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Funny Ems' first time swinging alone without her hubby Pete. Sex Video

My limits are tested as I am made to whore for my Master.

Do you even care?"

Squirming I look away. "How I feel about it is irrelevant Master, I will do as you decide."

He snarls suddenly, "Fine, fucking fine. I will let you carry the babies to birth, and then I will sell them one by one to different cruel masters as far as way as I can. They will never know you, or their brothers or sisters."

"Yes Master." I say softly, not meeting his gaze. Why would he do that? I don't understand, he's always been so kind to me. Almost instinctively my hand moves to my stomach. I can't comprehend my feelings towards being pregnant. I had been relying on my Master to tell me what to feel and how to behave. But I don't like what he's saying now, it's scary and it's making me feel something strong, something terrifying. Defiance.

"And you would be happy with that?" he asks incredulously.

"If it pleases you Master."

"Bullshit Rose, I refuse to believe you are that callous."

I look up meeting his intense gaze, every instinct I have telling me to look away. "What do you want me to do?" I whisper, furious with myself for the wetness I can feel on my cheeks.

"I want you to tell me how you really feel, show me there's something more to you than a slave. That you're worth fighting for." He doesn't sound angry any more, he sounds desperate.

I watch him for a long time before finding the courage to speak, "No."

"Excuse me?"

"No!" I almost shout, "You won't send the baby away! I'll, I'll... I don't know! But don't!" I sit back panting my heart pounding in my chest. If Master wanted me to 'freak out' I think I'm doing that now, I can't breathe, or see or even think. He's going to kill me. I'm going to be like that girl in the video, no, no, no.

Strong arms wrap around me and I struggle and whimper, but the pain never comes.

"Rose! Rose calm down!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He says, holding my trembling body tight against his chest. I don't reply I can't. I don't understand what is happening. I was a defiant, I told my owner no, I shouted at him. How can any of the awful things I just did earn me such a fierce embrace?

"I don't understand." I splutter, fighting back the sobs that threaten to overwhelm me. "I'm being disobedient!"

"Shhh Rose, Shhh. Wanting to protect your child isn't disobedient." He sighs sadly, wiping the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. "Sweetie we're in a whole world of trouble right now, and none of it is your fault. But I need you on my side here Rose, I need to know you are something more than a mindless drone."

He kisses my cheek softly, "Freedom scares you doesn't it?"

I nod. Not quite sure what to say.

"Why?"

My tears start to abate as I slip back into a more familiar situation; my owner holding me while asking questions I would never expect a Master to ask. I'm still a little shaken and disturbed, but I'm able to push my feelings down as I've been trained to do. The fact I can hear Master's heart thumping in his chest also helps me to relax.

"Our minds cannot handle being free Master, we fall apart without someone to controlling us. Please Master, I just want to spend my life making you happy, that's enough for me."

"What about your happiness?" He asks.

"I don't know Master." I reply honestly. "Making you happy is the only happiness I require."

He makes an 'hmmm' sound, "I don't think that's entirely true. You were very happy amongst the flowers and I wasn't even there. Hell, I was doing math homework, that's almost the textbook definition of unhappiness."

I push my face into his chest. "I don't know Master." My voice is a barely a whisper. It's all too much, Master is right. I do enjoy allowing my curiosity run free. But I also know it is wildly disobedient. I've known for as long as I can remember that if want to live I have to be a good girl. At the compound everything was so simple. If you were obedient there was no pain and the warm embrace of your sisters. Disobedience was always met with swift and brutal retribution.

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