Many of the women I have taken into slavery rebel against the very thought and need to, quite literally in fact, be beaten into submission. Trust when...I say that making a slave resign themselves to slavery and enjoy slavery are two very different things. The Post, as an example, is one who enjoys the slavery and the pain. Time was spent conditioning her so as to react with arousal to thoughts and experiences of slavery. I had to break everything that once was the woman and rebuild a painslut in. I was never going to be your faithful docile wife, Ron – ‘cause I’m a fucking whore! A dirty, degenerate, motherfucking trash whore! If you can’t deal with that, then fuck you!”And so Georgina came, a wave of mindfucking ecstasy washing over her as she revelled in the sheer liberating debauchery of her situation. She tried hard to stay silent, but to no avail. A muffled groan escaped from her lips – which the unseen threesome must have heard, because the next thing she noticed was a bright. John spoke. “Good girl.” He shuffled himself back over to her side where he could get a better view of her tits. “I saved the best for last. I’ve wondered for years what your tits looked like. I always wondered if you have little pink nipples since you’re a redhead! I’m so glad to see that you do.” He slid one hand up her tummy and the other hand up her back and cupped one of her small breasts.“Barely even a handful.” He said. “Amazing. I could bust my load right now just playing with these. One night, I finally worked up the courage to meet a guy who I had been talking to. He was young, and I don't think had much experience with girls like me, but he was curious. I was already dolled up as we had been talking online, and on the phone. We agreed to meet at a parking lot near where we lived and just see how it went. I pulled up in my Jeep and waited for a couple of minutes until I saw his car arrive and park. I got out and walked over to his car, and got in. We talked for a couple.