The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

German Slaves

Part 2

By Sonya Esperanto

Story:

NITA’S PLACE

“Take off your clothes,” Nita ordered Tim.

“Yes Mistress,” Tim responded meekly.

Tim stripped off his clothes while inside Nita’s bedroom.

Nita lived in a student accommodation where most of her housemates spent most of their time in other people’s houses.

Tim was now completely naked.

“Go on all fours and bark like a dog,” Nita commanded him.

“Yes Mistress,” Tim responded.

Tim went down on all fours and started barking.

“Woof woof,” Tim barked in humiliation.

Nita laughed. Tim felt degraded and hated being humiliated like this.

“That is a good German doggy. Did you know that the Romans in those days bought a German slave for the same price as a dog,” Nita chuckled.

Nita patted her slave on the head.

This is too cruel even for her, Tim thought.

Tim was proud of his German heritage, hated the Romans and always believed that Germans in Europe were superior to other Europeans, especially those from the South and the East.

“That is a good German doggy. Come doggy. Let’s go to the kitchen. And every time I speak to you you must bark,” Nita ordered.

“Woof woof,” Tim barked.

Tim followed Nita towards the house kitchen on all fours. Nita took out a bowl and put it on the floor. She then opened a cabinet and took out what looked like a dog food bag (her friend came over once and that friend bought a dog food as she brought her Doberman over).

Nita poured the dog food over the bowl.

“Eat doggy,” Nita ordered Tim.

“Woof woof,” Tim barked.

Tim ate food from the bowl, just like a dog. Nita laughed in the background.

She really is an evil bitch, Tim thought.

“This is what you Blond men are. Dogs. I think I am going to send you to dog school to be trained. You will learn doggy tricks. You will never go to class again. You will only be allowed to bark. I am going to take away your human life. I think you are better this way,” Nita laughed cruelly.

If only I did not break up with her I wouldn’t be in this situation, Tim thought as he ate.

“I am going to parade you in public. And who knows. I might even hook you up with a real bitch,” Nita laughed.

She is going to make me fuck an animal, Tim thought.

Tears fell down Tim’s blue eyes while he ate.

After he finished eating the doggy food, Nita pulled the bowl away from his mouth and she could see that he was crying.

“It is funny to see a grown muscular man like yourself crying like a child,” Nita cried angrily.

Tim was ashamed of himself. He was crying and he knew that he couldn’t stop it.

“Ok Tim. Stop crying. I am allowing you to speak. You want to say something to me,” Nita said.

Tim tried swallowing his throat.

“I don’t what I did to deserve this. Why are you making me feel like shit and treating me like shit……Mistress,” Tim whimpered.

“You broke my heart. You broke up with me. Tim I loved you. I would never do anything for you. What did you do! You broke up with me,” Nita screamed at him.

Nita walked away and went to the bathroom. She also started crying.

God it hurts. Doesn’t he know that, Nita thought.

Nita started crying in front of the bathroom mirror. She hated crying, thinking up him having broken up with her. a month before they broke up they were constantly squabbling over too many things.

As for why he broke up with her was because she was party girl and she was a mean dominating bitch.

Nita washed her face and returned back to the kitchen.

“So now you know what it feels like. This is how you made me feel Tim. You don’t like me bad mouthing Germans. But you called me a Persian bitch and even said that every Persian girl in LA is one nasty bitch who can fuck up every other girl. You even said that 300 was a good movie that showed how evil my people are. That it served us right to be invaded by assholes like Alexander or the Arabs,” Nita screamed hysterically.

Tim felt guilty now. He stared at the floor.

“Tim look at me,” Nita ordered him.

“Yes Mistress,” Tim whimpered.

Tim looked her in the eye. Tim could see that Nita too was crying.

“Mistress I’m sorry I said all those things but you made me angry,” Tim confessed.

Nita stared at him long and hard.

“No you’re not sorry. You’re afraid of me. I can see it in your eyes,” Nita was sounding paranoid.

“No I swear…..Mistress,” Tim cried.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me you asshole,” Nita screamed.

She slapped him hard on the face

SLAP

Nita yanked at his hair and she then sat on his back as if he was a horse.

“Tonight I want you to be my horsey. You will sound like a horse and go where I tell you to go,” Nita cried, while using his Blond hair as a rein.

She made him crawl to the living room and finally carry her on his back, heading all the way upstairs. She was heavy on his back but he had no choice but to obey his “Mistress”.

“I have got plans for you tonight. And tomorrow,” Nita laughed…..cruelly.

SORAYA’S PLACE

Patrick was naked, lying face down on her bed in her bedroom. His ankles and wrist were tied to the bed posts. His ass was facing the ceiling.

Soraya was dressed up as a dominatrix. She had a large black 12 inch strap-on dildo on.

Soraya climbed on top of Patrick’s body.

“I have been waiting so many nights for this. I have been dreaming of this for a very long time. You deserve what is coming to you you fucking Nordic pig,” Soraya hurling abuse at her slave.

Patrick gulped, dreading his coming BDSM treatment.

“Tonight you are my bitch Patrick,” Soraya said.

With one thrust up his German asshole, Patrick screamed like Hell. Tears flowed down his blue eyes. His ass was ripping apart.

“Mistress. It hurts. Please it hurts,” Patrick begged like Hell.

As Soraya kept on fucking his ass with a strap on she would go down on his neck and bite him really hard, leaving her Persian bite marks on his German flesh.

She didn’t care for his pain and screaming. His screaming was music to her ears. She knew she was giving him Hell and he couldn’t take any of it.

After fucking his ass with a strap-on dildo, she pulled out of his ass. She took off the strap on and threw it down the bedroom floor.

Patrick was crying in pain. His ass ripped.

Soraya was running her fingers all over his ass cheeks. She could tell that he didn’t like it as it made him feel physically hurt.

“Do you regret breaking up with me?” Soraya asked in an angry tone.

Patrick nodded while faced down.

He is scared just like a little child, Soraya thought.

“Yes Mistress. Please don’t hurt me anymore Mistress,” Patrick answered…sounding as if in extreme pain and agony.

Soraya had a wicked smile on her face.

I finally made you feel like shit, Soraya thought.

She also knew that if she kept on doing something like this to him, his body would get used to the BDSM treatment.

But she saw how his ass looked and so couldn’t help herself. She slapped his ass really hard.

“Ouch it hurts,” Patrick screamed.

Soraya laughed at his body shaking.

“You promise not to make me feel like shit again,” Soraya teased her slave.

“I…I…I…promise…Mistress,” Patrick surrendered.

“Good. But just to remind you what would happen if you do,” Soraya cried.

SLAP

“Ouch,” Patrick screamed.

SHERMANE’S PLACE

“Ahh that feels nice,” Shermane said.

Shermane was pissing into Albert’s mouth while inside the bathroom.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Shermane. Are you and your ex making out? This really is a bad time,” screamed a guy who was Shermane’s housemate.

For the last five minutes, Albert’s German mouth tasted salty Persian urine. He was being used as human toilet bowl and hated every moment of it.

“Ok slave get up,” Shermane told Albert.

“Yes Mistress,” Albert responded.

Shermane opened the bathroom door. Shermane’s Anglo Saxon housemate Roger stood outside the hallway.

“You know you can be such a selfish bitch sometimes you know that.” Roger told Shermane off.

Roger never liked Shermane’s bitchy attitude. She slammed her flat room door and the front door very often. Roger also knew that she had a boyfriend whom she broke up with as she cried all about it in front of the whole house and that he was of German descent.

“Excuse me. What did you just call moi?” Shermane wanted Roger to repeat himself.

Roger saw Albert stood behind Shermane and could see how tall and muscular he was, compared to Roger.

“Errr nothing,” Roger gulped.

“Sweetheart grab him by the collar for me would ya,” Shermane ordered Albert.

“Yes Mistress,” Albert responded.

Albert grabbed Roger by his collar.

“Hey look Shermane. I was just kidding right,” Roger cried.

He was scared of college jocks like Albert.

Nothing worse than a German man and a Persian woman ganging up on you. What the fuck was I thinking? Roger thought.

Shermane saw Roger pissing on his pants.

He is scared as Hell, Shermane thought.

“Please don’t hurt me Albert. I…I…I’m really….sorry. I won’t do it again,” Roger begged.

“Don’t worry Roger. He won’t hurt you. From now you will do as I say. Capish,” Shermane teasing Roger.

“Capish,” Roger nodded in fear.

“And you must also call me Mistress,” Shermane teasing her housemate.

