Another recording

This time you see an athletic black girl. She is wearing a sexy schoolgirl outfit – crop top, red plaid screen, on her legs you see white thigh high stockings. She is looking at some point above the camera. After a moment of silence she finally looks straight and start talking:

"Hello" she smiles, but her smile looks weird, like it doesn't belong to this face "you know it's weird. It's weird to understand what happened to me and...to not understand it at all. I know that I'm not making a lot of sense but..." suddenly she jumps up a little and you see that she has a metal collar attached to her neck. You are not sure what happened, but you think that it shocked her. Is it electric? It seems so. Anyway she quickly starts talking again:

"My name is Keisha. My whole life changed in just one day. I know that it sounds cliche, but what can I do? That's true. And it was one bet that changed everything. One stupid..." she jumped up again, now it is clear that she, in fact, is wearing a shock collar "sorry about that. So, it was when I was in the last grade, I obviously had a big plans for the future. I wasn't sure what I will do after high school, but I knew that I will become someone special, well at least I thought so. There was one guy in my class, who was really getting on my nerves. He wasn't an asshole per se, but he loved to tease or mock me. He wasn't stupid, but he also wasn't very bright..."

This time the shock sends her on the floor. She shakes for a moment and then looks at the camera and says:

"Sorry I meant to say that he was the smartest and the most handsome guy I've ever seen. I was just stupid and I didn't recognize it back then, but later I got it. Anyway you could say that the two of us were competing against each other. I know it's stupid that I thought that I could compete with him, he is so much superior in every way, but I was a naive young girl and I didn't know much" she sighs and shakes a little. You are beginning to wonder if she hasn't some other device attached to her...private parts. It makes sense – it looks like somebody is conditioning her, so he'll probably use pleasure as well as pain. You start to think how it would feel to be in her place, how would it feel be to be trained like this. You fight hard to control your urges and try to focus on her words

"I shouldn't bore you with exact details how it happened that I belong to Master now, it doesn't matter in the long run and it would take too much time to describe it. But I will tell you about my day, what I'm doing as Master's ****. I wake up early and begin to prepare a meal for MasThe Messageter. Yeah, I know in modern age it seems absurd, but Master says that he loves it when his meals have "my touch", whatever it means. After breakfast is ready I go to our..." it seems that she received a mild shock "I mean his room, then I put the food into heat–keeping box and I wait till he wakes up. After he opens his eyes I open the box and give him his breakfast, still kneeling. Then, when he is tasting if food is to his liking, I start to take care of his manhood. First I..." she stammers a little and shifts uncomfortably "...I fondle his balls, then I lick them. At this moment he is already hard so I take him into my mouth and begin to slowly suck him off. I'm not in a hurry, because I know that he will take his time with his breakfast. I'm slowly working around his shaft, I am moving my tongue around it. Then he pats my head, it means that I have to speed it up. At this moment his cock is already quite slippery, so given my experience I have no problem with fitting his full length inside my mouth and then I start bobbing my head up and down, up and down, giving him as much pleasure as I can. As you probably already know, at that point he is close to cumming, so I just double up my efforts. And, in a few seconds, I swallow his hot cum. Then he smiles to me and kisses my forehead, sometimes he adds <<good girl>>. Words like this make me happy, because when I hear them I know that I did a good job."

She stops for a moment trying to catch her breath and then says: "I could tell you much more about my life, how I have to behave when he wasn't home, what we are doing in his free time, but what's the point? I want to tell you about something else. You probably think something along the lines: <<I will never be like her. That's sick!>> and things like that. I know, I would probably think the same if I was in your place. But you know...this life isn't as bad as it looks. Yeah, I know what you think" she smiles to the camera "<<this girl was abused to the point she began to like it, she has what they called back in the day <<Stockholm Syndrome>>. Maybe that's true. But let's be serious for a moment. Think about all of your dreams and plans. What do you think, what are the chances that they will come to fruition, that you'll achieve your goals?" she pauses for a moment and you think about what she said. She kind of has a point but the high probability of failure isn't a reason to just give up! Or is it?

"Not great, right?" she continues "So what will you do if you fail?" its interesting that nobody shocks her anymore although she wasn't speaking fast and she was carefully choosing her words, seems that whoever was doing it before, likes what she's saying. "We both know that, right? You will probably live a long, bitter life, trying to make ends meet and raise your children, thinking about what has gone wrong and what could you've done differently. But at least you'd be free, right? But what kind of freedom is that? You can't really do whatever you want, you're the ****, like me, you just don't feel the collar around your neck. But you know what? I really believe that slavery is the real freedom. Think about it. You will be free of every obligation besides one – obedience to your master. No worries about earning money, about working your ass off, you be will provided with everything you need. And sex" she smiles "sex will be incredible, I can guarantee it. Are you sure that being a **** is so bad?"

And with that words the recording ends. Although you don't want to admit it, there is something that sounds true in her words. Maybe...maybe she was right. Maybe you don't need all of this stress and nerves, maybe you just need to...let go? You shake off this thoughts and then you remember than you are kneeling, bare naked and your worst enemy is looking at you and smirks. Then he asks you the question: