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I understand not everyone cares about the set up so just know that when you see this (😳😳😳) is when things start to get a lil heated and the good stuff starts...
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  In the future, truly free men are a thing of the past. Those who yearn for real freedom exile themselves to Siberia, where no government is dumb enough to chase them. You live in a village in Siberia that was built around these ideals. You spend your time hunting or defending from bear attacks. Every now and then you sneak out and drive to the nearest city to enjoy the advanced tech and entertainment. However tonight is the night that will forever change your life.

You wake up in a cell, hands cuffed and sleeping on the floor with a pounding headache. You don't how you got here but you're hoping that, whatever you did, wasn't that dumb. The look on the officer's face says otherwise though. He motions you to stand, and tells you to follow him. You both walk into a small interrogation room and he asks you a question.

"Do you know why you're here?" You don't even remember how you got here.

"No."

"Do you want to know?" You nod, and he pulls out a pretty long list. "You caused a public disturbance, punched a midget, unleashed a stampede of goats, landed a plane on the highway, robbed an officer, opened a wormhole, assaulted a man with his own cybernetic arm, hit a chihuahua with a tennis racket, drained a bar, gave a baby a loaded Makarov, flew over the police chasing you with a prototype jetpack you stole from a nearby military warehouse, ate a stop sign, fought a military 4-star general and won, tried to conceive with a Double Bacon Quarter-Pounder with Cheese, you were licking the window of a McDonalds for ten minutes while being tazed, RKO'd a senior citizen, got in a sword duel with reenactors and held your own against several professional martial artist with a chair. All while dressed as Wendy."

"Wendy's Wendy?"

"Yes, redhead with pigtails."

"Wow, tha-"

"That was the first half of the first page out of ten." He looked exhausted as he said that. "Apparently it all started after you went to a bar, completely sober mind you, and kept ordering vodka with pickles. According to another patron, you were 'eating pickles and vodka like chips and dip'" How did alcohol poisoning not kill you?

"So, what now?" There's no way you're not getting punished for this. You fought a military general for gods sake, I'm surprised they still tried to catch you alive.

"What now is you have 2 options. Life in prison, or life in servitude." Servitude? That's new. And of course there isn't a trail. That goes to the privileged.

"What do you mean servitude?"

"You could spend your sentence working as an indentured servant for whoever is willing to take you. Don't worry, there are rules to protect you and your master. But in general you'd have to do anything they demanded of you. If you ask me, I'd say it's better than a Russian super-max prison." You think on it for a little and then ask.

"What kind of people would I be serving?"

"It cost a lot, tens of thousands yearly, to be on this program, so my assumption is a wealthy family or individual. I assume slavery would be a luxury only the rich can afford." At least it (probably) wouldn't be work in a coal mine. "There is a high demand for strong servants, so you'll probably get picked." It's time for your final decision.

"I go with servitude." And so you spent the next few days learning the rules of the program, most of it didn't seem like it would ever matter. One rule however stuck with you. The masters report bimonthly on the servants behaviors, multiple reports of disobedience got the servants pulled and placed in prison. This was obviously supposed to keep the servants in line. But you had no problem being a butler, or house maid, or whatever they might ask of you.

  So days later, you're riding an elevator with two officers in an outfit that your new master requested. A fitted suit made of soft, stretchy and breathable material. If nothing else, at least your new master seems to somewhat care. It only just crossed your mind that they could be a dominatrix or a Bondage enthusiast and there would be nothing you could do about it. They live on the top floor of this penthouse, floor 191. The elevator stops and the officers step out first to introduce you. As you step out you see the back of a head, with short blonde, almost white hair. The rest of their body being blocked by a couch.

  She turns around, wearing a tracksuit, and the gears in your mind begin to turn as you feel like you've seen her somewhere before.

"Is this my new servant?" Her voice is almost therapeutic.

