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ORIGINAL: Icarys

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ORIGINAL: Mercnbeth

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Change "Sold!!" to 'slave' and I spent a considerable amount of time with those claiming it was their "fantasy". As in the case of "sold" when reality sets in, that doesn't meet the expectations of a Harlequin novel - the fantasy sours fast.

Most with these fantasies have never seen or met a 'slave' let alone appreciate what's involved in being one - sold or volunteered. It doesn't mean doing what is in your fantasy - if means doing what your owner says, all the time, in real time. In other words it means reality. Very few want that reality or would live it 24/7.

That's not to say the other side of the flogger is any different. "Ownership" is a full time commitment equal to the commitment of the slave. Just as few want that 24/7 responsibility.

Sure - it was always FUN for a day, a weekend, an extended 10 day 'experiment'; but its been my real life, real time experience to hear; "You really want to do this ALL the time!? Wow - I can't/won't!" Now I happen to believe and find it necessary for there to be an emotional and mental connection, but that is not required and I acknowledge that there are many very successful and happy Master/slave relationships where emotions and a mental connection do not play a part in the dynamic. I can see a case made for an emotional connection being a hindrance, but that preference and determination is up to the 'Owner'. Entering into that 'sold' status as a 'slave' is that part of the 'fantasy' over a long period of time and without hope that the condition will change and the 'evil' 'cruel' Owner will come to love his 'pet'? That very well could be the first idea beaten out of you as an 'owned slave'. Remember, committing to be sold it's not up to you who buys you - your new 'Owner' determines the dynamic. Unless of course, this fantasy requires a written contract controlling what can, and can't be done; however in that case its more a 'conditional lease'.

I've often said that beth has never been more 'free' in her 'slavery'. (Taken in the context of lifestyle slavery and NOT to be confused with the #1 definition that involves fundamental non-consent'.) However, even at the OP's top end or any dollar amount of 'insurance'; how many would live the "sold into slavery" life knowing some of what will be required such as:

• Limited family contact
  
• Job/career limitations
  
• No control over finances
  
• Relocation
  
• Food/Drink restrictions
  
• Speech restrictions
  
• Clothing restrictions
  
• Public exposure
  
• 24/7 Personal Service to the Owner, or whoever he/she designates
  
• 24/7 Sexual Service to the Owner, or whoever he/she designates
  
• Body Modification
  
• Daily work tasks
  
• Fulfillment of the Owner's fantasies
  
• No Limits
  
• No Safe-word
  
• No time limit

Now there is no representation of any 'standard' being presented here - just an attempt to add a little reality into the fantasy; and a little advice from a person who did seek and had too many failures to be considered an 'expert' even with consideration to my current self defined 'success'. You better know, and I mean know intimately, the partner coming to you representing whatever 'ideal fantasy' you have in mind. Trust is critical and must be reciprocal without compromise, and without any room for compromise down the road. Good luck finding that.

Do you live that list?

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ORIGINAL: thishereboi

I have a thought or actually a question......If you sign a lifetime contract and 1/2 the money is put into a bank account until your service is ended, how are you going to spend it? Can't take it with you.

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ORIGINAL: agirl

Master X enters the room that I'm occupying , busily scrubbing the piece of floor where he missed the piss-bucket, and signalled me to crawl across to him and kneel before him. He proceeded to open his fly and flop out his enormous, saggy, wart ridden bollocks and gestured for me to begin licking them clean from his encounter with another slave earlier that day. I  did so as I held my breath and controlled my dry heaves from the scent eminating from his scrunched and smeg ridden foreskin.
Moments later, with a stumpy, half erection he moved behind me, lifted my work-a-day skirt and mounted me which , thankfully, I could barely feel while I fixed my gaze on the piece of unscrubbed floor that I would have to attend to when he'd finished unloading his sperm.
I thanked him for his attentions and crawled back to my task as I was dismissed by the closing of the door. I glanced down at my calloused knees and the redness surrounding the dry areas of hard skin and dipped my cracked, swollen hands back into the cold water to find the scrubbing brush.

Yum yum.

agirl

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Missturbation said:
But do you really have to pull someone elses fantasy apart in such a crass way?

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ORIGINAL: agirl

Master X enters the room that I'm occupying , busily scrubbing the piece of floor where he missed the piss-bucket, and signalled me to crawl across to him and kneel before him. He proceeded to open his fly and flop out his enormous, saggy, wart ridden bollocks and gestured for me to begin licking them clean from his encounter with another slave earlier that day. I  did so as I held my breath and controlled my dry heaves from the scent eminating from his scrunched and smeg ridden foreskin.
Moments later, with a stumpy, half erection he moved behind me, lifted my work-a-day skirt and mounted me which , thankfully, I could barely feel while I fixed my gaze on the piece of unscrubbed floor that I would have to attend to when he'd finished unloading his sperm.
I thanked him for his attentions and crawled back to my task as I was dismissed by the closing of the door. I glanced down at my calloused knees and the redness surrounding the dry areas of hard skin and dipped my cracked, swollen hands back into the cold water to find the scrubbing brush.

