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Going out isn’t easy when you are single and broke.
I do have a job, I work two nights per week at a donut shop. It’s all I could secure.
And so, it seemed like I wasn’t just using nudity for shock value, but that I had turned into a full fledged exhibitionist.
I did a quick look around as Annie was fetching my black robe for the ceremony.
I had been offered a mask, but since I had been the emcee earlier I felt like it was useless to hide my face. Well, it might have added to the decorum, but in a way, I wanted to be known, to be recognized.
I woke up alone in bed with a completely full bladder.
After running to the bathroom, I found Candy and Ellie, naked, sitting in the kitchen against the kitchen counters, whispering and laughing a little with each other and yet, I could feel that something was wrong.
I didn’t move much, letting Karen sleep after the orgasm I had given her, but an hour later, my wife was once again awake and in the mood.
I woke up crying. Like always when I am alone in my one room and a half apartment.
Solitude is my burden, shame is my lover, I’ve lived with is all of my life.
I was still talking to Hugo when he entered the room.
My husband, my hunk of a man. The only person I ever loved.
Hugo had kept me company while my submissives were doing their first public scene under the Jake’s discrete camera filming everything on my own memory card.
I got dressed in a jiffy. Saturdays used to mean something when I was kid: morning cartoons.
It was time I made my own cartoons, so decided to drop by Greg’s room.
And so, the place sucked. Richard, as always, seemed to fit in but I definitely wasn’t in my element.
And so, in front of the camera, Suzy and I had the more boring sexual relation of our life, except perhaps for the excitement that Jill was watching us, filming.
With the drums beating, most of the members of the society present at the ceremony came one by one in front of me, exchanging a weird pen.
Just as I was usually naked except when Dorothy wanted me to dress up, Simon was forced to stay entirely without clothes, but of course, cannot remove his chastity belt.
Steven came back for me shortly after Ryan had left.
He was carrying a chair, but he sat on it backwards, his arms resting on the back rest.
Eventually, after two days of such intensive sex with my new wonderful master, Dorothy went to see Simon who was now on a pile of feces and urine because he had been tied to the bed for so long. She untied him, had him clean himself and throw away the sheet with its mess and report to her afterward.
Tim and I rushed to my room and entered it while kissing passionately.
We were both seriously in the mood and caressing each other’s body.
The next morning, Dorothy and I talked about the events at lengths.
She admitted she never even considering having sex with a woman, but now she thought she was truly in the process of falling in love with me. Strangely she liked the idea of not having me as a girlfriend, but rather as a slave. She liked the idea of having someone blindly following her every orders faithfully and enjoying to please her for the sake of pleasing her.
I was awakened from my sleep on the sofa by the doorbell.
I quickly realized I was still naked save for my chastity belt but I didn’t have any clothes to cover myself.
Emily cooked supper for us still wearing her dress, but I was allowed to dress properly for the meal while she did so.
Eventually, she signaled me to get out of the room; she left Simon there, but put a bathrobe on.
We went in the lobby, where she gave me instructions. She then called Jeff to join us.
Dorothy quickly enough found her way back to me after leaving Simon in the bath.
“Now little bitch, what are we going to do with you?”
After our fight, Richard and Ellie cuddled in the bedroom, but I didn’t feel like sharing their love so I took a long shower instead.
After a few days, my labia was back to normal but to say that I was back to being a normal girl would have been exaggerated.
I was still in the bath, enjoying the few minutes I still had to myself when Emily came bursting through the room, naked.
Getting Kylie sealed to me was most likely the most fun I’ve had since I entered college.
Seeing my naked roommate kneel before me in shame and humiliation only increased my attraction to her forbidden fruit.
It was exciting to know I was considered to be amongst the faster beginners. I had heard about Black-bug before.
After the fellatio, Simon called for breakfast and we ate in his living room simply happy to be together.
Ellie and I seemed to have reached a new level in our relationship. We felt closer and sex was certainly more interesting. Some days, I had the impression that I was neglecting Candy but on the other hand, Ellie wasn’t and it seemed to please her even more.
This week has been rather surprisingly pleasant for me thanks to Candy and Richard, but it’s not always the case.
The next day, Simon and I talked. He agreed to become my master and treat me as his slave. He made me try some of the woman clothes he had, but none of the bra fitted, and none of the dresses or pants. Simon finally decided to keep me naked at all times.
“I need to go the bathroom bitch. Lay on the floor.”
“Yes mistress”
I laid back on the floor as ordered by a very effective Emily. Just yesterday, she had been so submissive but apparently, she was able to switch role without any problems.
I slept well enough to feel disoriented on my awakening. After only a few looks around, I remembered why I had a metal bar in my mouth, why I had a butt plug in my rectum, and why my hands and feet were restrained.
The next morning, Patrick decided to punish Emily some more by forcing her to stop playing her fantasy during the day.
Kylie was getting on my nerves and I seriously wanted to break her things in the apartment.
Sure, perhaps she was right, perhaps there were bad people in the Sacred Order Society. But this didn’t mean that it was wrong from the ground up.
Without any additional word, my leash was pulled, and I was brought inside the mansion. Lighting was dim, and my peripheral vision prevented me from seeing much of it. About 20 steps of the left in a small office, I recognized my handler from the limo, currently giving a report on my performances to a large man sitting behind the only desk.
Over the next following days, routine slowly settled in. I had started watching the movies. The video games, however, were quite old.
I was still completely high from the sealing ceremony. It was exciting and I could clearly see that my place was in the sacred source society.
I felt asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but I clearly knew how I was woken up:
I was hit strongly on the side by a cane, leaving a long red mark.
All the work made me hungry, and according to my master’s clock, it was noon: I felt tired, probably because I lacked energy.
I always loved being a pony girl for a long period of time.
It let me express my more animalistic desires and helps me be even more submissive.