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jagdesclave -> the slave is named O (1/16/2010 12:12:22 PM)
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O was walked down the dark corridor happily, almost jauntily, showing off her lash marks to everyone along the way as happily as a woman showing off a 20 karat diamond ring. O walked completely nude except for the metal chains on her ankles and wrists, the corridor was quiet, it felt calm almost peaceful. O enjoyed walking in chains, feeling the weight on her ankles and wrist, hearing the delightful tinkling of metal chains tinkling and dragging on stone the stone floor, it reminded her constantly of who and what she was. To O it felt … natural. There were many doors, O wondered what was in them but could easily guess. O had been in so many dungeons since leaving Paris all different and all the same terror mixed with the sub space high, agony mixed with ecstasy, there were times on the rack or torture posts she would have done anything to be set free, but there were other times she felt so high floating in sub space she wouldn’t have traded them for the world that more than made up for those times. O almost giggled at the thought of her wearing chains, she wasn’t gong to go any ware. Even now just walking away from the whipping post she was already greatly anticipating her next session and the anticipation was growing with each footstep, her nipples felt more alive, her clit vibrated, her breathing picked up a notch, her eyes dilated and her slave heart started pounding with delirious excitement. As just the thought she was an actual slave girl exited her to no end, it was no longer a long secret dream but reality, .. She was an actual slave girl being led in chains by a Master. Just the simple act of walking in chains was almost too much pleasure to bare.
Out of the long dark hall another form emerged from the long darkness, O kept her head downcast but was able to glance up with the flick of her eyes. It was another Master slave couple walking in opposite directions. to O it was almost a mirror of herself. It was a stunningly beautiful Hispanic slave girl completely nude except for a tight purple corset she was also in wrist and ankle chains tinkling as she walked. Like O she was covered in whip lash marks. O didn’t know if she was a consensual slave or a captive slave but the girl locked eyes with O and with a quick ‘Isn’t it wonderful to be a slave girl” wink and a smile to quick for anyone else to see, communicated she was a consensual slave. O saw it and gave a quick smile back silently communicating that she too was here consensually. The Hispanic slave also gave a similar almost imperceptible smile and then walked past like two ships in the night. O wanted to talk to the girl but knowing she was consensual was enough for now, O wondered how many of the women here were consensual? The only one O had ever met was at the château in Paris and was of course a consensual slave. The guard stopped at one of the doors and opened it. It was dark inside O had the usual rush of fear and excitement at the unknown inside. The dim light from the hallway showed a single wooden pole inside
He walked O over to it and ran the rope up to the ring then pulled O’s wrists upwards. Then left O alone in the dark. Almost instantly O leaned up against the wooden pole stimulation her clit, in the dark her eyes opened wide at the secret pleasure of it. the silence and stillness enveloped O’s senses through the doorway she heard a sudden scream of a woman, O held her breath trying to guess if it was consensual or not. even now O couldn’t tell the difference between the scream of a woman being whipped or one having an orgasm, they were so similar. An hour later the door opened again, a different guard entered pulling the Hispanic slave O had seen in the corridor earlier that evening. O instantly lowered her head downwards. The guard didn’t say a word but walked her over to the pole and ran her wrist rope up to the iron ring tying her off in a manner similar to O. the corset was gone and the girl was now completely nude. She had more lash marks on her body and was quietly crying and shaking. she kept her head and eyes lowered. Then closed the door closed leaving the two bound slave girls alone in the dark. O moved closer pressing her naked slave flesh up against her’s to comfort her, still not sure if she was crying from the pleasure of the whipping or not. As soon as O sensed the guard was gone she whispered ‘this slave is named O’
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