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Seeking female slave properties ONLY. No males, no males and no males. All males will go straight to bulk. I do have pics but they will come in time. I am Co-Owner and Mistess of The House of Evils. This is a BDSM House dedicated to full lifestyle slavery. We have live-in and non live-in positions available. So, if you hold a true interest in becoming and owned slavegirl then go to the main profile and read it carefully. Main profile name: NecessaryEvils. you can message Me here or through the main profile which is shared with the Master of the House. Lesbian females and lesbian slave couples are welcome but be aware, there will be some forced bi involved.

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11/7/2011 12:21:17 PM
The girl found herself in such a situation. They had done this to her and she had followed without hesitation. But now, now she was nervous. she could feel her insides wiggling and twitching. What had she gotten herself into this time? The blindfold over her eyes wouldn't let her see the predicament she was in but she could feel it all over. The bindings started halfway between her wrists and elbows and they were sturdy. They had done good as she couldn't manage to twist her arms and loosen them, to get free. From what she could manage to feel with her fingers, it was rope that they had used. They had tied her so that her arms were stretched tight above her head, so tight that she was pulled up on the front pads of her feet, almost on tip toes. They had roped her ankles too, her legs were stretched open wide. This was not very comfortable. The collar around her neck felt like leather, it was getting rather warm on her skin. They had bound up her tits as well and they felt plump, full. Don't forget the nipple clamps they had so thoughtfully administered. Not a sound could be heard and suddenly, a noise. she jerked her head in the direction it came from and felt all the little pains of lightening race through. It seems the chain linking the nipple clamps was also attatched to the ring on the front of the collar. Yes, noise, she could hear the striking of the boots slightly echoing off the floor. They grew closer and her nervousness increased. They came into the room. His voice was deep and intent, Her voice was very feminine but wickedness danced around the tambers. Suddenly, another little loghtening bolt. Oh god, this time it was a clit clamp. This made her jerk in surprise which caused her to pull on the nipple clamps again. It was clear that she needed to be still. His laughter came, low and forboding, with evil wicked warmth carressing her skin each time it escaped His throat. The tendrils of the whip slowly slid across her skin and then were gone. Again and again she felt them and each time she tensed because she knew they would strike but, not when. The Lady giggled everytime the whip was dragged across her body. Soon, she began to relax and just feel the leather tendrils as the touched her. Then it came, the strike, the whip biting at her flesh. she couldn't help but move and struggle but, as she did, the nipple clamps tugged at their captives and, shit, the clit clamp must be attatched to the collar too. Each time the strikes came, she jerked and her tits, nipples and clit were jolted with the lightening pangs. "oh fuck", she screamed out! It was the Lady's finger that parted the lips of her pussy, she could feel the long, smooth manicured nail. They would know she is enjoying this bacause her pussy was soaked. Why did her body tell on her?!?! The Lady giggled and she heard "mmmmm". Then the finger found her hole, hot and so fucking wet, it slipped inside her without much effort. The Lady's voice again "taste this one's cunt juice. Sweet, isn't it"? Suddenly the strikes come again from the whip. They are much harder now, causeing her body to jerk without mercy. All of her parts being consumed by the delicious pain. As the strikes land on her ass and back of her legs, she feels the breath close to her ear. The Lady's voice, once more. The strikes coming without fail or mercy and her body writhes, pulling at the ropes with all she has. The Lady whispers in her ear......... Want to know how it ends? Be the one to experience it..... Princess Evils

11/7/2011 11:01:23 AM
Damn, I wish I could get some pics posted here. The program used to upload them from my phone will no longer communicate with the server. Princess Evils

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whitebrooke
 
 Age: 22
 London, United Kingdom