Mark said, “Man, don’t you get it? This is the true slave experience. Real slaves were starved to death, they were made to sleep on floors, they...were transported and held captives with no explanation, and they were sold like cattle. We signed up for the true slave experience and we’re getting it. Pissing and shitting in a bucket, it’s humiliating. Even this place, man, it’s rumored to be one of the last standing slave trading auction blocks of the era.”In that moment, Donald felt the souls. I had spent manymonths online with her turning her from a na?ve, willing woman into asubmissive ready to move on to the contact she had craved from the outset ofour relationship. Cathy hadshown a remarkable capacity to learn and accept her submissive nature, she wasnever fazed by thoughts of the pain or humiliation she was likely to submit tounder my ownership but often surprised me by her expressed need to feel this. I had taken her slowly along the path and inMarch had collared her as my. I sucked it half heartedly as it jumped on my tounge .. i closed my eyes and concentrated .. holding it in my mouth before i choked it down and swallowed .. i shuddered and shook my head .. i couldnt take any more .. i was satisfied .. mike noticed the state i was in and walked over and placed a glass of water onto the table .. "get that down you darlin you need to straighten up" i nodded in agreement as i picked the glass and sipped the cold water .. i looked around the pub and noticed some. That is certainly demeaning. Second hand sperm from my own fiancée. Via my niece, the sexual slave,” Mrs. Waxerman said bitterly.“And you have a more practical solution for the dilemma you created, Victoria? I’ve admitted to myself and you that I love you. I’ve asked you to marry me. You had unprotected sex not once, but twice since then. I’m not sure if you really feel the way you said you did. This is a solution, not a punishment. If I could whip your tits and that’d make the threat of an STI.