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   SLAVE WOMAN'S FIRST FANTASY ---> MEGAN TELLS MASTER PAUL EVERYTHING!
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(Megan is a very real, twenty year old, adult woman who has a
very real Master in real life and has had submissive fantasies
since she was ten years old. This fantasy dates back four years
to when she was sixteen years old, a virgin and is the strongest
and best loved and remembered of her many many fantasies that
preceeded her meeting and submitting to her Master when she was
19 years old.)
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(References to any underage individuals are hers, have been
changed by MASTER PAUL and are an integral part of her fantasy)
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From an on-line discussion with Megan by Master Paul on Monday
September 28, 1987:
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MASTER PAUL: "Someday one of you, Megan.....you or Shaun......SLAVE WOMAN OR
HER MASTER!..... are going to have to learn to read between the lines
in LINDA'S EPIC or read THE LINES in THE STORY OF KAREN DELOEW and see
the whole thing........then and only then will you two lovely people be
"off to the races".....boy will you ever..,....the dialog between Karen
and I in the forthcoming KAREN102.B&D and Karen103.B&D (and beyond) is an
excellent primer for starting a submissive woman into her "other
personality"..........and how well it works for Karen you have to read to
appreciate...voice alone so far....but well does it work.......in fact she
has a terrible a time backing away from quiet, gentle invitations to the
BUTTERFLY when we talk voice...and doesn't really want to.....but I usually
back away when I sense that she does not have time to "play" or she is not
really free to do it."
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MEGAN: "The more I think I about what I will say to my Master the more
submissive and sexy I feel, Master Paul -- You can't talk to Megan anymore...
she's 'gone' for a while!"
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MASTER PAUL: "OK........let's talk to the submissive, beautiful woman who
lives 'inside" Megan..........the one who LOVES leather cuffs and blindfolds
and collars and loves to be teased and pleased in sensuous, sexy, bound and
loving ways.......is she out to play on the keyboards now?"
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SLAVE WOMAN: "Uh huh.......Yes Sir......"
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MASTER PAUL: Can she begin one of her 'secret fantasy tales' for MASTER PAUL
right now?"
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SLAVE WOMAN: "Yes, SIR...........My favorite starts near the park
and there are lots of older 'kids', around about 18 or 19 year olds, and an
ice cream truck comes around and everyone gets in line. I am at the end of
the line.  When I get up to the front widow/counter everyone else is gone
and these two men lure me into the the truck because they say they don't have
what I want, up front, and need me to help them look for it -- I get in the
back and then feel this small needle like pain like I bumped into the corner
of something and then everything goes black.  When I wake up, I
can't see anything because I'm blindfolded and I am handcuffed
and sitting on the floor of the truck on a soft carpet with black
leather all around me on the walls and ceiling. I try to move my
feet, which are spread far apart, but I can feel these metal 'straplike'
things that come out of the floor and are locked over my ankles. I try to
talk and then to scream but there is a big ball gag in my mouth. I can feel
it with my tongue and I can feel the leather straps at the corner of my
mouth and along my cheeks to the back of my head. I somehow manage to sit
up and one of the men (the younger one, handsome one) says to his Uncle
(the one driving the truck)....."Well, look who's awake!"
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Then the younger one takes off my blindfold and I see out the window that I
must be VERY far from home as I recognize none of my surroundings.  I am
fully clothed and the younger man starts to reach inside my shirt. I squirm
and make as much noise as I can with the gag still in my mouth and his uncle
says "Hey! Leave her alone!  We'll get a lot of money for her so don't touch
her!"
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The younger man reluctantly backs off and I try desperately to talk.
The man driving says, "We'll will take the gag off if you SWEAR you won't
start screaming -- it won't help you out of here anyway and, besides, I don't
want the noise! You have to promise to be a good girl and I'll let you talk.
If you aren't I'll just have to let my nephew here punish you!"
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(He looks over at his nephew and he starts to take off his belt as if to
threaten me).
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He asks me, "Will you be good?"
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I nod yes and the fear in my eyes, seeing that belt, tells him I am telling
the truth.
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First though, he says "I think I will explain to you what's happening to you
so you will have less questions.  I am taking you to a special place that very
few people know about.  You will be sold there to the highest bidder and you
will be his slave. You will do EXACTLY as you are told or you will be severely
punished. Do you understand?  You will have all of your clothes taken away
just before we take you in and then you will be put on display, so to speak".
