I was raised in a troubled home. Raped by my uncle since 10 years old and still being sold. Send me a letter if you'd like me as a slave.
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8. I’m afraid of dark woods and wolves
19. My favourite movie is Breakfast At Tiffany’s.
4. No I don’t believe so.
1. First sexual experience?
2. A moment you thought you weren’t going to survive?
3. Least favorite family member?
4. Have you ever been in love? If so, are you still?
5. Sweetest thing someone has ever done for you?
6. Favorite gift you’ve ever gotten?
7. Something…
She went with her mistress up into the elevator and into the penthouse. She was speechless. She looked over at her mistress and nodded when she spoke to her about what she was to do when her mistress came home. She paused at the hallway and look at the window, when the window/wall looked so breakable and high up.
She heard Rebecca start speaking again about freedom and what her privileges would be. She would always follow whoever took her away from whom she hated. She looked up at her mistress’s expression, which turned serious while she sat. Belle smiled and nodded. ” I will always have you know.” She knew she was a owned human and she had no freedom left. It was nice knowing she was away from her uncle.
Her mistress explained that she would not always be kind and collected. She understood clearly ” I understand, Ma’am.” She smiled lightly and looked at her feet. She felt so grubby and not worthy for her mistress. She was allowed to be herself which she was very happy about. Rebecca changed the subject to sex life and desires. ” I’ll do anything for you, But I do like being dominated and I like subtle biting. But not heavy bondage? Please, Ma’am, I mean.” She smiled and looked for permission to sit.
Rebecca smiled. “Yes, sit,” she said, offering her the seat next to her on the couch, which she gratefully took. “You’ll just have to go with whatever I throw at you,” Rebecca said a bit mysteriously. With that, Rebecca slowly leaned in towards the girl’s face and kissed her, being very gentle. Her hand slowly rose to her face as her jaw got more into it, unleashing her tongue into her new slave’s mouth. She raised her other hand and placed in the small of the girl’s back, getting more and more into her. Rebecca surprised herself in seeing how much she missed having a slave, but she didn’t care. She wanted to test the girl out. She slowly eased on top of her and her kissing grew more deep. Her hands roamed to her slave’s breasts, feeling that they were just what Rebecca liked: perfectly big enough while not being too much. Her head bobbed as she explored the girl’s mouth, quietly moaning at the girl’s response.
As her mistress tenderly kissed her, she became surprised,but fell into it. She moved her lips back against Rebecca’s and put her hands on her waist, kicking off her own shoes. She twisted her leg with Rebecca’s and moved her fingers down her back and up her blouse a bit.
She began to pull off her shirt but waited for a sign that it was okay. Her first time with a girl and this one was hot.
She had smiled at him brightly, And kept walking. At that particular part she felt his hand on her back and she blushed. She wasn’t used to being touched by other gently so she felt different.
After passing the crowd, he asked her why she had known his name ” Thorton’s gym?…
She sucked in air a bit when he saw her ring. She felt so guilty now. ” I belong to Rebecca Jones.” She sighed and looked at her feet. ” Are you mad with me?” She pursed her lips and walked away, she had to find a way home without getting into trouble.
