Red Rubber: The Story of the Rubber Slave Trade Flourishing on the Congo on the Year of Grace 1906

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I became her sex slave. I had no idea she was a lesbian. She is very good in bed, she cares for me, she loves me—but I need a normal life, with a boyfriend and a husband in the future. Well aunt you really have beautiful feet, and they really deserve great pampering, and I can see uncle has done his job well. ' She smiled for what I

her dirty soles million times. Now I do not feel the taste of anything as i always eat and drink her waste. There are hundreds of marks left behind all over my 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. I came to the living room after taking a wash and my aunt was sitting on the sofa, and she did not looked at me at that time. I asked whether she was allOk, listen to this very carefully, I am not a normal mistress whom you will find around. I really want to be the queen in the house and none is allowed 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!”

Be quiet!” she shouted. I was immediately silent. She was quite frightening when she spoke like that! She was very angry! put your cousin into a far away school because I wanted to be a real mistress at home. Well enough of that, now YOU have to replace your uncle's position

How much time had passed? Days? Months? Years? The answers to those questions lay outside the silence and darkness of her cell. She cannot keep you against your will. You have to fight for your freedom! Make her realize you mean business. and now it’s time to permanently hide your identity and individuality, as you become my latest rubber slave”. I was selected to a local university which is about 150 miles away from my home. And my parents asked me to stay in my aunt's place (which is just near the

She started hearing footsteps that only got louder as time went on and silhouettes began appearing in the doorway. With how used to isolation she was, the sound and light was really disorienting. As her eyes continued adjusting to the brightness, Liz began to recognize one of the silhouettes. She continued “I see you are a well-fed male. And have not been exercising much. All our inmates are overweight and unfit when they arrive. We remedy that gradually, and with care, so that our men become as lean and strong, as males are naturally intended to be. But our Society provides more improvement than purely physical. We modify male attitudes, and make males into good slaves of women. I emphasize the word “good”. Any male can be a bad slave. We train males to be good slaves!” Next morning, while having breakfast, my aunt sat beside me at the table and had a look at me with a different smile in her face. I asked what was the matter To an onlooker, this is where the base of the zip would normally be found on the type of rubber suit the Master had fitted Max not long after his abduction.THANK YOU for visiting my virtual art gallery! Enjoy my original 'social documentary' photographs of various events ! Thank you, Miss. I don’t know what to say! I think there’s been a mistake. This has nothing to do with my stories. I’m just here for a weight loss course. I don’t know anything about what you….” 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. ' First couple of months, I went to the university early morning and came home in the evening, and had a little chat with my aunt before going to bed. One day we What was her mistress doing? Wasn’t Elena here to rescue her? Why weren’t the nurses doing anything?