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[bondagestoriez]

The Email (part 1/?)

My buddies and I were hanging out in my man cave after my recent divorce just drinking some beer, playing some pool and shooting the shit when the topic of sex and girls comes up. The conversation progresses naturally until it reaches the point where I jokingly said "I need a slut for the man cave." They all chuckled and made jokes about what they would do but my mind went to an old sub that I hadn't seen in yrs as I thought to myself, why not. I had her set-up a separate email for kink yrs prior and thought, fuck it, it couldn't hurt so I proceeded to compose this email with the help of my horny, perverted friends.

Hey slut,

How's that needy pussy doing? The boys and I are looking for a free use slut for the house. Just a couple holes to play with and fill when we're drinking and/or bored. Maybe serve us some beers while naked and locked in a chastity belt. 100% just a piece of property. I doubt your clit would ever be touched so if you wanted an orgasm you would have to learn to have one from anal penetration or giving us pleasure. You would be fitted with a chastity belt and have your useless cunt stuffed constantly with bigger and bigger objects until it was useless to even the biggest cocks. You would stay plugged in your ass at all time unless it was being used. Anytime one of my buddies felt like emptying his balls he would pick your mouth or ass and release as he saw fit. If one had a fight with his wife/gf and just wanted to take out some stress on a punching bag we would hang you from the rafters and let him take out his frustrations on you. You wouldn't need to worry about work (I'm pretty well off now), family, or friends. You would have your own room with very basic needs; a cot, 1 or 2 items of clothing in case I needed you to make a beer run or something, and maybe a small shelf for books to keep you occupied when you're not needed. You would probably spend most night elsewhere though, like the crate at the foot of my bed or left tied where we had used you the night before. Your old life would be forfeit but you would be taken care of the way a dirty little slut like you should be. If you're reading this I know your needy cunt is tingling and dripping already at the thought of being a true free use slut. Let me know when you have your affairs settled so I can move you in and don't take too much time. The boys are getting restless...

[southbostonbitch]

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[bondagestoriez]

The Email (part 2/?)

I didn't check that email on a regular basis so when I finally saw it weeks later I assumed it was too late. I wasn't in a bad place in my life or career either so why would I even consider it. Being a plaything for one of my exes and his friends, hmfff.

But why couldn't I get the idea out of my head?

What was wrong with me that I wanted nothing more then to be cared for as the toy of my previous master and his friends.

Why was focusing on work becoming almost impossible?

Why was any time I found to release some pressure not enough for me all of the sudden?

Why did I have a constant wet spot in my panties imagining being used as a toy with no need for respect or thoughts of my own?

One week later, after a few drinks and a full week of degrading daydreaming, I responded expecting little back.

To my surprise though I got a response the very next day. Nothing sexual at all but a list of things I should handle, selling all my belongings or getting a storage unit, breaking my lease, giving a two wks notice, etc.

This is fucking crazy I thought to myself but I couldn't help but move my hand between my legs and feel how soaked I was.

The following wks were a blur as I received more instructions. He wanted me pierced... tongue, nipples, clit and several on each side of my labia.

Electrolysis to remove all the hair from my neck down.

I was sent to a "tailor" for measurements of my entire body. It seems he knew I was to be a slave because he wasn't gentle nor did he bother with pleasantries.

"Strip"

"Excuse me?!"

"If I have to say it again there will be consequences!"

He was so stern and domineering that I just complied.

Once naked he measured ever bit of my body and marked down all the measurements carefully.

"Bend over"

I did so without hesitation this time as he shoved what felt like a lubed up finger in my cunt.

"What are you doing?!"

"As I was told and so should you, now no more moving, I need to get your size"

My size?!?! Of what?

My answer quickly came as he pushed a slender dildo as far as it would go into me.

It was not pleasant and hitting my cervix created pressure I was not used to.

"One more measurement" he said as he proceeded to lube my asshole the same way.

Oh shit!!!! I thought as he slid it in with no care for my comfort, once again, until it bottomed out.

"Not impressive numbers but we'll work on that"

What does that mean I thought to myself?! What does he mean by we'll?

I was then ordered to dress again and he led me out without so much as a hint as to what I was being measured for.

The day was quickly approaching when I would finally fly to my new home. What had I gotten myself into as I put my hands down my panties to get myself off for the 4th time that day....