The same fans who now own his body. All of it. Forever.He remembers the team kit, the camaraderie with his team mates. The feeling of being a pampe...ed star and an idol to the fans. How he yearns for a return to such freedom, as he stands stark naked, his abused arse twitching as it is free from its plug until this evening. Forbidden to speak, now owned property and the property of his club.Slave number 3 used to be called Tommy. Now it seems absurd to think of having a name. He isn’t. Yiqian shuddered when she remembered how close she had come to being avictim herself. She had already been selected to join the Americansmission and had been visiting her family in Zhengzhou. At first shehadn't been aware of the commotion as she moved from stall to stall at alocal market.Then she looked up as she saw people rushing down the street towardsher. At first she thought a fight was going on and people were trying toget away. Then the crowd cleared and she saw a man, clearly. I have always loved a back massage and I could feel the tension ebbfrom my muscles as she continued to use the cloth over my back. She wasright behind me and she must have crouched down because she turned firstto the backs of my legs and then moved up to my bum cheeks. She graspedboth cheeks in her hands and began to knead and massage them slowly andsensuously. I felt the cloth move between my cheeks and gently wash methere. That area was so sensitive that I squirmed a little but then Ijumped. "Well I started to notice that I liked women who wore jewellery, I likedthe sparkle and look of the jewellery, so I ended up deciding, if Iliked the look why not copy it for myself." And do you like it on yourself?" Very much so, I..." You, what?" The feeling of the rings around my fingers, always reminding me that Iam a woman; the jingle of my bracelets when I move -- even the feel ofmy earrings tugging on my earlobes, it is all so wonderful that I cannotbelieve I missed out on the feelings.