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Slave Training Phone SexI don’t know what about me says victim. But, here I was what was supposed to be my boss’ birthday party and there was no one here. Just me and him. I was tied to a chair. Gagged and very much stuck and unable to move or call out for help. I didn’t know what he wanted to do me. I couldn’t think it was sex because my knees were tied together but as he came out naked. His cock hard a knife in one hand and a bag in the others I began to worry about my safety for real. “Hello Erin. You know I’ve wanted to make you into a present for a long time.” he said as if trying to make a deal with me. I squirmed, trying to scoot the chair from him. My eyes wide as my muffled complaints fell on deaf ears. “I’m not sure yet if I should keep you or if I should just kill you.” he said, his knife moving to press the point against my neck. I whimpered and looked up at him with watery eyes. He tsked at me shaking his head. “You know I can’t let you go home.” he said matter of factually. “If I keep you I can never let you go.” he said, squatting in front of me. The knife tip teasing up my thighs. Catching on my stockings. Ripping the thin material and causing the point to poke and scratch my skin. “You’re so beautiful.” he said to himself, his cock throbbing at the sight of my blood on my thigh and he pushed himself up. Reaching behind me tilting the chair back and dragging me backwards across the floor. I could see the living room pass me and then the kitchen. I heard a door open and then I was jolted as my chair was dragged backwards down the stairs making me glad of the gag so my teeth didn’t jolt together as each step made my entire body jolt all the way to the bone. Being dragged around the corner and turned around I felt my blood turn to ice. There was a torture chamber. Tiled walls, drains in the floor, a table in the middle that has stirrups for arms and legs. Tables of tools of all kinds and in the back a cage. “I think I’ll keep you” he said with a chuckle. His hand on my shoulder giving me an affectionate squeeze. “I can’t wait to see how much you can handle.”

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