The Sex Slave Program Part 3_(0)
I was sitting alone in small dark room. I was still naked. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that this was step one of my training. After a few minutes of pondering what was about to happen, a woman entered the room. She was young, pretty, she had tattoos up and down her arms, a nose ring, a lip, ring, and an eyebrow ring. She had bleached blonde hair with dyed red tips. She had a briefcase with her. I wondered what would be inside. Sex toys? Nipple clamps? Handcuffs? Ball gags? “My name is Sabrina” She said . “I’m Jenna” I replied. She opened the briefcase. “Don’t freak out Jenna. Everybody has to do this.” She reached her hand into the briefcase and pulled out a pair of clippers. …