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Letter
from a Slave Girl
One: The Letter
October 2006
The Supreme Office of
the President,
Club Model World
Dear Master President,
I
am writing to you to beg for mercy as I don’t think I can endure another night
of punishment like I recently suffered at your Club Model Showcase evening.
Those men were very sadistic to me and hurt me a lot.
Although it was three days ago I am still in agony from all the punishments
they inflicted on me. My breasts, bottom and pussy are all badly tortured and I
don’t know whether my lovely, young body will ever look beautiful again.
I
am grateful that you have given me a nurse to repair the damage to my body. I
am being looked after in your Recovery Centre by one of your male nurses and I
am pleased that he is experienced in repairing slave girls’ damaged bodies. He
has made me wear a skin-tight black rubber bra and panties which keeps my
beaten and battered flesh together. He has regularly rubbed a soothing cream
into all my weals and bruises and I can see he likes
fondling my intimate parts. He has told me he enjoys his job as he gets to
fondle the breasts, bottoms, thighs and pussies of pretty young girls. He is
firm but gentle as he rubs my torn nipples and lacerated pussy lips with cream.
I cry with the pain as he rubs my tender, abused parts but I also get strangely
turned on when he rubs me so hard it hurts. The nurse says he’ll be able to
turn me into a pain addict but I can’t believe I’ll ever really enjoy pain,
although I know I’ll have to endure it.
Anyway,
I want to thank you because he is doing a good job returning me to my previous
beautiful self. I’m sorry if you think I’m big-headed in thinking myself an
attractive girl but I know you liked my first model photos and I was delighted
to be invited to appear at my first Club Model Showcase. I want desperately to
be a successful and popular model girl as I know I have the looks for it. As
I’m sure you know, I’m still only 16 years old and I want to be one of your
Club models for a long time, if you’ll let me.
I
am pleased that I have the company of another slave girl in my recovery cell. I
am only allowed a bed and so to have another girl is comforting for me. The
nurse is also looking after her and seems to enjoy spending many hours in the
cell with us both. I have been allowed to talk to her and I found out she is 18
years old and has had to recover in the Club Centre more than a dozen times
following many evenings of heavy punishment. I am not allowed to know her name
and the nurse calls us both “sluts”.
She
told me in whispers when the nurse had left us alone that her last modelling
contract with a client took place in the man’s well-equipped dungeon. She had
her breasts severely tortured and the man spent ages crushing her nipples in
pliers. Next, she had steel manacles fastened around both her breasts and these
were attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. She was then cruelly winched
up into the air so she was hanging with all her weight on her breasts. She had
to hang in his dungeon like this for hours and the man took hundreds of photos
of her as well as videoing her suffering.
Like
me, she is also wearing a skin-tight rubber bra and the nurse thinks he can
restore her breasts so she can be modelling again in a few weeks. He is also
giving her breast enlargement injections and I am very envious of her as she is
already a fabulous 38DD and she has been told she will be enlarged to well over
42”. Seeing her has prompted me to approach you for mercy as I don’t think I
could go through what she has endured. I would love to have well-developed
breasts like her but I can’t imagine what it must be like to experience the
awful torture she has suffered.
I
am really grateful to you for providing the Centre for me to recover and I have
got used to my cell now. I know why you keep my cell door locked but I wouldn’t
try to escape. Although I’m a young teenage girl I want to be a grown up model
girl and running away would be silly. You would be very cross with me and
punish me severely. I do like my nurse although he’s a middle aged pervert.
Every day he brings me magazines produced by your Club with titles like
“Punished Slave Girls” and likes to show me all the photos. He makes me look
closely at them all. As we look at the photos of young models in chains being
whipped and tortured he delights in telling me that I will soon be featuring in
photos like these. I cry and sob a little when he tells me this, although I
secretly love looking at the girls in their various states of submission. I’ve
begged him politely to help me get out of my model contract. He just laughs and
says I can write a begging letter to you but he also says that a model girl
begging for mercy makes you laugh too.
He’s
told me he wants me to always be a slave girl model so that he can fondle my
tortured body after punishment sessions. He says he likes handling my young 16
year old body. He’s told me that there will be many punishment sessions for me
so he’ll get to work on my body a lot. He says he looks forward to that. I
should hate him but I strangely get a lot of kicks as he fondles my nipples,
breasts and between my legs, even though I am very sore there. I also like it
when he replaces my rubber bra and panties after working the cream all over my
abused parts. The feeling of the skin-tight rubber being pulled over my
tortured breasts and pussy is exciting. I think I must have a fetish for tight
rubber as it does turn me on and makes me wet between my legs.
