I Am Yours

er. Burying my head under the cool pillow to block the lights from my face I snuggle into

es has that feeling of something not being right returning to me. I lived alone in my own apartment while attending school so there is no one else home but me. Deciding to investigate I slowly push my sore body into sitting position and open my eyes even though my pounding head demands me not to do otherw

ver with slight fear while I took in my situation. I too was also scantily dressed with a white lacy push up bra that barely contained my breasts. A th

around to see a woman wearing a maid uniform entering from a small door that blends seamlessly into the

ns setting about food on the table. The smell of pancakes, sausages and hash brown

owing the dangers held withing. The name written in the rare language of French meaning "The Adorable Slave" has been in Lotross for over one-hundred years, being the most popular in this trade for the wealthiest of the wealthy. And now, with many well dressed patrons milling about

setting the table, another sharp pain of hunger dictating my next move. Food will be the first step to surviving. Standing quickly the words tilts on its axis and I inst

dizziness causes me to fall to the ground. I give her a questioning look when she mentions the drugs wondering what was injecte

r fingers along the cure of my breasts causing a low moan to exit my mouth as my eyes flutter close. Her hands trail down

ust filled moan escapes past my lips attracting an audience to watch the show. Her fingers move in a slow rhythmic movement building up a pressure inside me that begged for more. I grind my hips into

es and exit the room. The maid switches her lips from the abused sensitive nipple to the other one as she begins to suckle causing my body to shiver with wanton need. Finally her fingers twitch one last time inside me bringing me over the brink while my

this new information. The Maid exits the cage leaving all alone sitting on a chair with a puddle of my juices underneath me and a large breakfast before me. I know security in this shop will be top quality as many shop proprietors in the slave training business will refuse to

g pile of food before me that will do just that. Picking up the silverware I begin to eat. My plans – keep up my strength, stay vigilant, find a way to escape and then work on finding my friends. If I was captured and placed into a slave shop than the po