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Forced sex slave bondage stories

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My childhood I was an accident. Both my parent made that pretty clear in my mind, for almost all of my childhood and teenage years. My father was 53 when I was born and my mother They had been unhappily married for 20 years and one night, my father forced himself on my mother years after she had stopped taking the pill and 9 months later, I arrived.

I grew up miserable. My father was an alcoholic. He worked as a carpenter and worked long hours outside of the house. As soon as he came home, he would start drinking and later in the evening, beat my mother for an offense or another he thinks she did to him. My mother on the other hand is I guess a co-alcoholic and somehow thinks that our life was normal, that every husband in the world is like my father and every wife is like her.

You know women who try to pretend that their husband loves them even if he beats her? She was always a stay at home mom and if she left, not only would should she be alone in life but she would have no money.

Needless to say, neither have any real education. Both pretty much ignored me all my life. If my mother was hungry, she would prepare a meal for lunch when I came back from school. Otherwise, I learned to fix myself a sandwich quite early.

Only supper was guaranteed to be on the table because my father ate with us. So I grew up limited only to meeting kids in school which sucks because real friends see each other outside of school. I sucked in pretty much every subject. But the worse was that nothing rang a bell in my mind.

It was all normal. Movies and TV showed fiction including when it involved happy families. That was on TV, with monsters and fairy tales. Teenager years Around 11 or 12, I began drinking. My father left bottles everywhere and I would take a few sips to help me calm down during the fights.

I spent my evenings locked up in my room and drinking so I would try to ignore what was going on outside of my room. Like I said, I was mostly ignored. I was like a dog you had to feed. Guys started to notice me. I was usually wearing awkward clothes and no one bothered to buy me a well-fitting bra. I was desperate for attention and certain boys quickly discovered it. I lost my virginity at 13 to a guy who was a year or two older.

Drugs Soon, I was offered light drugs like marijuana, acid blotters and ecstasy. Drugs helped me avoid my problems and allowed me to fly through the days either without feeling anything at all or by letting me feel things that had nothing to do with my daily life. I would take them with boys who offered it to me in exchange for sex and they all thought that it was the drug I was after when I think I wanted some love and affection. The drugs were just a nice bonus. Death of my father When I turned 16, my dad died of rectal cancer gone general.

I had known he had problems on the toilet for years but we never thought it was something that awful. He refused all treatments and chose to simply die at our home, peacefully. In reality, he simply screamed orders at my mother all day long since he rarely left his bed. He had a colostomy and it disgusted him profoundly until he died. She mourned for him for years like a normal widow, but in an excessive manner. She stopped making meals altogether, but continued buying the same groceries as when we were three in the house, letting a lot of the food spoil.

Sorry it took so long to get there. He was one of the guys who used to give me drugs but he liked to have it a little rougher. We started visiting a local BDSM dungeon where he would tie me up and whip me or spank me. In the beginning, I thought it was weird, but it was something to do and he really seemed to like me.

Plus, I was stoned most of the time and barely felt anything. He was just a guy I frequently saw. I should have followed him, but I guess I was already too stoned to do so. I met a few people. A few weeks later, I began returning alone, if only to feel welcomed somewhere. I simply was a reject of society, a complete wreck.

Enter Frank But I met Frank fake name. Frank was one of the masters visiting the dungeon. He was single but he wanted a full time slave girl to live with him. He wanted a full time slave to keep in his loft in a committed relationship. I think he had noticed me the first time I went to the dungeon with my ex, but perhaps he looked at all girls as possible future slaves.

All I know was that he paid a lot of attention to me when I was there alone. He did a lot of bondage demonstrations using me as a model and even practiced his suspensions on me which I kind of liked. I had stopped seeing my ex since he had gotten banned and I was now cut off from my supply of both drugs and sex to get my mind off of my solitude.

Accepting the proposition So I began to open to him and one day, after he proposed for the 40th time or so to have me as a slave full time, I simply said yes. I left with him to reach his loft. It only has a small kitchenette in one of the corners and a small industrial bathroom: The rest of the loft was occupied mostly by home-made bondage equipment, apart for a king size bed. He told me that he wanted a house slave.

We went over my limits but I am not sure I was really sure of what I was getting into. I mostly checked no on his list on a few things I was scared off, stuff like branding and needles or tattoos. He did have to explain a few of them to me. I guess today that my motivation was mostly to live somewhere with someone who would care for me and Frank was the closest I could find.

We talked a lot and the next day we went to my house so I could pick up my things and say goodbye to my mother who was obviously unconcerned that I was moving away.

