Slaves Wanted

Right, if you're reading this, then you are probably already interested in
being a good little slave slut. Now I'm going to take you one step
further. I'm recruiting slaves now; I don't care if you're a man, woman,
cd, tv or shemale, I need you to submit yourself to me. . .now. Here is
what you will do and what will happen to you:

First, sell everything. You won't need it. Sell your house, your car,
everything except the clothes you're standing in. You will own nothing.
Take the money, in cash, and come to your new home. When you get to the
door, you will have only the clothes on your back and cash, for me. I'll
open the door, and invite you in. This is your last chance to change your
mind. Once you step over the threshold, you belong to me. Your life
belongs to me. Your cock, fanny, tits, mouth, asshole belong to me. The
sole purpose of your life from the second your foot touches down inside
your new house is to give sexual pleasure. Nothing else. Of course, you
will enter.

The first place you will go is my grand hall. A large and impressive room,
with a massive fireplace and roaring open fire. You will notice that there
are many CCTV cameras. You will have no privacy, anywhere in my house. You
must stand in the middle of the room whilst I judge your worthyness. I turn
no one away, but you must be ranked. I'll start by cutting off your
clothes.

I will take a huge pair of sharp scissors, and cut off your outer garments.
There is no point is trying to save them. If you are CD or TV, come in
your tartiest outfit, then I will know you desire to be used as a woman.
Once I have cut off your clothes down to your underwear, I will throw them
in the fire. You have no use for them. Then I will cut off your
underwear. Women, I'll stand in front of you and snip your bra from the
centre, letting it swing open and your boobs fall out. Then I'll snip your
knickers at one side, and let them fall off. I'll assess your naked body,
and give it a score out of ten. . . which I'll write in pen on your
forehead. Men, I'll cut off your pants and mark your feeble cock. I'll
write your score on your head too, so you can't see it. You don't need to
know. Perhaps in future you will earn back clothes, but not now.