I hated him. I hated how good he fucked me. I hated how good his cock filled my holes. I hated how hard he could make me cum. I hated how much I loved...the way he treated me. I fucking hated him.But I couldn't resist him. I did what he said, when he said, where he said. He was my weak spot, my curse.This time was no different than the others. He simply texted me "15 minutes whore". I know what that meant. He would be here in 15 minutes and fuck me senseless. He didn't care what I am doing, what. My own small tits felt heavier and softer, and my nipples were standing alert. Suddenly, from across the bar, Mama Izzy whipped out her fat head sized left tit and squeezed it. I was amazed at what I saw! A huge jet of milk squirted like a fountain out of her elongated, thick puffy nipple. Everyone;s head snatched in her direction, including mine, I was confused but I knew whatever just happened made my panties suddenly become hot and sticky with wetness. A balding man with a beard walked to. But just to clarify something, all of this will be with your own Master’s consent. Your Master has control over what happens to you.” They talked about the first steps of the process. Mary was to move to Kevin's house, a sprawling mansion out by his lake on the far side of town. He said it normally took 3 to 6 months for a woman to decide to really become a slave. Jeff could call every night at 8 to see if every thing was all right. He and Mary could only talk for 30 seconds. In that time,. After thinking about it I decided to call.Toni told me the party starts at 9 but I should arrive at 7 to get ready. I was assured that everyone attending would be from out of town and chances would be slim that anyone would know me.Friday night arrived I nervously walked up to the door and rang the bell. Toni answered dress in a mini dress stockings and heels. It really did not surprise me, his boyfriend was wearing regular slacks and a button down shirt. We said hello. I was looking around and.