"Yes, madam Zolotov. They are yours starting now, anything you wish is their command." That's it! She's the boxing welterweight champion of the world, Alina Zolotov. Among both men and women. Once she heard those words her face went from intrigue to total delight. For someone so physically powerful, she was being very adorable. "We'll leave you now, stay safe." And now for the rest of your life you'll be abused by this sadist, you think to yourself as you watch the two men go back into the elevator. I know it sounds crazy but maybe prison was a better idea.

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"No need to feel nervous... I'll be careful with you." Oh yeah THAT'S reassuring. The words send a shiver down your spine as she walks past you. "I'll be with you shortly, get comfortable." We're gonna die here aren't we.

  So you prepare to serve your new mistress. After a while you start to check your watch, the one she requested you'd have. While looking down you feel gentle hands slide up and carefully wrap around and tightly hug you. You know what? Maybe this won't be awful.

"Are you ready my dear servant?"

"Yes mistress, I will do anything for you." You memorized the lines they taught you a few days prior by heart. You are determined to NOT fuck this up. She makes her way around to you, wearing a red sweater and leggings. And sits down, bringing her legs up onto the couch. Sitting in a way that has her back resting on the right armrest and her knees up so you can only see the tops of her feet, which are almost perfect. You've always been a little interested in women's feet. Though in Siberia you lived alone and no one in their right mind would go outside without shoes. You'd expect an athlete to be veiny around their hands and feet but she still manages to have smooth pale beauties.

"I'm sure you know that to be a world champion, training sessions must be brutal. Even after a nice cold shower, 15 minutes in the sauna, and an ice bath. One thing never seems to change..." She lifts her left leg over her right. Revealing a pink sore sole in desperate need of some attention. "My feet are in constant pain. I need someone with strong hands to relieve me of this burden. Please do anything you can." She straightens her legs and rests on her stomach. Placing her feet right on your lap. Leaving you with two awaiting soles.

  You begin by carefully feeling around her soles, they're thick, meaty and squishy. Nothing you'd expect from a fighter. The smell they emit is one of diligent care, it's obvious that she may be a little insecure about her feet. Either way the scent was your motivation to calm her. The feeling is making her more relaxed already, as you see her shut her eyes and rest her head on a nearby pillow. However things change once you find the sore muscles on her arch and start to rub them gently. She shudders slightly.

"Oooooh, just perfect..." Her words encourage you to experiment more. So you begin to rub closer to her toes and eventually in between each toe. The smell has become unavoidable as you've started to, unknowingly, draw closer and closer to her soles. Your mind almost completely dominated by a desire to serve them. You get closer and closer until you're inhaling pure foot fumes. You can't resist anymore, you've been raising them closer to your face and now they're within kissing distance so... why not?

You place a deep passionate kiss right in the middle of her left sole, which only ended up amplifying your urges. Until fear sets in as you realize you've overstepped your bounds. You look over and see Zolotov propping herself up with her elbows. She turns her head a little and though can't see her face, what you can see is the blush now on her cheeks.

"W-Why have you stopped?" The question didn't sound condescending. It had a genuine tone, she's actually concerned. Maybe she's worried you'll find her feet repulsive, or maybe not good enough. Either way you take the question as a green light to continue. So you embrace both of her thick soles with even more kisses. You can feel the softness on your lips as they almost sink into her soles. Your mind is completely lost in the way they smell and feel, your senses are being completely overpowered. She's started to let out small sounds. A deep breath every now and then, or a small almost inaudible moan. you look over again, and though you can barely see them, her eyes are begging for more. You begin to feel that the only thing left to do is to have a taste. But you're not going to risk it again, so this time you cease for a moment and place them back on your lap.

  Concern returns to her blushing face as she sits up, brings her legs in and turns to face you once more. You take a deep breath.

"M-Mistress, permission to.. go further." Her eyes widen, but she's not shocked. She's excited, happy that her fears were just in her imagination. She grabs another pillow and throws is across the couch.

