Misanthrope: First Summer

A young girl from the Midwest is more than happy to sell herself into sexual slavery but she never expected to have a misanthrope for a master. She was hoping for a master who would lovingly abuse and make love to her, not one that would enjoy humiliating her and using her as nothing more than a piece of ass for his detached interest in sex. What can she do to become the object of his infatuation?

This is a 14,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, bondage and discipline, erotic humiliation, lesbian sex, and sex of dubious consent. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

"Masturbate for me."

That caught her off balance. "What?"

"Masturbate for me. I'm sure it's in the contract. You'll be asked to do a lot more than that soon enough."

"Right," she said, remembering her place. One hand traveled down to her crotch. I watched as she slowly and steadily played with herself.

"Very good," I complimented her. "I think we'll have a nice collection of nude from you in no time at all. You ever had nude pictures up on the internet before? Videos?"

"No," she said. I looked into her eyes and realized she was on the verge of crying. I couldn't help smiling. The worst pain a slave can have is emotional. Bruises, cuts, welts all heal but crushed and abused emotions leave the best scars.

"You'll be proud of what I do with these. You'll be able to brag to your friends about being a secret sex symbol."

Dettagli