1. Firestorm Part 1


    Date: 10/29/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: sir-jeff, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    grabbed her wrist to stop her. "You should bathe first, Miss." "Look, I'll get a shower later. Right now, I want some clothes." She was beginning to get annoyed with this silly little maid. The girl didn't release her wrist though. "I'm sorry, but your bath is already drawn and waiting for you, Miss. Right this way," she said as she began to lead Marie toward a small door in the corner. She dropped the sheet halfway across the room and yanked away from the maid to grab it and cover herself. "Look, I don't need a bath, I just want to get dressed, dammit!" At the sight of the anger in her green eyes, the young girl lowered her gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry, Miss," she said in a somber tone with a trace of fear. Marie sighed as the girl's lip began to quiver slightly, and she apologized. "No, I'm sorry, k**do. I didn't mean to blow up at you like that, I'm just a little embarrassed is all." A slight smile traced the maid's small mouth at her words. It was only then that she noticed the shiny steel collar around her slender neck. Without thinking, she reached out and traced the strangely lovely contraption with her fingertips. "What the hell is this?" she asked. It seemed so strange that she should have noticed it sooner. "It is my collar, Miss," she said simply enough. She made it sound like an everyday thing, like it was common to go around with a steel band locked around one's throat. For it was locked on, she could see the keyhole in the back now. "Why are you wearing a ...
    collar? Who put this on you?" "Ma'am put it on me, Miss. She wishes for me to wear it at all times, that is why she welded it shut." "Welded it shut?!" She couldn't believe it. Yet, even as the puerile maid brushed her short hair out of the way so Marie could see the joint and hinges were indeed welded shut, she found herself intrigued rather than appalled. "Who did you say did this to you?" She was beginning to get a bad feeling now. "Ma'am did, Miss. She owns me." Raising her head to look Marie in the eyes, the young girl asked, "Didn't you know Mrs. Stevenson has a stable of slaves?" Reflecting in the bath, Marie couldn't decide if she was horrified or excited. She despised the idea of slavery. She had heard her whole life how horrible slavery had been for the men and women k**naped from Africa, yet this maid, who's name she had learned was Cassandra, seemed totally at ease with her situation. She also recalled hearing about fetishists who enjoyed mock slavery and others who went for a more real experience with their partners. She had never been interested in such things herself but had found the idea of people who were not only willing slaves, but eager to be enslaved strangely fascinating from an intellectual standing. The whole concept was a bit too much for her to take in and had distracted her while she tried to bathe, so Cassandra had taken the washcloth away from her and, after rolling up her sleeves, began scrubbing her back and washing her hair. "Mrs. Stevenson owns ...
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