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The slave was terrified. Yesterday, everything had seemed normal. She had gone about her chores and finished everything in a timely manner, her master had seemed to be in a very good mood, and they had even had sex before bed. There had been no indications that he had been displeased with her. In fact, she thought he loved her! After all, they were a couple before she volunteered to be his slave.

But the good vibes ended this morning after she performed her wake up BJ on Master. He had told her, in a nonchalant way, that he had found a buyer for her and that she would change hands that evening. After much crying and pleading on her part, the slave accepted her fate and tried to learn who was buying her; was it a man? Was it a woman? Did the person seem nice?

Master, however, refused to tell her anything. He only wore a sly, bemused smile that did not comfort her. Apparently, the buyer wanted his or her identity kept secret until they got the slave home.

When the time came, her master inserted plugs into her ears to reduce her hearing, and then he produced a pink, leather slave hood that she had never seen before. The hood had a built in plug gag that silenced her, and it had no holes for her eyes. After it had been buckled over her collared neck, she found herself in a world of darkness and silence.

The slave was now kneeling and waiting. She had the feeling that the person who was buying her knew her from before her enslavement. But who could it be?

She could sense her Master and another person hovering over her, and she could hear muffled voices talking in hushed tones, but she could not make out any words, or even tell if her new owner was a master or a mistress.

Oh, the TORTURE! This was the worst moment of her entire life, and all she could do was kneel there on the hard floor, and wait.

Description

The slave was terrified. Yesterday, everything had seemed normal. She had gone about her chores and finished everything in a timely manner, her master had seemed to be in a very good mood, and they had even had sex before bed. There had been no indications that he had been displeased with her. In fact, she thought he loved her! After all, they were a couple before she volunteered to be his slave.

But the good vibes ended this morning after she performed her wake up BJ on Master. He had told her, in a nonchalant way, that he had found a buyer for her and that she would change hands that evening. After much crying and pleading on her part, the slave accepted her fate and tried to learn who was buying her; was it a man? Was it a woman? Did the person seem nice?

Master, however, refused to tell her anything. He only wore a sly, bemused smile that did not comfort her. Apparently, the buyer wanted his or her identity kept secret until they got the slave home.

When the time came, her master inserted plugs into her ears to reduce her hearing, and then he produced a pink, leather slave hood that she had never seen before. The hood had a built in plug gag that silenced her, and it had no holes for her eyes. After it had been buckled over her collared neck, she found herself in a world of darkness and silence.

The slave was now kneeling and waiting. She had the feeling that the person who was buying her knew her from before her enslavement. But who could it be?

She could sense her Master and another person hovering over her, and she could hear muffled voices talking in hushed tones, but she could not make out any words, or even tell if her new owner was a master or a mistress.

Oh, the TORTURE! This was the worst moment of her entire life, and all she could do was kneel there on the hard floor, and wait.