A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“I took you to the clearings in the forest,” he said, “I always knew where I was going. You were very fond of wandering, though. I never understood it.”

They were being impossible, so I changed my tact. I pointed to a hill in the distance and asked if we could go see it. Having a destination made the men feel better and we walked in that direction.

I asked about all the different little plants around us. There were also several sets of tracks made by animals. They seemed happy to tell me about the animals that had made the prints in the ground.

What I really wanted to know about was that strange sexual encounter we had just had. What was the purpose of me not calling them Master in the bedroom? It seemed like it was important to them, but I couldn’t figure out why. I was disgusted with myself for not having the courage to talk about it. Instead, I just made small talk and enjoyed their company.

Over the next four days, I never asked them about the strange new rule.

We made Love daily, sometimes twice daily, and the new rule stuck. They did not want to be called Master in the bedroom, ever.

level of aggression in bed was way down or

sadness. The men seemed to be doing the

Ciara,” Master Damien told

was a good plan, Sir,” I

me, I didn’t

several Layers of the dull brown cloth. The cold weather in the early evening would chill my sensitive

they had been to hell and back, but they were happy about it. I imagined most

the way Master Damien and his Brothers Lived would be seen as

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hated the women and had

me I would certainly

at the Keepers I couldn’t contain my excitement.