“There we go, vanilla bean, all locked up. No more orgasms are just one of the many hells to come.”
“What?’
“I never allow my slaves s****l relief,” she said as she un-cuffed me.
My legs were like spaghetti. I dropped to the floor in front of her and looked up. I could see her panties and my body responded.
“Like the view, vanilla bean? Don’t worry you’ll be an expert on that part of my anatomy by years end. In fact it will be a major attribute that will drive up the price when I sell you.”
“But…”
“But you thought it was only a year? That’s a year with me. Then I intend to sell you,” she said.
“But…”
“But how can I when you’ve only agreed to be a slave for a year? Don’t worry I’ll give you another opportunity like today to beg me to sell you into permanent slavery.”
A collar went
