Worship

I wake up in a stable, completely naked. My head is throbbing. The hay is coarse on my back and didn't make for a comfortable rest. I don't know where I am or why I'm here. I remember meeting a gorgeous woman at a bar last night. Damn! What was her name? Tracey?

An unnamed man, 21, studying at the local university, has been hospitalised with severe stomach sickness after licking mud from the shoes of a female student. Her is said to have swallowed so much mud that he became violently ill over night.

She watched him trying to run away on the muddy field and laughed. It had rained last night and he was slipping and sliding the whole way.

"Ready or not, here I come," she taunted, laughing.

Her cleats tore into the muddy field as she sprinted after him. Being in great physical shape, she easily caught up to him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pulled him backwards and threw him down onto and especially muddy part of the field. He lay on his back staring up at her, trying to slide away from her. She planted her muddy cleat on his throat to keep him from moving away.

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Synopsis:

Her cleats stomped down on his hand. He screamed, something cracked. She twisted her cleats on his hand, grinding it into the muddy field. A different pair of soccer cleats jumped onto his chest. He could feel each stud digging into his ribs and chest.

Becky was my superior in my first job. She'd joined about a year after me and my management was one of her responsibilities. I felt humiliated by her from the start as I had applied for the job myself but had not got it despite being more qualified and having more experience than her. She, however, was stunning and had an unbelievably sexy manner that turned men to putty.

It really was quite something the feeling I would get every day when I heard her car door shut. As I laid in silence I would feel overjoyed to be in this envious position. How many men are lucky enough to be considered worth being kept as the property off a powerful businesswoman?

Part 1 – Live & Exclusive

You might think that a society, any society, which glories in slavery to the extent that it has a whole television channel devoted to the subject, is a somewhat depraved and perverse society. But you’d be wrong.

It soon came to pass that I was to become more than just Sally's servant at work. She decided that she would take me on as her full-time servant, or to be exact about it, slave, as I was not to be paid a penny for my servitude.

Hello? ---- Oh, hey Suzy! ---- Oh, yeah... uhmmm...i forgot... been kinda busy here. You'll NEVER guess what happened! ---- Oh, shut up, do you wanna hear why I didn't make it or not?

Well... you know that cleaning service I just got? They sent this guy today. ---- No, not that one. A new one. Anyway, he was late! the asshole, so I left as soon as he got here so I could make it to class on time. But of course, you know me, I forgot something, so halfway there I had to turn around and get my notebook. ---- Be quiet! You're no better :). ---- Anyway I got back to the house and went in, and I guess the guy didn't hear me. ---- I don't know his name, just listen! ---- Oh, well he's almost 6' and more tan than me, prick! Kinda hairy too. Mustache and goatee.