"There, rest your head." And so you do. You feel your heart pound harder and harder as you see her beautifully pink soles slowly approach you until finally, they make contact. And envelope your entire face in her warm embrace. You can't help but feel loved and lucky. As if this is the kind of serene warmth only she can give. "Please... go further." You must at this point, not even because you're legally bound but for her sake. You lick all around her arches. The sensation makes her shiver in pleasure. You take her toes in your mouth one after another until each one has been thoroughly tasted and massaged by your tongue. You combine kisses with licks to provide the most stimulation possible. Sliding your tongue between each toe as if to emphasize that you're not going to miss a single spot. All the while massaging her calves as well. Going the extra mile to leave an amazing first impression on your mistress. She pulls one foot away and gently slides the other up past your chin and onto your lips where she pries them open with her toes. Slipping her toes on top of your tongue. Wiggling them until she pulls them out and repeats the process with her other foot.

  You two go on until she eventually takes both feet away and instead grabs your wrists to pin your arms down. Her eyes show pure love and a desire to get closer, so she does. Her thick lips making an already amazing kiss even more intoxicating. There is no lust. Only a thirst for your affection. Her tongue dominates yours as you give in to her. Both of you moaning, hoping the other is feeling the same thing. She slows down and pulls away. now sitting on your lower abdomen. She begins to say something.

"I don't know if they've told you but, the masters are allowed to grant the servants freedom if they feel they deserve it after a certain period of time." The words hit you like a truck. You still have a chance to be free? But then you think, if you do go free you'd never experience something like this with another person again. She continues, "But I... I don't want to let you go. The time period is 5 years until I can make that decision. When the time comes I'll leave the choice to you but I'm begging you, please let this keep going. I feel like I've found someone truly special." Her gentle hands cup your face and she looks at you with anticipation. Like days before, you take a minute to think about your options.

"I'll stay with you." Her face goes from insanely nervous to a gleaming happiness.

"Come here..." Your faces come together again as the sounds of love fade into the night

Yo i could write the next 50 shades dude. Also if you didn't know Zolotov means gold in russian. I hope you enjoyed the story

Description
I understand not everyone cares about the set up so just know that when you see this (😳😳😳) is when things start to get a lil heated and the good stuff starts...
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*
*
*
*
  In the future, truly free men are a thing of the past. Those who yearn for real freedom exile themselves to Siberia, where no government is dumb enough to chase them. You live in a village in Siberia that was built around these ideals. You spend your time hunting or defending from bear attacks. Every now and then you sneak out and drive to the nearest city to enjoy the advanced tech and entertainment. However tonight is the night that will forever change your life.

You wake up in a cell, hands cuffed and sleeping on the floor with a pounding headache. You don't how you got here but you're hoping that, whatever you did, wasn't that dumb. The look on the officer's face says otherwise though. He motions you to stand, and tells you to follow him. You both walk into a small interrogation room and he asks you a question.

"Do you know why you're here?" You don't even remember how you got here.

"No."

"Do you want to know?" You nod, and he pulls out a pretty long list. "You caused a public disturbance, punched a midget, unleashed a stampede of goats, landed a plane on the highway, robbed an officer, opened a wormhole, assaulted a man with his own cybernetic arm, hit a chihuahua with a tennis racket, drained a bar, gave a baby a loaded Makarov, flew over the police chasing you with a prototype jetpack you stole from a nearby military warehouse, ate a stop sign, fought a military 4-star general and won, tried to conceive with a Double Bacon Quarter-Pounder with Cheese, you were licking the window of a McDonalds for ten minutes while being tazed, RKO'd a senior citizen, got in a sword duel with reenactors and held your own against several professional martial artist with a chair. All while dressed as Wendy."

"Wendy's Wendy?"

"Yes, redhead with pigtails."

"Wow, tha-"

"That was the first half of the first page out of ten." He looked exhausted as he said that. "Apparently it all started after you went to a bar, completely sober mind you, and kept ordering vodka with pickles. According to another patron, you were 'eating pickles and vodka like chips and dip'" How did alcohol poisoning not kill you?

