Slave training doesn’t happen just once in your life. I’m a natural redhead; that makes me a bit stubborn and unruly sometimes according to my Master. I need to be broken more often than a young slut. Retraining is what Master calls it. I showed up late to work again. That is twice now this year I have been tardy. Master finds that unacceptable. The moment I walked in the office, he greeted me with a whip. I got several lashes to my black like a black slave received two centuries ago. I fought back the tears, but the pain was too much. I felt the blood soaking my white blouse. Master just smiled an evil grin looking at the agony on my face. I actually peed my panties from the pain. He stripped me naked and force fucked me. I say force fuck because I never really want to fuck him. Yes, he owns me, but he is old with a shriveled up dick and gray body hair. Pot belly too. I know it is wrong to hope for his death, but I do. I want a new Master. His dick felt cold and dry in my ass. That was until my warm wet blood trickled down my back onto his cock as he was sodomizing me. His hands clenched my throat tightly as he pounded his old dick in and out of me. For his age, he has enormous strength and so much anger. I have been his bitch for decades. Sometimes, I pray that he goes just a little too far and kills me. My daughter says call the police on him; have him thrown in jail for torture. But, Master has forced me to be his willing slave all these years with documents that I was too stupid to read before signing. He made it look like I have been embezzling from him for years, but all that money is in some Swiss account off the Cayman Islands that I can never touch. For a stupid submissive whore like me, it is prison or years of slave torture. I accepted my fate long ago so my offspring would have a home, but as they get older, I still wonder if prison would be better than this constant torture.
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