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Part 1 a slave on the way to a new life “Due to a technical disorder, the departure is delayed by about 45 minutes, we ask for your understanding”. Some of the passengers groaned, others scolded loudly on this “shit train. “I didn’t mind this delay, I was used to waiting and taking inconvenience indifferent. Well, to be a little excited, I was already a little excited, because after all this train should go to a new free life.
I looked outside on the platform and watched the people who just got out of the neighboring train. Most of them looked stressed and left the platform as soon as possible, an elderly gentleman looked around a little confused and didn’t seem to know where to go. “Grandpa, hello grandpa” The older gentleman turned surprised then he spread his arms with a laugh, seconds later he caught two rushing boys on the almost outlined him.
After turning around his own axis together with the two of them turned off the two and took the mother of the two in their arms. Father and daughter kept themselves for a while, only when the children became restless went the four hand in hand towards the exit. I saw them wistfully, my own child would never receive me that way. Because shortly after her birth she was taken away from my owner.
As so often in the past two years, I wondered if I would ever get to know my daughter. He didn’t want me to keep her and if he wanted something it was better to obey, he was my husband, he was my owner and he was my master and master. There were also other masters who were allowed to determine me, but who was allowed to be master, he had made sure he had made it clear to me from the start that I obeyed and I obeyed for 20 years.
In the meantime, like many of my other masters, he was in prison for two years. The longer I was separated from him, the stronger the longing for my daughter, but despite all the efforts I couldn’t find out anything over her and so nothing remained from my family except for a big emptiness in me. I was difficult to suppress the tears, I thought of my new life. The train, when he finally started, would bring me to Hamburg, there I have a job far from my bad memories and, as I hope, also found a “normal life”.
I looked at the woman who was reflected in the window of the compartment. I saw a 43-year-old woman who was not necessarily described as pretty, her face was seen that she had already gone through a lot. If I were now naked here the scars that had left my life so far to see clearly on the whole body. My big breast was hanging down and still wore the signs that my “lovers” had left in 20 years, my butt and my vagina also wore such signs and would carry my whole life, certainly no new signs would be added andIf so, I would determine which one it would be.
I looked into the gray -green eyes of my reflection, eyes that were still empty and hopeless two years ago, eyes that belonged to a lawless, unconditional obedience and absolute submissiveness and now, after my liberation, still anxiously but reasonably confidentLooked into the future. I owed the new confidence to Gabi Wegener to my psychologist, who has looked after me in the past two years and made me a somewhat confident and, above all, independent woman.
It was too that I had advised me to start far away from my bad memories. Gabi, like me, was once a slave, but unlike me, she had not become a slave voluntarily and she was “only” for a few months not for 20 years. Nevertheless, she was able to understand what I had done and so she always did the right thing to help me. I would of course also need help in Hamburg, but she could also help me there by transferring me to her best friend from her student days.
The two had lost sight of themselves after studying but still said Katja, that was the name of the girlfriend to continue my therapy immediately. I’m looking forward to getting to know her, because Gabi had told me a lot about Katja and stood my wink that she didn’t just share an apartment. Who knows, maybe the two came back through me, I thought with a smile. A young couple in front of my wagon stood closely on the platform, I watched the two jealous.
Since the end of my slavery I hadn’t allowed any tenderness, I don’t even touch myself anymore, at least not so tender. Of course, tenderness were rather in short supply in my time as a sub, gentlemen did not think of cuddling, but at least we were allowed to spoil slaves from time to time, even if this was only under the supervision of the masters, these were always particularly nice moments for us. Between my masters and me there was actually only physical closeness during sex or if they were allowed to use me.
If my bidders went out with me, I always had to take three steps behind them, often enough they pulled me on a leash that was attached to my leather necklace. When I was performed friends, the leash was mostly on my nipples or sometimes also to my clit, I always had to make sure that the leash was well excited so that my meat was nicely drawn. Funny, there were times that I liked it to be shown like this.
The love couple had now disappeared and I devoted myself to my reflection again. To celebrate the day and because of course I wanted to leave a good impression on my new employer, I had bought a new hairstyle. My long hair that I mostly tied to a ponytail had now given way to a fashionable short hairstyle. Gabi was very enthusiastic about my new cut and I found it really great after I got used to it.
