1. Body Corp[orate Chapter 2


    Date: 3/11/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: northstar44, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    she couldn’t get off the bottom. She looked up and could see her Master standing looking down at her as she was drowning. When it was apparent she was almost out of air, he reached down and grabbed her arm lifting her out of the water on to the pool deck with one motion. He obviously used the gym equipment placed around the yard. He casually stated, “no need to cry it’s okay I will always save you. Masters don’t kill their slaves around here. No need to fear the water now”. It didn’t make her feel much better. ' They continued on, walking around the edge of the property where the trees were covered with ropes and chains and straps. She could only guess, what they were used for. They passed the hot tub, the swing, the fountain and fishpond, the sand pit, the archery range, a snake pit, which sent shivers up her back, as she looked down, at his pets, as he put it. They went on past a very large cage off the end of the property that seemed to have no purpose. It did, as she would find out. Next to it was The Power House George had mentioned. It was about 12ft by 12ft not all that large, with no windows so she couldn’t see in. The Master hardly even mentioned the building except to say what it was called. What was happening to her? Only two mouths ago she was the perfect lady at the top of her field now she was willing to endure any ...
    humiliation, any amount of pain in her struggle for sexual satisfaction. They went back to the house, the afternoon was almost evening now. She was given a drink to remove the dryness from her mouth. After the drinks on the patio, which was the first normal thing she did all day, she was e****ted to her room and told to bath. She would not receive dinner that night. As it was she was full of cum. As she came out of the shower George showed up and lead her to the bed not allowing her to dry stating we will hang you to dry. It became very clear what he meant. She was placed standing on the bed and a hook was lowered from the ceiling. As it came down, her wrists were put into leather cuffs and locked in position. Her arms were then attached to the hook and raised about two feet off the bed. He set the timer so she would be lowered into the bed automatically in two hours. She would drip dry. Cindi was hanging there, like a side of beef, when George again pulled out the camera and took a few shots. He then turned off the lights and left. By the time she was lowered onto the bed her arms felt like they were coming out of their sockets. As she was lying there, still chained to the lift, she pondered the day thinking this was a very rude awakening and what would tomorrow bring. She then closed her eyes and quickly drifted off to sl**p.
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