SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

this four years comes to an end and you are free once more, you may find that you will be happy to remain my wife and continue to enjoy the fine life that I am going to provide for you!"

"But, what about my old life as Mr. Petti? Someone is bound to miss me, aren't they?"

"Nonsense!" he snorted. "I have been very busy today. Using the power of attorney that you gave me, I had all of your belongings removed from your apartment and placed in storage. Your landlady, as well as the utility companies, the phone company, credit union and the post office have been told that you have moved without leaving a forwarding address. In short, you have effectively disappeared! In addition, I have applied for a police I.D., a library card, several department store credit cards, and some other miscellaneous forms. of identification for you that we should receive in the mail in a few days."

Dressed in my wedding gown, still feeling the sense of unreality, I lay back in my husband's arms. as the driver took us toward my new life as this man's bride!

He seemed to have all the bases covered.

The man I had been, was gone.

The girl I was to be, sat passively in her husband's arms... "Do you like the dress I picked for you, Darling? Jennifer Evelyn?" he asked.

"Yes, Master." I was at a loss for words.

"Master is somehow too stern a title to come from the lips of a loving wife," he said. "From now on, I want you to call me 'Honey,' or 'Honey Pie.' Do you understand, Jennifer?" "Yes, Honey."

Holding me tightly in his arms, my husband began to nibble at my earlobes.

"My Sweet," he said, "what a wonderful life we're going to have together. Possessing you as I do is going to make me very happy, and I am sure that you will come to love your life as my slave-wife."

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