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Posts submitted in April

Added: 2008-04-22 19:55:29
Mondays Dom Session

.....I went to see a Master I know last night, as mentioned in my earlier blog. He told me expressly not to be late but I am always late for everything as the hours I keep are unconventional and I had spent a lot of time looking for batteries for a vibe and thoroughly cleansing myself to the point I had given myself an upset stomach so couldn't actually leave the house until that had passed. I hate doing enemas but they are compulsory.

I actually made good time and thought I wouldn't be more than ten minutes late, that is, until I got to the station, went to buy a couple of beers and checked a text he'd sent me ages ago. It said that the station I needed to go to was elsewhere, very close by but not the one I was at. Damn!!! So I had a look for taxis and couldn't find any available and decided the best thing to do, to also save money was get back on the tube. It shouldn't take long I thought. Eventually I got to the other station and a new text had come in saying that the station I was at previously was afterall the closest!!! By this time I was flustered, and lugging around a heavy bag with my back wasn't comfortable. He told me to calm down and just taxi it over, so I did, passing the station I was at previously, grrrr. Now it was closer to 8pm than the 7.30 arrival he has told me to stick to. I apologised but if I thought I would get out of a beating for it then I was sadly delusional. Oh dear.

He was waiting in the doorway of the 2 story London flats he lives in, he took my bag and pushed me up against the wall, grabbing my throat straight away in a grip I couldn't escape and kissed me deeply and then clinched my tongue so hard it made me scream out a little. He told me I still tasted good. He didn't let go of my throat but just regarded me for what seemed like a very long time. Then up the stairs we went to his apartment. I was first met with confusion as everything seemed different, the rooms had changed around, and it was disorientating as its been a while since I had visited. We went in the kitchen and again he grabbed my throat and kissed me. We sat down to chat and drink for a while, and I showed him what I had brought with me. He liked my shoes a lot and the corsets and chose the shiny one for me to wear. After a while he decided we'd talked enough, he grabbed my throat again and told me one reason he liked playing with me so much was because I was so pretty and also because I am cheeky and it gives him even more reason to punish me if I really wanted to make it harder for myself. He later told me whilst squeezing my throat so hard I couldn't breathe, that he was fully aware though that at any time he could easily stop my cheekiness and knew that I myself knew this. I agreed and later (gag off) told him that was the reason I saw him, as I knew he could keep me in check and ultimately overcome me. I have experienced the worst caning ever with him in the past, I really didn't know what hit me at the time, but I did deserve it and I know that its unwise for me to push him too far, despite a bit of lip, defiance in my eyes and laughter from me now and then. I will only go so far. Apparently that particular cane was cut up due to being far to harsh for anyone including his long term sub! And there was I, then a real novice being subjected to a violent thrashing with the thing!!! I've never forgotten it and he admitted on that occasion he was merciless.

Anyway, I'd put my shoes on whilst we had been chatting, he pulled me up and put a blindfold on me and restraints on my wrists behind my back and led me through to another room. It was hard to walk in the shoes and even more difficult as not having sight or my own hands to feel for the walls, I kept worrying I'd fall over and break my ankle even though he was guiding me slowly. Once in the other room he found a ball gag and hood to put on me and said I looked good in the gag, very good. I was still wearing the skirt and shirt I had arrived in and the stockings I'd obviously had on with them. He got my tits out and started pinching them, and applying clamps, unfortunately I have what he calls 'the perfect breasts for torture' and so they tend to get clamps attached and pinched so hard I have to beg for him to stop. Although, I do like it hard sometimes to a certain degree it turns me on. I was then told to spread my legs, I did so, his fingers explored inside me and he exclaimed that I had a dripping wet cunt and I obviously loved his treatment of me, he smeared my juices around my mouth and gave my ass a few hard slaps. I then stood still so he could take some pics of me. I found this really hard in the shoes, keeping any sort of balance in them is a real feat (no pun intended). So he decided it was perhaps better if he took them off my feet, even though he said they were very pretty and he loved them. They werent much good for me to kneel before him if he pushed me down, I might do myself some serious injury. I agreed.