“You got it…Mistress,” Roger nodded in fear.

“Good,” Shermane smiled…wickedly.

JAZMIN’S PLACE

“Ahhh yess,” Jazmin laid on her bed while her slave Sasha was licking her pussy.

Sasha was ordered to “make love” to Jazmin. After licking her pussy, he was kissing her body and sucking on her right breast’s nipple.

When Sasha was finished “making love” to Jazmin, Jazmin was contemplating.

“Now it is my turn,” Jazmin said to Sasha.

Jazmin had a wicked look on her face.

“Turn over and face the bed,” Jazmin commanded.

“Yes Mistress,” Sasha responded.

Sasha turned around. He lied face down. Jazmin took a candle stick out and set it on fire. She then moved the candle over his ass, letting candle wax drip down between his ass cheeks.

Sasha screamed.

“Does it hurt my German pumpkin,” Jazmin teased Sasha.

Sasha nodded.

“It hurts Mistress. Please stop,” Sasha beggingly cried.

“Oh don’t be like that. Remember all those times when you had your dick up my ass. I don’t remember complaining about it,” Jazmin teased Sasha, while fondling his hair.

Jazmin put the candle by her bedside table.

“Ok let’s play a game then,” Jazmin suggested.

“Ok this is one. Who are superior? Blonds or Brunettes?” Jazmin asked.

She slowly put a finger into the top of his ass cheeks, making him edge a bit.

“You got only ten seconds if you don’t want me to finger fuck your waxed ass,” Jazmin laughed.

“Brunettes…Mistress,” Sasha answered.

“Ok. Another question. Why did God create Blond German men?” Jazmin teasingly asked.

Jazmin put a finger again over his ass.

“Five seconds,” Jazmin teased.

“To…to serve Brunette Persian women…Mistress,” Sasha answered.

“Who invented everything?” Jazmin asked.

“Persians…Mistress,” Sasha quickly answered.

“Sasha. What if I said I am going to take you to the Mexican border and make you fuck a donkey for a live audience,” Jazmin teased.

“No. no. Please Mistress. Don’t,” Sasha cried.

“Now if you don’t want me to, then you must always be loyal to me. You must always obey me. And you must always love me. Don’t you think it was stupid for you to break up with me,” Jazmin was starting to sound serious.

“Very stupid Mistress,” Sasha telling her what she wanted to hear.

“Or you are just telling me what I want to hear,” Jazmin said.

“No Mistress. I swear it,” Sasha cried.

Sasha broke up with her because she was nasty bitch who gossip a lot and threatened people a lot. The day after they broke up, Sasha found a dead chicken in his locker. He knew she did it but decided not to confront her about it and so changed his locker’s code.

“Sasha why did you break up with me?” Jazmin asked but her hand was also already on his neck, as if to strangle him.

“Because…you….were…scaring….me…Mistress,” Sasha answered….truthfully.

He broke up with her over the cell phone. He dared not confront her face-to-face when he wanted to break up with her, fearing that she would do something diabolical right there on the spot.

“I scare you?” Jazmin asked.

“Yes Mistress,” Sasha answered.

Sasha was scared that she was going to let more candle wax drop down his asshole.

“But you still shouldn’t have broken up with me over the phone. You know that because of you I was hurting for many months. I felt hurt. I never got over it. This is why tonight you are being punished. You have no idea how much I want to hurt you,” Jazmin confessing her feelings.

“I….I…never meant to…..hurt you…..Mistress,” Sasha cried.

“Well you did hurt me Sasha. For that you must pay,” Jazmin sounding vengeful.

“Please Mistress……Jazmin….you can’t do this. We had been going out for three years,” Sasha said.

SLAP SLAP

“Ouch,” Sasha screamed in pain, after Jazmin slapped his ass cheeks.

“Don’t you ever call me by my first name. You are not my equal. We are not boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. I am your Mistress and you are my slave, my property. Things are different now,” Jazmin scolded him.

Jazmin shoved three fingers up his ass, which sent Sasha screaming all the way to the moon. Sasha cried with tears.

Jazmin was still angry about the break-up. To her it was like people mixing up Persians with Arabs. No one ever mistook her for a Persian only because she was white with brown hair and brown eyes.

With uncontrolled anger, she bit hard onto his ass. Sasha screamed like he had never screamed before.

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