Perhaps subconsciously a bit of her believed that I would become enamoured with her and choose to keep her if she gave a perfect, sexual, obedient, devotional performance on this last night. “One last time honey, I’m gonna relish every stroke and I know you will too.” That was the advantage, I thought to myself, of selling her to a labour slave company rather than to an individual or a sexual service – it didn’t matter how marked she was when they picked her up as long as her muscular ability for hard labour wasn’t impacted. Sex In fact I’ve already viewed, tested and bought her, she should arrive tomorrow around the time you’re picked up and taken away.”
“Where will I go” she asked tearfully, speaking quietly because she needed to ask but was terrified to know, terrified to have to actually ask that question. I’m going to frame this and have it on the shelf as my main visual memento of you at your peak.”
Finally I got tired, and her final whipping as my girlfriend was complete, a truly emotional stepping stone for both of us, making me feel quite moved.