So I got down on my knees. Then he had me chained to his fireplace, arms stretched behind my back so my body fell forward and it pulled on my shoulders and made me straighten up and sit up now and then on my knees to relieve the strain. After a while it became very uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do being gagged, blindfolded and hooded. He sat and watched me calling me names for a while and saying he knew that I liked being so helpless. I could tell he was enjoying the display. He let me free and removed the restraints and gag, etc and I was told to take off my skirt and he helped me with my shirt and top so I was just in my underwear. He told me to get back on my knees and so I did. Sit with your legs open bitch he commanded and so I did. He said I looked really sexy that way, tits pushed together and told me to stay that way for more pics. Half the time with my eyes everted looking to the floor as he said they should be right then. If I did happen to gaze up and grin cheekily my face was slapped, and then slapped again for turning my head away from him at the force of the blow and in an attempt to avoid a further slap. So I had to keep my face turned towards him so he could slap me. He placed clamps on my tongue which really hurt and then pegs which I can cope with far better, then came more nipple clamps and they were harsh, he pulled them hard and then pinched them harder. I screamed out and he asked me 'what?' I said 'it hurts Sir' and he said 'do you want me to stop?' I said 'yes', he hurt me even more and shouted 'Yes what?', I replied 'Yes Sir', this wasn't enough and he continued 'Tell me what you want bitch?', I was struggling now, he knew I really didn't want to beg and my proudness amused him, he told me to beg. He continued until I could take no more, I begged, he stopped and laughed at me. I looked at him in annoyance and he asked me what? I said he knew what, he said he wanted me to tell him and so I told him he knew how hard it was for me to beg. And of course he knew.

Then I was released and the blindfold came off, a wide black rubber collar was tightened around my neck and he said my corset needed to go on. I made the mistake of getting up to go and get the corset from the other room, he quickly slapped me down back onto my knees. 'Did I tell you to move?' he shouted, 'No Sir' I admitted sheepishly and stayed exactly where I was as he went to fetch it and came back and fitted it on me. He said it looked great and he knew a corset would make me look fantastic and I could probably take one a few inches smaller to really tighten me up. Ropes were placed around my tits which pinned my arms to my back in a cross shape, folded. It was uncomfortable, my hand and arm on one side hurt but I had to bear it. He inspected me from the front and from the back, fingered me and made me lick his fingers clean, and then pushed me down on the floor and told me to put my head right down where it should always be. He liked me in this position but made me lay on my stomach instead so he could rest his boot firmly on my shoulders and then push it into my face, squashing me like an ant. He grabbed my hair and asked me 'who are you?', I couldn't answer that question. I didn't know what kind of answer he was expecting from me? In the end I said 'I'm Aprille' and he said it was the wrong answer, he didn't think I should have any name at all and that if I did he would give it to me, it was his choice what he wanted to call me, I was just meat, nothing more. I agreed and loved the idea of him assigning me a name. Then he ordered me to lick his boots and said I did it very well. He took some pics. Then put the gag back on me and the blindfold and made me get on the sofa with my ass in the air, which I did. He said he was going to make me wait to be fucked, he was going to have a cigarette and his glass of wine in a leisurely manner and sit watching me helpless for a while, which he did enjoying the sound of my laboured breathing. I was very briefly fucked after being taught a lesson about arriving late, cancelling our last appointment and being cheeky.

