Bred from Afar – Long Distance Love Affair – CNC

For a friend…

They met by chance. His words spoke to her from some place from beyond. Some place they shared before they ever met.

She had stumbled upon something he had written and posted online. A dirty story, filthy smut, and his words rang true to her and she commented on it.

“I felt like I was there.” She said.

Her comment was all it took to open the door.

A rapid exchange of messages ensued. Back and forth, shared interests, kinks, likes and dislikes, they were so honest with one another. Nothing was too taboo, they shared it all. Deep dark secrets, experiences, and fantasies.

A true submissive she called him Daddy from the very beginning and he called her baby girl. A little cliché for sure, but it fit them both so well.

He had a window into her from the beginning. He had touched a nerve and what she shared with him only strengthened his understanding. He would play that to his advantage.

Their pairing in the physical sense was problematic. Separated by thousands of miles. Still they carried on an online relationship. And it built over time.

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A Dangerous Game [F26/M35] A young woman on the run [Rape]

She’s on the run. From who she does not know. But she knows him all that well.

She’s in a constant state of paranoia. Always looking over her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye, she often thinks she catches a glimpse of him lurking in the shadows. But when she turns to look he is never there. Until he is. Her mysterious stranger, her intruder.

A few months ago he came into her world during a moment of weakness. Lonely and hurting from a split from a man she loved, a man that treated her badly, she threw caution to the wind. She was looking for something… anything… anyone, to fill that void.

A young woman all alone in a seedy bar on a Tuesday night. Trying to numb the pain she felt. The place was packed with disgusting old men, alcoholics, losers. She sat alone and stonewalled their advances. A pretty young thing, there all alone, in a place she did not belong. That is when he approached her.

Diary of a House Slut [F] – Part 1

I’m waiting. I’m waiting for him. I have waited for days and I have lost track of time. He leaves me here alone, in our dim little space, no windows, no clocks, I am here with only my thoughts of him, and when he will return to me. My Master.

I only call him Master in my head. I have never spoken that word to him.

He has allowed me to start a diary. So I am writing this down. I need this for my sanity, as the times that he leaves me here all alone are growing more frequent and for longer periods of time.

I am naked except for the collar he has me wear at all times. I have been naked for months since I became his full-time house slut. That is my name, that is what Master calls me. My whole existence is for him. To be here for him and tend to his every need, his every desire. I cook and clean for him. He has a strict list of household chores that I follow. Washing dishes, doing his laundry, scrubbing the floors and toilets. I never want to disappoint him.

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