The first few days of slavery were beyond terrible. Their description of the set-up had made it sound like I would be some sort of live-in butler. Ins...ead I found myself dressed in bondage gear and forced to not only cook and clean for them, but to act as their personal sex object. I hadn't known Keith was bisexual until he bent me over the dining room table and forcefully raped my arsehole while his wife helped hold me down, both of them laughing and joking and commenting on my performance. I screamed in terror when I saw what was inside. I tried to get away but he pulled on the leash dragging me into the room. I was clawing at the collar which was tightening around my throat. I lost my footing and slipped to the floor. He dragged me to one side of the room, pulled me up on my feet and tied the leash to a hook on the wall. I tried to reach the hook but it was too high. I screamed for help."Scream away slut. The only people who can hear you are your husband and the fuck slave and. The dress code was extremely casual at this place and she would alternate wearing jeans or shorts, or summer dresses with flip flops; whatever she felt like wearing. She loved the place.Nora is a smart woman, and she’s quick with math and picking up things. So the clerical part of the job was easy for her. The owners were happy with her work ethic and were very lenient with her as far as time off. But if she didn’t work, she didn’t get paid, so it wasn’t a big deal to them.The staff of the. The bastard had seduced her too. He had cried for weeks after he found them. She had wanted children so much and he had not been successful in getting her pregnant. His partner found out and used her for a while until she discovered that he too couldn't get the job done. Their doctor had told them a few months before she died that the cancer that would kill her had made her unable to make a child. It had taken the starch out of her will to live. He had hated her memory for a while but he had.