SLEEP CAM. THURSDAY, 7 AM
The blue tinted video shows the girl asleep. She is naked, small and pale, sprawled across the bed, having kicked the covers away. She’s almost doll like, with her delicate features and tiny waist, but the curve of her hips and full breasts make her look like a different kind of toy.
She rolls over, sound asleep, curling into a ball and twitching slightly. She looks worried. Her long black hair snakes out across the pillow behind her.
THE GIRL. THURSDAY, 4:07 PM
My eyes open slowly and take their sweet time focussing on the burgundy pillow case, the wine and dark wood bedroom. Brain swirls in confusion as I try to categorize the random images into mental compartments - dream, happened last night, other.
Tall Japanese twins with blonde pigtails were helping me pick out shoes. They wanted me to buy a pair with flashing lights and cartoon characters. I couldn’t decide if they were grotesquely ugly or the coolest things I’ve ever seen. That was a dream, I think.
Something blurry about a black haired man with a heavy wooden paddle spanking my bare ass because the flowers of the centrepieces were the wrong shade of pink. I whispered apologies between smacks, but was mentally begging him to never stop. I squirmed under his control, his constant watchful eyes, knowing that my inability to remain still would force him to spank me more, and please him. That may have happened long ago at the huge house where I was kept for a few years.
from Online Slave Girl: Part One