I hadn’t looked at my body for a long time. In recent years I just didn’t care what I looked like anymore. Before that, it was of course very different, my gentleman had put together a training program that I had to comply with exactly, even the slightest deviation was able to make a punishment. In addition to my arm leg and abdominal muscles, other muscles and body parts were trained so that I could easily meet my destination as a resilient four-hole mare.
In particular, my “fourth hole” was given special attention to my urethra. My gentleman was proud that I was one of the few “pussies” that could be fucked into the Pissloch by smaller cocks. Somewhere on the Internet there is still a film in which you can see how I am fucked into all 4 holes at the same time. I would need hours to relax, but back then I was definitely as proud of this performance as my Lord.
When I think about this fuck, I notice how my nipples are set up. In fact, the giant things are pressing through the fabric of my bra. Fortunately, I was alone in the compartment. Well, my nipples are also such an issue, as a young slave they were still quite normal. At some point he met a sadistic cosmetic surgeon, who soon also belonged to my masters. As a thank you for this, he then made a few “improvements” on my body.
While my breast was allowed to keep its size, the “teats” were brought to the stately length of 6cm in the erect. “Modifications were also made on my clit. The protective skin has been removed and the clit was sprayed to the size of a small penis. So that the overall picture of my “cunt” was right again, my labia were also enlarged. Since then they have been hanging up from my abdomen. Well, at least that’s how my “fuck hole” opened by constant stretching is hidden by constant stretching.
Of course, I had no say in these “beautification”, my gentleman was pretty acidic at the time because I was put out of action for weeks due to the extremely painful procedure. However, when I was ready for use, he was reconciled with my new nipples my mother -in -law in cunt and ass fucking while my teat tail was in my sister -in -law’s cunt. There are also some videos of them that more than just covered the costs of my conversion. In general, I was a celebrity in the relevant circles with my degree for 21 years.
It was barely passed in which I was not shown at least once on well -attended shows. “Damned! Now my vagina is still wet, that doesn’t exist at all. “Fortunately, I have underwear otherwise there would definitely be traitous traces on my clothes and the seat” I went through my head. Underwear at all, if you hardly ever wear half of your life, it is not easy to wear a bra or a panties again.
It took me half a year for me to get used to it. When Gabi asked me to better hide my “outstanding features” in one of our first sessions, of course I immediately followed this “command” immediately. I bought particularly thick old grandmother that tied my teats, my clit and my labia so far that they could hardly be guessed at. Of course, this was extremely painful for me, since the places were almost constantly rubbed.
I was used to pain, so it didn’t matter that much. Nevertheless, when I was at home I was almost only naked. When Gabi noticed at some point my grandmother’s panties, of course, asked me why I was not wearing any lighter panties. At that time, my feeling of shame was not as strong as it is today, so I showed her “supermöse” spurderly. She was horrified and dragged me to a doctor a few days later who looked at everything exactly an operation plan and a cost estimate that I presented to my health insurance company, the clerk was very understanding after the shock was digesting the enclosed photos, however, my treatment costs could not be covered.
If I’m honest, it is actually quite right for me, I’m not proud of these abnormal things but now I have got used to it that I would probably miss something if suddenly everything was normal again. In front of my eyes, a film was just again, “What’s wrong with me? For a year now I have not thought of my gentlemen or any kind of sex. I haven’t even touched immorally, except for washing.
Now I’m sitting in a train that is supposed to bring me into a new life and suddenly some memories of my old life keep moving past me. “” Gabi definitely had a scientific explanation for it “I thought with a smile,” I will ask her this evening when I call it. “Someone pressed in my head on Play and the film started running again. My gentleman led me through a pedestrian zone on a leash, I trotted back to him.
In addition to a thin shirt, I only wore a narrow skirt, holding -free stockings and high heels. People looked after me, some amused, some with incomprehension, most of them with visible disgust. Some mothers kept their eyes to their children until we were over. I heard expressions such as bitch, hooker or perverse bitch. I didn’t mind anything, my gentleman had ordered and I obeyed, that was that simple. When I think about it, only I was actually insulted.
