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Sep 24, 2023, 8:49:59 PM9/24/23
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WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only.
Moral Hazard PT01: Corporate Demotion
By sfma...@att.net
Copyright (c) 2023 by sfma...@att.net
***
When Joy Carr finally came to, she gradually opened her eyes. Above her head, she saw that ceiling above her was stone. Not the soft ceiling of the yacht she and her partner, Roxanne had rented.
She rubbed the sand from her eyes, only to see that her wrists were locked into D-ring bondage cuffs.
“What the…..” she said aloud to herself.
Joy swung her feet over the edge of the army cot that she had been lying on. Opening her legs, she discovered that her pussy had been totally shaved, and that her sex was now totally bare.
Her feet were encased in a pair of locking high heels, complete with two small keyed padlocks. She even owned a pair to wear when she went out on nights at Lincoln Center and the NY Philharmonic.
Around her neck was locked a D-Ring collar as well.
Joy got slowly to her feet, and saw a combination stainless steel sink and toilet, just like the ones on TV in super-max prisons. She carefully clicked her heels walking over to the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Above her left breast written in precise letters was her name, Joy. She pulled at the D-ring collar around her neck, and it was snugly locked. There was no way that she could free herself from her bondage.
She washed her face and cupped her hands to drink some water for her parched throat. There was a small towel that was chained to the wall. After drying herself, she sat on the toilet, and emptied herself. A door opened to dispense a roll of toilet paper, which she used to clean herself. She replaced the roll and the door closed.
Joy washed her hands again, thankful that she was given the most basic of human comforts.
“Where am I?” Joy shouted at her stone prison.
She walked around her cell, finding the locked door, and a barred window to the courtyard below.
“Continue looking out the window,” a female disembodied voice instructed her.
“Who are you?” Joy demanded, “where am I? Why am I naked like this.”
“Silence. Look out the window.”
Joy did as she was told. The only thing in the courtyard was a stone pillar, with a metal ring hanging some distance off the ground.
Then she watched as a pony-girl in complete harness pulled a metal cart on which a woman was seated who held the reins. Following behind the cart was a naked black woman with her hands bound behind her back, a collar was locked around her neck and a leash was attached to the cart.
When the cart neared the pillar, the seated woman pulled on the pony-girl’s reins and she stopped immediately. She got off the cart, and Joy noticed that she wore a white t-shirt, jodhpurs, and black leather boots.
The woman then unlocked the black girl’s leash from her collar, and pulled her over to the pillar. She next unlocked her hands from behind her back, and pulled them upwards and secured them to the pillar’s ring.
She walked back to the cart and removed a coiled black leather whip.
The handle was offered to the black woman’s lips, and she kissed it eagerly.
Then the whip was uncoiled like a black snake, and the woman delivered one stroke after another on the naked body of the black woman.
Her screams echoed through the courtyard as Joy counted out a total of twelve.
The whip never struck the same part of the black woman’s naked body twice. Her backside, legs, thighs, breasts, back, all were impacted by the whip; which left angry red welts behind on her beautiful figure.
Finally, when her ordeal was over, she was chained to the back of the pony-girl cart as before. The Mistress resumed her seat, and the pony-girl pulled the cart again out of Joy’s sight.
“The pony-girl is named Davinia. She insulted one of the world’s most powerful oil men. She is here for pony-girl training. The black woman is an American. She thought she was an office bitch who could threaten and abuse her staff. The girl complained to her uncle. What she didn’t know was that the niece of her new owner kept female slaves, of which she now is one,” said the female voice, “any questions?”
To be continued.....
Moral Hazard PT01: Corporate Demotion
By sfma...@att.net
Copyright (c) 2023 by sfma...@att.net
***
When Joy Carr finally came to, she gradually opened her eyes. Above her head, she saw that ceiling above her was stone. Not the soft ceiling of the yacht she and her partner, Roxanne had rented.
She rubbed the sand from her eyes, only to see that her wrists were locked into D-ring bondage cuffs.
“What the…..” she said aloud to herself.
Joy swung her feet over the edge of the army cot that she had been lying on. Opening her legs, she discovered that her pussy had been totally shaved, and that her sex was now totally bare.
Her feet were encased in a pair of locking high heels, complete with two small keyed padlocks. She even owned a pair to wear when she went out on nights at Lincoln Center and the NY Philharmonic.
Around her neck was locked a D-Ring collar as well.
Joy got slowly to her feet, and saw a combination stainless steel sink and toilet, just like the ones on TV in super-max prisons. She carefully clicked her heels walking over to the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Above her left breast written in precise letters was her name, Joy. She pulled at the D-ring collar around her neck, and it was snugly locked. There was no way that she could free herself from her bondage.
She washed her face and cupped her hands to drink some water for her parched throat. There was a small towel that was chained to the wall. After drying herself, she sat on the toilet, and emptied herself. A door opened to dispense a roll of toilet paper, which she used to clean herself. She replaced the roll and the door closed.
Joy washed her hands again, thankful that she was given the most basic of human comforts.
“Where am I?” Joy shouted at her stone prison.
She walked around her cell, finding the locked door, and a barred window to the courtyard below.
“Continue looking out the window,” a female disembodied voice instructed her.
“Who are you?” Joy demanded, “where am I? Why am I naked like this.”
“Silence. Look out the window.”
Joy did as she was told. The only thing in the courtyard was a stone pillar, with a metal ring hanging some distance off the ground.
Then she watched as a pony-girl in complete harness pulled a metal cart on which a woman was seated who held the reins. Following behind the cart was a naked black woman with her hands bound behind her back, a collar was locked around her neck and a leash was attached to the cart.
When the cart neared the pillar, the seated woman pulled on the pony-girl’s reins and she stopped immediately. She got off the cart, and Joy noticed that she wore a white t-shirt, jodhpurs, and black leather boots.
The woman then unlocked the black girl’s leash from her collar, and pulled her over to the pillar. She next unlocked her hands from behind her back, and pulled them upwards and secured them to the pillar’s ring.
She walked back to the cart and removed a coiled black leather whip.
The handle was offered to the black woman’s lips, and she kissed it eagerly.
Then the whip was uncoiled like a black snake, and the woman delivered one stroke after another on the naked body of the black woman.
Her screams echoed through the courtyard as Joy counted out a total of twelve.
The whip never struck the same part of the black woman’s naked body twice. Her backside, legs, thighs, breasts, back, all were impacted by the whip; which left angry red welts behind on her beautiful figure.
Finally, when her ordeal was over, she was chained to the back of the pony-girl cart as before. The Mistress resumed her seat, and the pony-girl pulled the cart again out of Joy’s sight.
“The pony-girl is named Davinia. She insulted one of the world’s most powerful oil men. She is here for pony-girl training. The black woman is an American. She thought she was an office bitch who could threaten and abuse her staff. The girl complained to her uncle. What she didn’t know was that the niece of her new owner kept female slaves, of which she now is one,” said the female voice, “any questions?”
To be continued.....
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