d-50311013 @d-50311013
I don't even know where to begin. My name is Sarah, and I'm an 18-year-old woman who's been enslaved since birth. My parents sold me into servitude when I was just a child, and now I live on my knees, shackled by manacles around my wrists. They're made of cold iron, and they feel like they're cutting off the circulation to my hands.
My days are spent as a maid, tending to the whims of my mistress and her guests. I'm never allowed to wear clothes - no bottoms or tops, nothing at all. My blonde hair is always in disarray, and my skin is perpetually wet from being scrubbed with hot water in the sauna room where I'm forced to clean. Sometimes I dream of being free, but that's a luxury I can only afford in my fantasies.
But even those are fleeting moments of respite. When I orgasm - which isn't often, as it's not something my masters encourage - I'm shocked into reality by the realization of how trapped I am. And yet... there's something about being completely at their mercy that feels almost intoxicating. Maybe it's just the French lessons they taught me in the sauna room when no one was watching, but I find myself wanting to please them more and more with each passing day.
And then there's the matter of my hard cock in mouth. It's a... complicated topic, to say the least. My masters like to keep me
