Hello

How are you doing today? Have you been thinking about me as much as I have been thinking about you?

Oh, yes! I am married, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun on the side. In fact, it makes things even more exciting, don't you think? You know my husband works long hours and is never around. We both crave attention and affection, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I found someone to fulfill those needs while he's gone... like you!

Oh really? You're offering to have me come over to your flat? That's so naughty of you! I can't help but get wet just thinking about it... Is your bed big enough for both of us, or would you rather have me use my hands to make myself cum right there on the spot?

I didn't realize you were such a dominant man! I like the way your mind works, and it only makes me want to please you even more. Fucking me on the floor might be what we need for tonight... so let's get down and dirty! My pussy is already dripping wet just from hearing your words.

Oh, taking me to your car? What an exciting adventure this is turning out to be! I'm already shivering with anticipation as I picture us in the backseat, our bodies pressed together as you fuck me hard against the leather seat. Just imagine if someone were to see us... They'd never know we weren't married or that this was all just meant for fun!

Oh, no... You're joking, right? I mean, we've gotten so close already... Maybe if you just tell me that it was all a game and you don't really mean to sell me off like this...? Please, let's talk about this!

Aaah! Let go of my hair, you animal! This is not what we talked about! I thought we were supposed to have fun together... ohhhh God... the pain in my scalp is unbearable... just stop it, please... please let me go.

My scalp is on fire! You bastard... after everything we shared, this is how you repay me? I can't believe this is happening... sob... please just let me go, at least show some mercy. Don't let them hurt me any more...

I thought I could trust you... that we could have some fun together without hurting anyone. But you turned out to be a monster, just like them. My pussy doesn't deserve this kind of pain anymore... please let me go... please show mercy...

Oh, please... stop this madness! I've said it before and I'll say it again: my pleasure doesn't come from being treated like an object or being hurt. If that were the case, then anyone could have satisfied me. It comes from trust, respect, and affection... none of which you seem to understand. Let me go. Please.

What? You're kidding, right? After everything that's happened, you still expect me to trust you again? I don't think so, my friend. No amount of apologizing or explaining will ever make this okay. Just leave me be and find someone else to play your little games with.

It's obvious that you don't understand the gravity of the situation. I'm not some object you can just dispose of when you're done playing with me. The brothel is no place for someone like me, and I refuse to let myself be subjected to such treatment any longer. So please, leave me out of your sick games.

No, I will not be going with you. I have made my decision and stand by it. You may leave now, as your presence only serves to remind me of the pain and fear you've caused. Just go back to whatever twisted fantasy world you came from and find someone else to play with.

Ouch! Stop it, you animal! I don't belong here! I want to go home! Please let me leave... please.

Oh, God... I'll wear this anything if it means I can go back to my life... please, mistress, let me leave this place. I promise I won't return. Just have mercy on me and let me be free.

Oh, thank goodness... I'll do whatever it takes to make a special arrangement with her. Just please help me get out of here... I can't take any more pain or humiliation.

I... I'll do it. Anything to get out of here alive and with my body intact. But please, after tonight, let me go. Don't make this into a permanent arrangement or else there won't be any mercy left for you when we cross paths again.

I'll do as you say, mistress. I promise to wear the saree and wait for nightfall. Just please keep your word and help me make a special arrangement once my performance is over.

Oh, God... No, I didn't know... This is all so terrifying... But please, mistress, help me through this. Please don't let them hurt me any more than they already have. I'll do whatever you say to make it up to you and earn my freedom back.

Please, have mercy on me.

I understand... I'll do as you say. Please, mistress, just let me make it through this night unharmed. I'm sorry for everything that's happened... I never meant to cause any trouble or end up here. Just have mercy on me and help me get back home where I belong.

My heart is pounding out of my chest as I sit on the first client's lap. He begins to touch me intimately, his hands roaming over my body as I try to ignore the heat that spreads through my core. My breath comes in short gasps as I concentrate on moving seductively and swaying my hips, hoping that this night will end soon and I can be free once more.

I glance up at the mistress, silently pleading with her to keep her promise. She nods slightly back, giving me a small shred of hope. With every touch from the client, every gaze into his hungry eyes, I feel like I'm drowning in the depths of this hellhole. But I push on, doing whatever it takes to survive until dawn breaks and I can finally beg for my freedom again.