"So, what now?" There's no way you're not getting punished for this. You fought a military general for gods sake, I'm surprised they still tried to catch you alive.

"What now is you have 2 options. Life in prison, or life in servitude." Servitude? That's new. And of course there isn't a trail. That goes to the privileged.

"What do you mean servitude?"

"You could spend your sentence working as an indentured servant for whoever is willing to take you. Don't worry, there are rules to protect you and your master. But in general you'd have to do anything they demanded of you. If you ask me, I'd say it's better than a Russian super-max prison." You think on it for a little and then ask.

"What kind of people would I be serving?"

"It cost a lot, tens of thousands yearly, to be on this program, so my assumption is a wealthy family or individual. I assume slavery would be a luxury only the rich can afford." At least it (probably) wouldn't be work in a coal mine. "There is a high demand for strong servants, so you'll probably get picked." It's time for your final decision.

"I go with servitude." And so you spent the next few days learning the rules of the program, most of it didn't seem like it would ever matter. One rule however stuck with you. The masters report bimonthly on the servants behaviors, multiple reports of disobedience got the servants pulled and placed in prison. This was obviously supposed to keep the servants in line. But you had no problem being a butler, or house maid, or whatever they might ask of you.

  So days later, you're riding an elevator with two officers in an outfit that your new master requested. A fitted suit made of soft, stretchy and breathable material. If nothing else, at least your new master seems to somewhat care. It only just crossed your mind that they could be a dominatrix or a Bondage enthusiast and there would be nothing you could do about it. They live on the top floor of this penthouse, floor 191. The elevator stops and the officers step out first to introduce you. As you step out you see the back of a head, with short blonde, almost white hair. The rest of their body being blocked by a couch.

  She turns around, wearing a tracksuit, and the gears in your mind begin to turn as you feel like you've seen her somewhere before.

"Is this my new servant?" Her voice is almost therapeutic.

"Yes, madam Zolotov. They are yours starting now, anything you wish is their command." That's it! She's the boxing welterweight champion of the world, Alina Zolotov. Among both men and women. Once she heard those words her face went from intrigue to total delight. For someone so physically powerful, she was being very adorable. "We'll leave you now, stay safe." And now for the rest of your life you'll be abused by this sadist, you think to yourself as you watch the two men go back into the elevator. I know it sounds crazy but maybe prison was a better idea.

😳😳😳

"No need to feel nervous... I'll be careful with you." Oh yeah THAT'S reassuring. The words send a shiver down your spine as she walks past you. "I'll be with you shortly, get comfortable." We're gonna die here aren't we.

  So you prepare to serve your new mistress. After a while you start to check your watch, the one she requested you'd have. While looking down you feel gentle hands slide up and carefully wrap around and tightly hug you. You know what? Maybe this won't be awful.

"Are you ready my dear servant?"

"Yes mistress, I will do anything for you." You memorized the lines they taught you a few days prior by heart. You are determined to NOT fuck this up. She makes her way around to you, wearing a red sweater and leggings. And sits down, bringing her legs up onto the couch. Sitting in a way that has her back resting on the right armrest and her knees up so you can only see the tops of her feet, which are almost perfect. You've always been a little interested in women's feet. Though in Siberia you lived alone and no one in their right mind would go outside without shoes. You'd expect an athlete to be veiny around their hands and feet but she still manages to have smooth pale beauties.

"I'm sure you know that to be a world champion, training sessions must be brutal. Even after a nice cold shower, 15 minutes in the sauna, and an ice bath. One thing never seems to change..." She lifts her left leg over her right. Revealing a pink sore sole in desperate need of some attention. "My feet are in constant pain. I need someone with strong hands to relieve me of this burden. Please do anything you can." She straightens her legs and rests on her stomach. Placing her feet right on your lap. Leaving you with two awaiting soles.

