Enslaved
Monday, November 19th, 2007
It was not my first party. I had been to five or six others, or should I say I entertained at them. My jailer came by to tell me the preparations would begin in a few minutes. Right on schedule, the slave girls arrived and were let into my cell. I was bathed, shaved and scrubbed in silence, and they were ushered out, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Since arriving here about a year ago, my life has drastically change, to say the least. Thanks to my jailer I am stronger and more muscular, and I'm sure that my old friends would never recognise me. For one thing, I have no hair anywhere on my entire body. I have rings pierced through my nose, nipples and penis. I have not worn clothes for the entire time of my captivity. I live in a rather large cell situated in the center of a equally large room. My walls are iron bars, so that I may be constantly watched. My cell has two cameras to that follow me wherever I move to. I have a large bed, a chair, a TV, a toilet and a sunken shower and tub. It sounds luxurious, but being under this constant scrutiny leaves one feeling very naked and violated.
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