Summary: A Girl Confesses her Slave-Girl Fantasy to a male friend. He borrows a friend’s cabin and they go up there for the weekend. He promises her a dirty slave-girl weekend. But then he brings “friends” and soon she’s cooking, cleaning, and fucking all of them. Monday rolls around, but the slave game doesn’t end. They bring in another girl; at least now she has help.
Her Fantasies
Doesn’t every girl have slave-girl slut fantasies? I’ve always considered myself a feminist. I’m smart, sharp, and going to college. I’d tell a guy to fuck off if he treated me like guys do in my fantasies. I hate myself sometimes, because of how degraded and stupid my masochistic fantasies make me feel. Why do I ache and dream about being abused and molested and violated? I tried to resist them, really. But one day, I finally decided to give in and get it out of my system.
Most guys wouldn’t do what I really wanted. You know that old cliché about making a kid smoke cigarettes until their sick of them and never want another cigarette in my life? I needed a guy who from Friday afternoon until Monday morning would degrade and humiliated me, fuck me silly, until I never wanted to hear the word slave again.
I knew one guy I could trust. He wouldn’t kill me or dump me in a ditch. But I had no doubt that when Monday morning rolled around, I’d feel stripped of anything but my basic nature as a body designed to pleasure men, an obedient little fuck doll for his use.
Kinks and Limits
No ageplay or scat. I don’t need any extreme kinks, but I’m also kink-flexible in the context of this story.
Writing Style
First or Third Person is fine. A couple of paragraphs is fine for a post, but I can go with longer or a little bit shorter. Decent, but not great grammar is nice.
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Submitted March 01, 2017 at 03:25AM by Shared-Slut http://ift.tt/2lSj8SU
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