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the greek slave He had bought a slave, a female Greek valuable slave. His excitement let him pull her quickly into the house. His first slave. And he was now the first slave owner in his family. What to do with her next? He looked down at his newly purchased property, her long dark hair, her beautiful face with very sensual lips, and her curvy body hidden in an old rag of a dress. She kept her eyes down and her body was slightly tense. She smelled of the dusty road, but it seemed she had been allowed to clean herself before the auction as her smell was quite lovely and fresh. With a quick de… Przeczytaj więcej

I pressed my legs together. I felt hot and nervous. The texture of my seat on my most private parts let me think of all the people that might have sat here before, all the germs I was now exposed to, no safety layer of cloth between the much used surface of this cheap airline's narrow passenger accommodation that was called a seat. For me it also could have been an electric chair, it gave me no comfort. He had given me strict rules. No panties, short skirt, no bra. On a five hour flight. To where he would wait for me. I did all he requested so far. I wanted to be a good girl. But now my nervou… Przeczytaj więcej

All she could see was black. Not even the faintest glint of light got through the soft material that was tied around her head. She was blindfolded. Very efficiently, she thought as she tried to move her hands to her face in vain. They were tied tightly to each other and fixed with a rope above her head. Which left her some space to move, but not enough to reach her head. She didn't panic, wasn't even really afraid, she knew that no harm would come to her. He wanted to test her, that was all. In the middle of the night he had woken her up, blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. He… Przeczytaj więcej

My clothes were laid out for me, beautifully arranged on the soft bench at the end of his bed. He always chose them for me, and on days he didn't have to go anywhere he often even enjoyed to dress me himself. My clothes were never meant to warm me or to be practical, they were always just decoration for him to take off again whenever he chose to.I had no choice of clothes, hairstyle or even food. Once i had accepted it, i looked forward to see what he had in mind for me each morning.It was an important part of our arrangement. He took care of me, payed for my food and clothes, and gave me all… Przeczytaj więcej

Its dark over my eyes. I can’t see. I feel the tight cloth wrapped around my head, covering evry last bit of light that tries to reach my crying eyes. I scream in frustration, i cant move my hands to pull it off my head. I feel tight leather cuffs wrapping my wrists tightly like a second skin. They are fixed to a hard device behind my back, i pull and pull and scream but my hands are stuck behind my back. Helpless i lay half on my tummy, half on my side, wiggling. The sheet smells like latex, and its rubber like surface is covered in my drool and tears. I hear the door open, foot steps. A st… Przeczytaj więcej