****** Letter from a Slave by SBK ******
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Letter from a Slave


Hello. I am sitting here typing this letter you requested. It is Sunday, so

I am wearing a soft pink & white maternity dress, pink socks, and your old pair
of shoes. Underneath I am wearing white lacy G-string panties. My butt plug is
buried deep inside me as I sit.

To be very honest, last weekend was the most thrilling of my entire life! I had
noticed that you stopped writing to me, and was getting worried. So after a few
sleepless nights, I decided on Saturday morning I could take no more. I took a
hot shower, and scrubbed myself clean. I used a medium-bristle brush on my
elbows, knees, and feet to keep them soft. Before getting dressed, I used the
lotion from Victoria's Secret all over my body.

I slipped into my forest-green G-string bikini panties, and slipped my jeans on
over them. Then I walked to my closet and picked up my white bridal teddie,
slipped it over my head, and let the cool, light fabric fall all over my upper
body. I looked in the mirror, and adjusted the tiny straps over my shoulders. I
tucked the teddie into my jeans, and buttoned them up.

Then I slipped my bare feet into a pair of black cowboy boots. The boots
themselves were actually a women's design, but almost nobody ever noticed. It
was still daytime, so I couldn't apply very much makeup without risking someone
noticing, so I lightly brushed some blush over my cheeks, and used eyeliner and
mascara to darken my eyes. After that came a coat of very faint pink lipstick
that blended so well into my lips that its presence was almost imperceptible.
Two quick splashes of perfume, and a black jean jacket over my teddie, and I
was out the door.

I got in my truck and started driving north towards your apartment. My mind

was racing, and I was so nervous! I rehearsed what to say a million times, and
25 minutes later, when your exit approached, I was almost in a trance. I took
the freeway offramp and drove towards your apartment. It was 12:00 am,

and I was hoping that you would already be up and about.

Then it happened, I rear-ended another car! There was a horrible cruching
sound, and when I looked up, I saw that I had run into a very large red Chevy
truck. Oh no! For a moment, I thought about driving away, but in a flash a man
got out of the truck and was at my driver's side window shouting at me. My
window was up, and I was petrified! The man kept yelling, and another man
emerged from the passenger side of the truck I had hit. I felt a thump, and
realized the man by my window was banging on my door and demanding that I get
out. I finally looked up at him, and when he saw me and looked down at my
seated body, he grinned. He motioned his friend over, and they both looked in
the window at me. He motioned for me to roll down my window, which I
reluctantly did.

"Hi sweetheart," he said to me.

"Hello, sir," I replied in a small voice.

"What's going on? Halloween isn't for a couple of weeks," he continued.

"Yes sir," I said, "I'm very sorry I hit you. I've been a little pre-occupied."

The men laughed, and he said, "I can SEE that!"

The driver reached in my open window and I fliched. He smiled, and opened my
jacket slightly to reveal more of my nightie. He traced a finger along my silk-
covered chest, and then withdrew his arm.

"Please sir," I said, "I'll pay for any damages, can I show you my insurance
information?"

"No," he answered, "I don't want to see your damn insurance information."

I trembled slightly, and asked, "Please, what can I do?"

"Give me your keys," he said.

"What?" I asked bewildered.

"I said give me your keys," he repeated.

"Why?" I asked.

His arm came through my window again, and he snatched my keys from the
ignition.

"But, but," I started.

"Shut up wimp," he said, "Get out."

The men stepped back as I opened the door and got out of the truck. I looked
around, and saw that our accident was in the left lane of an intersection, and
cars were going around us. With one hand, I held my jacket closed, and looked
at the men.

The driver then went and sat in my truck and slammed the door shut.

"This is my truck now," he said.

"What.. no!" I protested.

"Shut up pansy!" he shouted at me.

The passenger left and went to drive the red Chevy out of traffic.

"You can either stay here and we call the cops, or you can leave," the driver
said to me as he started the engine to my truck.

"Sir, please!" I started begging.

"Walk!" he shouted.

