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Joy C. James
Enslaved At The Wedding (Erotica, Mind Control, Slave)
Enslaved At The Wedding (Erotica, Mind Control, Slave)
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In this 3,500 word story, a woman on the day of her wedding is intruded upon by a man from her past - a man who gives her a diamond necklace that turns her into his wanton sex slave. Soon she finds herself fucking her new master, in a bond that goes beyond even marriage. Mature audiences only.
-EXCERPT-
“I don't want to change your mind, Jessica. I just wanted to show you this,,” Hank continued. “Or should I say, my slave?”
“What the hel-,” I started, then felt my voice suddenly cut off.
It was a necklace. A beautiful, shining diamond necklace. It took my breath away just to look at it, removed all of those silly angry feelings, replaced them with a happy warmth that spread all through my body.
“Oh,” I said, softly. “It's beautiful...”
“It's yours,” Hank explained. “Just like you're now mine...”
I didn't quite understand Hank's words, but as he came forward to slide the necklace around my throat, I lifted up my head to allow it, shuddering as his fingers brushed along my neck. It felt good, very good, and once it was clasped around my neck, a wide smile spread across my lips.
“Just like I'm yours,” I echoed, my voice sounding distant, distant and warm.
“Come here, slave,” Hank said, and pulled me close.
Falling deep into his embrace, melting against his body, his lips claiming my own, the warmth became a raging fire within me, burning with hungry lust. Hank's hands – my master's hands – explored my body, brushing against my dress, knowing he had me, and wanting every inch of me.
-EXCERPT-
“I don't want to change your mind, Jessica. I just wanted to show you this,,” Hank continued. “Or should I say, my slave?”
“What the hel-,” I started, then felt my voice suddenly cut off.
It was a necklace. A beautiful, shining diamond necklace. It took my breath away just to look at it, removed all of those silly angry feelings, replaced them with a happy warmth that spread all through my body.
“Oh,” I said, softly. “It's beautiful...”
“It's yours,” Hank explained. “Just like you're now mine...”
I didn't quite understand Hank's words, but as he came forward to slide the necklace around my throat, I lifted up my head to allow it, shuddering as his fingers brushed along my neck. It felt good, very good, and once it was clasped around my neck, a wide smile spread across my lips.
“Just like I'm yours,” I echoed, my voice sounding distant, distant and warm.
“Come here, slave,” Hank said, and pulled me close.
Falling deep into his embrace, melting against his body, his lips claiming my own, the warmth became a raging fire within me, burning with hungry lust. Hank's hands – my master's hands – explored my body, brushing against my dress, knowing he had me, and wanting every inch of me.
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