and Ricudo to the British public, Fany Kuiru, a Witoto Indian from Colombia, has appealed to the outside world to ‘help us uncover the fate of our Indigenous brothers … so that our ancestors’ spirits can rest in peace.’ I’ve come to say goodbye, dear Peter. We must all move on. You could only be our gate slave for a short time. We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I hope you are grateful. The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now. You must obey her as you would me. I hope you don’t think I was too cruel with you. I was strict, as I had to be. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter.” To celebrate the 2-year anniversary of posting my 1st story, I decided to write a sequel to catch up with hardcore masochist Liz after all that time, coincidently taking place on the 2-year anniversary of her imprisonment. If you want to learn how Liz got into this situation, read the 1st story here: I welcome you to your new life, Peter. 24 hours have elapsed, so your contract is now fully in effect. You can’t cancel it now. I am your Supervisor. You are now at our Farm. This is where you will serve out the terms of your contract. As you recall, you agreed to the training course that we have devised. Our course is designed to harden males physically, reduce their weight to a value proper for a healthy male, and to modify their male impulses as required for the service of women. For new entrants, this means we need to use methods which require some degree of compulsion. And that includes you, Peter! You probably didn’t realize it, but the contract you signed contained your agreement to be committed here for the term of the contract. We therefore have the legal right to use enforcement. And we intend to!” Imagine what it must be like for Liz. Imagine if on the day since you read that story, you were arrested and every day up untill now was spent immobilized and isolated in in heavy bondage. If every experience you had since then was instead replaced by darkness and isolation. All that time wasted as you are trapped, unable to do anything and absolutely miserable.Had it just been one of her hallucinations? Or maybe it was a nightmare? Elena would never really throw her away like that, would she?

said and she asked me directly whether I can do that job when my uncle is not there. Internally I was overjoyed, but I was so shy to express my feeling. '

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The photographs are properly marked SAFE or RESTRICTED ( 18+ only / nudity). There are NO porn nor stolen photos ! She started hearing footsteps that only got louder as time went on and silhouettes began appearing in the doorway. With how used to isolation she was, the sound and light was really disorienting. As her eyes continued adjusting to the brightness, Liz began to recognize one of the silhouettes. right. Then she turned to my side and, wowwwww, she looked at me with a furious face. 'Hey, you know what, I was thinking about the thing happened today, She continued. “This is real, Peter, not a dream, not just another of your story-fantasies! We have read your stories, of course! They are amusing stories. But now, you are about to experience the reality! This time, it’s not a story! This time, you find out what it’s like, to be a slave, for real!” Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later”

ADDA DADA's photography presents a variety of adults at different public events . These photographs do NOT imply the person's sexual orientation in any way. Everyone was asked and they consented to be photographed and posted Well aunt you really have beautiful feet, and they really deserve great pampering, and I can see uncle has done his job well. ' She smiled for what I Liz didn’t know how long it had been since she started her sentence for a murder she didn’t commit, but it felt like a long time, even when she considered she was trapped in bondage and isolation for the whole duration. And while it had been worn down by all the time she had spent in isolation, the deep hope within her that her mistress would return and rescue her still remained. The man interrupted his thoughts, “and I need to tell you about a few other things.” Instantly, Max couldn’t breathe, just as he started to panic, the nose tubes reopened. Then, suddenly there was light. Having been in darkness for so long it took time for his eyes to adjust. I was selected to a local university which is about 150 miles away from my home. And my parents asked me to stay in my aunt's place (which is just near theThe hood owned him, and he must obey it. The hood owned him, and he must comply with any instructions it gave. The hood was him and he obeyed the hood, comply, obey the hood, submit, obey the hood, serve, obey the hood, obey… The Indians were ‘presented’ to British Consul Roger Casement in their Putumayo homeland in southern Colombia in 1910. Omarino was exchanged for a pair of trousers and a shirt; Ricudo was won in a game of cards. Complete suits, gloves, masks, re-breather-kits, gags or several accessoires? In our shop you will find almost everything a rubber-heart desires.