In the same position he said he was going to use what his long term sub called 'The Punisher' and it would be worse for me as I had a big ass and he liked big asses, he liked to beat them for longer! I squealed at this through the gag. Oh shit I thought!!! Again he let me think about it for a while and how I would apologise and learn my lesson...or rather 'when' I would learn my lesson? Then it came. Five hard slaps of the thing on each cheek which made me squeal again like a piggy. I didn't like it. Then more. The gag was removed, was I sorry? 'Yes, I'm sorry Sir', but I smilingly said it, my sarcastic jokey mouth gets me into trouble once again. I didn't sound very sorry or convincing enough, it sounded as if I wasn't taken him seriously and I surely hadnt learn my lesson. On the gag went again. He told me I hadnt learnt my lesson and in fact he remembered I cancelled last time and one great thing about being a Dom was that he knew full well he had cancelled in the past but the injustice of it was that I was the one to be punished, not him. He knew it was unfair but he didn't care, so was I sorry I cancelled, was late and cheeky? I had better be but he didn't much care if I made it harder for myself as he liked beating me! I was then treated to a manner of implements on my ass, my pussy and the soles of my feet, the flogger which as usual turned me on and he recognised this, the punisher, his belt; I knew when his belt was coming off despite being blind to it, the sound is so distinctive and he asked me if I knew what was coming next, I certainly did. And a ruler, this was horrible and stung like crazy and I didn't know how many slaps of it he would administer and just hoped it would be over quickly. Then came one sharp twang of a rather nasty long dressage riding crop...only one as the crop (and cane) is one of my limits but he tells me he thinks training is required to rectify this so I can take it only for him as previously I did. I was struggling to escape as he hurt my soles with the ruler so he made sure I was kept firmly in place by sitting on me. Eventually the gag came off again and I was once again asked if I had something to say to him. I said I was sorry for being late and sorry for being cheeky, he asked if that was all? I said yes, I didn't laugh this time. He said I sounded very sexy and seductive when I wasn't laughing but I'd forgotten something and he wanted to see if my voice could become even more sexy. So I was punished again until he told me that I'd forgotten about cancelling on him. My memories really bad and I wasn't really concentrating on that with the beating so it really slipped my mind even though he'd mentioned it ten minutes before, doh! I did say I was sorry and this time he let me be. He asked if I wanted more and I said no, I was glad it was over but at the same time being punished, beaten, does get me going, it makes me wet, the control someone else has over me in those moments and the fact that they can treat me like shit with me helpless really gets my mind going. Sometimes I do like being hurt and treated like an inferior lowly cunt only useful as an object and given a good old fashioned hiding by a powerful dominant man intent on showing me who's boss. But on the whole pain isnt my thing really, its a weird one, hard to analyse.

Afterwards we had a break, another drink and I was treated to a view of his pics gallery and a cigarette, I needed one by then even though I only occasionally smoke, and this is only after I've had a few drinks if the mood takes me, if at all. He took some pics of me with a cock gag, and a noose around my neck and then it was time I was anally fucked and used as a deepthroat whore.

On the bed I was made to go on all fours and spread for him, the ball gag he then put on me was huge and it was hard to bear. It had lots of bite marks already on it and I wondered at how many subs he had used like this? He told me that was the reason he liked this particular gag, the marks, and the size of it, and that sluts look better when there mouth is full. This one I had no chance of breathing well in, unlike the smaller version. It was the biggest gag I've ever tried. So with head down on the bed, ass up, I spread myself and exposed my cunt and ass to him. He had put the blindfold and hood back on so I had no idea when he would take me. Again he sat and drank and smoked and looked at me telling me my cunt was a great sight to behold, explaining to me he was going to use me like meat as that's all I was, a silly little bitch who was desperate to be fucked and needed to be used appropriately. After a while he came over to me and fucked my ass which I always love and can take a really good pounding for ages, it makes me dripping wet. He grabbed my hair and my corset and used them to make sure I was pulled hard against his cock. He told me it was the only way to fuck a cunt like me, and I loved it. Then he worked on my cunt and then it was time for me to suck him so the gag came off. I found this hard in such a wide collar and struggled along for a while but said it would be easier and better if the collar came off too, so he took it off and I was able to suck far more efficiently. He made me suck him for ages. My mouth stretched to capacity as his cock is wide and large and real mouthful, by this time my jaw was aching from it and the gag beforehand but he didn't care. I was then instructed to get on all fours again so he could fuck my ass, and then back to sucking. It went on like this for an hour or more, fuck and suck, fuck and suck. With me sucking him in all manner of positions, the best being with my arms stretched out along each side of the bed, kneeling, legs spread on the floor and him standing above me. I took him to the balls and he didn't have to teach me as he thought he might have to. I know what I'm doing and have already been trained with this. I played with different dildos, the magic wand and a bottle for a while and later he filmed me taking his cock orally, 2 short films before he eventually came. He told me it had been good, then he said it had been really, really good, and laughed and said it had been really, really, really good! I was pleased, naturally. My jaw ached like crazy by then as he takes so very long to reach climax which I'm told is normal for him and was my bad luck. He wanted my jaw to ache all week so I remembered his cock inbetween my lips. We called it a night and chatted for a while before sleeping.

