Bought By The House Of Taru - BDSM Male Dominance Female Submision

When Jesia founds out she is owned by the very powerful Taru, she is scared, proud and curious all all at the same time. Taru is a very powerful man who buys only the most beautiful of slaves. But what will being a slave be like, what is expected of her, how will she be treated? And what is all this excitement around the house about? But most of all will she ever find love while being the property of this powerful man with his very different tastes?

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The air was crisp and cool as the two men walked along the river, the wind whipped at their coat tails. Their conversation was of importance “So, you will bring him over to the country house this Friday evening?” Sir Taru, the tallest of the two men said. “Yes” Sir Anthony stated as matter of fact. “I will make sure that he is well rested per your instructions.”

Shaking Sir Anthony’s hand; Sir Taru grinned and said “Very good. As always, it is a pleasure doing business with you.” The tall man tipped his hat and walked back to the waiting car. Slipping into the leather bound seat, the man smiled to himself as he thought of the weekend ahead. The House of Taru was renowned for having the finest and most complete BDSM Dungeon in the world. Taru prided himself at always offering his guests the best entertainment their money can buy. This year Sir Taru feels that this year’s offering will be talked and dreamt about for years to come, thanks to his most recent acquisition a copper haired beauty Jesia, a slave he brought over from the States six months ago.

This beauty reminded Sir Taru, of a young woman with her innocent looks and youthful excitement. As the car pulled into the drive he watched Jesia run after the puppy he had brought home to her the day before. Looking at her exquisite naked body with hers pert breasts, rounded flare of hips and rounded heart shaped ass, this was indeed a body of a full-fledged women, meant to be used.

Making his way across the lawn, his long strides towards bringing him quickly to her, he beamed with pride, she was indeed a lovely slut, and he enjoyed using her. "What are you doing lil’’one?" Sir Taru asked. Stopping this flame of copper hair and silver eyes in her tracks, the girl dropped down into the slave's position, her thighs spread wide, her forehead touching the ground in front of her and her arms above her spill of fiery locks. Sir Taru knelt down beside her, "I asked you a question, answer me, " Sir Taru demanded. Barley above a whisper, Jesia tells him that Iila, the puppy had stolen her favorite silk scarf and she was trying to get it back. "Shall I have the mutt punished?" he asked her, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, no, Master, please don't hurt her, she's just a puppy and she doesn't know any better, " Jesia pleaded.

Placing his fingers beneath the slave's chin, he lifts her face to his and is touched by her tears. "Then you had better teach Iila how to behave, " Sir Taru tells her as he brushes the hair from around her face. "Rise up slave, and return to the house, I wish to be washed now." "Yes, Master, " Jesia replies as she slips to her feet, to hurry and prepare the bath for him.

As the tub was filling with water, Jesia went about the room lighting the scented candles that Master liked. She thought of how much he has been away from home these past few weeks. There is an excitement all through the house; everybody is hurrying around getting the whole house and gardens in tip top shape. None of the other slaves and house servants will tell her what it's all about. She didn't fail to notice how they would look at her and whisper to each other. She thought that some of the other slaves were even jealous of her, but for what reason she couldn't fathom.