Although Max couldn’t see anything, his hearing came to life. He realised the hood must have a build-in earphones because he could hear a voice talking to him. THANK YOU for visiting my virtual art gallery! Enjoy my original 'social documentary' photographs of various events ! Exactly 100 years after the Daily News first introduced her ancestors Omarino and Ricudo to the British public, Fany Kuiru, a Witoto Indian from Colombia, has appealed to the outside world to ‘help us uncover the fate of our Indigenous brothers … so that our ancestors’ spirits can rest in peace.’ Two days after, she did it again while I was sleeping, but this time, she went a step further. Again, I pretended to be asleep, but I know she knew I was awake. at her feet with much attention. 'WOW', I told to myself. What an awesome pair of feet. I stared at my aunt feet for couple of seconds and watched the

I’ve come to say goodbye, dear Peter. We must all move on. You could only be our gate slave for a short time. We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. I hope you are grateful. The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now. You must obey her as you would me. I hope you don’t think I was too cruel with you. I was strict, as I had to be. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor. We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter.” After receiving the photographs of her ancestors, Fany told Survival, ‘Every nation did its bit to exterminate Indigenous people: Colombia neglected them; Peru was mastermind and accomplice to the holocaust; England financed it, and Brazil uprooted Indians to work on the rubber plantations.’ Hi people. I am new to this mousepad, this is an awesome place to share out experiences. So, here I tell my own story, and I think this is the perfect place to

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Master returned pleased to see his latest rubber slave now standing in position; awaiting instructions. How much time had passed? Days? Months? Years? The answers to those questions lay outside the silence and darkness of her cell.

She continued. “This is real, Peter, not a dream, not just another of your story-fantasies! We have read your stories, of course! They are amusing stories. But now, you are about to experience the reality! This time, it’s not a story! This time, you find out what it’s like, to be a slave, for real!” She laughed at my expression. “You no doubt thinking that you are not a slave. Is that right? All men think that! It’s no problem! We have developed methods which efficiently transform any man, even the most arrogant, self-willed ones (like you, Peter!) into good slaves. Our methods are very simple: we keep our slaves chained, and we enforce our strict rules with severe punishments. Our methods have worked on every man who has ever come here. Our methods have never yet failed to make a man into a slave!” Now I am working as an assistant in a local office where I stay alone in a rent out apartment. It is 50 miles drive to my Goddess (aunt's) place. I was Liz didn’t know how long it had been since she started her sentence for a murder she didn’t commit, but it felt like a long time, even when she considered she was trapped in bondage and isolation for the whole duration. And while it had been worn down by all the time she had spent in isolation, the deep hope within her that her mistress would return and rescue her still remained. Well aunt, I will give it a try then.' and went for my studies to the university. Whole day long I was thinking about the incident happened in the morning.

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To celebrate the 2-year anniversary of posting my 1st story, I decided to write a sequel to catch up with hardcore masochist Liz after all that time, coincidently taking place on the 2-year anniversary of her imprisonment. If you want to learn how Liz got into this situation, read the 1st story here: HELLA SEXY GINGER LEATHERMAN STUD ! ! photographed by ADDA DADA ! ~ FOLSOM STREET FAIR 2021 ! ( safe photo ) wanted to become a mistress and that feeling came in to me when I was in high school. So I married your uncle because he promised me to be my slave forever. I

And finally we come to the entry that we felt we couldn't show you in any non-illustrated format, both because the images of it are too horrible and I figured everyone would rather see my party-robot doing this to Gladstone. I like to imagine that the sales pitch in the 80s toy commercial went something like this: "Hey kids, tired of all those old, boring party games? Does pin the tail on the donkey make you wonky? Is bobbing for apples appalling? Are lawn darts giving you long farts? That last one didn't make sense, and it doesn't need to, thanks to anal ring toss! Just jam the plastic rod up someone else's ass and throw rings at it. That's literally the entire point of this thing! Throwing rings at a plastic rod jammed in someone else's ass! Get yours today!" Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. Then they took her. That was all she could remember for now. The photographs are properly marked SAFE or RESTRICTED ( 18+ only / nudity). There are NO porn nor stolen photos ! said and she asked me directly whether I can do that job when my uncle is not there. Internally I was overjoyed, but I was so shy to express my feeling. '

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Perfect. Now all that is left is to seal him in and then we can get finished up here!” the man exclaimed, delighted with how the processing of his new capture into a rubber slave was going.

She cannot keep you against your will. You have to fight for your freedom! Make her realize you mean business. In just 12 years, Casement estimated that 30,000 Indigenous people had been enslaved, tortured, and murdered to provide for Europe and the United States’ growing demand for rubber.Mmmmmhh!” Liz screamed, her eyes filling with horror as she could not even look away from her former mistress. Liz didn’t know when it was when she heard a noise that sounded like metal grinding against metal. Her last meal could have happened minutes or hours before. She initially dismissed the sound as being one of her many hallucinations, but soon after, she was suddenly blinded by an intense light. With how long she had spent in darkness, it took her eyes several seconds to adjust to the light. As they did, she noticed the door to her cell was opened, allowing light from the hallway to pour into her cell. that my aunt was watching it with very carefully. Though I also had a great foot fetish, I tried to hide my likeness in front of my aunt. But at the end of the Oh? Did you really think I was here to release you?” Elena taunted. “Hahaha. Pathetic. Of course, you always were a pathetic little slut. I was planning to just suffocate you with a plastic bag and throw you in some landfill, but then I realized that is exactly what you were expecting. That’s what you wanted, and you need to understand Liz, if someone displeases me like you did, I’m not going to give them what they want.” The EMO Kid then proceeded to the refrigerator and produced a cold beverage. He lifted me up to sit upright on the bed and proceeded to help me drink the beverage. “May I have another beverage”, I asked the EMO Kid. “In about fifteen minutes. You don’t want to drink too much too fast”, replied the EMO Kid. I was beginning to feel better, even though I was still sealed inside the Rubber Prison. I could feel the Chastity Device pressing against my Member.