liltwisted1
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Hi everyone, I've written this short story and would appreciate any of my slave peers opinions as to what they would do, how they interpret this, any feelings in general, etc. My sincerest thanks in advance for any and all who read this. Twisted As with every new beginning, fresh and unblemished, all was right with the world. The wait was over, two were now one, embarking on a future filled with insurmountable physical and psychological pleasure. Our couple eagerly started their honeymoon period but alas, their good fortune was short lived; a rocky and treacherous path loomed in the not so distant future. Our happy couple lived in a tiny village called Vanillaville, a nice place with wonderful people. This couple carried out their daily routines as professional workers, returning in the evenings to their carefully guarded erotic secret. The Master, a seasoned professional and his slave, a FNG, seemed a good match. The slave had never experienced anything as intense or addictive as her Master, thereby wanting him all the time. Her poor Master had to tell her that: "Yes, a good slave was to always be ready for her Master, dripping with desire for him. And yet, it is the Masters place to say when, where and how such encounters would occur." The slave reasoned anything that good was worth waiting for and kept her peace. In a short period their interludes grew fewer and farther between. A report of the slaves growing frustration combined with rapid dissipating arousal, emerged. The inability to question her Master about their play cessation didn't help. One day when she could no longer tolerate it, she asked him if this was about her or if he was vanilla. Enraged, her Master retrieved the implements that had always delivered such a magical mixture of pain and pleasure and used them on his slave. This surprised the slave as she had not seen nor felt these toys in a long time. Later the slave reported that this was the best she had ever received at his hand yet, something was missing. When questioned further, she stated that it felt as if she had berated him into giving her what she wanted and, that thought sickened her. Last report indicates that the slave still loves her Master, they live in the same house without speaking, the slave doesn't want the toys used on her and, orgasm for her might be a thing of the past... Ok group, is there any way to fix this mess? If so, how would you, as a slave, go about fixing it? If not, how would you bury this sad story?
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