When
he then leaves me for a few hours he chains me up spread-eagled on my bed so that
I can’t escape. I tell him that I have no intention of escaping but he puts me
in bondage anyway. When I’m lying helpless on the bed, chained up to the four
corners, I get pretty turned on. I guess I must like bondage. It is really
quite thrilling to be lying there naked, except for my tiny black rubber
bikini, stretched out and unable to move. The feel of the shiny black PVC
covering the bed turns me on as well. It’s cold and sticky on my naked flesh. I
don’t get any other bedclothes so I’m glad it’s not winter! Oh dear, I
shouldn’t be telling you all this because I am revealing my masochistic side to
you as well as my love of fetish wear.
I
am grateful to you for accepting me as a Club Model and I think I could get to
enjoy being a slave girl although I don’t think I’ll ever love extreme torture.
For a few minutes I was able to talk to the other model girl in my cell and I
found out she began modelling when she was just 14 years old. Unlike me, she
was forced into it when she was kidnapped and then sold at an auction. She has
spent the last four years as a Club slave girl. She told me that she’s been
whipped with every kind of whip imaginable and in every position: on her
breasts, her belly, bottom, between her legs, all over the inside of her
thighs. There’s not an inch of her body which hasn’t felt the lash and
incredibly her body still looks pretty fabulous. She’s got lovely long slim
legs, a tiny waist and the most gorgeous pointed breasts. She also has
beautiful long blonde hair and a pretty sweet face. I love gazing at her and
envying her body. I want to be a model just like her, if you’ll let me.
Somehow
she had survived a huge range of tortures. She said she seemed to have spent
most of the last few years in dungeons full of terrifying torture devices.
Countless sadists have abused her body mercilessly. Her body fortunately is
youthful and fit enough to endure all the tortures and the nurse keeps her in
good shape between her punishment sessions. She told me she is now a confirmed
pain addict and actually loves being punished. I was amazed to hear her story
and wondered how soon it would be before I became just like her. I don’t think
it’ll be long!
To
stop us talking too much the nurse would gag us both. After putting me in an
extreme hog-tie on my bed, he gave me the full treatment of a black rubber
discipline helmet laced tightly up over my whole head. It was then buckled and
locked around my neck. Into the mouth hole went a huge black rubber ball gag
which buckled up so tightly my head creaked. It also stretched my mouth
painfully wide. The gag was then fastened tightly back to my ankles with a
chain so my head was painfully pulled backwards and the gag was rammed deep
within my mouth. I must admit, if I dare, that the
severe bondage became quite arousing for me. For hours I couldn’t speak, hear
or see; there were just two small nose holes for me to breathe. I then began to
get my kicks from the smell and touch of the tight black rubber. I can see why
so many people love the feel of rubber and I was getting really turned on
encased in the skin-tight helmet. I knew I’d become a rubber fetish freak as
well as a girl who was enjoying being a slave girl.
On
another occasion the nurse put me and the other girl in bondage together. I
really loved that. He strapped us tightly together on one of our beds so we
were facing each other. Our bodies were pulled close with straps around our
legs, thighs, belly, breasts and even necks. Our wrists were cuffed around each
other’s backs. We were bound very tightly and our breasts were crushed into
each other’s. I really loved the feel of her huge, heaving breasts against
mine. He then put a huge double ended cock gag into our mouths and strapped it
in place. Our lips were touching and we were both sucking on a massive black
rubber cock. This gag certainly silenced us and stretched our mouths wide but
it was lovely to feel her lips and to look close into her eyes. I could see
that her eyes were glazing over with pleasure as we were bound together and I
too had repeated orgasms with her naked body writhing against mine. I don’t
think I’m really a lezzie, amongst all my other
fetishes, but her lovely lithe body strapped so close to mine was turning me on
a lot. And I loved kissing her with both our mouths gagged. It was an unusual
way to kiss a girl with both of us gagged but it really aroused me.