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The driver turns to his nephew and says......."Get the collar out and put it
on her!"
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Then he talks to me again....."Now girl, don't fight him when he goes to put
this collar on you or he will hit you -- HARD -- I guarantee it!"
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(so I let him put on this metal collar; it's silver in color and is a hinged
hoop of flat metal, about an inch and a half wide and a lock hooks to the
front of it with a chain -- very plain).
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Feeling very scared and confused and knowing there is nothing I can do, I say
nothing when he takes off the gag. He asks me what my name is and I quietly
respond "Megan" and start to cry a little.  He tries to calm me down realizing
he has painted a pretty scary picture for me.  He talks to me some more:
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"Now relax.  It's not so bad; this is a very beautiful place you are going to.
There is a lot of beautiful green grass, lots of flowers, waterfalls -- it's
like a paradise and if you are a very good girl and do as you are told I am
sure you will be treated very well!  You will be taken good care of if you
take good care of your Master and do EVERYTHING he tells you to do WHEN he
tells you to do it. We are almost there now. Stop crying girl! You have to
look your best if you want a good man to pick you. If you look a mess you're
bound to get someone who won't be so good to you."
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We stop at an outer gate and he gets in back and wipes the tears off of my
face and straightens up my hair. Then, using a sharp knife, he starts to
carefully cut off all my clothes so that he doesn't have to let me loose yet.
I watch him cut away my shirt, piece by piece, until I'm sitting
there, still bound to the carpeted floor by the leg things, my
legs wide apart, looking down at my breasts and my bra over them.
He snips the strap in the back and the straps over my shoulders
and the cool air hits my nipples and makes them start to become rigid.
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He slips the knife under the bottom of the left leg of my jeans
and splits them all the way to my waist and cuts my waist belt in
half, too. He does the same thing on the right side and pulls the
split jeans out from under me and from around my spread crotch
and throws them aside.
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I sit there looking down at myself, nipples getting harder and
clothed only in my best black panties, my bare legs locked to the
soft carpeted floor, my hands cuffed behind my back.
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He slides the sharp knife into the left leg of my panties and
splits them in two up the left side. He repeats the process on
the right side and yanks the soft silk out from under me so my
behind is resting on the soft, prickly carpet. I stare down at my
soft pubic hair and spread lips and see that I am getting wet down
there.....very wet.
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Then he gets up and steps out of the truck and punches in this code to open
the gate then gets back in the truck and drives through the gate
as is swings shut on it's own. He drives about a mile to the inside gate
where he again gets out and opens it. He gets in back again and
puts a leash on my metal collar and has his nephew unlock the
metal cuffs holding my ankles to the floor.  He takes me out of the truck
and in through the gate. Just inside, to the left there are other
naked older boys and girls that are chained up by their collars, squatting
down with their legs spread open so they are 'vulnerable', their collars
chained to short stakes in the ground, their hands cuffed behind their backs
like mine, all crying. He whispers to me to look at them and see how they
are being teased and asks me if I want that to happen to me?
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I look over at the naked, collared and cuffed, crying young men
and women and can see that they are being played with by the men
gathered around them.........teased and fondled and
poked....mercilessly and thoroughly........as they squirm and try
to avoid their tormentors, about have choking themselves in the process.
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I quietly answer "no" to him and he says:
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"Then don't cry -- they won't do that if you don't cry. Oh yea....and, when
someone does buy you.....you MUST call him MASTER -- 'yes Master', 'please
Master' and like THAT. Understand?"
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I nodded a submissive "yes".
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"You be a good girl and I promise to check on you and make sure you are
treated ok."
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"I'll try", I answer him. He seems very kind and sincere. But I have no
choice, really,......so I decide to do whatever I can to make the best of it
all.  The rocks under my feet are pretty hot as I am led over to the last
stake in the ground and carefully chained, squatting down, spread
open -- there -- the chains are really short and I have to squat
just like the others.
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He whispers to me quietly, "You be a good girl for me Megan -- I'll see
you later" and he smiles down at me all spread out in front of him.
