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The rest of the loft was occupied mostly by home-made bondage equipment, apart for a king size bed. He tried to convince me to try it again, but it was behind me now. He was single but he wanted a full time slave girl to live with him. You see, some of the things he did were long term rules or roles. Insert other media Insert existing attachment. Frank carefully helped me pack my few things in boxes for storage and in all seriousness, asked me to strip naked. I had known he had problems on the toilet for years but we never thought it was something that awful.

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As soon as he came home, he would start drinking and later in the evening, beat my mother for an offense or another he thinks she did to him. He apologized for the last part where he asked me to stay silent for so long. When he was there, he would train me in doing whatever he wanted me to do, including cooking, cleaning the loft or servicing him sexually. My father was an alcoholic. He did a lot of bondage demonstrations using me as a model and even practiced his suspensions on me which I kind of liked. I was warm, I was secure, I was loved and unlike her, the few times I was hit I actually welcomed and enjoyed it as it was usually followed by some of the best sex I ever had. Two months after I said my safe-word, I found a job in a burger joint, not a big chain but a mom-and-pop store where I was a waitress serving greasy burgers.