You Are Not My Master!

You Are Not My Master! You Are Not My Master!

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Becoming someone's slave wasn't as caught up as I thought it would. This is a total fucking night mare that I can't get out of. i wish I could. I have tried but he always catches me and beats me, makes me have sex with him. This was only supposed to be a test run. But he won't let me out of his house, his basement. I am going to get away. Just have to hurt him myself so I can be free.

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Becoming someone's slave wasn't as caught up as I thought it would. This is a total fucking night mare that I can't get out of. i wish I could. I have tried but he always catches me and beats me, makes me have sex with him. This was only supposed to be a test run. But he won't let me out of his house, his basement. I am going to get away. Just have to hurt him myself so I can be free.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter 1 Intro

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Submitted: July 12, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 12, 2016

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I was a different girl. A different woman. I didn’t have much friends. I think only two good friends. People that I would call my friends. But I was a loner. I was for sure one. I didn’t have nothing. I work an 8-5 job literally as someone’s bitch. Someone’s slave. I worked at a doctor’s office. I was the bitch that answered the phones, checked in patients, and got talked down to from others. It was a mess. It was depressive. I was only 23 years old. I had no one really in my life but a brother. My parents died in a car wreck when I was pretty young. My grandma raised both my brother and I. And she ended up passing away about two years ago. That is when I mostly got into having more sex. Just random people. I did it just to feel a touch from someone. Even if they were just fucking my brains out. It made me feel like I was the only one in the world that no one wanted. I mean I did have boyfriends in the past. But they only used me for sex. It was given. And I let them. I wasn’t the best at sex. But I did get what I wanted out of it and so did they. And after a few weeks or months. They just stopped texting, calling. And I didn’t care. I just went along to the next guy. But that was getting boring honestly. I wanted something excitement. I wanted to spice things up. But I didn’t know where to go. I had about 2 weeks of vacation to cash in and I was going to figure out something.

I heard through the grapevine that there are men out there. Men out there who use people as slaves. Just to have some excitement. It did sound interesting. It did sound like something I would be interesting in. I just didn’t know about how going about doing it.

My vacation started today. So when I woke up I just started searching. I started just googling. And what do you know I find a forum. It was like a live chat room. It was full of people. Woman and men. Who were just looking for fun.

I made a profile with a fake name. I still did put a picture of myself up on there. I wrote on there that I was just looking for some fun. Some hard core sex. Someone to spice up my sex life with.

I just waited honestly. I was reading the live chat that was going on. A lot of people seemed like weirdos. Freaks. But some of the things men were saying was turning me on.

I did get several private messages from men. I read them. Most of them just honestly sounded like rapist and murders. Someone who was going to take me away and I would never see day light again.

I did see one finally that seemed to be ok.

His screen name. Was Notyourtypicalguy

His email just wrote:

“You seem like a fun girl. Maybe we can chat and get to know each other?”

I clicked over on his profile, he didn’t have many pictures. Most of them were dark pictures of his face. He had a picture of his stomach, his abs. He had an 8 pack going on. I got to saw what I have seen of him, he was pretty attractive.

I used the instant message feature. And decided to go ahead and talk to him.

“Thank you for the private message. I guess we could talk to each other”

“That would be cool. I would like that”

“Me too”

“So what is your name? My name is John. And I am not just saying that my parents were old fashion.”

“Haha. My name is Angie. And I am telling the truth as well. It is my first time on this site so I am a little nervous”

“Well what exactly are you looking for?” he asked

“Something different. I am curious about the BDSM stuff. I have never tried it. And heard it is hard finding men who are into it.”

“A lot of men are actually into it. You would be surprised. I have been into it before. I used to do it a long time ago”

“Like how long? And how old are you?” I asked him

“It has been several years. And I am 39. You?”

“I am 23.”

“You are kind of a young in. Well I guess I better ask. Would you like to meet up? Somewhere in public of course. To see if this could go anywhere. And not waste each other’s time?”

“I guess I could do that. Do you know the coffee shop on Baker Street?”

“I do. I go there a lot actually” he said

“Me too. How about in an hour? Or are you busy?”

“No an hour would be good. I will be there. I am wearing dark blue jeans and a red polo shirt. I will have a black baseball hat on as well”

“Ok well I have on jean shorts, a pink tank top and I will have my hair in a ponytail”

“Alright see you in about an hour then”

“See you then”

I just sighed

This is the first person I have met on line before.

I belonged to several dating websites. And of course you met someone and they are totally different then who they say they are. Or they the person they say they are, and of course I like them. And they what do you it is all about sex. They got inside of me fucked me, and never called again.

I don’t think I have ever been in a serious relationship. I did in high school, but that was just a high school boyfriend. The boy I lost my virginity to. That was it. We graduated never saw each other again. Never heard from him either.

I got ready. I was already dressed. I put on some make up. Tried to make myself somewhat looking better. I was small. I was small in height. I was only 5”4. I weighed maybe 140 lbs. I had medium length hair, it was straight. I couldn’t make my hair curl for the life of me.

I sprayed myself with a little perfume. I guess I looked alright.

I slipped on some flip flops and headed over towards the café.

I sat outside of it in my car for about 10 minutes before I went in.

I have gone through this before meeting people online. I always go a little early. I kind of snoop the place out. Seeing if he shows up first. Then I go in after I see him.

I breathe in and just relax.

I finally saw a man that looked like what he described. He wasn’t bad looking. He was tall though. It looked like almost 6 ft tall.

I got my purse and got out of my car.

I saw him standing in line ordering some coffee.

I stood behind him. Here it goes.

“John” I said

This man turned around and looked at me and smiled.

“Angie”

“Yes” I nodded

“Would you like a cup of coffee? My treat” he asked

“Sure. Thank you”

“What would you like?” he asked

“Just a Grande Vanilla Latte”

“You got, if you want to go ahead and sit down. I will bring it to you”

“Ok. I will meet you over there” I pointed to an empty table by the back window.

I walked over and sat down. I put my back facing the wall. I would rather my back facing the wall instead of his.

Little did I know this was going to be one of the last days I would ever see day light.


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