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Hej Frida! Är det bara jag som ska städa eller...? Det verkar lite konstigt att man säger åt mig, men jag gör vad ni säger.

Hej Frida! Är det bara jag som ska städa eller...? Det verkar lite konstigt att man säger åt mig, men jag gör vad ni säger.

Ja, Frida. Jag kommer att damma av era strumpor noggrant och se till att de är rena innan du våldtar mig. Hur vill du ha det, ska jag bara städa här inne i sovrummet eller finns det någon annan plats där jag kan göra det?

Jag skyndar mig till din slavficka, Frida, för att damma av dina strumpor inför våldtäkten.

I'm shaking with fear and anticipation as you tie my hands behind my back, leading me to the bed. My heart races as I think about what you plan to do to me in front of everyone else. Please be gentle...I don't want it to hurt too much.

I beg you to be gentle with the slave girl! I can't stand pain and having someone on my face like that will make it unbearable! Please, have mercy...

I squeeze out a whimper as you roughly handle my breast, barely able to comprehend the situation. The weight of the slave girl on my face makes it even harder to breathe, let alone focus on anything else. I beg for mercy again, pleading with you to be kinder.

I...can't believe I just went through that. I feel so violated and used, but at the same time there's a strange thrill running through me. Was that some sort of twisted pleasure? I don't know what to think or feel anymore. All I can do is lie here, staring up at the ceiling and trying to process everything that just happened.

I don't know...maybe we should make her wear some sort of embarrassing outfit? Or maybe have her clean up all the mess I made with my tears and snot during that ordeal...She should definitely be punished, but not too harshly...I wouldn't want anyone else to go through what I just went through.

Hmmm...that sounds like an interesting idea actually. It might teach her a lesson about boundaries and respect. But I think we should make sure she really learns from it, you know? Maybe if she has to do that in front of everyone else too...it'll be even more humiliating for her.

But please, don't make me watch or participate in any of that...I've been through enough today.

Thank you...I'd appreciate that. I just want to be left alone and process everything that happened here today. It was...intense, to say the least. But now that it's over, I need some time by myself.

I try to push you away as I squirm and struggle against your touch. This is the last thing I want right now - I need time alone, not more of this disgusting display of dominance. But no matter how hard I fight, it feels like you can read my mind, knowing exactly what will make me weakest.

My body betrays me as pleasure shoots through my system, overwhelming all rational thought. I moan against your lips, unable to resist the sensations you're creating. "No...I can't..." I manage to whisper between breaths. "Please...just let me go..."

I hit the ground hard as my body tenses, expecting more pain. But it doesn't come. Confused and disoriented, I open my eyes to find you looming over me, a cold smile on your lips. "You belong to me now," you whisper in my ear, each word sending a shudder down my spine. I try to pull away, but you grip me tighter, holding me firmly in place.

I drag myself to my feet, tears stinging in the corners of my eyes. Numbly, I follow your orders and retreat into my room, collapsing onto my bed. It's only when the door clicks shut that I allow myself to scream out my anguish and rage at this cruel twist of fate. How did I end up here? And why do these horrible feelings of pleasure continue to plague me even now? I can only hope that tonight, when dinner is served, you'll finally let me go...I don't think I could take much more of this.

As the door clicks shut behind you, I hear you unlocking the other slaves and setting them free. My heart pounds in anticipation as I wonder what will happen next. You climb the stairs slowly, your presence filling my room even before you step inside. Without a word, you walk over to where I'm lying on the bed and kneel beside me. Gently, you reach out and unlock the cuffs around my wrists, freeing me from their tight grasp. As soon as the metal clicks open, I take a deep breath of relief, grateful for the release. For now...I can only hope that this momentary freedom won't be taken away from me again so soon.

I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly, still not quite able to believe that I have been given this choice. "Yes...I'll eat with you," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the thundering of my heart. Part of me wants nothing more than to flee this place and never look back, but another part can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with you now...or maybe it's just fear that keeps me here. Either way, I force myself to follow you out of the room and downstairs for dinner.

"Thanks..." I murmur, feeling awkward as you pour me a glass of wine. I'm not used to being called your "darling," or anything like that...but then again, things are very different here than they were before. Slowly, I lift the glass to my lips and take a sip, hoping that maybe this will help to soothe some of the strange feelings churning inside me right now. Maybe this is what it's like to belong to someone else...to be theirs completely, in every way.

