Fantasies with beautiful women being enslaved. All the images are taken from other BDSMLR pages, I just add little stories from my imagination.
Although the stories are in English, my language is Spanish, so there will be mistakes in the writing.
When I received the notice to report to Mannor FordTess, I couldn't quite understand why Mr. Francis had hired me to work at his mansion, I was only a recent graduate in library management with little future in a business destined to disappear, and little time as a free woman if I couldn't find a job to pay off my college loans.
I was greeted by a woman in her forties called Jessica, and introduced to me as the slave girl in charge of the mansion service.
You will discover many slave girls walking around the mansion;' Jessica told me, 'Each one has her own assigned job and does not interfere with the others' work.
Soon I began to see naked slave girls, wearing only their collars engraved with the family crest and the restraints on their wrists and ankles, some of them were cleaning, while others simply looked like part of the decorations.
Looking at them I couldn't help but feel a little envious at seeing them so uninhibited in public, and I couldn't help wondering that if these beauties were the domestic slave girls, what would the pleasure slaves of the mansion be like.
While Mr. Francis does not require your services, you will remain in the library cataloguing the books, your room is attached to the library, and in it you will be served breakfast, lunch and dinner;' Jessica continued explaining to me as she showed me my small bedroom with a bed, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom with shower and toilet.
I don't understand what you mean by other services;' I commented to Jessica, still admiring the walls full of books.
Any of the house slave girls can be called to Mr. Francis' bedrooms to satisfy their sexual needs;' Jessica replies, 'The new ones are usually fucked for a couple of weeks before being added to the rotation, although I'm sure a little thing like you will become one of the three or four regular slave girls in his bed.
'But...I'm not a slave' I reply to Jessica.
'I'm sorry;' Jessica says to me, 'I thought someone had already told you, your college loans were due in two weeks and it was going to be impossible for you to repay them. When Mr. Francis found out that you were facing ten years of slavery to buy back your loans, you will spend the next five years serving in this mansion.'
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When I received the notice to report to Mannor FordTess, I couldn't quite understand why Mr. Francis had hired me to work at his mansion, I was only a recent graduate in library management with little future in a business destined to disappear, and little time as a free woman if I couldn't find a job to pay off my college loans.
I was greeted by a woman in her forties called Jessica, and introduced to me as the slave girl in charge of the mansion service.
You will discover many slave girls walking around the mansion;' Jessica told me, 'Each one has her own assigned job and does not interfere with the others' work.
Soon I began to see naked slave girls, wearing only their collars engraved with the family crest and the restraints on their wrists and ankles, some of them were cleaning, while others simply looked like part of the decorations.
Looking at them I couldn't help but feel a little envious at seeing them so uninhibited in public, and I couldn't help wondering that if these beauties were the domestic slave girls, what would the pleasure slaves of the mansion be like.
While Mr. Francis does not require your services, you will remain in the library cataloguing the books, your room is attached to the library, and in it you will be served breakfast, lunch and dinner;' Jessica continued explaining to me as she showed me my small bedroom with a bed, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom with shower and toilet.
I don't understand what you mean by other services;' I commented to Jessica, still admiring the walls full of books.
Any of the house slave girls can be called to Mr. Francis' bedrooms to satisfy their sexual needs;' Jessica replies, 'The new ones are usually fucked for a couple of weeks before being added to the rotation, although I'm sure a little thing like you will become one of the three or four regular slave girls in his bed.
'But...I'm not a slave' I reply to Jessica.
'I'm sorry;' Jessica says to me, 'I thought someone had already told you, your college loans were due in two weeks and it was going to be impossible for you to repay them. When Mr. Francis found out that you were facing ten years of slavery to buy back your loans, you will spend the next five years serving in this mansion.'