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My eyes closed against my will, exhaustion finally winning over fear. Tomorrow, I'd figure out a plan. Tomorrow, I'd find a way to truly escape. But tonight, I just needed to survive. —————- Alex. "She's perfect," Nick murmured, his gray eyes tracking the submissive across Club Gold's main floor. "Beautiful, willing, experienced." I followed his gaze. The woman was indeed beautiful—tall, blonde, confident in her nudity and her submission. She knelt gracefully for her Dom, accepting his collar with a serene smile.

Domica logged in. Her inbox was still full. But one request caught her eye. Client ID: PetalX Session: Private Request: “Please, Mistress. Let me be pretty for you tonight. Use me how you like.” Gender: F Experience Level: Submissive. Oral. Edge-trained. Good at staying still. Needs to feel beautiful.” Domica’s lips curled slowly. She selected “Accept.” The screen split open to reveal a woman on her knees. Young, maybe twenty-five, with cinnamon-brown skin and breasts she clearly wanted noticed. Her nipples were pierced—silver rings gleaming under a soft mesh bralette. She wore nothing else but black lipstick and a velvet ribbon tied in a bow around her throat.

mother superior started in a scary tone. "What are we going to do to Ariana?" she asked, facing me. "Teach her to close her legs" there were multiple replies. "Hear that Ariana, by the time we are done with you, sex will be a distant thought for you, I can't wait to turn you into a proper woman" she smiled. "moulding us to Submit to these ruthless and vile men is not teaching us to be a proper woman, it's no worse than slavery" Some women nodded, others scoffed.

She explained and I was impressed. "For example, Marita is a sub, while Kira, Thalia and Suain are dominant females. Your precious mate, Isabel and Verin, your mommy slut are both submissive." "Hold on, you say Marita is a sub? But she leads the others." "Yeah, at her core, she's a sub. Life is a theater and so she can act her part very well because of her role. She's no different from Dyelin." She smiled and increased the pressure with her feet. "You see, I'm bisexual."

But it was the people that caught my attention. There had to be forty people in the space. Dominants and submissives in various states of undress, some engaged in scenes, others watching, the energy thick with sex and power. A tall woman in leather approached us. "Dominants Four and Submissive Seven. We've been expecting you. I'm Mistress Catherine, and I run the club. You've signed all the consent forms?" "We have," Dante confirmed. "Excellent. Then let me give you the tour." She led us through the space, explaining the different stations. The fucking benches where submissives could be mounted and used. The glory hole wall where subs could service anonymous cocks. The sensory deprivation ch

Jennifer nodded against the older woman's neck, as she moaned out, "Yes, ma'am." Linda tightened her hold on the tiny girl's body and added more speed to her thrusting hips, as she continued, "Being my submissive pussy girl turns you on, doesn't it, you little slut?" Jennifer was already on the verge of her next orgasm and could only moan affirmatively against the blonde mother's neck. Linda smirked at her surrogate daughter's reply and reaction to her dirty talk, as she continued, "I bet being dominated by an older woman makes your tight little cunt dripping wet. Or are you turned on that it's me that's making you into my lesbian sex slave? I bet you're more turned on because I'm like a mot

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I was sure to enjoy her for months on end. At last she sat up, letting me wrap an arm loosely around her waist. “Am I the first girl?” she queried. “Or you've done this a lot of times?” I shrugged. “Well, my subjects are all submissive to me. Last year, I opened a club of submissives. Most come bearing the will to serve. I've only had to tame my mate.” Her brows rode up. “You have a mate?” “I had a mate,” I corrected her. “She's no more.”

Alice asked. "Because they enjoy it," I said. I pointed to the collars and cuffs on Lisa, Janet and myself. "All three of us are submissives, sex slaves to our Masters. Reneé is also submissive. We enjoy being subservient to our Masters. Normally, we'd all be naked, waiting on our Dominants hand and foot, doing whatever they required us to do. We're only dressed because we're speaking to you and don't believe it would be appropriate to interview you in the nude."