  You begin by carefully feeling around her soles, they're thick, meaty and squishy. Nothing you'd expect from a fighter. The smell they emit is one of diligent care, it's obvious that she may be a little insecure about her feet. Either way the scent was your motivation to calm her. The feeling is making her more relaxed already, as you see her shut her eyes and rest her head on a nearby pillow. However things change once you find the sore muscles on her arch and start to rub them gently. She shudders slightly.

"Oooooh, just perfect..." Her words encourage you to experiment more. So you begin to rub closer to her toes and eventually in between each toe. The smell has become unavoidable as you've started to, unknowingly, draw closer and closer to her soles. Your mind almost completely dominated by a desire to serve them. You get closer and closer until you're inhaling pure foot fumes. You can't resist anymore, you've been raising them closer to your face and now they're within kissing distance so... why not?

You place a deep passionate kiss right in the middle of her left sole, which only ended up amplifying your urges. Until fear sets in as you realize you've overstepped your bounds. You look over and see Zolotov propping herself up with her elbows. She turns her head a little and though can't see her face, what you can see is the blush now on her cheeks.

"W-Why have you stopped?" The question didn't sound condescending. It had a genuine tone, she's actually concerned. Maybe she's worried you'll find her feet repulsive, or maybe not good enough. Either way you take the question as a green light to continue. So you embrace both of her thick soles with even more kisses. You can feel the softness on your lips as they almost sink into her soles. Your mind is completely lost in the way they smell and feel, your senses are being completely overpowered. She's started to let out small sounds. A deep breath every now and then, or a small almost inaudible moan. you look over again, and though you can barely see them, her eyes are begging for more. You begin to feel that the only thing left to do is to have a taste. But you're not going to risk it again, so this time you cease for a moment and place them back on your lap.

  Concern returns to her blushing face as she sits up, brings her legs in and turns to face you once more. You take a deep breath.

"M-Mistress, permission to.. go further." Her eyes widen, but she's not shocked. She's excited, happy that her fears were just in her imagination. She grabs another pillow and throws is across the couch.

"There, rest your head." And so you do. You feel your heart pound harder and harder as you see her beautifully pink soles slowly approach you until finally, they make contact. And envelope your entire face in her warm embrace. You can't help but feel loved and lucky. As if this is the kind of serene warmth only she can give. "Please... go further." You must at this point, not even because you're legally bound but for her sake. You lick all around her arches. The sensation makes her shiver in pleasure. You take her toes in your mouth one after another until each one has been thoroughly tasted and massaged by your tongue. You combine kisses with licks to provide the most stimulation possible. Sliding your tongue between each toe as if to emphasize that you're not going to miss a single spot. All the while massaging her calves as well. Going the extra mile to leave an amazing first impression on your mistress. She pulls one foot away and gently slides the other up past your chin and onto your lips where she pries them open with her toes. Slipping her toes on top of your tongue. Wiggling them until she pulls them out and repeats the process with her other foot.

  You two go on until she eventually takes both feet away and instead grabs your wrists to pin your arms down. Her eyes show pure love and a desire to get closer, so she does. Her thick lips making an already amazing kiss even more intoxicating. There is no lust. Only a thirst for your affection. Her tongue dominates yours as you give in to her. Both of you moaning, hoping the other is feeling the same thing. She slows down and pulls away. now sitting on your lower abdomen. She begins to say something.

"I don't know if they've told you but, the masters are allowed to grant the servants freedom if they feel they deserve it after a certain period of time." The words hit you like a truck. You still have a chance to be free? But then you think, if you do go free you'd never experience something like this with another person again. She continues, "But I... I don't want to let you go. The time period is 5 years until I can make that decision. When the time comes I'll leave the choice to you but I'm begging you, please let this keep going. I feel like I've found someone truly special." Her gentle hands cup your face and she looks at you with anticipation. Like days before, you take a minute to think about your options.

"I'll stay with you." Her face goes from insanely nervous to a gleaming happiness.

"Come here..." Your faces come together again as the sounds of love fade into the night

Yo i could write the next 50 shades dude. Also if you didn't know Zolotov means gold in russian. I hope you enjoyed the story