put your cousin into a far away school because I wanted to be a real mistress at home. Well enough of that, now YOU have to replace your uncle's position which is about 200 miles away from their home. So, it was only me and my aunt stayed at home most of the time. So, here I will start the way this thing all

Excuse me? Miss? Miss Supervisor? You are making a mistake, I’m not here for....” I started to explain…. The next morning, we both pretended to be okay. We did not talk about it. It was awkward, especially seeing her watching me take a bath, which always happens because I go to work earlier than her. Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. Then they took her. That was all she could remember for now. Now I can’t say no to her. She does things to me against my will. She chopped my 20-inch straight hair into a pixie look because she said she is jealous of men who think I am pretty with long hair. I wept as she chopped my hair. She was not even gentle; she cursed while doing it.I would like to thank everyone who read my storys and watched me since I first started posting. Whether you are a new fan of my work or a old one, thank you. English is not my 1st language so I was unsure when I began, but since there I learned that my English was not as bad as I had thought and have worked to improve my writing even more. It feels great to someone who learned alot of the language through Youtube videos. So once again, thank you all. I hope you enjoy this story. She laughed at my expression. “You no doubt thinking that you are not a slave. Is that right? All men think that! It’s no problem! We have developed methods which efficiently transform any man, even the most arrogant, self-willed ones (like you, Peter!) into good slaves. Our methods are very simple: we keep our slaves chained, and we enforce our strict rules with severe punishments. Our methods have worked on every man who has ever come here. Our methods have never yet failed to make a man into a slave!” Oh? Did you really think I was here to release you?” Elena taunted. “Hahaha. Pathetic. Of course, you always were a pathetic little slut. I was planning to just suffocate you with a plastic bag and throw you in some landfill, but then I realized that is exactly what you were expecting. That’s what you wanted, and you need to understand Liz, if someone displeases me like you did, I’m not going to give them what they want.” Oh, Liz, you look so cute inside that thing,” Elena cooed as she leaned her body forward, pushing her sizable breasts against Liz’s coffin. Liz couldn’t look down, but she imagined what Elena’s impressive cleavage looked like. She imagined that the padding was actually Elena’s body pressing against hers. “It’s been a long time since you last saw me… or anyone else for that matter.”

It was pure torture. She wallowed in despair and misery. It would have turned her on in the past, but not now.Liz started struggling against her bindings. The idea of freedom being so close to her yet still being denied it made her even more desperate to get out. Her struggles accomplished as much as they did for the past 2 years: nothing. The layers of bondage prevented her from moving even an inch.

I’ve come to say goodbye, dear Peter. We must all move on. You could only be our gate slave for a short time. We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I hope you are grateful. The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now. You must obey her as you would me. I hope you don’t think I was too cruel with you. I was strict, as I had to be. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter.” Master was in his dungeon, doing what he enjoyed the most; turning an ‘innocent’ young man he’d selected for transformation into one of his ‘army’ of rubber slaves. I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. I had at most one gate-opening to do each day, and I did them as efficiently as I could. I did not dare get another punishment. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. I just waited, a slave, on my chain.

My Life as a Slave

To an onlooker, this is where the base of the zip would normally be found on the type of rubber suit the Master had fitted Max not long after his abduction. I came to the living room after taking a wash and my aunt was sitting on the sofa, and she did not looked at me at that time. I asked whether she was all