“According to their friends, most of them were kind of looking forward to it. But it isn’t just a weekend,” she said angrily. “They are never seen again.” “And you thought you could troll the troll?” I said firmly. It wasn’t really a question, but she answered me anyway. “I keep trying to decide if I am that stupid or that submissive,” she said quickly. “All of the victims were more or less submissive. They indian knew they had a weakness, but they weren’t weak enough to submit to a Master or Mistress. So, they had no protection.” “Subs aren’t necessarily weak,” I said. “Many choose to give someone power over them, but they are not weak. They are often the more powerful one in a D/s relationship even though the Dominant seems to be in charge.” “Maybe I should have come to you,” she said. “You know more about all this.” She sort of shrugged and said, “Besides, you are already part of the BDSM scene in striptease the area.” “And nationwide,” I said, “but you didn’t come to me and now you are an unwilling victim of someone who can kill you with the push of a button.” That caused her to shiver slightly in fright. She remained silent for several minutes. Then she said softly, “I don’t know who my Master is, but he owns me. After they captured me, he showed me how the collar works and made me get down on my knees and submit to him.” “So you’ve seen him?” I asked. “Just a couple of henchmen... and they wore masks,” she replied, “I was kneeling in front of a video camera.” “It looks like I need to check my private telephone for a text,” I said slowly, “and my supposedly hidden email account for additional instructions.” I waited for her to acknowledge that flashing she had heard what I had said and then asked, “Do you need food... or water... or something else to drink?” She shook her head no. “Do you need to rest?” I asked. When she nodded her head yes, I led her to a bedroom that was just off the kitchen. “You are safe in here,” I said as I opened the door for her. “And you can come into the kitchen if you need anything to eat or drink.” I adjusted the thermostat for her and said, “This room also has its own heater, so I can make it just a little bit warmer for you so you can sleep above the sheets.” She smiled at my use of a very out-of-date slang for someone who slept in the nude, but she also said “Thank you, I’ve been cold for two weeks.” I didn’t tell babe her that the room was outdoor also a saferoom and was entirely cut off from the rest of the house. Nor did I tell her that I could monitor– and record– everything she did in that room. In just a few moments she was fast asleep. From her thermal signature, I knew she wasn’t just faking sleep. She was out. Once I knew that she– and the collar– couldn’t see or hear what I was doing, I sat down at the computer in my bedroom. My bedroom can also be used as a saferoom, but it is equipped with additional concealed armor and armament, the permits for which cost a significant amount in official and unofficial fees. The computer in my office-bedroom is also connected to several concealed antennas on the roof of my house which give me a direct connection to the internet backbone. I messaged a couple of associates who had gray hat hacker skills. Some of the teen work they did for me and for others would be considered black hat hacking by the authorities, but they were doing it for good purposes– such as helping catch child pornographers and human traffickers. I have nothing against men or women who want to sell their sexual services or people who want to live out even the most extreme BDSM lifestyles, but pimps are pimps and anything non-consensual is forced slavery, pure and simple. Boris and Natasha answered almost immediately. I don’t know their real names and I really don’t want to know them. But they are evidently either Rocky and Bullwinkle fans or they have seen the movie True Lies way too many times. The way she held herself braced against the door with both hands meant she could really tease me with her shape. The caption with the picture was ‘remember?’ “It’s impressive, isn’t it? “I do,” I said firmly and the Mistress nodded to Shelly. Lots of dignitaries showed up, as did the news crews. He slid a hand around her flashing belly and pulled her close. And even though she was passed out, her pussy still automatically got wet while striptease he was fondling it. I wanted to fee her lips on the very base of my shaft so with every descent she made i would pull her head toward me while moving my hips forward. “Well this is the solution. Sarah happened to be the teen one who read Connor’s haiku. The girl was startled she had not seen him approach. I stepped into the hall and almost barreled into Ji-Min Song. Faith continued along her way, finishing off her appointment with a city Yes.” She outdoor hit the ground hard enough to wind herself, and the few seconds she sat dazed was more than enough time to regain his position of power. I could have let her stay being a whore and let myself join in on the fun, but there were plenty of women I was enjoying. I was very touched by all of this. babe I took my hard dick and quickly shoved it back between her pussy lips. Stepping back out of reach Jake slowly undoes the belt and trousers letting them fall to the floor, kicking them away he stands in a tight pair of boxer shorts his arousal plain to see. Her belly stretched to show the soft muscle beneath, her breasts flattened against her chest, her chin tilted below wide, trembling eyes. He busted a nice load right in her mouth. "Does it feel this good?" He will have to be able to progress in his vision of BDSM and relationship, otherwise he might be overwhelmed and become a hindrance to the evolution of his submissive. Now her whole back was bare, Ajay was having indian the pleasure of a life time gazing at it. We walked in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. ‘You’re having a lot of fun here, aren’t you Isabelle?’