Nobody dared to speak to my master like this, since he was the perverse pig. I only did what he ordered me. Well probably nobody dared because my gentleman could be very scary. These excursions always ended the same, at some point a man dared, once it was also a woman to ask if I could show my nipples. Stupid question, for that was exactly what these excursions were intended for. In most cases it went off like that or something like that.
We were looking for a dark corner and I pushed my shirt up when the guys saw my nipples took them deep and wanted to touch them, they wanted to suck on it right away right away. My gentleman never had anything against it and I was never asked anyway. It usually didn’t take long then my skirt slipped up. At the latest now the boys got the pants too narrow, their hands wandered between my legs that I had of course spread.
They pulled on my labia and jerked my megaki station. Almost everyone I blew the cocks, a couple were allowed to fuck me too, but my gentleman always paid attention to God that they used a rubber. Later almost everyone had a photo deal with them and of course they were allowed to take a snap until the lens glowed. Over the years, thousands of photos of my cunt and my udder had to have been taken. I would like to know what the wives or friends said when the pictures ended.
To distract myself, I took my textbook on bookkeeping. I not only enjoyed an apprenticeship as a sub, but also to the office clerk and I worked in the company in my Lord/Mannes for 20 years. My gentleman believed that it made no sense to employ expensive staff if his wife/slave could do that just as well. I was really good in my job, I loved my work and she is also the only thing I’ve really missed in the past two years.
Well, of course I was primarily a slave in the office, it often came before my master or one of my master came to me in the office, under which I was of course naked, raised and his cock, his hand or anythingother in one of my holes or otherwise used me. Most of the time I had to continue my work. Anyone who has ever written an invoice with a fist in the ass will know that it is not that easy.
The fact that my letters were always sent correctly and on time were probably mainly due to my discipline that I was blown up by my father as a child. Well, the fear of punishment that awaited me in bad work, of course, also played a role. A train on the opposite track was precisely, I left my boring book and watch the incoming and outstanding passengers, “Lars!! Oh my god this is Lars “Suddenly my tedious self -confidence is blown away.
“Damn it can’t be true, he has to serve under construction at least 18 years” In order not to be seen, I press myself into the corner of the compartment and carefully outside. The man I thought for Lars looks in my direction and I almost get a heart attack. “No, it is not” relieved I start to breathe again, my pulse drives down again and my face takes color again.
I’m really glad that he is not. The Mistkerl was only my master for a short time, but this time had it all. He was by all my masters by far the greatest sadist of everyone. We quickly learned that he only got one up when we slaves, he was not so picky, screamed for pain. The louder we screamed, the tough his tail became. I owe some scars to this pig on my body.
The biggest of it remained on my labia when he teared out one of my cunt rings with a piece of meat. I was bleeding like a stuck pig, I panicked and was afraid to bleed to death. The perverse pig just laughed and gave me a baking pipe that had my upper lip burst open. Thank God another master intervened, who knows what else he would have done to me. My gentleman then took him to the chest and let him swallow his own bitter medicine.
I never hear a man like this in front of it or afterwards. Lars kept calm for a good half a year, then he kidnapped a young woman and tortured her in his basement for over three months. Fortunately, the girl could somehow free herself, probably otherwise she would not have survived the captivity. The sadist had sold them shortly before to a few Asians who were known for their ultra -brutal BDSM films. It was said that the life of their actors was not worth much to them.
The young woman was spared this fate, on the assumption she was noticeably cordoned Lars the cellar door. The little one dragged outside where it was found by a neighbor and taken to the next hospital. When the police knocked on his door, the idiot hadn’t even noticed that his slave had disappeared. What followed not only changed his life, but also that of my gentleman and some of my masters.
Of course, we slaves were not spared. During the subsequent house search, tons of porn material were found. In addition to lots of children’s and animal porn of the worst kind, many SM films with me or my co-slaves were found in the leading role. The dirty bag took the opportunity and tore my gentleman into the abyss. It took less than two weeks then the Kripo was also in front of our door. My master and the masters were arrested, my mother -in -law, my sister -in -law and I were “freed”.