At first, I felt ashamed, but a few soothing words from Frank helped me calm down. He boxed my clothes too and I ended up not wearing anything until the day I decided it was enough, 16 months later. Well, I did wear panties during my periods, but otherwise, I was fully naked around the clock, for more than a year. Frank works in a factory on shifts. He sometimes works the night shift, sometimes works the day shift, etc… One of the first things he did was get rid of all calendars and clocks in the house, keeping only his watch and his cellphone for any time references.

At first, our relationship was like most other couples in that we engaged in conversation, had lots of sex with the added kinkiness of me being suspended or tied or even whipped from time to time. Quickly, as time went by however, it was expected that I would behave more and more like a slave and with less and less freedom of will.

He was slowly helping me let go of my resistance to obedience, as he said it. Getting used to it Gradually, I began to enjoy it. When he was there, he would train me in doing whatever he wanted me to do, including cooking, cleaning the loft or servicing him sexually. Rapidly, I lost track of time and Frank insisted that this was his goal.

He wanted me to fully rely on him for all information. I realized that sometimes, a Wednesday would follow a Thursday, but I was expected to just accept it and soon enough, I stopped asking or caring about which day we were.

I was warm, I was secure, I was loved and unlike her, the few times I was hit I actually welcomed and enjoyed it as it was usually followed by some of the best sex I ever had. Several times, he invited friends over and no, I was not allowed to dress back up. Most of the people were friends I knew from the dungeon, but I was usually expected to play a certain role, like remain silent for the evening and simply serve food for everything or even just remain on all four and serve as a human footrest for the whole evening.

Only twice did someone else had sex with me, thought in one of the cases, I have no idea if it was really someone else. Long term roles You see, some of the things he did were long term rules or roles.

I once did pet play for a full month well roughly three weeks , from the end of my periods to the beginning of the next one. I played the role of the puppy night and day. But the worst part for me to endure were the 3 weeks or so I spent blindfolded. Not once in those 3 weeks was I allowed to see anything, but I was expected to continue to follow my routine.

At first, I hit everything and I did think to cheat while he was at work, but I remained faithful and spent the whole period blindfolded. It sure felt familiar. The other time was for a threesome. Eventually, he kept pushing more and more. His little stint with the blindfold was notable one of the tipping points. For days after the removal, I was hypersensitive to light and the Chilean miner crisis recently showed me there was a real danger to his fetish.

Getting out One day, he decided to tie me to his cross like he often did and I just said my safe-word.

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Forced sex slave bondage stories

My childhood I was an accident. Both my parent made that pretty clear in my mind, for almost all of my childhood and teenage years. My father was 53 when I was born and my mother They had been unhappily married for 20 years and one night, my father forced himself on my mother years after she had stopped taking the pill and 9 months later, I arrived.

I grew up miserable. My father was an alcoholic. He worked as a carpenter and worked long hours outside of the house. As soon as he came home, he would start drinking and later in the evening, beat my mother for an offense or another he thinks she did to him. My mother on the other hand is I guess a co-alcoholic and somehow thinks that our life was normal, that every husband in the world is like my father and every wife is like her.

You know women who try to pretend that their husband loves them even if he beats her? She was always a stay at home mom and if she left, not only would should she be alone in life but she would have no money.

Needless to say, neither have any real education. Both pretty much ignored me all my life. If my mother was hungry, she would prepare a meal for lunch when I came back from school. Otherwise, I learned to fix myself a sandwich quite early. Only supper was guaranteed to be on the table because my father ate with us. So I grew up limited only to meeting kids in school which sucks because real friends see each other outside of school.

I sucked in pretty much every subject. But the worse was that nothing rang a bell in my mind. It was all normal. Movies and TV showed fiction including when it involved happy families. That was on TV, with monsters and fairy tales. Teenager years Around 11 or 12, I began drinking. My father left bottles everywhere and I would take a few sips to help me calm down during the fights.

I spent my evenings locked up in my room and drinking so I would try to ignore what was going on outside of my room. Like I said, I was mostly ignored. I was like a dog you had to feed. Guys started to notice me. I was usually wearing awkward clothes and no one bothered to buy me a well-fitting bra.

I was desperate for attention and certain boys quickly discovered it. I lost my virginity at 13 to a guy who was a year or two older. Drugs Soon, I was offered light drugs like marijuana, acid blotters and ecstasy. Drugs helped me avoid my problems and allowed me to fly through the days either without feeling anything at all or by letting me feel things that had nothing to do with my daily life.

I would take them with boys who offered it to me in exchange for sex and they all thought that it was the drug I was after when I think I wanted some love and affection. The drugs were just a nice bonus. Death of my father When I turned 16, my dad died of rectal cancer gone general.

