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Strangely, for free women it's the Walk of Shame, for slavegirls it's the Walk of No Shame
Sometimes bondage is just about looking really, really, really fuckable.
She didn't know if she was having an orgasm or if the wand had shorted out in all the water -- and she didn't care.
The hell of it was, all a Master had to do was tie her up like this and she got very wet, every time. Made her cries of "No, no, please no!" seem downright insincere.
It was the kind of women's prison were nobody got to wear clothes and you were either the one who tied up your cellmates, or the cellmate who got tied up.
Only the cruelest Master would force a slavegirl to yank her own chain! (Or the laziest)
Being a slavegirl meant being tied any way Master liked and getting fucked in any hole he wanted, and it was totally worth it.
Alone every night, she practiced, practiced, practiced: the secret of slavegirl success.
The difference between a real tavern and a phony tavern is the real ones have slavegirls on hand in case a customer wants a blowjob or some post-prandial fucking
What you get when you order a Neapolitan at a good slave kennel.
Her agent had said the audition was a real cattle-call.
Between the tailhook and the dildo pole, Master had her cumming and going.
Masters who are serious about keeping their slavegirls use bondage gear modeled after the most advanced anti-theft devices: bike locks.
All Master had done was gag her and put a tailhook on her and she was already horny as fuck. Dear god, what would it be like when he started fucking her?
Master told her she had to practice walking like this until she could do it gracefully. She was in for a VERY long day. Possibly many of them.
Like most slavegirls, she chose the Kicking & Screaming option for her rape.
Getting the slavegirl tied to the couch just right is half the battle for slavegirl shrinks.
Suspension bondage often requires a leap of fuck from a slavegirl
"I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. DeSade!"
When Master had said he was going to take her horse riding, she had pictured something else entirely. But this was good!
When the mob boss said, "Tie the snoopy reporter to the chair" she had expected to sit out her captivity in a comfy chair tie. But nooooooo...
Taped, gaped and ready to be raped.
She was accustomed to being stripped and tied up, of course, but somehow it always surprised her when the ballgag came out.
So this was a bar exam -- no wonder people hated prepping for it.
When her Master made her available, he really made her available.
You can train slavegirls to do anything if you dangle the right treat in front of them.
"What the hell kind of guy ghosts you on an anonymous blowjob hook-up, mine?"
If you love it, put it in a ring.
She'd never actually been in a cockpit before.
When Amazon delivers a slavegirl to the wrong address, things can get a bit dicey.
Bow down before the one you serve. You're going to get what you deserve.
As soon as she saw the tail, she knew there was only one place it could go.
It was perhaps the most effective drunkenness simulator ever.
It was an inglorious end to a career as a high-end call girl.
For slavegirls, the term "bottoms up" isn't about drinking. It's an order.
They were laughing at her for being such a horny slut, but she just couldn't stop.
Nothing says "Party on the Patio" like setting out a festive slavegirl or three.
She watched Master intently as he fiddled around at the grill. Was that a branding iron?
She'd gone to James' house to hang while his parents were out of town, and now, here she was. Hanging.
So this is what the whole "Lean Into It" thing was all about.
Bitch rope portraits -- they're not just for petgirls any more.
