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I’m ramming and pounding away with the dildo, so hot and wet can hear my pussy and ass making wet, sucking noises. 

“Michael, can you hear this? Listen…” I place the phone between my legs and thrust the dildo in and out of me. Listening to the sucking, squishing sounds my cum soaked pussy and ass are making. “Did you hear that Michael?” 

“Yes. God yes. You’re amazing. Fuck that’s wild. Do it again. I want to hear it again.” He pants. 

Lowering the phone between my legs I continue to fuck myself hard and fast till I can’t hold on any longer “Michael, oh God. Fuck me, I’m cummin‘ oh Jesus!” And all I can do is hammer the dildo into myself and scream out my orgasm. Gasping, panting and mumbling encouragement to Michael. 

I hear Michael. “Fuck… oh shit, you are so fucking hot Jackie. Damn, I want to fuck the shit out of you. I can’t hold it, I’m 

cummin. 

Roaring and talking dirty to me, Michael lets his hot, thick cum shoot out of his cock and over his chest and stomach. All the while. I’m begging for his cum, begging him to feed me his cum. I’m jerking and twitching, thru a series of extremely intense orgasms. Peeking over and over again as I fuck myself with the dildo and listen to the wild uninhibited way that Michael is cumming 

Still shivering and shaking from after shocks of pleasure, I hear Michael on the other end of the line begin to laugh. He’s laughing, more open and free the longer it lasts. 

Still laughing. Michael says “Damn Jackie, I’ve never in my life had phone sex like that. That was incredible. I can’t believe how hard I came. Your are something else. 

But still in the throes of pleasure all I can do is pant and moan Michael, Michael, oh God, I can’t stop. Michael, I’m still cummin. 

I hear Michael’s voice “That’s it baby. Cum for me. You’re incredible. Cum some more. Give it to me. God, I can’t believe it… I’m already getting hard again. Jackie, you make me so fucking horny.” 

Slave::: 

Her eyes opened to the darkness. Her head hurt, like a hangover but she hadn’t been drinking. Slowly her senses began to return to her. She had been on her way home, then a noise behind her, a handkerchief covered her mouth and nose, then the darkness came. She tried to sit up but she couldn’t move; she realized that she was chained from the wrist to her ankles. 

The door opened suddenly and the light filled the room. It was small maybe four foot squared. Two men grabbed her and pulled her out. Why had they taken her, she had no family nor wealth. 

Her hands were cuffed and there was a chain connecting them to ankle cuffs. Both of the men were dressed in yellow, blue, and red balloon pants and shirts. She had never seen such outfits before. 

“Who are you? Where am I? Why do you kidnap me?” she asked. 

Neither man spoke, they grabbed her by the arms lifted her off the floor and took her down the hall. 

She was taken to a set of double doors. On each side were two large black guards both wearing the same color outfits. As they approached the doors the guards wordlessly open them. She was taken in, the room was full of pillows and curtains. 

She was stood onto the floor in front of a man setting on a pile of pillows. He was dressed in blue and red robes, like 

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something out of the Arabian Knights. His garments were fasten by gold clasps. He looked tall with long flowing blonde hair. 

Behind him was a simi–nude woman. She was clothed in a sheer yellow toga. She was of Asian heritage. Her hair was long and dark. She stood with her hand on his shoulders. 

“I demand to know why I have been brought here,” she said. 

The man raised his hand and from behind a guard dressed the same as the one from the outside came over to her and slapped her across the face. 

She fell to the floor. 

“A slave speaks only when told to do so,” the man on the pillows said. 

“Slave, you’re mad, she screamed at him. The man just looked at her and waved to the guard once again. This time two sets of hands grab her. One of the guards unhooked the chain while the other one hooked her still cuffed hands to a overhead hook. The one who had unhooked the chain reached up and ripped her top off. Her eyes widen when he raised a knife and placed it to her chest. 

With one quick cut her bra flew open. The man wordlessly cut her straps exposing her breasts. He now pulled down her skirt leaving only her panties on. The man on the pillows held up three fingers. 

The pain of the whip as it bit into her flesh caused her eyes to bug out. Never in her life had she been struck. Tears filled her eyes. The second crack bit into her, it felt as if her back was on fire. When the third kiss struck she felt as if she would out. Then she was lowed to the floor. 

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“That was only a taste of the whip. The next time it shall be five lashes. You shall speak only when told to. Do you understand?” he said. 

“Yes,” she said between sobs, 

“That is not good enough you shall look at me and answer properly, he commanded her. 

Crying she held up her hands to brush away her tears and then looking at the man she said, “yes, I understand, master. “Good,” he said, “now stand up. You are about to get the second lesson on being a slave. From now on you are nothing You shall come when I call and do as I say. For now your name is Betty. This name I put upon you, if I wish I can take it away. Again he signal the guard. This time the knife found her panties. 

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