Yum yum.

agirl

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ORIGINAL: agirl

Master X enters the room that I'm occupying , busily scrubbing the piece of floor where he missed the piss-bucket, and signalled me to crawl across to him and kneel before him. He proceeded to open his fly and flop out his enormous, saggy, wart ridden bollocks and gestured for me to begin licking them clean from his encounter with another slave earlier that day. I  did so as I held my breath and controlled my dry heaves from the scent eminating from his scrunched and smeg ridden foreskin.
Moments later, with a stumpy, half erection he moved behind me, lifted my work-a-day skirt and mounted me which , thankfully, I could barely feel while I fixed my gaze on the piece of unscrubbed floor that I would have to attend to when he'd finished unloading his sperm.
I thanked him for his attentions and crawled back to my task as I was dismissed by the closing of the door. I glanced down at my calloused knees and the redness surrounding the dry areas of hard skin and dipped my cracked, swollen hands back into the cold water to find the scrubbing brush.

Yum yum.

agirl

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ORIGINAL: missturbation

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ORIGINAL: thishereboi

I have a thought or actually a question......If you sign a lifetime contract and 1/2 the money is put into a bank account until your service is ended, how are you going to spend it? Can't take it with you.

Lol i hadn't thought of that. However i would never even consider a lifetime contract.

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ORIGINAL: thishereboi

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ORIGINAL: agirl

Master X enters the room that I'm occupying , busily scrubbing the piece of floor where he missed the piss-bucket, and signalled me to crawl across to him and kneel before him. He proceeded to open his fly and flop out his enormous, saggy, wart ridden bollocks and gestured for me to begin licking them clean from his encounter with another slave earlier that day. I  did so as I held my breath and controlled my dry heaves from the scent eminating from his scrunched and smeg ridden foreskin.
Moments later, with a stumpy, half erection he moved behind me, lifted my work-a-day skirt and mounted me which , thankfully, I could barely feel while I fixed my gaze on the piece of unscrubbed floor that I would have to attend to when he'd finished unloading his sperm.
I thanked him for his attentions and crawled back to my task as I was dismissed by the closing of the door. I glanced down at my calloused knees and the redness surrounding the dry areas of hard skin and dipped my cracked, swollen hands back into the cold water to find the scrubbing brush.

Yum yum.

agirl

that was an interesting bit of fantasy porn, but I am not sure how it fits into the thread?

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ORIGINAL: thishereboi

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ORIGINAL: agirl

Master X enters the room that I'm occupying , busily scrubbing the piece of floor where he missed the piss-bucket, and signalled me to crawl across to him and kneel before him. He proceeded to open his fly and flop out his enormous, saggy, wart ridden bollocks and gestured for me to begin licking them clean from his encounter with another slave earlier that day. I  did so as I held my breath and controlled my dry heaves from the scent eminating from his scrunched and smeg ridden foreskin.
Moments later, with a stumpy, half erection he moved behind me, lifted my work-a-day skirt and mounted me which , thankfully, I could barely feel while I fixed my gaze on the piece of unscrubbed floor that I would have to attend to when he'd finished unloading his sperm.
I thanked him for his attentions and crawled back to my task as I was dismissed by the closing of the door. I glanced down at my calloused knees and the redness surrounding the dry areas of hard skin and dipped my cracked, swollen hands back into the cold water to find the scrubbing brush.

Yum yum.

agirl

that was an interesting bit of fantasy porn, but I am not sure how it fits into the thread?

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ORIGINAL: mistoferin

Hmmmm....I saw agirl's post as humor.

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ORIGINAL: Icarys

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ORIGINAL: agirl

Master X enters the room that I'm occupying , busily scrubbing the piece of floor where he missed the piss-bucket, and signalled me to crawl across to him and kneel before him. He proceeded to open his fly and flop out his enormous, saggy, wart ridden bollocks and gestured for me to begin licking them clean from his encounter with another slave earlier that day. I  did so as I held my breath and controlled my dry heaves from the scent eminating from his scrunched and smeg ridden foreskin.
Moments later, with a stumpy, half erection he moved behind me, lifted my work-a-day skirt and mounted me which , thankfully, I could barely feel while I fixed my gaze on the piece of unscrubbed floor that I would have to attend to when he'd finished unloading his sperm.
I thanked him for his attentions and crawled back to my task as I was dismissed by the closing of the door. I glanced down at my calloused knees and the redness surrounding the dry areas of hard skin and dipped my cracked, swollen hands back into the cold water to find the scrubbing brush.

Yum yum.

agirl

That sounds hot. You single?