MistressAthena
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My Personal Slaves
OOC (5-11-2004):
I am opening this up for someone to play the role of a female slave to serve a Dominatrix.
If you want the role, just be the first to post here, though a PM would be appreciated. Accepting this role means accepting BDSM, bondage, slave humiliation and receiving anal sex by a dildo. Mistress Athena is 30 years old, muscular, fairly attractive and very intimidating to slaves (usually-lol).
IC:
I had been a slave trainer since I was 18. Always having been very muscular I could usually overpower my slaves. But for those that were bigger than me, I had other methods of control. I grew tired of training slaves and then sending them off to their masters. And being 30 years old now, I grew tired of all the work of training so many slaves all the time. So, I finished with my last slave to trade and accepted no more.
I had also decided to get my own personal slave to train and keep. So, I attended a slave auction one night. I dressed in dark purple tight leather pants, a black silk sleeveless blouse, black hiking boots and braided my long black hair into one long braid. I went out of my home and locked the door behind me. I then walked to my Van that I called “The Captor.” It was a plain black medium sized van with only two seats in the front. The two additional rows that the van was made with were removed and the windows were heavily tinted. I used this van when transporting slaves. I had a metal D-Rings installed on the floor and walls. The slaves were bound to these metal rings during transport.
I drove to the secret place for the auction feeling a bit anxious. I had never shopped for a slave for myself. I had never even been to a slave auction. But, I was so well known in the world of Sex Slavery that I was always invited. So, once there I parked my car and strolled to the front door of the warehouse. There was a guard posted outside who said, “Can I help you Miss?” I then said what the invitation said to say, “Auction Time. Let me pass.” The guard nodded and opened the heavy creaky door. Once I stepped inside I found myself excited by the display before me.
There were rows of slaves of both genders and of all types. There had to of been at least 50 there. Each slave was bound to an X shaped stand and gagged. I walked down each row as many of the guests were doing. We were all inspecting the slaves and picking the ones we liked. There was a pamphlet laid on the floor by the right foot of each slave. These pamphlets contained some information of each slave. Like their name, age, languages spoken, Virginity status (included Anal), how/where they were captured and if they have already received training or not.
I looked over many of the slaves and only read the pamphlets of a few of them. And then I found the one I wanted. He was so innocent looking and cute like a puppy. He looked to each person who passed him by with tearful pleading eyes to be released. His body was of average size but very smooth. I stood before him and looked into his attractive youthful face. I then picked up one of his pamphlets. I could see that he was called, “Sebastian”, he was 18 years old, only spoke English, a complete virgin, was captured while camping in woods alone and no previous training.
I reached down between his legs and held his crotch firmly in my hand. He squealed in fear and tried to move from my grasp. I said, “Hmm…. Youthful yet you have a nice sized cock. And you balls are so soft.” I let go of his crotch and then walked behind him. I slide one finger up his dry ass hole and he squealed and flinched. I removed my finger and said, “Your ass is very tight. It would be so enjoyable to stretch it open.” I then walked back in front of him and said, “I will buy you, slave boy. I will you enjoy often.”
Tears welled up and fell from his eyes. I kissed his cheek and said, “Relax, you will learn to enjoy being a slave.” He closed his eyes as if hoping he was only dreaming. I grabbed his cock and began stroking it. When his cock began to get a bit hard I said, “See, you want this. You are a slut. You will be my slave boy.” I walked away from him and sat in a chair in the front row. Many of the guests recognized me and greeted me warmly, many thanking me for my good work. And they wanted to know which one I wanted. They all seemed to approve.
The auction began and slaves were wheeled forward on the X stands. Many of the slaves were auctioned before getting to Sebastian. When it was finished I indeed won my auction of Sebastian. I bought him for $25,000. The attendants pulled him down, bound his hands in front with ropes, his ankles together with rope and another rope to attach the wrists and ankles. A robe was then placed around him. I ordered him to follow me. He had a lot of difficulty walking with his ankles bound. He fell several times. I grew too excited to wait any longer. So, I hefted him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I then carried him to my van. I laid him on his side as I attached a rope to the rope holding his wrist and ankles together. This rope was then tied to one of the D-Rings. He whimpered and trembled in fear. I found myself incredibly excited. I couldn’t wait to get him home and get started.
