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| It was just a professional treatment. Just like beating and rubbing stained cloth, to remove all the dirt. And in the end, the cloth comes out so clean and lovely ! |
Your humble slave and servant and student bows at your feet and sends you her best regards. I am so eager to express my sincere gratitude to you Sir, for making my life into such a beautiful one. Like all young girls of my age, I was such a vain and egoistic girl that I thought I owned the whole world. I knew I was sexy. I knew I was smart. I expected every man to fall at my feet and beg me to show him my cunt. My GOD I was wrong !
I am lucky I got married to a real man -- Sanjay. He was firm with me and told my that I had to mend my ways. All my sexiness and all my beauty did not distract this man. He meant business -- he wanted me to be his most obedient wife. He tried for one month, just after our marriage, but I was a defiant bitch. Sanju knew he needed professional help, so he told me he was taking me to a "training" school. And he brought me and left me with you Sir. I was of course shocked initially to learn that I was in a harem. I even resisted at first.
Sir, your counselling session was most powerful and informative. My sister slaves who spent two nights with me, explained everything to me, patiently and beautifully. I even watched your slaves undergoing their slave softening sessions. I just could not help cumming in my skirt. It was after three days only that i signed the "consensual slavery" agreement. I also spent a lot of time reading every line of your "code of conduct" and visiting all your so very informative web sites. Sir, I salute you for all the pains you have taken, to make this a really wonderful experience for me.
Sir, you were kind enough to examine me personally, as my husband Sanjay watched. You checked my gag reflex, you checked my anal penetration power, and my cunt stiffness. You did not forget my lovely and hard boobs. Sanjay of course was watching all this and filming it. I knew he was enjoying the sight, because he was erect and dripping precum. You gave me so much pain and pleasure. Your examination session made me decide immediately that I had to become your slave at once.
I had seen the "one day in the life of madbull's slave" web page and I knew I was going to see some rough handling. And my GOD, yes it was rough. Every minute was a nightmare. Every orgasm I got was always after a lot of torture. I was in tears all the time, even while I was shaking with orgasmic trembles. My cunt felt so gooooooooooooood but all my body was in pain.
Sanju, in the maentime was having a whale of time. He was a guest and observer. He could watch everything which was being dome to me. He was also lucky to get to "handle" some of my sister slaves. He was also asked to personally give me some of your famous punishments. Sanju was particularly happy to watch (he was always naked and erect) your most cruel "slave softening sessions" which you inflicted on me. Every time I shrieked in pain, he would give me one good lashing with his whip. How romantic !
Each day, i learnt a new lesson, and as the days went by , even the punishments I got, came down. YES, Iwas becoming a perfect slut. Although the training had a lot of painful punishments, I knew they were not given out of malice or hatred. It was just a professional treatment. Just like beating and rubbing stained cloth, to remove all the dirt. And in the end, the cloth comes out so clean and lovely ! Me too, I was transformed into the perfect sex doll for my husband. I cannot forget my graduation day. I was asked to put up a display of the skills I learnt at the harem. I showed all the guests how I could make a bulldog cum, without using my hands. I remember the two gentlemen guests who were willing to buy me on the spot for an unimaginable amount. Thank GOD Sanju is not a greedy person. He decided to keep me.
I remember the drive back home. Sanju had his lady boss with him. He had invited her for the graduation. The boss made me lick her wet cunt and make her cum, while we were seated at the back seat of the car. Sanju had stopped the car and made a video film of the entire performance. He then gave me a hard and painful ass fuck. I was trained so well at the harem, I kept my smiling face on, in spite of the pain. This time it was the boss who filmed us. Two days later, Sanju got a HUGE promotion and a raise ! I know it is all because of you Sir. I could not have pleased Sanju's boss like this, without the training you gave me.
Respected Sir. You have brought out such a beautiful transfomation in me. I hope all husbands who read this letter will also do like Sanju. I hope all wives who read this will be as lucky as me. If this happens, the world will be such a beautiful place to live in.
May GOD bless you and all my sisters at the harem.
yours most humbly, slave seemaPS: I have now registered myself in the international slave rgister. My slave number is : 233 191 and my slave certificate is visible from : http://www.slaveregister.com/233191 . I would of course love to hear from all those who read this letter -- please route your mails through my master madbull at : [email protected]. My master will screen our mails and will send me only those which he considers appropriate for me. I would love to expalin all my experiences and give advise to newly weds who would like to be trained in obedience and submission.
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