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Collateral Damage Pt. 02

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

It took almost an hour for my husband Jacques to find me. I was in the slave trader's parlor, a large and beautifully decorated room with intricately patterned red carpets and plush velvet drapes. The room was decorated with oil paintings depicting the auction of naked women, and several life-sized statues of naked slave women chained on their knees or stand...

Self Slave Grading Do's & Don'ts

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

With the recent explosion of the local slave industry young women today have a greater opportunity than ever to get themselves graded. A slave grade can be a fantasy fulfilled, a ticket to a better boyfriend (Wear your "Prime-" tag as an earring on your next visit to a bar, ladies, if you want to see what I mean!) or even a ticket to a career as an actress o...

Slave Leia

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I'm a geek-girl and proud of it. They're trying to push me into upper management but I love coding and the power coding gives me. I code mostly in C# and Python these days and although some of the guys in my company aren't comfortable taking orders from a girl when the server crashes or the client can't wait any longer I'm the one they turn to, managers incl...

Slave Grading Mom

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

They're having a free slave grading down at the slave market today and since mom got me a slave grading for my 20th bday and she's a total barginator I agreed to drive her down and get her graded since she's like my mom but lMS and BFF forever so I knew it would be totally funalicious to mom-her for a day. When mom got me graded dad took our picture togethe...

Collateral Damage Pt. 01

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

Although we normally holiday much closer to home the city was lovely and exotic and Leia loved the open-air street markets. In addition to being a valued business associate Saad was also a good friend and tonight he was the perfect host, welcoming us into his home. The wine was flowing freely, especially for my wife Leia, who was giggling at everything and w...

My Halloween Costume

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Oct 30, 2018
BDSM

It was Halloween, and the theme park was crowded with teenagers in costumes. Some of the girl's costumes were a bit more risqué than what one might expect to find in such a place, but it was nearly midnight on a hot Florida night, and this particular park catered to a slightly more adult crowd. Unlike the other women in the park I wasn't drinking, or dress...

Slave Yoga Ch. 01

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...

Victoria's Secret: War Whore

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

Victoria smiled as she admired her reflection in the huge floor to ceiling mirror wall in her elegant private dressing salon. She was glad the war was over; it was good to wear white gloves and nylons again. Examining her image more critically she adjusted her hat just a tad so her lovely blonde bangs peaked out just so. Now that the occupation was over th...

Victoria's Secret: The Donkey Cart

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

I must admit that I was of two minds regarding Victoria's demotion to the ranks of the African slave girls. While I recognized the harsh jolt to her self-esteem the loss of her to-the-manor-born white privilege caused, I knew her life long denial that such privilege existed meant that this was a lesson she needed to learn. Her change in status was immediat...

Victoria's Secret: The Conclusion

by Joe_Doe_Stories on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

By the time I got back to the slave pen Victoria's hands were tied behind her with a thick, coarse hemp rope. Another rope had been tied around her neck, with the loose end dangling down as a makeshift leash. "Don't worry," I said, smiling broadly. "I have a plan." Victoria's eyes brightened as for the first time in a long time she allowed herself to hope....