I didn't sleep much, only 4 hours and woke up with a bit of a cold so I decided to get up earlier than I was going to and got showered and dressed leaving Sir to sleep for a while longer before he had to head off to work and I, home. I sat in the other room so as not to disturb him but he soon called me in saying 'this cock won't suck itself', I laughed, got on the bed and replied 'well, you never know, it might!', he laughed and I got on with my duty of being 'cocksucker' to him whilst in his company as his sub slave. My nose kept running so I had to keep sniffing and taking breaths but he told me to keep going and not dare stop, that I was so good at it and if I lived closer he would regularly call me to come and suck him for an hour before sending me on my way. Then I took him to the hilt and concentrated on the head until he took his cock in hand and told me to open my mouth, I swirled my tongue around on the tip which really turned me on. Then enveloped his cock back in my mouth and he came and forced it all the way down so it shot down my throat. He thanked me and I told him he was welcome. My sub services were dispensed with for now and I returned home. All day my nipples have been sore and erect, my ass is sore and my cunt is a little. I ache from being tied in odd positions and made to stay on all fours for so many hours and not having much sleep. But I like the sore nipples and squeezing them slightly gets me horny in a split second as I imagine someone else playing with them. The thought of more anal is very appealing also and I hope I meet someone else this week to continue using me as the slut I am and this time, stretch my cunt wide and fill it to the brim.

Added: 2008-04-22 19:54:08
Sundays Dom

I met a Dom Sunday who took me out for a birthday meal and drinks and got me to talk about how dirty I was and what I had done and what he would like to do with me. Whilst in the pub he told me he wanted me to remove my panties in the toilets when I went, put them in my bag and show them to him on my return. I did so, he liked that. Lets get out of here and find somewhere dark and secluded he said, so off we went.

As we were walking he pulled my hand to his now hard cock and told me it was my doing. We found somewhere just off the main street which had a railed gate which I commented would be good for cuffing me to. He said he bet I'd like to be bent over and raped by a group of passers by and I agreed. He pinned me to the wall and his hands instantly headed for my freshly shaven and already wet cunt where he searched around deep inside me and I sighed in appreciation as he kissed me hard on the lips searching my mouth in desperation as his already solid cock started twitching and straining to get out. He remarked on my wetness, saying I was certainly a slut but he could tell I loved it, I smiled. But this was not the place and so we walked up to the station and got onto a train.

It was late, there were many empty carriages, very easy to play. The journey was short but long enough for him to do what he wanted with me. He made me spread my legs wide open so he could sit and look at my cunt which he said was very pretty, perfect, gorgeous. Soon his fingers were back inside me and my juices being smeared over my lips, lips he'd earlier said were pussy shaped with the shiny red lipstick I'd been ordered to wear. Now those lips also tasted of pussy too! I found a can of body spray in my bag as I hadnt thought to bring a dildo out with me, it wasn't mean to be anything more than 'friendly', but I should know by now that any man who meets me will not return without first having sampled me, even if its not on the cards initially. I inserted the can into my cunt which was already very wet and fucked myself with it, I was so horny, I wanted to be used by many and be fisted but he kept me frustrated and wouldn't fist me leaving me begging but to no avail. At the station stops I wasn't allowed to shut my legs, but remain in position so that anyone who walked past might see me, I didn't care, I wanted them to. Secretly I hoped that a group of men would come into the carriage and use me. No one saw though. The sight of my exposed cunt and the can which my pussy slowly pushed out before I pushed it back in again suddenly forced him to unzip his combats and force his thick cock into my mouth without warning. 'Suck you dirty slut' he commanded and I did as I was told but not properly, so he made sure then that I took it as far as possible, he soon came in my mouth and I swallowed his seed and resummed my open legged position as I hadnt been told otherwise. He gazed at my cunt for a bit and we chatted. he said he wanted to see me again and I was indeed a real filthy slut and he loved it. My stop was approaching, so I gathered my things and we parted. Me leaving him happy and satisfied, my job was done.

I went home quite happy and texted and arranged another meeting for the following evening with a different Dom, one which I have seen a few times before. That evening was a start but I wanted far more, a real session.....onto the next blog....

Added: 2008-04-20 21:21:12
Thanks

Just wanted to say, thanks for your support to the wise people on here who didnt read too much into last weeks blogs and I do appreciate that we all have different views and none of us will always agree with one another but theres a right way and a wrong way of stating that without flaming a person over and over. I for one am done with explaining everything I say now. Please do NOT take it all so personally, its not directed at anyone, if you do choose to do this then its your own look out.