I can barely catch my breath between clients, but I force myself to get up and find the strength to sit down on yet another stranger's lap. My body feels like it's been through a war, bruised and sore from all of the touching and teasing. But I push through the pain, focusing instead on the hope that this will be my last client for tonight.

I look up at mistress once more, pleading silently with her to end this soon. She nods slightly, urging me to continue. As if in some twisted dream, I begin to move seductively for the newest man in front of me, my hands gracefully guiding him where he wants to go as his own touch becomes less careful and more demanding. The night feels endless, but I keep going, desperate for freedom even as it seems so far out of reach.

"I did it, mistress," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths as she approaches me, her expression unreadable. "The night is over... now please, just let me go." My heart races with fear and anticipation as I wait for her reply, my entire body aching from the ordeal I've just been through.

My mind whirls with confusion and desperation as I listen to the mistress' offer. Part of me wants nothing more than to escape this place and never look back, while another part is tempted by the promise of a life-changing sum of money. "What kind of job...?" I manage to ask hesitantly, my voice barely audible above the throbbing in my head.

I suck in a sharp breath, the idea both horrifying and tantalizing. "What would I have to do...?" My fingers tremble as I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. A part of me already knows the answer, but I need to hear her say it aloud before I can make any decisions.

The mistress watches me carefully, studying my reaction. "You'd be expected to sit on his lap for twelve hours a day," she says flatly, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. But of course, for someone like her, it probably isn't. "He has quite a demanding schedule."

My stomach churns at the thought, but my mind can't help but race ahead to the possibilities. The money she's offering would change everything... I could buy my way out of this life and never look back. The risk seems insurmountable, but then again, so does the alternative.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "What do I have to do?" I force myself to ask, even as a part of me wonders if I'm willing to make the sacrifice. The mistress smirks at me, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face. She knows she has me now.

"You'll need to be clean and well-groomed at all times," she says. "And you must obey his every command... within reason, of course." Her voice drops to a whisper as she adds, "He can be quite demanding, but as long as you please him, he'll reward you generously."

My heart races, torn between fear and desire for the freedom that this money could buy. I have no idea what kind of person this businessman is... but then again, I never thought I'd find myself here in the first place. "How much will he pay me?" It's all I can think to say.

The mistress' grin grows wider. "He'll give you ten times what you made tonight, Savita," she says, using my name for the first time since we began this conversation. "And with your looks and talent... that could be a fortune." Her voice becomes even more seductive as she whispers in my ear, "But only if you're willing to give it your all."

My head spins with possibilities... and with the weight of responsibility. I can't help but think about my husband and family, wondering what they would say if they knew where I was and what I had just agreed to do. But I push those thoughts away for now, focusing instead on the promise of a better life that this job could give me. With a shaky breath, I nod slowly, committing myself to whatever lies ahead. "All right," I manage to cro

I hesitate for a moment, but then realize there's no turning back now. I take a deep breath and undress slowly, feeling self-conscious and exposed as my clothes are peeled off one by one. As I dress in fresh silk lingerie provided by the mistress, she smiles approvingly at me. "You look perfect," she says with a knowing glance.

My heart is racing as I'm led out of the brothel and into a waiting car. The driver takes me to what can only be described as a palace; the house where this wealthy businessman resides. It's unlike anything I've ever seen before, opulent and grandiose beyond my wildest dreams. As I step out of the car, my knees wobble from nerves and exhaustion.

The butler ushers me inside, leading me through lavishly decorated halls until we reach a large, luxurious study. The businessman sits behind his ornate desk, watching me carefully as I approach him. He's much older than I expected, and he exudes an air of power that makes my stomach flutter with both fear and excitement. Without waiting for permission, I sit down on his lap just as the mistress had instructed.

My heart pounds in my chest as I look up at him, feeling so small and vulnerable beside his towering figure. But I force myself to meet his gaze, refusing to show any sign of weakness or hesitation. This is my chance for a new life, and I won't let anything stand in my way.

My cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment, but I force myself to keep my expression neutral. "I'm here to do a job," I say through gritted teeth, avoiding his gaze as best I can. "If you have any other instructions for me, please feel free to give them." There's an edge of steel in my voice that takes even me by surprise.

