She took me to my first ever party. It was insane, there were drunk people everywhere. I was wearing my favorite jean short-shorts, and a white top th...at showed off my tan fit belly and my C-cup boobs. My long brown hair was straightened, and honestly, I looked so good I would have fucked myself.Immediantly guys started hitting on me. At first I was flattered, where I had come from boys had never been so bold to just come up to me and try to hook up. But I soon realized they were drunk pussies. Slavery in this fantasy was a natural law; it was her inescapable responsibility to obey her owner.She never before had masochistic tendencies but after months of being lashed by clients, the guards and especially the madam, she was beginning in the last while, to yearn for more of the same.She shook her head trying to push those conflicting cobwebs out of her mind but to no avail. Her head began to hum a verse with only two words: pain pleasure, pain pleasure, pain pleasure,? over and over. Maine phir se bina kisi hesitation ke unki ek thighs pe se apne haath ka panja ghooma ke phir se sara haath gila kiya aur apne chati pe poch diya. Woh nazara dekhne jaisa tha, unlce red color is jockey pehen rakhi thi, dono balon se bhare pairon mein who bhot sundar dikh rahi thi. Unke lund ka shape ubhar kar dikh raha tha. Mein besharm ki tarah unki underwear ko ghoor raha tha, who bhi pasine se gili ho chuki thi. Uncle ne mujhe apni underwear ko ghoorte hue dekha aur bole “Ab underwear bhi. ..”Finally, I lose myself, and walk to stand right in front of Dominic, grabbing the older boy by the collar of his shirt “Don’t you dare to even think about it...” My glare focuses, and my voice turns low and gravelly “I may not be as strong, or as old as you, but if you hurt Bell...” I push him back, releasing his collar and grinning as he stumbles “I can make your life a living hell...” I turn to see the bus to town pulling closer, and start walking towards it when I hear Dominic chuckle,.