A Master once taught me a lesson which I didnt remember until yesterday...but at least I did remember....this lesson was taught harshly and I hated every minute of it but as I say, I remember it so I guess it worked...he said I shouldnt take any notice of whats said on this site, and to take it with a pinch of salt as the only thing that really matters is 'real life experience'....NOT cyber chat. He was right!

Anyway, I saw a Dom tonight who made me behave like the slut I am, and I'm going to see a Master tomorrow night of whom I cant wait to see, its my birthday treat. I said I wanted to see him and he corrected my text and asked me what was wrong with it? I had forgotten to phrase it correctly and call him Sir, oops. I had forgotten that it wasnt what 'I' wanted, but what 'he' wanted. I am always pulled up about things like that and have to tell him my mistake and rectify it before he decides if I'm worthy of being abused by 'Sir'. I quite like this little test, it makes me giggle and gets me thinking, sometimes I might do it completely unintentionally in my overenthusiasm to know if hes free to see me, so its good he pulls me up on it but I might have to pay the price tomorrow night anyhow and I might get some pics, I have a feeling I will certainly be marked.

Added: 2008-04-17 11:46:48
Words and Pictures
I noticed that there are people who post loads on here but only ever words, never real pictures of themselves and their antics. I do have to wonder if they had their pics up would they be as forthcoming with their words? Putting oneself online in media form makes a person vulnerable, far more than if they hadnt done so. Online anonymity means you can say whatever you like and its even easier if theres no reference point of what you look like. Some people havent even filled out a profile full stop and yet expect to be answered in a mail. There should be some basic rules to joining on this site where you have to fill out a profile and have a pic, however sketchy the profile is and however blurred or masked the pic. Just my point of view of course.

Added: 2008-04-15 15:17:00
In response to 'A Dull Slave'

Okay people, youve once again taken me too literally here...god, whats a girl to do? This site is all about excessive explanation and it really pisses me off!

I was posing a 'what if' question. Isnt it possible that a slave could get too stepford wifey? I myself have seen posters ads looking for this very type of slave, I have read comments about vacant empty looks in a slaves eyes. I'm not blind. Like most things in life if you do something too much it can become boring, or am I imagining that? It hasnt for me, I could serve one particular Dom for my whole life and never get tired of all this, but thats another story. I simply wanted to know how you can stop this happening if it ever threatened to happen? There are some who trade their slaves in for new models afterall, so how might one stop this disatisfaction creeping in in the first place? Isnt it possible that a slave could get stale for his or her Master? It can happen in any kind of relationship that things get lacklustre, not just bdsm.

I know Masters that hate completely obediant subs and slaves, cant abide it as it utterly bores them to have a sub thats trained so well she has no fighting spirit left and just does everything shes told straight away. I also know Masters who cant abide any disobediance whatsoever and dont find cheekiness in any form acceptable. Everyones different.

I've heard Masters talk about their slaves like they hate them and they only put up with them cos they happen to satisfy them, not cos they like them at all which I found terrible. And I've heard Masters talk about their slaves in the same way anyone would talk about a much loved pet or reveal how great they think their partner is. Again, two sides of the coin. So I simply painted the scenario of what if the slave is a bit vacant, which incidently, she or he may well of been before any training started, and what if the Master got bored? Is that so appauling to discuss? I honestly dont and cant believe that everything is always so rosey. Not everyones so damn lucky or perfectly matched. So give me a break for gods sake cos I am really sick of all this now!

Added: 2008-04-15 12:46:48
Whatever!

Hmm, you know, I cant even be bothered to comment on the latest blog pulling me up on this site. Whatever! We've all got our own views but I dont need to make a posting quoting someones blog that I dont agree with to try and publically humiliate a supposed wayward sub. LOL

Added: 2008-04-14 18:16:40
You can now comment on my blogs
Okay guys, I've changed my settings so you can now comment on my blogs. But just to say, the reason I removed that function in the first place was because there were certain people out there who only wanted to leave me nasty abusive messages and I do believe I have as much right as anyone to write my own thoughts and feelings down on my own blog so will not tolerate negative posts which I feel outright attack me for having a view. If you feel the need to do so mail me instead and take it up with me or move on. So if that happens again I will again turn of the function which enables people to leave comments!!! Youve been warned.

Added: 2008-04-14 17:06:40
Can a trained slave ever become simply a dull slave?

