The Bartender and the Slave

I was a bartender.  It was a job I loved.  I could usually find the kind of woman I wanted to play with by talking to them and sniffing out their submissive sides.  So many women who came into bars alone were looking not just for sex, but for really rough sex, and I could read them well.  That’s how I found my slaves.  I would engage them in conversation and eventually get them to talk about sex, what they liked.  I would bring up spanking and bondage and if I saw that spark, I knew I had them.  Sometimes I would play with them for a while just a little roughly and concentrated more on the humiliation side.  I would tell them to come back to the bar dressed just so, sit on the barstool with skirt raised and naked underneath, spread their legs.  I would make them lift their blouses and reach over the bar and play with their tits and nipples.  Eventually I would take them home and hurt them, oh how I loved to hear them scream and beg for more pain. One day Sarah came into the bar and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was one of them, but she wouldn’t give in to it or to me.  But she kept coming back anyway.  Deliberately not sitting at the bar, trying to pick up other guys, but always looking back at me.  So tonight I got another bartender to cover, and I walked over to her.  I told the guy she was with that the bitch was mine and I grabbed her by the hair and took her to my van, threw her in the back and chloroformed her and took her home. Now I [...]