Fourth Slave

I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women that required them to be both submissive and very slight in build. This last one who I had named Samantha, was both in spades. Slender and almost titless, she had kept me enthralled for nearly two years with a diet of sexual submission, a taste for abject humiliation and a way of winkling out and satisfying my deepest sexual desires.

Samantha had even once got me cross dressing and had even indulged my taste for WAM. I still remember the session we had, both in lingerie with two dozen raw eggs smeared all over us. As always though, the first session was the best and repeats were not as good. I could sense towards the end that she was struggling to keep my interest and she was not terribly good as a maid or housekeeper.

Anyway, I put her up for auction one night and she fetched a good enough price. I last saw her being fucked by two men neither of whom were her purchaser so it looked as though she was off to a life as a sex slave. She would probably enjoy that although she certainly didn't have sex with anyone else while I owned her. I would have known and I kept her padlocked up and sometimes caged when I was not there, just to make sure. Like most slaves, she was a bit inclined to go with the flow. I obviously knew nothing of her previous life before me and cared even less. She appealed to me as a sex slave and she talked her way into my life from a Slaveria interview when she had been all over me in a sexual way, dressed in a see through nightie and peignoir.

I suppose I should explain. This establishment was called Slaveria and specialised in displaying women and very rarely, men for buyers to take on board as slaves. These slaves could be used purely for domestic duties or for sex or both.