A Girl's Dream Come True (Sexkitten127, EuroLover and Robguy)
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				Title: <strong>A Girl's Dream Come True (Sexkitten127, EuroLover and Robguy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 03:09:20</strong>
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				Emily awoke on the day of her 25th birthday, smiling as she rose from her bed and walked down the hall way of her three story, eighteen bedroom mansion. Her long blond hair touched to the middle of her back and her blue eyes sparkled bright. Her slim figure was beautiful, and her breasts were voluptuous as was her ass. She was a curvy women but still beautiful as ever. After walking into her kitchen to find her private chef had already prepared her breakfast she smiled as she sat down to eat. When she was done eating she walked back upstairs and got dressed gearing up for a mellow day at home when all of a sudden the phone rang.<br><br>Emily answered the phone and a shocked smiled crept across her face as she listened to the man on the other end of the line. "Really? Okay, great! I will make sure I am ready for when they arrive. Thank you." Hanging up the phone Emily couldn't believe what she had just heard. Apparently her mother had bought Emily a birthday present, and it was more then Emily ever imagined... Her family was beyond wealthy, but her mother had never flaunted her money in this manner before. The farthest it ever went was her mother buying Emily her mansion, but nothing like this had ever happened before.<br><br>The widow had bought her daughter a slave, and not just one...three. Brothers to be exact they had been raised in the underground slave world and were apparently already broken in and ready to please. Emily had always dreamed of this but was too shy to ever go to one of these auctions herself. Her mother was a regular to this and Emily grew up with slaves in the house, all though she never knew exactly what purpose they served in the house.<br><br>Emily ran downstairs to the basement floor to prepare a room for each of the men coming, she had no idea how old they would be or what they would look like but Emily knew her mother knew what she liked and wouldn't disappoint her. As she fixed up the rooms she smiled as she eyed the door way that lead to the dungeon one level below the one she was one, knowing the maids would have done this Emily didn't mind preparing the rooms herself. After the rooms were ready she returned back upstairs to await the arrival of her present. Calling the all her maids and workers into the living room she spoke to them all sweetly "Listen up everyone, I have three men that are scheduled to arrive here tonight, and you all are to treat them as you treat me. Do you all understand?" Once everyone nodded she dismissed them all and took to her quarters to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Girl's Dream Come True (Sexkitten127, EuroLover and Robguy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EuroLover</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 01:04:14</strong>
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				Paul was sitting quietly in the back of the limo. Life got turned upside down for the 20 year old lad a year ago. That's when he was sold as a sex slave. For a year, he had been trained by various mistresses to obey, endure an please. They managed to make a true submissive slave out of him, despite his strong resistance. He had been slapped, tied, gagged, blindfolded, whipped and endured most forms of punishment before finally giving in. He realised that resistance was the stupidest thing in the slave world. The more you resisted, the more punishment you received. Obeying and pleasing was the only option available to a sex slave if he wanted any satisfaction himself.<br><br>Now he was finally ready for the market and was immediately sold to some rich old bitch, as a present for her daughter's birthday. The nerve of those rich people! Buying you own personal sex slaves. He despised such people and dreaded that he couldn't just fight them and regain his freedom. He knew it was impossible, as rich people had their means of getting back to rebellious slaves.<br><br>As the limo was getting closer to the mansion he was going to serve in, he reminded himself of his life before this happened. He was a handsome and fairly tall man, short brown hair and marvelous green eyes, with all possibilities open for him. His intelligence wasn't lacking and his body was fit and worked out, a delight for the girls his age. He could have had anyone he wanted. And now he was a simple sex slave. The thought was depressing.<br><br>The only thing that made it easier for him was the news that his older brothers were bought by the same person and he was going to meet them again. They were separated in the past due to training issues and he hadn't seen them since then. As he saw the huge mansion through the window, he started wondering what kind of person his mistress was going to be. He really hoped she was a nice, beautiful person, so thinks would be easier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Girl's Dream Come True (Sexkitten127, EuroLover and Robguy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 02:43:41</strong>
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				Bruce, the eldest of three brothers watched the scenery whiz past the tinted window of the limo. His mind was elsewhere, revisiting his past from the moment he had first been sold into slavery at age sixteen. He had been through much in the ten years since. He had been whipped, spanked, humiliated and abused. But he had also seen how wonderful it could be in the hands of a kind and loving owner. At first after the initial shock had worn off of being sold by his parents for a sum of money that had probably lasted three years tops, Bruce had been excited, eager to learn all he could to be the perfect sex slave. He had always had an infatuation with girls and sex. And though he had been a virgin when he had been sold, he had often dreamed of sex. the idea of living only to please his mistress sexually appealed to him. But the harsh training he had been given had nearly driven that desire from him. His first mistress had rekindled the flames and desires, only for them to be obliterated by his next mistress, who had been not only cruel and unloving, but kinky in the extreme. It had taken him the last two years to rid himself of the