As I have written in my profile, I will from time to time add fantasies here in my journal. I have recently had this fantasy, I call it "the american soldier".
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Im sitting infront of the computer in my employers home. I got some spare time, and log into my account on Collarme. I still cant belive I took the name burgerqueen. Im ashemed and excited at the same time when I log in. When I get in, I can see the red NEW MESSAGE sign. I hurry to open the mailbox, and can see that the message is from a woman I have been chatting with for a while. She is an experianced officer in the american army, and have that natural authority that all good officers have.
She tells me that she would like to take our relationship to a more romantic level. I can feel a warm feeling rushing tru my body. She writes me that Im not the kind of girl she usualy would consider, but that she would be willing to give me a chanse to prove my worth.
She writes that in the army, they had something called "the 7 day trial".
1. day, you have to prove who you are
2. day, you have to pledge your honoro and service to the army
3. day, you have to write a written documentation of why you love your contry and army
4. day, you have to do an act of honor for your contry
5. day, you have to do an act of love for your contry
6. day, you have to do an act of sacrifice
7. day, you have to sit still and listen to your superiours rating of the weeks performance
She explained that she would transfere this to our relationship, and that I had to go thru this trial, doing one each day for a week. Then she would know if I would be worth her time.
I was supprised, as she had been going on about how cute I was earlier, but now she was barly willing to give me a chanse. But I desided, I would show her the best 7 days of trial she had ever seen.
The first day I had to prove who I was.. I wrote a long introduction, telling openly about my life. All my personal and even unplessant storries and secrets.
The second day I wrote a contract, saying that the only person I want to please is my american soldier friend. I would not let my employer, my husbond or myself get in the way of her pleassure.
The third day, I spent 8 hours writing a love poem
The fourth day, I wrote a childrens tale about an american soldier woman, who was the hero all woman wanted to be
The fifth day, I took 3 pictures of myself. Dressed, nude and the last one while satisfyingmyself, moaning her name.
The sixt day, the day of sacrifice.. I gave her the telephone number to my husbond. That is the ultimate sacrifice. Now she had the power to actually sacrifice me.
Then, on the seventh day, it was time for the judgement.. she wrote to me that I should visit a blog she had put up... I entered and it was named "Polish trash or treassure?"
All my contributions where there, and it was possible to rate them from 1-10 and leave comments on them.
I felt the cold feeling of fear in my hearth. What if someone I knew saw this. My name was there, my picuters, my entire life was open.. and I was being slaughted by the ratings and comments. They where mean, and said things like the only thing less apealing than my nude body was the terrible love poem. I could not stop crying.
I wrote to her on collarme, and she laughed at me.. and she said the words I could not belive.. you have passed, my dare. When I see how easy it is for all those people to humiliate you, I know exactly how much fun I can have with you..
I was in a state of shock at the same time happy she would let me be her partner. I said thank you for letting me be your gf, even though this was cruel. Please remove the blog.. please.
she laugh again.. and says, you are not my girlfriend babe, you are my little slave girl. You better do just as I say.
I refused.. I had had enough humiliation.. this was to much for me.
She sent me the phonenumber of my husbond, with the words "This is your last free choise in a while, would you like me to enjoy you as a slave, or should we let him enjoy the blog?"
My life was obviously never the same