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From somewhere inside, I smile back and wait confidently and keep telling
myself not to cry as all these men gather around me and look me over. They
don't tease me or play with me, because I'm not crying. They just look me over
and discuss amongst themselves how I would make an excellent slave to have. I
try to keep my mind on the good things the older man told me about and not pay
too much attention to my current situation so I don't get too scared. Off in
the distance I see the places he was talking about, a beautiful pool with a
waterfall and a lot of flowers around and green fields, the kind you want to
run to the middle of roll around in the grass and stare at the sky. It is very
beautiful and helps me keep my mind off of all these men looking at my naked
body, chained to the stake and spread out before them..
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Another man comes over to me with a key and removes the handcuffs -- the
others must leave theirs on because they are trying so hard to get away. But
I just squat and wait.
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One by one, the others are taken, sobbing and screaming, teased
and played with all the way, to the middle square and stand before the leader
of this strange, fearful 'community'.
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Then each of them is auctioned off as their prospective buyers
and future 'MASTERS' inspect them, fondle them, pat them and
probe them.
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Behind the leader, to his right, is an older woman, -- his wife I
guess, -- the only woman I see except for the other slaves being sold -- that
seems weird to me. And to his left is a man, about 25 or 30 very
good looking -- his blue eyes look very kind.......I wonder who he is.
They are all dressed very beautifully -- almost like kings and queens -- very
rich. The last to be taken to the square and auctioned off was me -- I was
glad it was starting to get dark so that the rocks would cool down. When I was
taken in front of the leader, all the tall black street lamps came on adding
a different light to everything -- everything was still so beautiful, but in
a different, very seductive and sexy way. I didn't know why, but I really
seemed to like the way that metal collar felt around my neck -- I was feeling
very sexy and becoming very sexually aroused --- and showing it, too! --
everyone could see it. I felt very sexy and very submissive, ready to please
always with a tiny smile on my face.  This place had some effect on me.
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I stood there, quietly, totally naked and aroused, before all
those men and the one older woman and the men started throwing out bids on me.
They quickly got higher and higher! But then the man standing next to the
'leader' whispered something into the leaders ear and I was taken away to a
room in the basement of a building -- I didn't think anyone had
bought me --- I was really scared because I thought I must have done something
terribly wrong to be taken away like that.  I was pretty much thrown into this
room.  There was a bed and a shower and a mirror and two hooks on the wall,
one up high with a belt on it and one down low.  I was told to lock my leash
onto that hook or I would be severely punished; but first I was to take a
shower.  Then I was to wait.
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SLAVE WOMAN: Errrr, SIR? -- please remind me of where I am at later.......
I have to go now. I have a doctor's appointment -- I wish I could go on....
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MASTER PAUL: OK....I understand........looks ok so far....great in fact......
...terrific DETAIL, SLAVE WOMAN!!!!
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SLAVE WOMAN: A fantasy isn't a fantasy if it isn't VIVID!  I can feel all of
this as I write it -- I feel very submissive and scared right now -- I feel
this story as I tell it....
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MASTER PAUL: I KNOW....lovely submissive  woman........I KNOW....I can see
it in the way you write it!!!! Very nice, very submissive, very sexy......from
deep deep inside..........thank you for telling MASTER PAUL part of your
favorite fantasy........perhaps you can put the rest on disk for me and upload
the file to my board?
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SLAVE WOMAN: I don't know how to upload!  We can work that out later -- I can't
imagine what my Master will see in me when I am sitting on top of him and
telling him all the details -- will he see how I feel it?
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MASTER PAUL: Yes........and because you DO feel it.....he will be able to feel
you getting wetter and sexier by the minute as you start up the long quiet
road to where SLAVE WOMAN really lives and submits to her Master.......he'll
see you strain at the cuffs and nestle down on and over him and start to enjoy
her Master's attentions....Oh, he'll see it....feel it, taste it, smell it
hear it and more, lovely submissive Slave Girl...indeed he will!
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SLAVE WOMAN: Thank you Sir -- you let me feel things I haven't for a long time
by telling you all this!  I must go now.......
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Conferencing/Chat Mode is ended.
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<G>ood-bye
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Command: g
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Logged on at 13:36:21
Logged off at 15:38:16
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(To be continued later by SLAVE WOMAN------------MASTER PAUL)