I was sitting when my Master walked in. As soon as I saw him, all the thoughts wiped out of my mind and all I wanted to do was make him happy. I prostrated myself before him, and kissed his feet. He smirked and ordered me to stand. I did so, smiling at the chance to obey an order.
“Take off your shirt,” he said. I did so. He stared for a while, and then ordered me to kneel. He pulled down his fly and ordered me to suck his dick. I didn’t want to, but the compel of his order pushed my head toward it. He pushed my head so I was deep-throating him.
Then he pulled up his pants and some of his friends walked in. I realized that suddenly I didn’t want to obey his orders anymore, but I couldn’t move. “Stay,” he ordered. What was wrong with me? Why did I have to obey?
All of his friends sat around a table, and he said “Let’s play! Guys, this is Maria, my new woman. I put the chip in last night.”
Everyone smiled, and I realized he was controlling me somehow.
“Now!” he said. “All you want in life, Maria, is to make me happy. You will do whatever I say without complaint—I am your god.”
And then, suddenly, all I wanted was to make him happy. I threw myself at his feet again, and everyone laughed. “I’m so glad of those woman chips!” one said. “the government finally realized that they’re the lesser race. Now we can control them!!”
My master explained the rules of the game, “Poker Face”. All of the men would sit around a table and I’d fondle one of them, and then he would have to try to keep a straight face. I didn’t want to, but the compelling press of his order made me get under the table smiling. I bowed and got under, and began fondling the first penis I encountered. I heard the men laughing and I got out from under. The man I had been doing has immediately cummed and was gasping; he lost.
“Good job!” said my master. I felt SO happy. His praise was life to me. Then, he ordered his friends out and I had to pole dance for him. Then he began to French me, and we were leaning back toward the bed. “Have sex with me,” he said, “and let me whip you. Love when I whip you! Moan in desire!!”
And he pulled my clothes off, tied me to the bed. He began to whip my bare ass, yelling “yeah, you naughty girl!! Scream!!” I screamed. I had to. He played his penis around the lips of my pussy, and I moaned. He finally pierced me, and I was a slave to his dick. It pierced me with it’s girth and length.
Finally he cummed and got up.
“You serve no purpose now!” he yawned. He left me tied there and just walked off. “can I do her?” a voice said.
“sure. She has to listen to you.”
“Take off your shirt,” he said. I did so. He stared for a while, and then ordered me to kneel. He pulled down his fly and ordered me to suck his dick. I didn’t want to, but the compel of his order pushed my head toward it. He pushed my head so I was deep-throating him.
Then he pulled up his pants and some of his friends walked in. I realized that suddenly I didn’t want to obey his orders anymore, but I couldn’t move. “Stay,” he ordered. What was wrong with me? Why did I have to obey?
All of his friends sat around a table, and he said “Let’s play! Guys, this is Maria, my new woman. I put the chip in last night.”
Everyone smiled, and I realized he was controlling me somehow.
“Now!” he said. “All you want in life, Maria, is to make me happy. You will do whatever I say without complaint—I am your god.”
And then, suddenly, all I wanted was to make him happy. I threw myself at his feet again, and everyone laughed. “I’m so glad of those woman chips!” one said. “the government finally realized that they’re the lesser race. Now we can control them!!”
My master explained the rules of the game, “Poker Face”. All of the men would sit around a table and I’d fondle one of them, and then he would have to try to keep a straight face. I didn’t want to, but the compelling press of his order made me get under the table smiling. I bowed and got under, and began fondling the first penis I encountered. I heard the men laughing and I got out from under. The man I had been doing has immediately cummed and was gasping; he lost.
“Good job!” said my master. I felt SO happy. His praise was life to me. Then, he ordered his friends out and I had to pole dance for him. Then he began to French me, and we were leaning back toward the bed. “Have sex with me,” he said, “and let me whip you. Love when I whip you! Moan in desire!!”
And he pulled my clothes off, tied me to the bed. He began to whip my bare ass, yelling “yeah, you naughty girl!! Scream!!” I screamed. I had to. He played his penis around the lips of my pussy, and I moaned. He finally pierced me, and I was a slave to his dick. It pierced me with it’s girth and length.
Finally he cummed and got up.
“You serve no purpose now!” he yawned. He left me tied there and just walked off. “can I do her?” a voice said.
“sure. She has to listen to you.”
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