So, a naughty-sex slave has to escape if she wants ANY FREEDOMS back!  I think that’s where we left off, right?

“I told him you’d try to run! He never shuts up about his favorite slave, Joey. How pretty Joey is, how great Joey is in bed, how tight Joey’s pussy is. I’M FUCKING SICK OF HEARING IT!”  She screamed out the last sentence, for I now could tell the figure was a woman, and as she stepped out of the trench coat I saw she was naked. “I bet him you’d leave the first chance you got. Thanks for helping me win the bet .” When she laughed, a chill ran down my spine. “Want to know what the stakes were?”

She was tiny, maybe 5’2” and I doubt if she weighed 100 pounds. I felt my master come up behind me and gently put his hand on my shoulder. “The bet was you, Joey. If I was right I get you for the night.”
My master KNOWS I hate eating pussy and to his credit he only made me do it once. Now, because I had thought of leaving him, I had to do it again.  So, she stood in front of me, her lips even with my nipples. Moreover, and with a nasty tone…“You’re REALLY not going to like the next hour, Joey and your precious Master is going to watch every fucking second of it.”

Man!  She REALLY knew how to fuck up a good escape plan!  Now, it looked like I’d have TWO MASTERS!  By the same token, maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing.  But, ONLY if I get to choose!

Good whores ALWAYS know their place!


So, would YOU be a sexy MASTER or, a Sexual Demon?