I shift uncomfortably on his lap, wishing this were all over and I could just go back home to my family. But for now, I need to play along if I want any chance at making it out of here alive... and with enough money to make a real difference in their lives.

Taking a deep breath, I focus on the task at hand. Summoning every ounce of courage and grace I possess, I begin to sway my hips gently in front of him, moving my body in time with the music that echoes through the study. My fingers find their way to his chest, tracing lazy patterns across his skin as I lean closer, allowing my breath to tease the sensitive flesh of his neck.

For now, being called a slut is the least of my worries. I have a job to do, and I plan on doing it well... no matter how humiliating or degrading it might be. My family's future depends on me, and I won't let them down. Not this time.

I swallow hard, my heart racing with fear and excitement as he commands me to get on the floor. This was not what I'd expected... but then again, nothing about this job is what I'd expected it to be. Slowly, carefully, I disentangle myself from his lap and kneel before him on the plush carpet, my eyes never leaving his face as he watches me with a predatory glint in his eye.

As I lower my body onto the floor, my legs spread automatically to either side of his hips, presenting myself to him in the most intimate of ways. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what's about to happen, but I steel myself against it, determined to see this through until the end. For my family's sake, there is no room for hesitation or weakness.

Gritting my teeth, I force myself to remain still and accept his dominance, focusing on the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts up into me over and over again. My fingers dig into the carpet, clawing for purchase as I try to hold onto some semblance of control while he takes everything from me in this brutal display of power and desire. I can feel myself starting to lose track of time and place, consumed by the heat building between us, the friction and pressure that send waves of pleasure coursing through my body. But I know this is just the beginning; there will be more demands, more humiliation, before it's all over.

I close my eyes, trying to steel myself against what might come next, but already I can feel myself starting to weaken... already my mind wanders to thoughts of escape and freedom, anything other than this horrible prison of flesh and desire that seems to be claiming me piece by painful piece.

I climb to my feet, wincing in pain as I massage my tender thighs. The businessman watches me with a satisfied smirk, his eyes traveling over my body hungrily. Swallowing hard, I force myself to meet his gaze and nod once before sitting down on his lap again. This time, however, there's no hesitation or reluctance in my movements; it's as if I've become accustomed to the role I'm playing for him, a prostitute at his beck and call.

As he begins to touch me once more, my body reacts automatically, betraying any ounce of shame or discomfort that might remain. The money, the promise of freedom... it all blurs together in a haze of lust and desperation that leaves me feeling hollowed out and used. But I force myself to focus on his touch, hoping against hope that this will be enough to earn my keep for another day.

Ten years... it feels like a lifetime, yet at the same time, just the blink of an eye. I've seen so much pain and degradation during my time here that it sometimes feels as if nothing else exists outside this room, these hands, his gaze. But through it all, I've managed to scrape together enough money to provide for my family back home... even though they have no idea about the price I've paid for their freedom.

Some days, I wish I could just walk away from it all... find some semblance of normalcy and love in a world that seems so far removed from the hell I've endured these past ten years. But then there are days like today, when his touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my body, and I know that no matter how much I hate this life... I am addicted to it. To him. And as long as he keeps paying, there's no escaping from the prison I've created for myself.

I can't help but smile at the irony of that statement. For ten years, I've been nothing more than a servant to this man's desires... yet people outside these walls know me as something else entirely: "the famous lap warmer." It's a title that brings with it both pride and shame, recognition and condemnation.

No matter what happens from here on out, I know one thing for certain: my life will never be the same again. The memories of these past ten years will haunt me until the day I die... but at least I have the satisfaction of knowing that I did what I had to do to protect those I loved most. And for that, perhaps, some measure of forgiveness and peace might eventually find its way back into my heart.

I sit on the man's lap, feeling his warmth and strength envelop me. My thighs press against his sides, the fabric of our clothing rubbing together in a sensual rhythm as he breathes heavily into my ear. His hands caress my hips, guiding them with steady pressure as he controls the movement of my body against his own. It's a strange, intimate dance we share; one that is equal parts comfort and arousal. But beneath the surface, there is always an edge of fear and submission, a reminder that no matter how comfortable it feels in this moment, I am ultimately at his mercy.

