A Slave to a Mistressby Erotica P Johnson Imprint: Fetish World Books This book is written in English 



BDSM classed as Dubcon. Contains moderate BDSM content. | No. words: 81315 Ebook Price: $6.99 Grab this book now! No membership needed. Download PDF, EPUB and MOBI straight after payment. 
| Style: Bondage /BDSM Enslavement, Fem Dom - F/M, Feminization, Public Humiliation and Exposure, Sado-Masochism Published: 3 / 2025 Available Formats to Download: MOBI, EPUB, MS Word, PDF, MS Reader, RTF, HTM Available for members to read online in the Reading Room which is part of the member library

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STORY DESCRIPTION I enjoyed my time with my Mistress, great sex every night, and I also satisfied her guards during the day, great!
Then the group decided to announce a challenge, 'Take a slave, and keep it for six months,' was the challenge. Sounds simple, and my Mistress signed up for it.
You guessed it; I was to be put up for being kidnapped, great, really, I was excited, about it. Being in bondage excited me, new, fresh cunts to fuck, great. I knew my Mistress, and she would come for me, so I viewed it as, a holiday.
Not every Mistress is as kind and thoughtful ,as mine was, not every Mistress just wanted a sex slave, and cleaner, some had other ideas, kinky ideas.
While my Mistress mounted her search and attack, to free me, I spent quite some time, as my new Mistress's, pet dog, pony play, living her rubber fetish and leather, not my idea of fun. Whilst in rubber, I was only allowed to fuck a rubber clad female, but the Victorian street where we resided, had every fetish you can name, walking up and down, the street. They all wanted me to fuck them, and were full on provocative, a hand to my balls, to excite me into fucking them.
For a randy male, such as I, it was terrible, to have to push them away, they were not wearing, rubber.
She opened her house to mainly other Mistresses, showing off her collection of torture equipment, clad from head to toe in rubber, she put me on display. No, they could not see me, but I could see them, as they paraded past me. The torture, the victim was left hanging in the sun, sweating, and thirsty, an oriental, torture.
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