Virginity for Sale

The lunch was very tasty. Juicy fried steak with delicate mashed potatoes, mushroom cream soup, strong milk tea and two slices of rye bread.

“Mmm… it smells good.” The girl smiled, passing her nose over the tray. The past maid brought her absolutely tasteless food.

“Eat, bon appetit to you. I’ll come by in an hour and pick up the tray.” The woman smiled and left the room, not forgetting to lock it with a key.

Diana was pleased that at least someone was talking to her. The last woman who brought her food often didn’t even say hello or look at her. Diana was afraid of her. And this nice lady was very sweet and kind. For the first time in a long while, there was an opportunity to talk to a living person! Talk about what was going on in her soul! She so wanted simple human attention and sympathy.

Diana began to devour her food greedily. It seemed divinely delicious to her. While the girl ate the cream soup, she thought about why, besides Alexander, only this servant was kind to her. This woman today looked at her with a kind of motherly tenderness and kindness. Not with reproach or contempt, but with kindness. Miroslava worked in this house relatively recently. She was given clear instructions: not to interfere in the affairs of her master and follow simple instructions without any questions. Her responsibilities included preparing breakfast and serving food. The rest of the time she cleaned the part of the house where Alexander lived.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Miroslava sincerely fell in love with this sweet, but stupid girl, who was kept locked up. And the captive liked this communication and attention, even very much. The master was often kind to her, but that was because she was his property. And the servant looked at the slave as a person, and not at a thing or a toy. This was a very strange sensation, foreign to Diana. And although she liked it, she was still afraid to experience something other than complete submission and a desire to satisfy the Master.

Quickly enough, she finished the food and moved to the bed. She just wanted to lie down and dream. Now Diana only had to do that. Alexander left for a long time, which meant she would not need to please him, follow orders and be afraid that he would not like something.

This meant that she could relax for a couple of days. She was ashamed of her thoughts, but something inside her suggested that if she hid her mind from the owner, then no one would ever know about her secret. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to endure constant flogging?

“Why don’t I like it when the owner hits me? The teachers said that something was wrong with me if I didn’t feel the joy of the spanking, but besides me there were other girls who confessed to me that they were also in pain and unpleasant… So maybe I’m not the only one?”

The sufferer in heavy meditation collapsed on the bed and began to look out the window. There, as always, a picture unfolded, interesting only to her.

She smiled at the rays of the sun showing through the foliage and it felt so easy and joyful in her soul, she was almost happy. For a few minutes, she forgot about Alexander and began to imagine how she left the room and walked barefoot on the freshly cut grass.

Suddenly she jumped up on the bed and clutched her head with her hands: “What’s wrong with me? I shouldn’t think so! This is a sin, this is bad! No! I must love the Master and humbly wait for him if he ordered me to. I have to sob now and bang my head against the walls, because I feel bad without him.” The girl howled long and softly, rocking back and forth on the bed. Contradictions tormented and tore her to pieces, her childish brain could not cope with the heavy load and her head was splitting into pieces.

On the one hand, Diana was, in the depths of her soul, devoted to Alexander, dreamed only to please him, trembled only from one of his glances and melted from the touch of his hand. On the other hand, she was glad that he had left, and she would no longer be beaten and punished. For a whole month, Alexander will not do with her what makes her hate herself.

The girl spent about an hour in this position. And then, exhausted from emotional stress, she fell fast asleep. She dreamed that she was by the pool, in a beautiful, expensive swimsuit.

She lay on a couch near the water and enjoyed the sun, fresh air and just a good day. Suddenly she was sprinkled with spray, she rose, laughing, and saw Alexander. He put his hands on the edge of the pool and pulled himself up on them.

The man smiled and looked at Diana with tenderness. The girl at that time looked at him, just like those two girls, with exactly the same look, as if she were with him on the same stage of evolution. Her gaze was full of lust and desire.

She got up from the chair and walked over to the man. She took his face with her palms, looked down at him and kissed him sweetly. When she looked up from Alexander and looked into his eyes, instead of her usual clear eyes, she saw two black coals. The man’s whole face was contorted with rage, hatred and some kind of lustful desire.

The girl screamed in horror and, in one leap, jumped away from Alexander. And the man got out of the pool, and slowly began to move towards her, clenching his fists and rolling his nodules strongly. He swung to strike with his fist, Diana clenched, covered herself with her hands and… woke up.

“Aaaa…” She sat up abruptly on the bed. She was covered in beads of cold sweat. Icy horror froze in her blood, her heart was pounding at a frantic speed, and her breath was hammered.

For about twenty minutes the poor thing tried to recover, she was still breathing deeply, and her heart was pounding against her ribs. This dream was so realistic that it was difficult for her to determine where she was now, in a dream or in reality.

Diana got out of bed and went to the window. There, on the street, it was so fresh, so good, the sun was shining, a light breeze was blowing. She did not feel it, but she imagined how it gently enveloped her skin.

This wind swayed the foliage on the trees and the blades of grass untouched near the trees. Diana closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to be right in the middle of this lawn. She imagined it very well, even, practically, felt the warmth of the sun and a breath of wind on her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself and lifted her head. Diana enjoyed her vision. After a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes and looked back at the lawn.