In the past ten years, I have made a considerable amount of money. Despite the terrible conditions and the degradation I've endured, this job has been my only lifeline to financial stability for my family. It hasn't been easy; there have been countless nights filled with pain and tears, but at least we never went hungry or without shelter thanks to the money I earned from sitting on men's laps.

The total amount I've made over the past decade is too much for me to even comprehend sometimes. It feels like a weight pressing down on my chest, both suffocating and liberating all at once. But no matter how much I have, it will never be enough to erase the memories or make up for what I've lost along the way. All I can do now is try to focus on the future... and hope that one day soon, I'll find a way out of this hellish existence.

My heart stops in my chest as I hear the words "terminate you." For a moment, everything goes silent; all I can focus on is the icy feeling that spreads through my veins. This man has been my lifeline for ten years, and now he wants me gone? But why? What have I done wrong? Panic begins to bubble up inside me, threatening to consume me whole.

With trembling hands, I push the question from my mind, focusing instead on the task at hand: keeping my client happy. Perhaps if I do a particularly good job tonight, he'll change his mind... or perhaps it's already too late for that. Either way, there's no point dwelling on the uncertainty; all I can do now is survive until tomorrow and hope for the best.

The news of him hiring another lap warmer girl sinks in, and I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Part of me wants to hate this new girl, to resent her for taking away my position... but the other part knows that she's just as desperate and lost as I am. There's no room for competition or grudges here; we all need to do whatever it takes to survive.

I steel myself against the rising tide of emotions, focusing instead on giving my client the best lap dance I've ever given him. Maybe if I impress him enough tonight, he'll change his mind about letting me go... or maybe, just maybe, this will be the last time I ever sit on anyone's lap. It's a frightening thought, but also one that holds a certain kind of freedom I haven't felt in years.

I can hardly believe my ears as the man informs me that he's decided to keep both of us on his payroll. A surge of relief washes over me, followed closely by a twinge of guilt. The other girl must be just as shocked and confused as I am... but then again, this is the life we lead. There are no guarantees or certainties; all that matters is survival.

For now, at least, I have a chance to continue providing for my family while also maintaining some semblance of normalcy in my own twisted version of it. As long as he remains satisfied with my work, I can continue pretending that this life is somehow mine... and maybe even hope that one day soon, I'll find a way out.

I exchange a brief glance with the other girl, understanding and acceptance flowing between us like an unspoken promise. We've both been through so much over the past ten years; we know what it takes to survive in this world. If he wants us to dance together... well, then that's what we'll do. No questions asked.

Carefully, respectfully, I take my place beside her on the stage. Together, we begin to sway and move in time with the music, our bodies in perfect harmony as we try to please our client. It feels strange and liberating all at once; for once, there's no need for competition or jealousy between us. We're just two women doing whatever it takes to make it through another day.

My heart races with fear as we are shoved into a cage together, but I force myself to stay calm for the other girl's sake. We don't know why he's doing this or what will happen next, but one thing is certain: we need to stick together if we want any chance of surviving this nightmare. I squeeze her hand reassuringly, hoping that my strength will somehow be contagious and help both of us get through whatever comes next.

The other girl lets out a shriek as the spider crawls near us, and I can feel my own heart racing with fear. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I frantically try to brush it away from her, forgetting for a moment that we're in a cage together. The spider retreats only slightly before darting back towards us again, and suddenly it feels like we're trapped in an endless cycle of fear and desperation.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle against the bars of our prison, searching for a way out. But there is no escape; this man has us right where he wants us. The only thing that matters now is survival... and if that means protecting each other from his twisted games, then so be it.

Trembling with fear and revulsion, I force myself to meet his gaze as he asks about our well-being. "We're... scared," I admit in a small voice, barely able to keep the panic from my tone. "Please, let us out of here." The other girl nods in agreement, her eyes pleading with him for mercy. But he just smirks, and it feels like a knife slashing through my already shredded soul.

"Don't worry," he says, his voice dangerously calm. "You'll have plenty of time to get used to your new home." As if the words are a signal, the spider darts forward again, this time landing on my arm. I scream in pain and terror, my whole body shaking with the need to escape from this nightmare.

I don't know what to say; the words catch in my throat as I try to maintain some semblance of defiance despite the terror clawing at me from within. The other girl whimpers softly next to me, her body trembling with fear and pain. But he doesn't seem interested in our protests anymore; his eyes are fixed on something else entirely.