So, being only about 10 blocks from your apartment, I started walking down the
street. I held my jacket closed, and the heels of my boots made clickity-clack
sounds on the pavement as I slinked away.

After about one block, I was startled by the sound of a horn, and looke up to
see my truck speed past me.

I walked faster, praying that you would be home and would want to see me. After
a few blocks, I saw a convenience store.

"I sure could use a drink right now," I thought to myself.

So I buttoned up my jacket and walked inside. I filled a large cup with some
diet Coke and ice, and gulped down almost half of it walking to the cashier.

"$1. 85"

I reached for my wallet, and realized it wasn't there. I panicked.

"Oh no! Oh please," I thought.

Then I realized that I had left my wallet in the truck!

"Um, I think I forgot my wallet," I said to the cashier.

He looked at me angrily, and said, "$1. 85".

"Please," I said, "I forgot my wallet. I'll give you the drink back."

"You drank almost all of it!" the cashier said, "You owe me $1. 85, now give it
to me or I'll call the police!"

I stood there dumbly, holding the drink in my hand with tears welling up in

my eyes. I had nothing to lose, so I threw the cup at him and ran out the door!

"Hey!" he shouted after me.

My fear made me run very fast, and I dashed down the street at least 5 blocks
before slowing down. I was sweating now, and hoped that my makeup wouldn't look
too bad. I tasted my lips with my tongue, and there was still some lipstick
left.

I finally arrived at your apartment, and went to your door on the first floor.
I rang the bell, and waited.

I heard voice and music inside. The door opened, and there you were! You looked
lovely, wearing a white top and black pants, standing there in your bare feet.

"Hi!" I smiled.

You eyed me suspiciously, and asked, "What?"

"I um, came to see you.. and there was some trouble, and.. " I stammered.

"What?" you repeated coldly.

I didn't know what to do, so I nervously bit my lip and dropped to my knees on
your doorstep.

"Please, please let me in. I j-just need to call someone to pick me up," I
said.

"Who is it?" a man's voice asked from inside.

"Nobody," you answered to him.

"Please Ma'am, I just need," I begged.

"You need a fucking clue," you snapped at me.

You turned to talk to the man who had spoke, "Come here and meet someone."

A large man came to the door behind you and looked down at me on my knees.

"Is this the guy you told me about?" he asked you.

"That's him," you answered, "What do you think?"

"Look at me fag," he said to me.

I looked up into his piercing blue eyes and gave him my best "puppy-dog" look.

"Pathetic, just like you told me," he said to you.

"Boy, let me set a few things straight," you said to me, "You and I are OVER.
Sure, you were amusing for a while, but I need a REAL man. Not a sniveling
little wimp like you."

I lowered my eyes and stared at your feet as you continued.

"He's bigger and better than you in every way," you said, "Just last night he
actually made me cum TWICE while fucking. You couldn't even come CLOSE if I
ever let you near me. That is if you could get it up and last that long. And
get your EYES OFF MY FEET!"

I quickly looked aside.

"Pervert," you continued, "What kind of man likes women's feet? What kind of
man dresses like that?"

You pointed a manicured finger at my clothes.

Then the man whispered something in your ear, and you laughed.

"Okay," you said to him.

The man stepped back and motioned me to come in. I gratefully crawled through
the doorway, and sat obediently on the floor awaiting further instructions.

"Just like in your fantasies, huh," you asked me as you closed the door.

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

"Well, I think you should thank us. We're gonna get you so sick of those
fantasies, and so disgusted with yourself, that you will never be the same
again."

My mind raced, and I wondered if I could actually do all the things I
fantasized about.

You sat on the couch, and your boyfriend sat next to you, putting an arm around
you and snuggling close.

"Get us some drinks," he barked at me.

I nodded, and rose. I went to the kitchen, and saw that someone was in the
middle of making margaritas. The ingredients were all out, so all I had to do
was crush the ice, add the mix, and pour. I found a silver tray in the
cupboard, and used it to serve two glasses to you and your lover.

After you both took your glasses, he said, "Rub my feet," without taking his
eyes off you. You were smirking and watching the television, ignoring both of
us.