We three were brought to a women’s shelter and left more or less to ourselves in the first week. Monika in particular suffered tremendously from the situation. She has been my father -in -law’s slave since the age of fifteenth and was practically inherited to her son after his death. Even Silvia, my sister -in -law, was not finished with this situation. She was brought up to a slave from an early age and had no chance to live a normal life.
After a jointly committed attempted suicide, both were instructed in a closed institution. Silvia got to know and love a dominant carer there. The two are now married and do not live that far away from my old apartment. Half a year ago they could get Monika. I visited the two from time to time, on my last visit my mother -in -law stood in a corner with tied tits and weights on her cunt and could only move if she had to refill her new master or me the glass.
Silvia served her master as a football, also on her cunt and on the titty -tree weights. I hadn’t seen them so happily for a long time. With me this “show” triggered ambiguous feelings. I was happy for the two, but was glad that my slave life was behind me. Still, if the Lord had ordered it to me, I would probably now naked next to Silvia knees. Of course, I also had a hard time suffering from the separation from my Lord when I found the two with slit pulse arteries I almost got wrong, I had already had the knife in my hand.
To be honest, I still don’t know why I didn’t do it back then. A few hours later I met Gabi Wegener, she immediately brought me to a residential furnishings that specialized in traumatized women. There she took care of me around the clock in the first few weeks. I often wondered why she was committed to me until I learned that she was the woman from Lars Keller. At that time I freaked out, I insulted as a traitor and cursed her because she had destroyed my Lord’s life.
Strangely, it didn’t seem to me to be made that she had destroyed my life. I shouted at her because she didn’t have done everything for a good slave to satisfy her master. Finally I started to put on her. She let everything go silently, then she took me in her arms and we both cried for several hours. At some point she started telling about her time in the basement.
Lars had knocked her down on the way home when she came back to herself was tied up and gagged in the basement. Her tormentor tired her on his feet and hit her in his stomach when she sagged him together he pulled her back on his hair. It went on for quite a while when she could no longer hold herself on her feet he threw her on the table and brutally raped her. When he was finished he injected his sperm in the face.
Then he left the room. A few hours later he tied it to a cross on the wall and mercilessly whipped them. Then she was raped again, this time it was not a sperm, but urine that sprayed on her face. This game was repeated in different variations every few hours. After three days she was ready to follow his commands unconditionally. She took his thing in her mouth, swallowed his juices, let himself be fucked by him in his ass and licked him clean.
She became his obedient slave, which he could use when and how he wanted. She was beaten, fucked and pissed down several times every day. In between she had to masturbate again and again, sometimes with her fingers, then with a dildo and finally with the whole hand, she was not allowed to forget her ass. She was also no longer allowed to pee without being asked when she had to be presented with her legs spread wide and pulled apart and was only allowed to pee on her urethra, sometimes he put his penis into her pussy and let it run too.
Shortly before her escape, he set up a camera, tied it over a overturned chair and went outside. Shortly afterwards he came back with a dilapidated bum, “Take her to you” he whispered to the bum who only seemed to have been waiting for it, because only seconds later his huge penis stuck in her vagina. Gabi was glad for the first time that her “Lord” had prepared her so well through fist fuck and giant dildos. The bum was used more often, Lars was almost always bubbled.
On the day of her escape, the bum came back to her, but this time he rammed into her ass, the pain was so unbearable that she fainted, which ultimately helped her to escape. In a hint of gallows humor, I noticed that we both had the same “lovers”. This remark triggered a hysterical laughter with both of us and probably sealed our deep friendship. After we had calmed down, I told her that a lot of things she had experienced also belonged to my life as a sub.
Piss and sperm games were part of my normal everyday life, of course blows were not foreign to me either. However, I had learned to convert the pain into pleasure. I already mentioned that I am masochistic? I told Gabi about my filming with Brutus, our family dog, and some other dogs. A total of 30 to 40 “animal films” with me would have to exist in the occupation list, with two or three of them a stallion also played a role in one donkey.
