1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 3: Felicity, Horny, Little Scholgirl


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Mind Control, School, Spanking, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    pet. The Goddess was the most beautiful woman, so I could understand April's worship of Her—I had wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees and pleasure the Goddess, and envied my mother who had been fortunate enough to do just that—but it had surprised me to see how the Goddess treated April. My friend was clearly in love with her Mistress, and Mary had been clearly fond of her slave. They laughed and joked, sharing an intimacy that seemed beyond anything I had ever seen. Always. My promise had come back to me in a rush. Is that what I had missed out on? Regret blossomed like a foul weed in my soul. That thought had consumed me for the last two weeks. Every time I masturbated, I imagined my former Master treating me like a horny, little schoolgirl all over again. I wanted to be taken by him, and made to do all those nasty, yet exciting, acts. I wanted to be his slave again. That's why I showed up today at the Hotel Murano. I dressed myself in that same, naughty schoolgirl's outfit I wore the day I made my promise, and presented myself at the Hotel, asking to see Mr. Sullivan. Everything I had read led me to believe Mr. Sullivan lived here with the Gods. It took me an hour before someone took me seriously. After a thorough, and very embarrassing, search by the bodyguards, they let me in. “Was it really necessary to grope my pussy that much?” I asked the dusky bodyguard, some Middle Easter woman. Her collar proclaimed her 24 while a bodyguard numbered 49 watched eagerly. ...
    “No, balim,” she grinned, licking her fingers clean of my juices. “He lets us have our fun though. Wait here; he'll be down in a few minutes.” I shivered as I stood in the richly appointed hotel lobby. Doubts plagued me. Mr. Sullivan wouldn't want me back. He's found a new schoolgirl to play with. I wanted to flee, but I couldn't. I didn't want to live with regret a moment longer, chocking all the hope and life out of my soul the longer it was allow to grow, a weed crowding everything else. A few women, dressed scantily as maids, puttered around. One was a girl my age, a silver choker about her neck named her Cindy, and I was startled to see her budding breasts through the black, transparent bodice. She was dusting, and when she bent over her skirt rode up, and my eyes fell on her smooth, shaved vulva winking at me from between her thighs. “Miss Rye?” a man's voice asked. I jumped, flushing at being caught staring at another girl's pussy, and turned to see Mr. Sullivan. I smiled; he looked as handsome as ever. His pretty wife was on his arm, and she was very pregnant, a warm, friendly smile upon her lips. “I made a mistake,” I whispered, hanging my head. Tears formed, and I fought back a sob that threatened to rack my body. “What, sweetie?” Mrs. Sullivan. “I promised to always be your horny, little schoolgirl,” I answered. “I never should have broken that promise.” The tears came, a ragged noise escaped my throat. They hugged me tightly, and Mrs. Sullivan made a soothing, ...
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