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Unclipping her chain, I raised her gently to her feet, and embraced my loving girlfriend in a long hug, her squeezing me tight back. Mofos I loved it, and felt sorrow that I would never feel her mouth around me again, but it didn’t dim the excitement of the power I was enacting. And I would continue to love her when I no longer saw her. Behind her and a little to the right and out of focus, a male Arab overseer, dressed comfortably in flowing white robes and a head covering, held a cruel-looking black whip in his hand, clearly ready for use. “I love you” she whispered, bravely taking the initiative of speech, and I responded gently, “I love you.” And we both meant it. I followed and sat on the sofa sipping a drink, watching my owned girlfriend of the past significant portion of my life make me dinner for the last time, expertly moving around the kitchen, only ever so slightly grimacing whenever the frying pan spat hot oil onto her naked front. I turned the light out, lay on my side-front as I always do when going to sleep, and maneuvered her head down to my ass. She sucked, licked and choked for ages while I cruelly pinched, twisted and pulled her puffy nipples with my fingers. Cut to an hour later and Stella had been delivered, signed for, taken into my home (blindfolded, just to ramp up the feeling of the unknown scariness of her new life,) and made to stay kneeling on all fours in my lounge, breaking her into