Precious was lonely. It seemed like the whole world was on lock-down and she hadn't been fucked in weeks. She dreamed about her Daddy and remembered all the fun they'd had. She thought about the threesomes in her bedroom, the occasional groups and the amazing times they'd had at play parties. She thought about the kinky afternoons when they were alone and how happy she was to do his bidding. Precious is only 25, but she's been with Daddy for six incredible years.
The D-day has finally come! The day I decided to finally visit that mystery place I had been fantasizing about long before that. Slave Farm. What a wonderful name for a BDSM resort, a place where slaves are treated like real slaves, by real dominant women. Nice and isolated place, much looking like the famous OWK, but still much more affordable for me and closer to my home. And not that crowded.
Fantasy
Day 3 of being your prisoner you stopped giving me water to drink.
If i wanted to stay hydrated i would be drinking your pee from a dog bowl. I was so lucky.
Why would i even need water when I could lap up your pee? I smiled as I was feeling thirsty so went for another drink. I was down on my knees I had to say your prayer before putting my face in the bowl to lap up your pee and savour it.
I awoke the next morning completely at peace. I was happy, genuinely happy as my thoughts returned to yesterday's events. I remembered Marc's strong arms enveloping me as he stood me before those two young boys, and how he urged them to undress me. My god, I was humiliated! I curled up in bed as I relived those feelings. I stretched and brought my fingers to my clit as I remembered what happened next, though.