"Can't we let the matter rest? Let me in, please. The sun will rise in a moment, and I still don't want to be caught staring in."I shrugged. Last nigh... I had told her that I expected her to accept her slavery, and she had left in a fury. At the time I had been consumed by desire for that power I had seen displayed in the slave market. Now it all just seemed silly."So," I said to her as she sat on the other side of my bed, "now you can tell me your name, maybe?" Maybe," she smiles pleasantly. If. Once I realized all the interest that was out there, I knew I could make my fantasy come true. It took some planning, but finally, I was able to make it happen.His name was Adam. He was my first.Not “my first” I’d had plenty of vanilla sex. Even played at a little femdom with a boyfriend once or twice. It just wasn’t working out. Too many rules involved, who needs it?But Adam was the first time I got what I wanted.He was one of the many who responded to a call for foot pics. A personal shoot of. How depraved was I. I had just been fucked by a stranger I hadn't even seen. I was still lying over the swing , naked butt in the air when I felt hands on my hips and a cock forcing its way into my cum filled cunt."Hey this is my lucky day - Bobby gets to fuck tonight boys - look what the fairies left" I heard lots of laughter and realised I had been joined by a gang of youths, one of whom was fucking me and I was powerless to complain. I felt myself responding to this fucking and let my. CHAPTER THREE: THE DUNGEONThe building must have been used as a warehouse and I could see that the huge cellar was aptly called a dungeon and appeared to have been split into numerous cells connected by a rabbit warren of passages. I was led along one of them, I lost count of the grilled steel doors, each with a number, that we passed before we emerged into a large dingy chamber, about 100ft square. I gulped. Around the walls and on the floor were manacles of all kinds, countless whips and.