I Want To Be Your Slave - Sex Stories

I Want To Be Your Slave

... anything. She decided on the sex, what, with whom, who (if any) was dominant etc. I was perfectly content with the arrangement, very rarely did I ever have to express a desire, any desire I had had usually been satisfied some days before. Dark Maria visited frequently, but seldom enough I could recover from her ministration between visits. Sometimes Maria found it amusing to make me beg for the treatment, those times were particularly painful, and satisfying. She seemed to come to terms with that side of herself, my evident pleasure and the begging seemed to reassure her and she played the part with relish and very damp cunt. Likewise, she had me dom her and beat her, my heart may not have been totally in it, but I like the pleasure she got from it as much as I liked playing the part. Then there was sex, regular early morning swims, fucks, blowjobs, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs. God it was good. "Aw." Maria cooed interrupting my reverie and kissed me again, with more ardour. "You're going to distract me now." Breaking the kiss, she retreated to a safe distance. "To commemorate this auspicious day, I prepared a special treat for you." Her smile was threatening to completely encompass her face, she definitely had been plotting something, I was thinking I was going to enjoy this greatly. She produced a sheet of paper with a flourish, and gave it to me while bouncing up and down. I absently took the paper from her, still much distracted by the effect the bouncing was having ...

... on her bosom. When I didn't react, she followed my gaze and said. "Oops, sorry" and clutched at her bosom to calm them. She nodded at the paper, expectantly. I read. At the top it started "Maria Freeman, of Seaview farm." "In exchange for the sum of one guinea and other valuable considerations, agrees to lease one slave, Maria a black woman to Stephen Somers, of Seaview farm." It further went on to specify several terms and a lease period which would start today and last through the end of the week. "You want to sell yourself to me?" "Well lease, for this week, but yes, I would be your slave, completely, totally and legally. No safeword." This was going to be big trouble. "Didn't we decide differently three years ago." "Yes we did, so you've never got to be an absolute slave owner. You never got to exercise you demons." I was going to lose this battle, I tried to outflank her. "But you're worth so much more than 1 guinea. Particularly after the slave trade was outlawed two years ago, and the Royal Navy is patrolling the African coast. Slaves are a constrained commodity they're very valuable. I couldn't buy a replacement for you for less than 200. Well, I could never replace you." "Aw, you're sweet." she said kissing me again, but met my flanking attack. "The lease is only for the week. If you amortize a dollar a week over the life of a slave, its a fair price." I tried a desperate rear guard action. "You can see into my soul, you know what this would unleash, it would not be ...