Gabi looked at me pityingly, “well, I don’t think you get an Oskar for this acting performance” she remarked and again we were laughing in our arms. By the way, it was not Gabi alone who was committed to me, my gentleman got me a lawyer who advised me to act as a co -plaintiff. My husband wanted it that way because then I would have a right to compensation against him and Lars. Gabi also appeared as a co -plaintiff, but only against Lars.
During the process I was questioned as a witness. I tried to let my husband stand as well as possible, but he was sentenced to 8 years in prison for bodily harm, deprivation of freedom, promotion of prostitution, production and distribution of I ***** pornography primarily for child abuse. The thing with the children had attached him to Lars, my gentleman did not misuse any child in his whole life, on the contrary, he had given away my daughter to save her exactly this fate.
He knew only too well that our life stick would only be a matter of time until someone had out of stock. Unfortunately, he also didn’t have the power to prevent this either. I love my husband, or actually it’s my ex -husband now, because 2 months ago our marriage was officially divorced. That too was an idea of him. He wanted to make it easier for me to start a new life. Incidentally, he also released me as his slave.
, So I’m no longer slave K but only Ms. Karin Wunschel, I love him, oh well, I have already said that. The thought of my Lord makes me sad, it is difficult for me to see him as the monster that my life has destroyed. Certainly he did a lot of bad things to me if I only think of all the films in which I had to play along. I absolutely have to show myself how to search for the stripes on the Internet, I am already interested in what is in circulation.
We slaves rarely had the opportunity to watch a finished film. To be honest, I didn’t really care about what could be seen in the stripes. Through the trial, I know that only from me approx. 200 films were made and very few were intended for the normal market. I can no longer remember many. We were not always told when filmed. Sometimes to make it more identical, turned with a hidden camera.
I know that at least one film exists by doing it with a donkey, it is mainly remembered because my fuck holes were extremely stretched for me for almost two weeks to prepare for this shoot. Every day I had to ride huge dildos for hours. My gentleman put on markings on the rubber parts until I had to introduce the art tails. As soon as I had reached the brand, the part was replaced and replaced by an even bigger one, then the fun started all over again.
At night my fuck holes were stuffed with inflatable dildos. The parts were blown a little more at every hour, of course sleep was out of the question. Every morning my gentleman checked the progress with his fist, at the end of the first week my cunt was so far that she could take two hands at once. Three days later I had two fists in the cunt and one in my ass, for safety’s training was trained further then it was time.
The donkey had a huge cock, at his sight I thanked my master for the good preparation. Still, the fuck was quite painful. The long part joined my cervix brutally, it was a feeling as if my innards were squeezed together. But at some point it was over, in the second part of the film the donkey fucked me again this time in the back hole, but strangely, it didn’t even hurt half as much as. My gentleman praised me for the good performance, he said he had never seen a cunt that could take up such a donkey tail so deep.
I couldn’t run properly for two days, but my gentleman was happy with me and that again made me happy, so everything was fine. Of course there were also films that I was not so well prepared for. One of these strips was “moist apprentices on the construction” that I turned together with Silke and another sub. The film mainly consisted of the fact that tools such as drilling machines, template hammer buckets with water or sand and other objects were hung on the labia and tits and we then had to drag the things across a construction site.
Of course, our hands were tied onto our back beforehand and the tits laced tied. In between we were fucked in all holes and not just with hands and cocks. As the highlight of the strip, our labia was nailed on a bar and we had to climb with the heavy between our legs over a staircase on the first floor. I really hated this film, I was only able to run wide -legged for days, my labia were torn several times and burned like fire.
I am still surprised that none of the rags was torn down at the time. My gentleman seemed to notice that this film had overwhelmed me, he took care of me and my battered body touchingly. He made sure that I could cure myself in peace. It was not that easy, because he had rented me together with his sister and mother to an SM production company and usually determined when, what and how, my gentleman had little say.
In the court hearing, my master was portrayed as a monster, but I never saw him that way, he certainly asked for a lot from his slaves and especially in recent years when he had practically all the joy of my masochistic streak, but still a monsterWasn’t he. Later when his own films made it always made sure I got my expense, the orgasms that are shown in the strips are almost all real, that made him proud of me and made me happy that I was allowed to satisfy his needs.