I put the tray down on the coffee table, and knelt my his feet. He was wearing
nice brown dress shoes, and I gently undid the laces, and pulled them off his
feet. My own feet were killing me and felt like they were on fire, but I
happily slid his socks off and started rubbing his large feet. They were more
difficult to massage than yours since they were larger and more muscular, so I
really had to press on the pressure points of his soles, and kneaded them to
relax away his tension.

"Want him to do your feet too?" he asked you.

"No," you replied.

I continued to massage his feet and my hands were getting so tired! But I dared
not stop.

"He likes to suck them too," you mentioned to him.

"Do it," he said.

I bent low and started licking the side of his foot, enjoying the taste. Then I
ran my tongue between each of his toes, and sucked each one like it was a
little cock.

"Mmmmmm," he commented.

I bent even lower and nibbled gently on the rough skin of his heels, and then
went to work, planting both lips firmly on his feet and sucking away.

I glanced up to see him caressing your thigh.

After several more drinks, and an hour of massaging his feet, he said, "I have
to piss."

"Fine," you said.

He motioned for me to follow him, and I did. We went into the bathroom, and he
stood by the bowl with his hands on his hips. I took the hint, and lifted the
seat for him, undid his fly, and pulled out his enormous cock. I could barely
keep from kissing it as I pointed it at the toilet and he started to pee. I
kept an eye on where his piss was going, and a few drops were splashing on the
bath rug. After he finished, I used my mouth to suck out the few remaining
drops and flushed to toilet. He left, and I bent down and sucked the few drops
of his piss from the bath rug.

When I crawled back into the living room, he was telling you what I did, and
you were smiling. I felt ecstatic! I had done something to make you smile, and
knew that if I lived to be 100, this would be one of the greatest memories of
my life.

I continued to serve drinks, and after a couple of hours, I started preparing
dinner. I cooked steak and potatoes for both of you, and made myself a bowl of
cereal. While you were eating on the couch, I ate in the kitchen over the sink.
Then I straightened up the apartment a little bit, and washed the dishes when
you were finished with dinner.

"Thanks," the man grumbled as I took his plate.

"Your welcome sir," I said.

Ater dinner, he handed me $10 and told me to go out and rent a movie. So I
walked a few blocks to a video store, and rented them. On the way back, the
softened ankle of my left boot buckled, and I fell on the sidewalk. It must
have looked funny, I dopped everything and scraped my hands landing on the
gravely pavement.

When I returned, I put the first movie in the VCR. He was still cuddling with
you, and motioned for me to kneel before him on the floor. I did, and he raised
his feet, and place them on the back of my neck, using me as a footstool. I
remained in that position for 1. 5 hours, with my neck and back aching, and my
hurt hands stinging as they supported the weight.

Then after the credits began to roll, you yawned and looked at the clock.

"I think it's time to send the fag home," you said.

"But I'm horney," the man said.

"Oh, all right," you said, "But I'm going to bed."

You pecked him once on the lips, and went into your bedroom and shut the door.

I looked at the man, who was turning off the tv. He stood up and walked over to
me.

Your bedroom door opened, and you said, "And keep the noise down. Here."

You threw him a disposable Kodak camera, and said, "Get some photos. We'll use
them against the fag if he pisses me off any more."

The man took the camera, and ordered me to kneel in front of him. I did, and
gently laid my cheek against his bulging crotch. I gazed up into the lense of
the camera as he snapped a couple of shots.

"Get to work," he said, "Show me why you are here."

I licked my lips, and unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his zipper down. His
jeans fell around his ankles, and his white cotton briefs were making a huge
tent right at me. I kissed the tip of his covered cock, and he said, "Again. "
I did it again, and heard the camera snap.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear, and pulled down,
releasing his cock in all its glory. My eyes widened. When I helped his pee, it
was soft, and still twice as big as mine. Now it was hard, and was swollen and
looked positively threatening! I opened my mouth wide, and engulfed the head of
his cock. I slid down as far as I could, and started a steady suckling. With my
hands, I alternated between caressing the backs of his legs, and tickling his
balls with my fingernails.

