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The girls night out had gone horribly, horribly wrong for Sharon and her friends.

The club they went to got raided for drugs and everybody got arrested. What's more, it has been a very active night for the police department and the holding cells were full, so they implemented what was called "Special holding procedures"...

Sharons five lady friends were all sat on metallic chairs, then bound on them, ankles to chair legs, hands behind their back, then secured at chest and abdomen to the back of their chairs.

To ensure further security and order, the outraged ladies' mouths were packed with kerchiefs and then securely taped over, then hoods were placed over their heads.

Sharon was allowed to make their single allowed call and was now going to be restrained until morning, when the lawyer would hopefully be able to get the ladies freed...

Hopefully...

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Failed Dommes are so hot

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Pre-date bondage; helps my girlfriend to appreciate how lucky she is to be owned by a romantic dom and how she should never forget her place, even when "free".

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Sometimes, even long after her Master made her a utility for himself and whatever plaything he was fucking, Sarah would recall how good freedom used to be, how she was once able to get fucked and cum.

She would try to rebel then, struggle in her bonds, scream foulness at her Master and toys, demand to become human once more.

He would pierce her with his brilliant, hard green eyes then; the effect was instant, her muscles seizing, her heart gripped by the cruel claws of fear, her denied and imprisoned cunt getting drenched.

He would always do the same then: order whatever pet was there to pinch her nose and see how long it takes her to beg to remain his useful tool.

10 minutes is all it usually took; 10 minutes of terror, fading and coming back, panic in her mind, wetness in her cunt, slavery in her soul.

She did beg, and thanked God for her loving Master.

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Good girl thoughts.

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"Did I give you permission to cover yourself, slut? Do you need a visit to the basement again? The cage and the battery?"

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Take a seat, I'll take the stool...

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She sat there, just watching him pace around and arrange things for his next game with her, his plaything.

For was what she was, wasn't she? Not his loving girlfriend, his treasured wife, his soulmate. He had seen to that, training her, breaking her, molding her to an object, a thing he could just enjoy and lock aside when he wanted to.

No, not just a thing, her conditioning whispered; his thing, his plaything, his property, his, his, his... The sibilant whispers tore through her muddled, needy mind, obliterating her thoughts and worries, exacerbating her lust and obedience to him. She once again became fully aware, felt every inch of her sensitive skin; the chill air on her hardening nipples, the feel of leather, divine leather, on her, restraining her wretched flesh, the mouth filling gag that almost choked her.

When he turned around, his piercing gaze pinned her immobile, her cunt gushing honey, thoughts long gone.

His, his, his...

Just as he wanted her to be.

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Any chastity sub finding herself exposed like this knows she can expect a long and torturous edging session in her very near future...

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Trained and compliant, once it has completed it's work and inspected, it is instructed to assume waiting position and turn off.

It complies without any human reaction; simply bows deeply and walks away gracefully to the bedroom. It crawls on the bed, then assumes a kneeling position, its hands grasping its heels i, now, natural submission, and orients itself towards a corner.

And then... Its mind turns off; for a very short moment, the creature experiences the cadence if senses fading away: it's feeling of its body, the tension and strain of tired muscles, the boiling, unfulfilled lust.

Then follow its thoughts of self, those that weren't rooted out by its loving training; its uncertainty over being worthy of its Master, its need to know if it is performing well, needs for nourishment, rest, expression... Thought.

And then it knows nothing more. Until Master activates it again, it's nothing more than an object.

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Hunting went well today.

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Let's see if gaming still doesn't excite you after a few levels of guitar hero in full vibration.

If that fails, we'll try Street Fighter in training mode.

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"Bad news lass.

Couldn't find enough stuff to make my visit worthwhile, so I'm taking you as well.

Next time be more careful when... Well, there won't be a next time for you, will it little toy? "

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After training has been completed, a slave experiences a renaissance of discovery; everything she is furnished with is something new a exotic when compared to her previous wretched life as a bound, tortured and caged animal in the basement.

Gaze at her joy to simple heavy manacles and loose chains that allow her so much freedom, how she flaunts her maids attire and shoes, how happy she is to serve in Masters kitchen.