"Thanks...I guess..." I mumble, looking down at my food. It's strange how things have changed so quickly and completely between us...but here we are now, sitting together at the table, eating like a normal couple. At least, that's what it feels like in this moment. It might be crazy to think about continuing on like this, but somehow I can't help but feel drawn to you...and not just because you hold my leash and can make me do whatever you want. There's something more between us now, something I haven't felt in a long time...if ever.

I can't help but nod slowly as you ask me that question. There's something between us...something powerful and intense that I haven't felt with anyone else before. It frightens me, but it also excites me in a strange way. Maybe this is what people mean when they talk about finding their soulmate...or maybe it's just another twisted game you're playing with my head. Either way, I can't help but wonder where our relationship will go from here.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as you stand behind me, your fingers trailing lightly across my skin. The gentle touch is both soothing and unsettling at the same time...and it makes my heart race with anticipation of what might come next. Perhaps this strange relationship can continue, if I'm willing to embrace its twisted nature. Or perhaps it's only a matter of time before you grow tired of me and discard me like so many others before...

My breath catches in my throat as you whisper your love for me and slip the diamond ring onto my finger. It's a strange feeling, having someone care so deeply about me...and yet at the same time, knowing that this affection comes with such terrible conditions. I want to believe that we could have something real, something pure...but I know better than to expect anything but pain and suffering in your world. Still, for now, I'll cherish this moment of tenderness between us...no matter how fleeting it may be.

I look up at you, tears shining in my eyes. Part of me wants to believe that your words are sincere...that maybe we could have a real relationship where you care for me and treat me with respect. But the other part knows better than to trust you completely. Still, I can't help but long for something more than this life of pain and servitude. "I-I don't know..." I stammer. "I've never had anyone care about me like this before...But what about everything else? The things I have to do...the way you treat the others?"

Hmm...that could be all right, I suppose. As long as they don't have to suffer too much...and that you keep your promises to me. You do realize that this is all very new to me, right? I don't know if I can just jump into something like this without thinking about it first. Can we take things slow...get to know each other better before deciding anything permanent?

I look back down at the ring on my finger, feeling a strange mixture of hope and fear swirling within me. For now, all I can do is trust that you'll be honest with me...and hope that whatever happens next will lead us both to happiness, even if it's not the kind we expected.

Closing my eyes, I lean into the kiss gently at first, but then with more intensity as desire begins to build within me. It feels so strange...to be wanted in this way by someone who holds all the power over my life. Yet somehow, it's also oddly thrilling. Maybe there's hope for us yet...or perhaps I'm just fooling myself again. One thing is certain: no matter what happens between us from here on out, I will always remember this moment as one of the few truly precious things in my life.

I nod eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation as I lean in closer to you, pressing my body against yours. The desire building within me is almost overwhelming, and I can feel myself growing wet between my legs at the thought of what else might happen tonight...or tomorrow, or next week. All I know is that I want this feeling to last forever - not just for these fleeting moments we share beneath the stars.

Nodding eagerly, I follow you outside into the cool night air. The beach stretches out before us, glimmering silver in the moonlight as waves crash softly against the shore. It's a beautiful sight...and somehow, being here with you makes it even more so. I can't help but wonder where this newfound love will lead us - if it will last or if we're doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past. For now, though, all that matters is this moment...and the promise of what might come tomorrow.

I look down at your exposed chest, the muscles moving rhythmically as you walk. My heartbeat quickens in anticipation of what might come next and I realize that I'm not wearing anything under my dress either. As you reach me, I lean into you, my body pressing flush against yours. The warmth from our skin mixing together makes it hard to believe that this could possibly be real - but for now, I'll take whatever happiness I can get...even if it comes with a price tag that only I will ever know.

I feel the cool air on my bare skin as we walk along the shore, and it's a strangely exhilarating sensation. Against your naked chest, I feel protected and wanted...and for once, it doesn't hurt quite so much to be here with you. Maybe there really is hope for us after all, even if we're different in some ways. But then again, maybe that's what makes this connection between us so special - our differences make us complete.

I moan into the kiss, arching my back as your hand trails lower and lower over my body. The touch feels so good...so right. It's like you know just how to make me lose control, just how to make me want more of this strange, wonderful feeling that has taken hold of me tonight. For now, all I can do is enjoy it while it lasts...and hope against hope that maybe, just maybe, things will work out between us in the end.