I continued to kiss her neck, and rub my hands all over her. She laid there, cooing, and enjoying the attention. She'd shiver every time my hand brushed across her clit. Diary of a Slave It has been two weeks since I’ve been bought by my new Master. In the meantime I didn’t have much time to update my diary, since life here cum is quite busy and chaotic. At the institute where they taught us to be obedient and attentive and devoted I got a lot of compliments and oftentimes they told me I was the best in class, that I would make my future Master very happy and that they would be able to sell me for a lot of money. I don’t know how much money my new Master has paid for me, but I’m guessing Hardcore it’s way to much. In my few weeks here I’ve learned so much more about servitude and obedience and dedication, than during all my years at the institute combined. The other slaves here seem to be able to read minds, it seems. Effortlessly they make Masters life easier. They sense what anal he wants, what he needs, even before he himself seems to be aware of it. He never has to ask for anything. The slaves here are sincere in their devotion, no one is putting up a show when the teacher is threesome around and then slacking off when he steps out for a moment. There is no teacher grading us anyway. Our service doesn’t have to been seen, slaves don’t need to be noticed. We aren’t rewarded with grades, or privileges or a review cart. Just knowing we’ve pleased our master is all the reward we get here, and that’s more than enough. We are with about eleven slaves here, I wouldn’t have expected that. I was under the impression that every slave would get her own master, but maybe that’s a bit greedy of me to think. I like being here with an entire group, the slaves are really kind to me and to each other, everyone helps each other out. At first I had to get used to living here, I was homesick and I longed for my own bed in the dormitory of the institute. But you know who’s here as well? Nadia! She was a class above me in the institute and she was oral sold off last year. Nadia helped me and showed me around when I just got here. I think she’s my friend now, or at least we are becoming friends I guess. Last Week Nadia and I were called into the Master’s chambers. That was quite the honor, if I had to believe Nadia. She checked my clothes and made sure my knee socks were pulled up high and my blouse wasn’t wrinkly. It didn't give me the desired result so I started to slap her face. Several of them longed to be back in the brothel. “No, no, no!” Willowbud Hardcore laughed, shaking her head, “I’m done with the gangster business. Coach Jamison kicked me in the side. I couldn’t wrap anal my brain around it. "Well, yeah, of course, but she doesn't have to know..." Master groaned a plaintive, dying cry of release. I swear it! Ravi held her and did not leave her till his spasms resided. Ohhhhhhhh” My face burned in shame, partially for recognizing my childish behavior, but also for being put in such an embarrassing, submissive predicament by my dad. He fucked me with all his cum passion. Both Momo and Sonja had made that same mistake when I had them wear panties for the first time. My stomach dropped. Golly... that’s a whole other story and the significant impetus to my other storyline... “Swapping Fathers.” But her nipples were rock hard and standing out on stalks. "Go help your sister, cunt." Candi lifted her knees to my side, rolling her hips, sliding her tender pussy on my cock, “You have to figure it out, threesome I like what we are doing.” Her heels rested on the back of my knees and we stopped talking. oral “I could certainly do that for you.”