That sounds somehow stupid, but I think slaves tick like that. I am just wondering that I was still talking about “pussies, asses, udders and fucking” and even thought that after two years as a free woman I should use words like “vagina, breasts or intercourse. But somehow I think that is inappropriate, I think that a vagina in which has already put on a donkey penis no longer goes through a pussy and sexual intercourse is somehow different, even if I don’t know so well with “normal sex”.
Pussies or vaginas, until recently I didn’t even know what that is, vaginas probably only have women for whom it is already perverted sex in the dog. For me it is not the case, I don’t know how many cocks have already worked out in my pussies. In my life there were so many threesome, four five or more fuckers that I can no longer count them. Once it was even the fifty cocks that hosed down in or on me, sometimes I think that the sperm could fill up with the sperm because of me and if you then tilt the cunt juice the pool would definitely overflow.
I was never taken into account while fucking, I came to orgasm quite often but only stopped when the gentlemen were satisfied, it didn’t matter whether my cunt was so overwritten that every touch became agony. That applied to my asshole as well as for my fuck, mouth or piss cunt. I only rarely just had sex, I was a fuck slave and maybe I will stay one, like alcoholics always stay alcoholics, no matter how long they are dry.
So now I’m depressed, somehow I have to get away from these thoughts. It can’t be that I have to think about my past all the time today. Just today I should be happy to look into the future. Since I sent my first application half a year ago I have imagined this last day in my old life. I always sat happy and full of anticipation in the car, plane or train. Never played a role in the case of gloomy thoughts.
Speaking of application that I sent out which one was Gabi’s masterpiece. Filled thousand times she tried to convince me that I was ready for the great wide professional world. After she had so far the 998th time, the drama started with the interviews. We practiced to complete brain paralysis, almost always that I would have been ready to convince my new boss of my qualities as a fuck piece in my despair.
Well, it didn’t work completely without an interview, one day a nice lady came over at Gabi. We talked about God and the world, drank coffee, ate cakes and so by the way was decided on my future. Two weeks later I received Batik GmbH’s promise that wanted me as an office clerk. Suddenly everything went quite quickly, my new company helped me to find an affordable apartment, Gabi made sure that I also received psychological care in Hamburg and I did everything to drive Gabi crazy.
At some point I realized that I would just be able to leave my time as a slave behind me, from then on the fear disappeared and was happy. What followed I would like to call the week of saying goodbye. First I said goodbye to my ex -husband/gentleman, Martin had already released me before his negotiation, so I didn’t really need his permission anymore, according to Gabi, I would not have needed her without his release, but of course you knew as a trained slaveWhat should be.
He seemed to be happy for me and when I finally said goodbye, I thought I even saw tears with him. Next I visited Silke and Monika, her gentleman was thrilled when he found out that I had found a job in Hamburg. Immediately he gave me tips on what I really look at and where I wouldn’t be better off. Silke also seemed to be happy for me too, I had to smile when she asked her cathedral for permission before I hugged me to say goodbye.
Only my mother -in -law didn’t seem to understand that I didn’t want to be a slave anymore. Funny because it was that I kept building me up in the last painful years of my slave life and helped me hold all of this. It was also she who prevents me from putting an end to a shitty life. When I was now facing her she didn’t say a word, she just looked at me incredibly sad. I can’t say how often Monika and I have licked, fisted or somehow touched in all the years.
Nevertheless, she became my replacement mother and I think I was more than a fuck partner for her. I couldn’t help I had to take her back in my arms again when we stood so closely I could hear her sobbing my cheek got wet and I am sure that it was not just tears around me that gathered there. The worst thing was the farewell to Gabi, we were sure to be in silence for an hour, after all she took me in her arm and whispered “It is time” I asked her to bring me to the train, but she just shook her head silently.
With both of us there was emotional floods, “call me when you are there” was the last thing I heard from her, then she literally fled towards the toilet. I bravely sat in the waiting taxi and let myself be driven to the train station. Well and now I’m sitting in this stupid train fighting with the flashbacks, how much of my life was actually passed past me now? Apparently it wasn’t enough, because my thoughts are already going back into the past.
sequel follows.
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