I
wished he had strapped us together in a 69 position so we could really pleasure
each other. I would have eagerly sucked her lovely clit and licked out her
juicy pussy for hours. Anyway, after many orgasms over a wonderfully long time,
we were eventually released from our bondage to each other. It was strange to
be free and as I looked at her sweating body with eager lust, we both begged
our nurse to put us back into the same bondage again as soon as possible. We
had been turned into bondage lezzies! She liked being
crushed into my body and having the double ended cock in her mouth as much as I
did. Your nurse called us both sluts when we pleaded with him and said he now
wanted to watch us go down on each other. We jumped at the opportunity and got
into a close 69 position on her bed and licked out each other’s clits and
pussies furiously. We both loved giving him a good performance. We kept up this
licking for over an hour until the nurse said he was pleased with the
performance of his slutty and subbie
models. He then strapped the double cock gags back into our mouths, bound us
even more tightly together again and left us for the whole night. We got our
wishes and had a great night together. I hope you’ll let me stay in your
Recovery Centre for some time but I understand if you want me to serve my next
demanding clients. I will happily do whatever you want me to do.
Yes,
OK, I admit it, I’m a bondage lover as well but I hope it is making me a good
slave girl for you. All the bondage gear: the manacles, straps, gags and the
wonderful feeling of my nearly-naked body stretched out helpless on the shiny
PVC covered bed are all turning me into a willing and ultra submissive slave girl.
I know I shouldn’t admit to this but I’m secretly hoping that you’ll reject my
plea for mercy. I even hope you’ll laugh at my pleas as I really want to
continue to be a Club Model slave girl. I am afraid of more pain but if other
models can take it then so can I!
I’m
not allowed any belongings in my cell except for your letter which the nurse
permitted me to keep. I treasure it. Thank you so much for it and thank you a
million times for accepting me as your new Club model girl. When I’m not in
bondage on my bed, I like to read your letter over and over again as it marks
my acceptance by you and the start of my slavery. I love to read it slowly
countless times and it always makes me wet between my thighs:
The
Supreme Office of the President
Club
Model World
Dear Debbee,
I have had great pleasure in looking at your
photos when you recently modelled for Club Model magazine. I am glad you sent
the photos to us asking to be considered for one of our prestigious Club Model
contracts. You wrote a very good begging letter and I can see you are very keen
to join us a model. I hope you know what you are letting yourself in for,
although you will soon find out.
As a result of your photo set I would like to give
you the award of “New Girl of the Month”. As President, I take a keen interest
in all new model girls especially if they are beautiful teenage girls with
well-developed bodies like yours. You have a good set of pointed, round tits,
with protruding juicy nipples, which is what we like to see in a young girl
like you. I can see that you are a little shy at showing yourself as you kept
your tiny black panties on in the photos. That was not what I expect from one
of my models. I can assure you that in your next set of photos you will have
your legs wide open to show off your lovely naked cunt.
And make sure it is completely clean shaven. You must show off your cunt lips and pull them open with your fingers. Our readers
expect to see right up inside your sexy cunt when you
are our model girl!
I am pleased to welcome you as our new Club Model
Girl as you have the ideal young body to be a popular new model. I know you are
still only 16 years old but you are old enough to become our model girl. Your
lovely firm 36” breasts will be one of your best assets, along with your blonde
hair and your very slim figure.
I enclose an acceptance form for you to sign. As
you can see, you will sign that you agree that we can use you in whatever way we
like. You become our property completely and your signature confirms that we can
abuse you in any way we want, however severe, as long as it does not lead to
your death. We can torture you, mark and alter your body in any way we like.
There are no limits to what we can do to you.
You will become our slave girl for life and we can
sell you if we want to. Think carefully before you sign but if you refuse to
sign we will kidnap you anyway and force you into slavery. We know where you
live and you won’t escape from us. We’ll torture you until you sign and then
punish you severely for not obeying us to start with. So do yourself a favour
and sign the form to save yourself from even more pain.
I have also enclosed some of our magazines as they
give you an idea of what we expect our models to do. A few of them are hard
core girlie mags with the girls sucking and drinking
gallons of cum and having to take massive dildos up their asses and cunts. Most of them though are heavy bondage and SM. Two of
our titles are very popular: “Tortured Teenage Slave Girls” and “Punished Young
Girls”. They run into hundreds of editions. It will not be long before you too
are modelling for these weekly titles and all the action is definitely for
real. One cannot fake bruises, cuts and weals on a
girl’s body, especially on a video. Our models are actually hurt and their
screams are very real. These magazines and videos please thousands of sadists
who want to see beautiful teenage girls actually being whipped and tortured
while in the most demanding bondage.
