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slave saga (entry 2) As of this date, eve and I have successfully convinced three slaves to come to our home, and serve us in some fashion or another. I am going to skim over the first two, and not because they aren’t important, but because I want to write about the third, and most recent, while the details are still fresh. Slave #1 came to see me, and me alone, and made it abundantly clear that he had no desire to serve eve. It wasn’t an ideal attitude for him to have, but I felt the simple act of getting him to travel to our house was a mild success all on its own. He arrived, I showed him parts of the house while talking to him about his potential duties and role, and then he left. There won’t be much more to tell you about that guy. Slave #2 was found by eve, and agreed to be dual controlled by both of us if/when he visited. He was our slave for a very interesting, entertaining ten hours, and there will be MUCH more to tell (and show) you about that guy.  Slave #3 is the guy that eve found, corresponded with, and arranged to have stay in our basement for five days/nights. He is from a European country, but was flying to San Francisco, and then driving to spend time in our service. During the process of getting him here, eve made the slave purchase a metal posture collar, to be used on him during his stay. It’s not that we wanted him to have a collar, we just wanted to put a step in front of him to test his sincerity. Until that step was completed, we admittedly had our doubts he would follow through, but once the item arrived in the mail we began to believe and accept he was probably going to keep his word. The collar cost him no less than $90 and you have to admit, that’s a lot to pay to keep a farce going. Photocopies of his travel arrangements were viewed with mild suspicion on my part (a plane ticket to San Francisco was not the same as one to Portland for instance) but as time grew closer I admit to a bit of nervous excitement. There were plane cancellations that added to the disbelief that he was going to be traveling all that distance just to see us, and on the day our slave was supposed to arrive he claimed traffic kept him delayed for several hours. He did show up though, and we commend him for that. The intake process was something eve and I devised and executed quite effectively. I’m going to give you a few details about what happened in later posts, but right now I still want to skim over things. This is a good story and I want to tell the bare bones first, so I can get to the “punch line” or twist. During intake, the slave had a steady erection, something eve and I both made several comments about. We are both highly sexual beings, so seeing this state of arousal awakened parts of us that normally sat dormant. Sweet, voracious eve likes to get fucked, so any hard cock is a good one in her eyes. The slave was chained in the basement while eve and I ordered a meal, and used his money to pay for it, but when we were finished he was fed a small amount and then escorted into the spare bedroom we use to entertain guests, film random strangers fucking eve, and so on. Still naked, he was told to fuck his Mistress, and I admit he performed admirably considering the long drive he’d had during the day, dehydration, lack of food, and dealing with the verbal abuse he was taking from me. More on that, later. He fucked for a while, as instructed, but quickly wussed out and could not go any more. I took pity on him, and an hour later he was laying on a small mattress in the basement, getting some much-needed sleep. The next day I woke not so well rested, but still eager to use and utilize our guest. He was allowed to eat a very sparse breakfast, and then told to clean the guest bathroom, upstairs, that included the shower he would be allowed to use. The job he did was not impressive, but I felt it was not worth my time to nitpick his effort, so I allowed him to shower while I got ready to leave the house to run some errands. When he was finished I placed him in handcuffs, led him into the basement, and then chained him to a bolt in the ceiling. He would be allowed minimal movement, and could stand, sit, or lay down comfortably. It took a while for me to actually leave, but when I did I felt confident everything would be as it needed to be when I returned. While I was gone, eve stopped by the house, but I did not know this at the time. When I returned, I found the slave still in the basement, but he was no longer wearing his handcuffs, and the chain was not attached to the collar we had placed around his neck. For some reason, the sight of this didn’t even phase me. I simply inquired as to how the slave was feeling, as I approached him. He looked at me with sad, pleading eyes and admitted that he did not believe he could go through with the experience he’d come to immerse himself in. He wanted to be set free, and I allowed it. It took no less than 15 minutes for him to get dressed, retrieve his belongings, and drive down our driveway to freedom. Yes, he practically fled. I probably waited about ten more minutes before sending a text message to eve, informing her of our slaves departure. Now, after a few days have gone by, a few emails have been exchanged, and a few discussions have been had with eve, I can fill in some blanks that’ll help it start to make sense. When the slave was unloading his vehicle (he’d been instructed to purchase some groceries for us) I noticed a 12pack of beer amongst the bags. When asked, the slave made a vague comment that led me to believe he hoped he would be able to consume one or more during his stay. Later, at the end of the evening, after being instructed to fuck eve, the slave had asked to take some sleep medication, and practically begged to smoke some of my marijuana. It was then that a stammered admission regarding alcohol issues was heard, but not fully heeded. Smoking the weed, he said, would help him sleep, and I happen to have a good friend who suffers from insomnia so I was probably a bit too empathetic. I think this guy had shown up to our home with an addiction, hoping to either kick it or at least get a fews<b> sober </font></b>days in by being the equivalent of a prisoner or inmate. He wanted forced sobriety, but he didn’t tell us that. I also believe he was probably feeling the physical, mental and emotional effects of abstaining from alcohol (quitting cold turkey) so suddenly and was in a panic to ease his pain. It also came out later that he probably shouldn’t have been having sex with eve, because his significant other, waiting for him at home, wouldn’t appreciate it but that’s a separate bunch of drama I don’t want to get into right now either. He was given ample opportunity to state having sex as a limit, or to just say no when instructed to perform, but he never did. He did what he was told, felt guilty, began to have withdrawals, and then ran away, Once he was gone, he began to let us know what was wrong in bits and pieces, but even at this moment I am still uncertain of just what transpired. There’s so much more to this story, like what happened after eve got off work that day. She hunted that fucker down and forced herself on him, just to prove a point I think, and I admire the woman more than I can express right now. That part of the story, and other details, coming soon… |
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