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Blinded by the Light

... else in order to help her. Elaine understood and then said, “Well, maybe you can come and see it and give me some feedback on what you think about it, if it’s a good investment.” She didn’t have to ask twice. Bob was following behind her car minutes after the bank closed. They pulled into a long, private, winding driveway and drove up to an absolutely gigantic house. They couldn’t get in and they couldn’t see much of anything in the windows because the lights were out. It was getting dark and Bob could barely see the green and brown bruises that were healing on his hand in the dusk. It was then that Elaine made her offer. “I’m looking for a real slave. I want to own, use, mistreat, and abuse a slave, take away all their rights as a human being. The only rights they will have will be the ones I give them. I thought you might be interested considering you’re such a warped, fucked-up individual.” Bob was dumbfounded. He stuttered. “I can’t do . . . what would make you think . . . I have a life . . .” He was grasping for words, feigning indignation. Elaine cut him off, “No you don’t. You don’t have a life. You’re a loser. You have a mediocre job and no one who cares about you. You are sick and twisted and you’re a true pig. You want what I have to offer. Think about it. I’ll give you a couple of days. If you decide you want to do it, we’ll have to start making arrangements to make sure there’s no trace of you for anyone to follow. We will have to sell off all your assets, close ...

... out all your accounts, we’ll have to make sure you don’t exist anymore. In return, I’ll torture and abuse you more than your little feeble mind can comprehend.” She turned, got in her truck, and drove off. Bob pulled out his cock and stroked it furiously and feverishly in the open night air. He wanted it. He didn’t have to wait a couple of days to make his final decision. He knew from that day in the parking lot he would do anything that she asked of him with no limits. So, for six weeks, he said his goodbyes, he sold off everything he owned and put the money in an account he had created for his new Mistress Elaine. He was upside down on his mortgage so they decided the best thing for him was to just walk away from it. Who cares about a FICO score if you are a piece of shit who belongs to a deranged psychopath who gets pleasure from inflicting excruciating pain? They had a party at the bank with cake and a card and everyone wished him well on his new journey in life. As the day grew closer, as the time grew nearer that he would give up his existence and become a thing, he stayed constantly horny. Finally, the day did come. Mistress Elaine picked him up in front of the train station with his one suitcase filled all his worldly possessions. Anyone who noticed him would think he was being picked up by a friend. What no one would ever suspect was that he was about to begin his life as a piece of property, a thing, an animal. They drove the 20 minutes or so to their new house. This ...