Eventually you realized they were not crazy. Now that you were out of your daze you looked around checking your supplies looking over your shelves in ...he bottom of the basement. You see that you have about three days worth of canned food and water. You also had a .22 8 shot revolver with only around 30 rounds. You knew it wouldn't be enough to keep you fully safe and also the location wasn't as great as you thought. "It would be really easy to get stuck down here" you muttered to yourself.. Master turned on an audio tape that played softly. The phrases were meant to make us better slaves, by making us more sensitive."You are Master's slave", went the tape, "He owns you body and soul"I smiled. I like to be owned. It makes me feel so good."You are Master's slave", I heard again, "He owns you body and soul"Yes, I thought, he owns me. I have no other Lord."You are Master's slave. He owns your feet. You will walk in the way of your master!"Yes. Master speaks, and I obey. He says go,. She continued to sniffle as Tori pulled up her panties over her sore bottom and her even tighter fitting blue jeans over her red sore swollen ass. They were not so comfortable against her hot, scorched butt skin, now!Nearly a year had gone by. seemed long ago and in the past. Tori was skating professionally on a nationwide plane and bus trip across the United States tour while wearing $1ooo leather jackets and driving her new sporty Chevy. Meanwhile the competitor that had loss was performing. Around me stood four of my professors, all women, naked as well. This was how I was passing my classes this year. “Cassie, I hope this teaches you to study more and fuck less next year,” my Biology professor, Ms Clarkson, said caressing my boob as she licked her lips. I knew all of them secretly hoped the same happened next year and they could use me again like they were about to now. Ms Reyes, my Math professor, set up a camera and promised she would punish me every time I failed by making me.