OOC (5-11-2004):
I am opening this up for someone to play the role of a female slave to serve a Dominatrix.
If you want the role, just be the first to post here, though a PM would be appreciated. Accepting this role means accepting BDSM, bondage, slave humiliation and receiving anal sex by a dildo. Mistress Athena is 30 years old, muscular, fairly attractive and very intimidating to slaves (usually-lol).
IC:
I had been a slave trainer since I was 18. Always having been very muscular I could usually overpower my slaves. But for those that were bigger than me, I had other methods of control. I grew tired of training slaves and then sending them off to their masters. And being 30 years old now, I grew tired of all the work of training so many slaves all the time. So, I finished with my last slave to trade and accepted no more.
I had also decided to get my own personal slave to train and keep. So, I attended a slave auction one night. I dressed in dark purple tight leather pants, a black silk sleeveless blouse, black hiking boots and braided my long black hair into one long braid. I went out of my home and locked the door behind me. I then walked to my Van that I called “The Captor.” It was a plain black medium sized van with only two seats in the front. The two additional rows that the van was made with were removed and the windows were heavily tinted. I used this van when transporting slaves. I had a metal D-Rings installed on the floor and walls. The slaves were bound to these metal rings during transport.
I drove to the secret place for the auction feeling a bit anxious. I had never shopped for a slave for myself. I had never even been to a slave auction. But, I was so well known in the world of Sex Slavery that I was always invited. So, once there I parked my car and strolled to the front door of the warehouse. There was a guard posted outside who said, “Can I help you Miss?” I then said what the invitation said to say, “Auction Time. Let me pass.” The guard nodded and opened the heavy creaky door. Once I stepped inside I found myself excited by the display before me.
There were rows of slaves of both genders and of all types. There had to of been at least 50 there. Each slave was bound to an X shaped stand and gagged. I walked down each row as many of the guests were doing. We were all inspecting the slaves and picking the ones we liked. There was a pamphlet laid on the floor by the right foot of each slave. These pamphlets contained some information of each slave. Like their name, age, languages spoken, Virginity status (included Anal), how/where they were captured and if they have already received training or not.
I looked over many of the slaves and only read the pamphlets of a few of them. And then I found the one I wanted. He was so innocent looking and cute like a puppy. He looked to each person who passed him by with tearful pleading eyes to be released. His body was of average size but very smooth. I stood before him and looked into his attractive youthful face. I then picked up one of his pamphlets. I could see that he was called, “Sebastian”, he was 18 years old, only spoke English, a complete virgin, was captured while camping in woods alone and no previous training.
I reached down between his legs and held his crotch firmly in my hand. He squealed in fear and tried to move from my grasp. I said, “Hmm…. Youthful yet you have a nice sized cock. And you balls are so soft.” I let go of his crotch and then walked behind him. I slide one finger up his dry ass hole and he squealed and flinched. I removed my finger and said, “Your ass is very tight. It would be so enjoyable to stretch it open.” I then walked back in front of him and said, “I will buy you, slave boy. I will you enjoy often.”
Tears welled up and fell from his eyes. I kissed his cheek and said, “Relax, you will learn to enjoy being a slave.” He closed his eyes as if hoping he was only dreaming. I grabbed his cock and began stroking it. When his cock began to get a bit hard I said, “See, you want this. You are a slut. You will be my slave boy.” I walked away from him and sat in a chair in the front row. Many of the guests recognized me and greeted me warmly, many thanking me for my good work. And they wanted to know which one I wanted. They all seemed to approve.
The auction began and slaves were wheeled forward on the X stands. Many of the slaves were auctioned before getting to Sebastian. When it was finished I indeed won my auction of Sebastian. I bought him for $25,000. The attendants pulled him down, bound his hands in front with ropes, his ankles together with rope and another rope to attach the wrists and ankles. A robe was then placed around him. I ordered him to follow me. He had a lot of difficulty walking with his ankles bound. He fell several times. I grew too excited to wait any longer. So, I hefted him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I then carried him to my van. I laid him on his side as I attached a rope to the rope holding his wrist and ankles together. This rope was then tied to one of the D-Rings. He whimpered and trembled in fear. I found myself incredibly excited. I couldn’t wait to get him home and get started.
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