I am a sex slavegirl! I am a dog slut!

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I am a sex slavegirl.

The summer is long gone now, and it is almost winter again. It has been almost a year ago since I met my Master for the first time. I still go every Wednesday to the office on the canal, where I am fucked naked and blindfolded on the conference table.

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Meanwhile, I also have been twice on a Sunday night with my Master to a club.
The first Sunday, I have let myself fuck there by a negro. And the second time my was cunt raffled among the men present, and I have been fucked by half the present men, who had a winning ticket.

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Today is Sunday again.
After I closed the door of my Master’s office behind me I immediately have taken off my cloak and hung it on the coat rack. Then I first put my collar around my neck and attached the leash to it.

Then I did the wristbands on my wrists.
Now I am sitting naked in stockings and high heels waiting in the office of my Master until he comes and gets me to take me to number 156.

After a while, the door opens and my Master comes in. He takes the dog leash in his hand and says that I should get up. Then he puts the wrist cuffs around my wrists behind my back and clicks them together. After which he takes me with him outside.

I walk naked behind my Master outside. Off the terrace and over the sidewalk next to the terrace of number 156. The single passerby looks surprised at me when he sees me naked and handcuffed walking on a leash behind my Master. In order to reassure him, I smile kindly to the man.

As we stand front of number 156, the door opens automatically with a click
The door also automatically closes behind us when we go inside. We walk through the dimly lit hallway to the double doors at the end of the hallway, that goes open also for us.

Today there are again about fourty men in the library, most of them with a glass of champagne in one hand and a cigar in the other hand.

My Master leads me through the crowd to the small stage in the middle of the library.
When I stand in front of the stage, he loosens my hands.

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This time I have to go on my hands and knees to sit down in the middle of the stage.
My Master takes my right hand and hooked my wrist strap to the ring that is on the right hand side bolted in the stage. Then he does the same with my left hand to the ring that is on the left hand side bolted in the stage.

I lie down with my head on the stage. By turning my head to the right, I prevent my nose from pressed to the stage, and I can look to the right, To see for a section what is happening. My ass is sticking up defiantly.

It is still not satisfying my Master, because while my wrists are forced to stay in the same place, I still have to crawl about 20 cm. Forward. And then I have to do my knees further apart.
I understand why that is, when both my legs are strapped right behind my knees with leather straps to the stage.

The present men are gathering around the stage, to which I tied up and naked and on my hands and knees offer my now easily accessible cunt.

With a glass of champagne in one hand and a cigar in the other hand, the men walk around me to look at me from all sides. I hear snatches of conversations in which they talk about me. About how young I am, and how beautiful I am. About my tight stomach and my beautiful buttocks. About my breasts and about my tight but oh so fuckable cunny.

“Move that ass of you back and forth,” my Master orders.
I move my ass back and forth as best as I can.
“She has too much freedom” my Master says to the pedel. “Bring me a footstool and a leather belt”.

When the footstool comes a little later, my hands are loosened and the footstool is slid under my belly. Then my arms are stretced as wide as possible after which my hands are tied again.

With the belt around my waist, I am then tied to the footstool.
As my Master orders me again that I have to move my ass back and forth, I am almost no capable to move. I am effectively tied to the stage and can barely move.
The men meanwhile still are walking around me.

With their glass of champagne in one hand and a cigar in the other hand, they walk around me to look at me from all sides. It makes me ashamed and excited. My cunny starts to itch irresistible and I feel that it starts getting wet.

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The beadle hands over a small bottle to my Master. Moments later, I feel that my cunny lips are wetted with a paintbrush, after which the open bottle is pushed into my cunny. I feel the cold contents of the bottle flowing in my cunt. Luckily it’s only a little bit, but if the bottle is pulled out of my cunt, a few drops of the contents of the bottle are still leaking out of my cunt.

My Master gives the bottle back to the beadle, who walks away with it.
Nothing happens for a while.
I’m shocked when I see the men diverge in front of me, to make room for a middle-aged man. I do not fear the man, but the big German shepherd that is tugging at his leash in front of him.

It is clear to see that it is a male dog, because I see his testicles hanging under his belly. And out of his shaft sticks the red tip of his dogs cock.

Tightly tied on the stage I look frozen with terror and fear to the dog.
Although I’ve never even thought in my life about having sex with a dog, it is perfectly clear to me that I am about to have sex with a dog any minute now.
Something that goes far beyond my imagination. Frozen with fear, but to my surprise also wet with excitement, I wait for things to come.

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