You can earn good money from modelling for a few
hours in a torture video but being our slave you have no use for your money
anyway so we have no need to pay you. If we decide to sell you eventually, you
get 10% of the fee your new master has paid. But again you cannot use the money
as a slave girl, so we don’t give you a thing. You should be very pleased we
like abusing your body and you should be grateful to us when we keep you in a
reasonable condition. Don’t even ask for payment for modelling sessions. Even
daring to ask for anything from us would result in many hours of heavy torture
as punishment. Just remember, when you join us you are a slave girl for life.
So, I now look forward to seeing you at our annual
Club Model Showcase for new model girls.
I won’t be there in person but I’ll make sure you are filmed every
second of the evening. You must wear your sexiest black underwear including
shiny black nylons and your highest stiletto heels. To complete your outfit you
must wear a see-through black top and a micro length black PVC skirt. You will
arrive at the venue dressed just like that with no other clothes.
Many of the other model girls have already been
chosen to do a strip and public sex performance with other girls and men in
front of an audience of hundreds of Club members. They’ll be plenty of girls’
faces covered in cum and lots of very sore mouths, asses and cunts by the end of the evening. Other girls will be
punished with all kinds of devices; the girls will be mercilessly whipped and
tortured in front of everyone. At annual evenings like this all the members can
suggest what should be done to the girls who are slaves for the evening and
everything goes. For a slave girl it is a very tough evening, especially if
it’s her first evening. There’s a lot of crying and screaming from the girls
but this makes it all the more fun. If we get tired of hearing a girl beg for
mercy we can easily stuff a gag into her pretty mouth.
You have already been specially selected to go to
a private room with a group of male sadists, who have a reputation for real cruelty
to slave girls. They saw your photos and have chosen you. The room will of
course be well-equipped with a wide range of torture devices including plenty
of whips and chains as well as a selection of nasty instruments to torture your
tits and cunt.
Once you’re inside the room with the men the door
will be locked and you’ll spend the whole night as a slave girl to the men. The
men have simple tastes and are all into whipping. Once they have you stripped
to your underwear they are likely to start with a caning on your bottom with
you bent double. After an hour of hard caning they will probably chain you up
to a whipping frame or x-cross and give you a tit-whipping with heavy leather
whips; this could last for hours. Finally if you are still conscious, and make
no mistake they will make sure you are, they are likely to chain you upside
down with your legs wide apart and then they’ll mercilessly whip your open cunt with their favourite whips. The next few hours will be
very painful for you and if you lose consciousness they will inject you with a
lotion which keeps you fully awake. The men have no interest in whipping an
unconscious body and want you awake and screaming all the time. You will
certainly remember your first evening with us, the hard way!
So, Debbee, this will be
your first Annual Club Showcase and it will be the first of many. Welcome to
the Club, Debbee.
Your Master and President
Thank
you for this letter which I will treasure always. When I read it the first time
I was terrified at what I had got myself into but I was determined to go
through with it. Although I was only 16 years old, I wanted so much to be an
adult model and the world of BDSM was so much more exciting than posing for
ordinary girlie photos. I gazed at the magazines you sent me for hours and
although they made me very scared at the sight of the girls being whipped and
tortured I was also envious of the models. I secretly felt I wanted to be in
the photos and I really wanted to experience what it was like to be a submissive
and helpless slave girl.
At
first, I was also nervous about signing my acceptance as I knew it was for
life. There would be no escape from slavery, no going back to a normal life as
a teenage girl. I was committing myself to a life of pain and punishment and I
wondered how I would even survive my first evening at the Showcase with the
nasty group of sadists. I even thought of pleading with you if I could change
and just be one of the sex slave girls for the evening. I thought I could cope
with my three holes all repeatedly filled, even if I was a virgin. I was really
terrified at the thought of serving the group of men and receiving such a heavy
whipping at their hands. In the end, I knew you would just laugh at my request
and insist that I obeyed your wishes. So, I summoned up all my courage, signed
my total acceptance and sent it back to you. I was now a fully signed up slave
girl and although I was very nervous I was also excited. I was beginning my
life for ever as a BDSM slave girl and there would be no release from a life of
slavery. I now just had to prepare myself for my first Showcase evening.
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