I had known he had problems on the toilet for years but we never thought it was something that awful. He refused all treatments and chose to simply die at our home, peacefully. In reality, he simply screamed orders at my mother all day long since he rarely left his bed. He had a colostomy and it disgusted him profoundly until he died. She mourned for him for years like a normal widow, but in an excessive manner. She stopped making meals altogether, but continued buying the same groceries as when we were three in the house, letting a lot of the food spoil.

Sorry it took so long to get there. He was one of the guys who used to give me drugs but he liked to have it a little rougher. We started visiting a local BDSM dungeon where he would tie me up and whip me or spank me.

In the beginning, I thought it was weird, but it was something to do and he really seemed to like me. Plus, I was stoned most of the time and barely felt anything. He was just a guy I frequently saw. I should have followed him, but I guess I was already too stoned to do so. I met a few people. A few weeks later, I began returning alone, if only to feel welcomed somewhere. I simply was a reject of society, a complete wreck. Enter Frank But I met Frank fake name. Frank was one of the masters visiting the dungeon.

He was single but he wanted a full time slave girl to live with him. He wanted a full time slave to keep in his loft in a committed relationship. I think he had noticed me the first time I went to the dungeon with my ex, but perhaps he looked at all girls as possible future slaves. All I know was that he paid a lot of attention to me when I was there alone.

He did a lot of bondage demonstrations using me as a model and even practiced his suspensions on me which I kind of liked. I had stopped seeing my ex since he had gotten banned and I was now cut off from my supply of both drugs and sex to get my mind off of my solitude.

Accepting the proposition So I began to open to him and one day, after he proposed for the 40th time or so to have me as a slave full time, I simply said yes. I left with him to reach his loft. It only has a small kitchenette in one of the corners and a small industrial bathroom: The rest of the loft was occupied mostly by home-made bondage equipment, apart for a king size bed. He told me that he wanted a house slave. We went over my limits but I am not sure I was really sure of what I was getting into.

I mostly checked no on his list on a few things I was scared off, stuff like branding and needles or tattoos. He did have to explain a few of them to me. I guess today that my motivation was mostly to live somewhere with someone who would care for me and Frank was the closest I could find. We talked a lot and the next day we went to my house so I could pick up my things and say goodbye to my mother who was obviously unconcerned that I was moving away.

At first, I felt ashamed, but a few soothing words from Frank helped me calm down. He boxed my clothes too and I ended up not wearing anything until the day I decided it was enough, 16 months later.

Well, I did wear panties during my periods, but otherwise, I was fully naked around the clock, for more than a year. Frank works in a factory on shifts. He sometimes works the night shift, sometimes works the day shift, etc… One of the first things he did was get rid of all calendars and clocks in the house, keeping only his watch and his cellphone for any time references. At first, our relationship was like most other couples in that we engaged in conversation, had lots of sex with the added kinkiness of me being suspended or tied or even whipped from time to time.

Quickly, as time went by however, it was expected that I would behave more and more like a slave and with less and less freedom of will. He was slowly helping me let go of my resistance to obedience, as he said it. Getting used to it Gradually, I began to enjoy it. When he was there, he would train me in doing whatever he wanted me to do, including cooking, cleaning the loft or servicing him sexually. Rapidly, I lost track of time and Frank insisted that this was his goal.

He wanted me to fully rely on him for all information. I realized that sometimes, a Wednesday would follow a Thursday, but I was expected to just accept it and soon enough, I stopped asking or caring about which day we were. I was warm, I was secure, I was loved and unlike her, the few times I was hit I actually welcomed and enjoyed it as it was usually followed by some of the best sex I ever had. Several times, he invited friends over and no, I was not allowed to dress back up.

Most of the people were friends I knew from the dungeon, but I was usually expected to play a certain role, like remain silent for the evening and simply serve food for everything or even just remain on all four and serve as a human footrest for the whole evening.

Only twice did someone else had sex with me, thought in one of the cases, I have no idea if it was really someone else. Long term roles You see, some of the things he did were long term rules or roles. I once did pet play for a full month well roughly three weeks , from the end of my periods to the beginning of the next one. I played the role of the puppy night and day. But the worst part for me to endure were the 3 weeks or so I spent blindfolded.

Not once in those 3 weeks was I allowed to see anything, but I was expected to continue to follow my routine. At first, I hit everything and I did think to cheat while he was at work, but I remained faithful and spent the whole period blindfolded. It sure felt familiar. The other time was for a threesome. Eventually, he kept pushing more and more. His little stint with the blindfold was notable one of the tipping points.

For days after the removal, I was hypersensitive to light and the Chilean miner crisis recently showed me there was a real danger to his fetish. Getting out One day, he decided to tie me to his cross like he often did and I just said my safe-word.

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