nightmares, but even now a few of the physical scars remained. His last mistress had purchased him to work as a stripper in a club in Vegas. Having no need of him in her bedroom she instead used his training and smoldering looks to bring in a good sum of extra cash, by allowing him to sleep with the customers, for a whopping Three hundred dollars. It was a fairly outrageous price, but more often than not Bruce found himself waking up in one of the customer's bed. It had given him a slight sense of freedom, which might be bad if his mistress was strict, but it had also reignited those flames of sexual desire that had been nothing but ash and soot a few years ago. He prayed that his new misstress would not douse the flames yet again. <br><br>&nbsp; His thoughts turned to his brothers Paul and Simon. He hadn't seen either of them in the ten years since he had been sold, but he had heard they too had been sold upon turning sixteen. Anger flared briefly at the thought. what kind of parent sold their children? He hated his parents and always would. But then the anger faded. Soon he would be reunited with his brothers. He hoped they had learned as much as he had over the years. It would be nice to be living with them again, even if it were under unusual circumstances.<br><br>He saw his reflection in the window and was surprised to see a genuine smile upon his full lips that most women had told her were oh so kissable. Real happiness had been a rare thing for him over the years and though he had enjoyed the last few years he still had not felt truly happy. His blue eyes seemed overly bright in the dark reflection of the glass and his wild unkempt, light brown hair fell almost to his shoulders and if pull down his bangs fell to just past his nose. A barely noticeable scar was visible on his left cheek, where his second owner had struck him with a barbed whip. It wasn't visible enough to mar his handsomeness, but no doubt his new mistress would see it and ask questions. Questions that would bring back painful memories he had finally succeeded in burying. <br><br>He sighed deeply as they his limo pulled to a stop behind another one of the same length and color. His mistress was obviously wealthy. The mansion reminded him of one of those Hollywood horror films. Three stories tall it must have at least two dozen rooms. If he was lucky he would get one of the top floor rooms. One that faced west as he simply loved sunsets. He imagined there would be at least one below ground level that would serve as his mistress' dungeon. It might sound a bit cliche to BDSM/S&amp;M outsiders, but he knew that nearly everyone who lived the lifestyle had one somewhere in their house. He was growing more excited by the moment as he waited for the driver to open the door. <br><hr><br>Simon slept during most of the drive from the airport to the mansion. He was not looking forward to seeing his new mistress and living arrangements. Even the thought of reuniting with his brothers could not lift him from his funk. This was his third owner this year alone. He had been through over a dozen changes of ownership since being sold by his parents six years ago. He wasn't sure why, but they seemed to quickly grow tired of him. It wasn't his looks. Unlike his brothers Simon's hair was curly and blond. His eyes were&nbsp; a striking shade somewhere between his older brothers baby blue and his younger brothers vibrant green. If not for his father's hawkish nose and his mother's full plump lips he might have wonders if one of his mother's many lovers had knocked her up instead of his father. Even these minor thoughts of his parents sickened him. They were not his parents, they were monsters. Real parents didn't sell their children into the life of a sex slave. He had even heard that they had used the money to build their own dungeon in the basement of their house. No it wasn't his looks. Though he didn't know it Simon had simply had the misfortune to continually end up with newcomers to the game who had decided they didn't like it as much as they thought or owner's whose tastes changed on a whim. Quite simply he just hadn't found the right mistress yet. <br><br>Two other limos were already parked at the curb as his pulled to a stop. The house was bigger than any two of his former mistress' houses combined. Apparently his new owner was loaded. He allowed himself a glimmer of hope as he waited for the door to be opened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Girl's Dream Come True (Sexkitten127, EuroLover and Robguy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Little Darkling</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 04:03:17</strong>
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				Emily smiled when she watched each limo pull up, her smile widening with each one arriving. Biting her lip she walked down the stairs to the maids and asked them to retrieve the men and take them to their quarters. She would be down shortly to greet them, but wanted time for them to get settled. Emily told the maids to show the men to their rooms and after a few minutes to then take them and leave them down in the common area of the dungeon. There was a bed in there and shackles on the wall but no way out, Emily figured the boys would enjoy spending some time together again and it may put them at ease to get acquainted with the room before Emily arrived.<br><br>The boys were to not be chained or shackled, just brought to the maids for the next step. Emily laid on her bed and smiled as she dreamed of the possibilities of what these men could bring to her. She was single and had been for years, it wasnt her looks that kept men away it was her psycho mother who had just purchased her three slaves...If thats no intimidating Emily didn't know what was.<br><br>Emily was a kind women who had a fetish for BDSM, never taking any of it too far but she loved the idea of dominating and being in control of another person. She dressed herself in a black satin robe and after a few hours had passed, she took in a deep breath and walked down to meet the men. Her heart pounded, feeling anxious with each step she took. What would she say to them? How would she explain why they were here? How would they react to her? Emily's panic rose higher and higher...What if they disobey me? What if I have to hurt them? Feeling overwhelmed as she reached the door; Emily took in one last breath and turned the knob.
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