..............................................I had just turned 21 and my friends and I were ready to go out and stirup some fun. I was finally legal ...nd could party my ass off, or so Ithought. We all piled into my friends car and popped open some beer as wetook off to a strip joint. These guys were planning on getting me a blowjob from one of the strippers.We got to the strip joint and paid our 5 dollars. The bouncers were hugebut as long as we didn't get too rowdy they would be cool. We. I knew what I had to do now, what I wanted. And what I wanted was a slave.Chapter 2) Getting thereThe talk with Ray really helped me put perspective to things. I had a goal in life again! My very own slave! But what kind of slave? It would have to be very different compared to the escorts I always booked. I get my kicks from being in control, from being able to force a slave girl to do something she doesn’t really want to. And escorts are really bad for that: they are always in control, at. “Vader can wait,” grunts Khlaar.He is between those shiny white boots and he is pushing her dress up her legs. Already his groin guard is off.He flings her dress up further and I can see her brilliant white panties. Immediately Khlaar seizes them and starts yanking them down her slim bare thighs.“What’s happening?” the girl groans as the stun blast wears off.Dully she shakes her head to clear her vision.“By the stars! NO!” she shrieks.She has just noticed the ‘weapon’ ol’Khlaar has just. " Please Jake. I need to cum, please." Maybe..." "Please." No."I whine as he stops touching me. I almost started fingering myself, but that would break two rules. He smiles."It's torture for me too because I'm sure that your cum would be absolutely delicious," he said, drawing out the last words. "You left me right on the edge so I'm going to do the same to you."He kissed me. And kept kissing me. His hand made its way to my pussy. I moaned and Jake stopped right above my pussy."Do you want me.