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Chapter 8
Over the two weeks, I was trained by Phil to act like a slave. He taught me how to assume what he called slave positions and how to respond to the needs of my master.� This I could handle, even the nightly visit of the men I was able to cope with. What I could not� deal with was the daily ritual of checking the computer to see if anyone had responded to my profile.� Just this morning, I had been made to read out loud the lewd comments left by someone. I was never allowed to see any names or other information that might identify the writer, but was able to view their comments.� I had lost count of the number of times someone had suggested they wanted to fuck me in each hole, or make me do disgusting things.� The ones that really scared me were the ones who wanted to tie me up and torture me.
Even Phil seemed to balk a bit at those ones, though he did his best not to show it.� I didn�t know how much they were willing to pay for me but I really didn�t think I wanted to know.� What I did know was that my time was running out and soon I would belong to someone
In a city on the other side of the country, I looked at the photos of the prospective slave on the screen. I had owned slaves before, but had never purchased one in this way. I liked the way her eyes looked and her body was a knockout. According to her profile, she was new to slavery and that was what I wanted.� I had gone down the path of contracts and consent, safe words and conversation, but now I wanted more. I wanted a girl who couldn�t say no, whom I could punish as I wanted to without her stopping when things got interesting.� I wanted Clare.
To be continued�
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