Suddenly, he thrust forward, and I gagged a little. He snorted in laughter, and
did it again. This time, I closed my eyes and relaxed my throat, and my breath
was held as his penis slid down my throat and cut off my air supply.

I held my breath for as long as I could, and started to gag again.

Then I leaned to breath through my nose, which reduced the need to gag. I
breathed heavily through my nostrils, and swallowed his cock until my nose was
buried in his dark curly pubic hair.

He started to cum, and I felt a long hot stream of cum jet down my throat
directly into my tummy. His cum felt like it was burning my insides.

"There," he said while withrdrawing his cock, "Now you will never be a man.

You know what they say, if you let a man suck your cock you're not necessarily
gay, but if you SUCK a man's cock you're a fag."

I nodded as I licked my lips.

Next the man odered me to turn around and grab my ankles. I did, and felt his
large hand slap my right butt cheek. I had been spanked before, but never by
someone as strong as him! I cried out pitifully, but he didn't stop. I
threatened to topple over and he rained blows over my butt with his strong
hand. Finally, the beating slowed, and then I felt his fingertip on my virgin
asshole.

"Spread em" he barked at me.

I reached back and cupped both of my butt cheeks in each hand, and pulled them
apart. Without any lubrication, he shoved his finger into me in one motion. It
hurt so much! Then he started shoving it in and out rapidly, and

I heard the camera snap a few more times.

"Look at me," he said.

I turned my head and looked up at him submissively, and the camera once again
flashed in my eyes.

As he quickly pulled out his finger, it felt like all my insides were coming
out! He reached over and shoved the same finger in my mouth and ordere me to
suck it. I did, and as I was doing that, I felt something absolutely huge touch
my abused asshole. I sucked and swirled my tongue on his finger, and licked
every inch of it clean.

The he pulled his hand away, and moved forward, knocking me onto all fours.

My head hit the ground hard, and I felt dizzy. When I stopped seeing stars, I
realized that his cock was entering me!

"Uh, uh, oh, Daddy!" I cried out.

"Yeah slut," he growled at me, "Get ready to take it all. I'm going to fuck
you. What do you think of that?"

"I... I... " I stuttered as an endless amount of cock slid up inside me.

SLAP! He hit my sore butt again.

"What?" he demanded.

"I love it... " I cried, "I love it, and I need it. Please give it to me
Daddy!"

The next 30 minutes went by like a blur. I can only remember grabbing
desperately at the floor to keep my balance, and he pumped my ass like a
machine. So many thoughts went through my head. I wondered how I could continue
to live now that this happened. It was no longer a fantasy, this was real.
Would I do all this again? I could never try to be a man again. I loved you so
much, but knew that you would never respect me now. You would never even date a
pathetic thing like me, and all my dreams of being your boyfriend were smashed
to bits with each thrust I took from this man. Through exhaustion, I finally
let my mind rest, and accepted my position. I let this man fuck and use me and
I squealed like a little piglet!

Finally, he yanked his cock from my pussy, and sprayed a load of cum onto the
back of my nightie. He pulled up his jeans, and ordered me to get out.

I rose, and left. Outside, the cool night air welcomed a new person. The man's
cum soaked through my sheer nightie and was absorbed by my soft skin.

I started walking home.

I walked for about 5 hours. I saw the sun rise, and my tired mind could no
longer comprehend my fate. As I approached my house, I saw my truck in the
driveway! The tailgate was down, and two men were sitting on it drinking beer.
They pointed at me as I approached. Oh no! They were the men who took my truck
the day before! My wallet was sitting next to them, and my drivers license was
exposed. As I walked up to them, the driver threw his empty beer can on my
lawn, and stood up.

"Hey bitch," he smiled, "We told your parents what happened, and are they ever
pissed! Your mom even cried when I told her how you were dressed."

I sighed, undid my jeans, and laid myself over the tailgate. I bent over and
pulled my jacket and nightie up to expose my butt. I'm sure the men were
surprised, but I was not.

"Please use me Daddy," I said to them.

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