Steven and Betsy Talk.

Well, “Mistress Elizabeth”, where shall we go for drinks?  I heard about a club that caters to Mistresses and their significant others, live shows and hourly slave auctions.

Oh, yes, Master Steven <giggle> let us go there.    Seriously how does married to a Mistress feel?

Just great! Now I don’t have to hide about wanting to snuff slaves.

Oh?  Even big titted blonde slaves?

Yes, of course, just like your sister.

My SISTER?

Yeah, you didn’t think I wanted to snuff you did you?

Well, the thought did pass my mind.  My sister.  Hmmm.  Are you willing to work for that?

Depends on what work means

I mean are you willing to fuck her face 3 times in a month?   While I watch and take videos.  Videos that have a time stamp…

Oh, I get it.  You want to have me enslave your sister.  OK, I’ll do it if I can also enslave her daughter.  I’ve wanted to fuck that little piece of ass for years now.

Oh…  OK, it’s a deal then.

 

 

Meet Steven and Betsy

Snuff a bitch
Snuff a bitch

Steven? Is that you? I’m in the bathroom. Your package came, they said they were early.  I signed for it.

Ah, it’s not what you think Betsy.

I think it’s sweet that you got another blonde with big tits.  Just like me.  That’s sweet.  You want to know what else came in the mail? Remember that class I took back in July?  Well, my final grades came back and I qualify as a “Mistress” now.  I registered as one as soon as I had the final grade codes.  Aren’t you proud of me?  Oh, that’s right, you didn’t know about that class.  Want to know one of the things they taught us?  Slave transfer laws.  Did you know that if a slave is delivered, ownership goes to a “qualified member of the household sighing for the slave, unless otherwise noted on the delivery papers.”  Guess who is a qualified member of the household now?  I hope you didn’t pay to much for my snuff toy…”

Your snuff toy?

Yes, dear, I’ve knocked her out with that chloroform you thought I didn’t know about and I’m tying her up in the bath tub.  I’m going to slowly fill the tub up with cold water, until the bitch drowns.  Then I’m going out for drinks and maybe a call to my lawyer, unless you can tell me why I shouldn’t

I bought her for you, as a graduation present.  I told you it wasn’t what you thought.  I noticed what class you were taking when I looked at the credit card bill.  Granted I had to go on the school’s website to find out what the code meant, but, yes I’m proud of you dear.

Ah, that’s sweet.   Thank you Steven.  Want to watch her drown?

Will you blow me as she dies?

Of course dear.

A free pick up.

Spellbook Slaves and Games, how can I help you?

You can do pick ups right?

Caged Wife
Caged Wife

Yes, we can, any where in the Eastlake Metro Area.

OK Look, here is the deal, I’ve got a job offer that involves moving to upstate New York and a lot of travel, but they are only covering me for moving expenses, not my wife and most of my stuff. I’ve thought I would get rid of her and get a new one once I’m settled in at my new place.
So you want to sell her to us?
No, that wouldn’t feel right, I thought I would just do a donation, you know, like I’m doing with most of my furniture. Turns out that Goodwill doesn’t take women. Who knew? I thought you could donate any thing to them.

So you don’t want any money back then?

Nope, wouldn’t feel right.

OK then, what you need to do is go to the state slave board’s web site, register and ID yourself to it, and request a conversion of your wife.  Make sure you enter “Spellbook Slaves” in the “gaining entity” field.   Has she agreed to this?  If not, do you have a method of restraining her until we can pick her up?

No, she doesn’t even know.  But I do have a big dog training cage, will that work?

If you can get her into it, sure.

Oh, that’s not a problem.  We’ve got this role play thing we do.  She just doesn’t know it’s for real this time.


Two hour later

It’s about time you showed up.  My back is killing me.  I should have known he would wuss out and not be around when you took me.  Never should have said I wanted to play a slave, I should have just gone down and volunteered.  So, how much did he get for me.

Ah, none.   He said it didn’t feel right to take money for you.

That wuss.

 

 

Hillsburg Kansas Joins the WSA2000, 17 years late.

“Come here Misty, I’ve got something for you…”

What the hell does he want now?  Oh gross, he’s got it out.   I’ll bet he wants me to suck on it.  Like that’s going to happen.

“Misty Steele, did you happen to notice the new place on Broadway and 4th?”

No, hunky buns, I didn’t.

Didn’t think she would.  Not the part of town she likes.  Granted there isn’t a lot of town around here too like.   Not my problems

Well, it’s one of those “White Slave” places like they have in big towns.  Looks like middle of nowhere Kansas has finely joined the 21st century in America.

Why would I care about that?

Oh?  Thinking of buying a slave to help around the house?

Not really, but I have been thinking about selling a slave, then maybe getting an another.

He wouldn’t dare…

Yeah, Ms. Steele, if I don’t get the best blowjob I’ve ever had in the next 5 minutes I’m going to be about $750 richer.

You!  No, You can’t mean that!

Yes, Misty, I mean it.  I mean it so much I’ve already called you in.   All I got to do now is wait for the pickup guy to arrive.  I told them that there was a chance I might back out, but, well, I don’t see any lips on my cock, so I’m thinking I’m not going to back out of the deal.

John!  You, Let me show you…

Blow like your freedom depended on it.
Blow like your freedom depended on it.

Yeah, that got her sucking alright.   Not that it’s going to matter.  Not that I’m telling her that.

Oh, yeah, that’s right, do it like you did when you were a cheerleader… Oh Yeah, that’s it.  More…  Deeper…  Oh, yeah.

Oh this is so gross.  He can’t be serious.  Why is he looking at the clock?

Oh, Yeah, so good.   So good… Ah, ah  Ahhh   Swallow it bitch!!!  Ah!!

Gross.  I can’t believe he came in my mouth.

Well, you did make me cum before your time ran out, but that wasn’t the best blow job I’ve had.  Your sister sucks a lot better.  Hell, my secretary sucks better, so yeah, in a few minutes, I’m trading you for a prepaid debit card, loaded with $750.