I wonder how many people out there have what they thought they always wanted only to discover that it has now become boring and ordinary and they really wanted someone who would present more of a challenge, someone they could enjoy breaking on a longer time frame rather than straight away?

If one craves a certain kind of slave what then happens when they eventually find one to their satisfaction, train it and it does as its told morning, noon and night, presenting no challenge whatsoever to its owner. Surely that would become predictable and limp pretty soon? I wonder about the lifespan of such a slave before it is perhaps thrown away or sold on. And maybe that is one such reason I will always keep a certain element of defiance and present a bit of a challenge to whomever decides to take me on. The thought of becoming predictable and boring isnt something I would ever like to imagine being moulded into, only then to be discarded for being too robotic, for losing that sparkle in the eyes which has now been replaced with a blank gaze. Besides which, if like me sometimes you enjoy the fighting back, the struggling, the force as youre taken, raped, then losing all will to retain some fight within you would simply defeat the object. Being obediant has its place but for me so does being bratty and asking for punishment and a little violence.

So how does one not get caught up in becomming so perfectly broken and moulded that they essentially transform into a lifeless drone? And how does a Master feel if hes trained up a slave to his exacting standards only to then feel slightly tired of it and a little disappointed that its not as he thought it would be? Or does this simply never happen?

Added: 2008-04-14 16:46:38
Deepthroat and oral generally

Last night I had a chance to get in some deepthroat. It didnt require force, I did it all by myself, on two occassions nearly making myself puke as my eyes watered and I took that cock all the way down! There are times where I just really need a cock in my mouth and crave hot cum down my throat. And this was one of them. It helped that the person I was with is someone I know well and have wanted for ages now, it also helped that we were both very drunk and there was no awkwardness this morning which obviously being mates there shouldnt be. I dont feel it would be right to say too much more on this as he's a friend and that makes it personal and I want to respect him and his privacy being as hes so secretive about his sexlife.

I just wanted to talk about oral really as its a double edged sword really. There are times when I really love it and can suck all night and dont want to stop. And yet there are times where I cant stand it and its no fun at all and I will judge a guy on how hes made me suck his cock and if I havent liked it too much and I got into a real state with it, ie...eyes stinging with mascara overload, nose running badly and getting all hot and bothered and puking, I might not see that man again just because I cant face going through all that again. For me, I do get off when a guy forces me on his cock but theres a limit to how much it gets me off depending on how forceful he is. I like it when I know I'm doing a damn good job without excessive force, without getting into a state, cos then I can keep going for longer and enjoy it and I feel my cunt juicing up and you can almost see my eyes smiling with satisfaction and lust over the act I'm performing. Those times are the best times and those times are the ones I crave and when I think 'god, I need a cock between my lips', orally, its that kind of experience I'm after, with a little hair pulling perhaps, a little face slapping, and alot of name calling of course before being fucked in the ass hard or something!

So, its my birthday on Saturday and I'm wondering whats the best course of action as I now have quite a few men to choose from aswell as a group, if I like the guy, who wants me to be his new partner for his group that is. I'm yet again hoping for the 3sum with the Dom off this site and his sub the day before, but if that doesnt happen would hope to meet one of the others and maybe go out for a drink with my mate on the evening of my day, before we go out properly the weekend after. I just hope that something horny comes out of this weekend as yet again I need some cock!!!

Added: 2008-04-04 20:23:08
Selling Slaves...some questions I would like answered

This is just out of curiousity...when does one feel the need to 'sell on' a slave? And is the selling purely because of boredom or the chemistry dying or is it because one feels theres nowhere left to go with that particular slave and they have been taught as much as you can teach them? (which basically means theyre in tip top condition for a brand new owner). Or maybe its because the slave isnt serving you well and making you happy that you wish to sell her on? If so, what would she have to do in order to warrant such a decision?

How much does 'selling' really go on? Or is it rare? How do you go about finding an owner? How much do you charge for the slave? And what happens if your slave really is very happy with you and doesnt want to be sold on or doesnt like the new owner at all? Presumably she came to you because she wanted to and wasnt sold to you. And lastly...if she was actually sold to you....has that fact made any difference? Is she any better or worse than a slave that wasnt sold to you?

I hope some of you can answer my questions as I am totally oblivious as to how this all works.

Thanks.

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