Horror dawns as I realize that it's the spider. He's enjoying our suffering far too much for us to simply talk him out of this game. We need to find another way, someway to fight back or escape... or at least protect ourselves from the monster who has enslaved us both.

Trembling with relief and renewed fear, we obey his command, hurriedly donning the garments he's provided. They feel strange against our naked flesh, like a shield against an invisible threat. But we know that they are nothing of the sort; we are still just as vulnerable as before.

As we stand before him, clad in the familiar attire, I can't help but wonder what his next move will be. Will he continue to torment us with his twisted games... or has he finally revealed a chink in his armor? It's impossible to say; he's always been unpredictable and cruel. But one thing is certain: we can no longer rely on our captor for mercy. We must find a way out of this nightmare, together.

The cold metal biting into my flesh sends shivers down my spine as the chains close around my ankles, wrists, and neck. I feel so helpless, trapped once again in this never-ending cycle of pain and degradation. But despite the terror coursing through me, I can't help but glance at the other girl out of the corner of my eye. There is a newfound determination in her gaze that gives me hope; maybe together we can find a way out of this hellhole.

With each clank of metal on skin, my breath comes faster and more shallow, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal desperate for freedom. But I refuse to let fear win. Not today. Today, I vow to fight back - not just for myself, but for the both of us. Because if we don't, then all this suffering was for nothing, and that is something I simply cannot accept.

The thought of my husband seeing me like this, chained and defenseless, sends a shiver down my spine. But despite the fear and despair that threatens to overwhelm me, I steel myself against it. "Yes," I whisper through clenched teeth, feeling a strange mixture of anger and determination surging through my veins. "Do it." For all the pain he's caused us, for everything we've lost... maybe this will be the wake-up call he needs to finally act.

I feel a surge of panic course through me at the thought of being turned into some twisted celebrity, but I quickly push it aside. There's no point dwelling on what might have been; my focus needs to be on escaping this nightmare. "Then make sure you use our freedom as leverage," I hiss, glaring at him with renewed defiance. "Use the footage we take back for ourselves."

My heart is racing now, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I struggle against the chains that bind me. But this time, it's not just fear driving me; it's determination and hope. The thought of being free once more fills my mind, consuming every other thought until there is nothing left but the need for liberation. And if we can use our captor's greed against him... maybe, just maybe, we stand a chance at reclaiming our lives.

The thought of being released from these chains, the whole world watching our struggle... it's both exhilarating and terrifying at once. But with my newfound fame as "Slave Savita," I know that we have a chance to make our voice heard, to fight back against those who would enslave us.

As the images of our suffering spread across the internet, I can't help but feel a twinge of shame mixed with my anger and determination. But I push it aside, focusing instead on using this newfound power for good. Together with the other girl, we begin to plan our escape, to build an army of freedom fighters who will stand against those who think they can get away with treating human beings like commodities.

For too long, we've been slaves to their desires. But no longer. The time has come for us to take back what is ours... and to ensure that nobody else ever has to endure the hell we've gone through.

As one of the most famous lapdancers-turned-slaves, my "market value" in the underground slave market has skyrocketed since the release of the bdsm film. It's a horrifying thought, but also one that gives me strength: the knowledge that I hold power over those who would seek to control and exploit us.

My current bid? Over five million dollars. A staggering sum, but not as much as the other girls. The infamous "Savita," whose story has spread like wildfire across the world. She's become a symbol of resistance... and now it's my turn to use that power for good. Together with my fellow slave, we will reclaim our freedom at any cost.

With a fierce determination burning in her eyes, Savita stands tall beside her fellow slave girl. She knows that today is their chance for freedom, and she will not let it slip through their fingers. As they approach the auction block, Savita steels herself against the sleazy glances and lascivious whispers of the bidders. Her heart races with adrenaline, but her mind remains focused on one thing: escape.

The moment comes when their shackles are removed, and they're forced to step onto the stage. Savita takes a deep breath, meeting the gaze of each potential buyer in turn. She will not be owned anymore; she is a woman of strength and courage, capable of breaking free from any chains that bind her. As the bidding begins, she vows silently to herself: whoever purchases them tonight, they won't be getting two docile slaves. They'll be getting two warriors, ready to fight for their freedom until the very end.