One for the money…….Reposted w/permission by Daughter of Kaos 09/08/18

Fair warning; none and i mean NONE of what you are about to read is in anyway safe for work.  Im going to change names of people involved as I don’t have their consent to out them ergo, I won’t.  That being said, you’ve been duly warned..

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I have a rule that I have followed since I was very young; I go where I am called.  It’s taken me to different jobs, meeting new people and, at times, new states. It’s really simple if i’m honest, I feel a pull at the back of my consciousness and that pull becomes a nagging unease with whatever I may be doing.  

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For instance, teaching currently is no longer calling me and, if i’m honest, it never did.  That’s the other problem, if I ignore it, bad things start to happen. I may not pay as much attention, I may miss something or, I may just not do the job to the best of my ability (a fact that I detest as I consider myself a professional and to not give my best seem…..insincere.)

Which brings me to why I am writing this; slavery.  I used to detest the word as I had no respect for those that followed that path.  Who devotes their existence to basking in the shadow of another human being when the choice to be a God is literally in front of them.  

About a month ago I started to feel the pull though and this time it was deeper than normal.  I felt like my life was spinning out of control and I couldn’t get a grip on anything I was trying.  

So I did what I normally do, I started writing.  In the time before I met Bella, Osha and I would trade stories about fantasies that we had had and play sessions we wanted to try and thus the same started with Bella.  She had expressed a desire to know more about what goes on in my twisted little mind so I decided to go whole hog and give her both barrels of , what I thought, was some of my most deviant desires.  

The story laid out positions I had been trained to remember and requirements that I had to fulfill or I would accrue “demerits” that pretty much meant something awful was coming my way and it increased in awfulness the more demerits I received.

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About a week prior I had been informed that I would be the entertainment at a get together that Daddy would be throwing and that I was not to contact any of the people involved or speak until spoken to as these were Daddy’s friends and I had been offered to them.  I was assured that there would be no fluid transfer and all strap-ons would be using my cock. 

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Fast forward a few weeks and my 10 week hiatus ended with me traveling to home 2.0.  I was terrified. Not only was I going to be at the mercy of all of Daddy’s friends but I was expected to perform.  Not only that but Daddy had a platform built that worked like a set of stocks so that I was just a hole to be used. I was also told that her friends had been given license to use me in any way they saw fit as long as no on hit me or risked a biohazard.

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For the sake of simplicity I’m going to name those involved as; Daddy, Alpha, Beta, Foxtrot, and Tango.

To be continued…..

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