So I wanted to tell you about a lovely little dream I woke up from last night. It was about me, of course. I was slave. Naked and cold on an auction stage. There was a very heavy chain attached to an iron collar around my neck. My hands were tied behind my back. The front of my body faced several dozen people who were shouting out bids for my flesh. I was proud to be considered worth some money, after all that's what a slave's life is all about. When the bidding got close to two thousand dollars, the bids came slower and slower until a man in a black t-shirt ended up with the high bid. When the auctioneer called it, I was sold for two thousand dollars.

They led me off the stage in the heavy chains and left me with the cashier until all the other slave girls had been auctioned off. I waited impatiently for my new owner to come and pay for me. And when he came to the cashier, the cashier looked among all us naked girls, searching for the numbers that had been painted on our thighs. "67 is over there, 98 is there, and 114 is right there." The cashier pointed right at me, number 114. A guard came and took the heavy iron collar from my neck and replaced it with a light leather collar with an attached leash. Three of us naked slaves were led to our new owner. We three had never met before. As we regarded each other's beauty, our new owner paid for us. He took our leashes and ordered us to the parking lot.

Our skins shone brilliantly in the sun. When we reached his car, he put the other two girls in the back seat and opened the trunk for me.  "Get in, slave whore." He held my leash as I stepped over the bumper. One foot in the trunk and one on the pavement, I almost fell over. My balance was off, remember my hands were still tied behind my back. He gave me a little push and I fell into the trunk beside his spare tire.  He pulled my hair and forced me to my knees. "If you weren't a slave girl, I'd almost say you were pretty. But you're a slave, so as far as I'm concerned you're just a fuck bitch." I liked it when he told me these things. He meant that he was glad he bought me.

Never letting go of my hair, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his massive cock out into the sunshine. My eyes grew wide at the sight of his manhood. "Suck master's cock," he commanded. He pulled my hair until I tipped forward, almost spilling out of the trunk. His penis pressed against my moist lips and I opened to receive him. With men and women and slave girls walking through the parking lot, my master pumped his rigid cock into my face hole. I nearly suffocated on his cock, and when he was nearly ready to cum I started to choke.

He spurt three times. The first was straight down my gullet. The second was in my mouth with a long string of sperm hanging from my bottom lip. The third was right into my eye and across my cheek. "Not bad for two thousand dollars," he said as he put his cock back into his trousers.

He pushed me back into the trunk.  "Relax whore, it's a three hour drive back to the farm." And the he slammed the trunk door in my face. I could taste him all the way to my new home.

Luv, your slave,

Amber.

So I just wanted to raise a little awareness of the links page on my website at http://amber.eroticillusions.com/free/links.htm. There are several websites in this list owned by artists that do artwork in many of the same fantasies/fetishes as my own. If you like my artwork, you may like their's. Please find some time to check them out.

If you have a website with similar content, please consider sending me a link to it at amberanxious@yahoo.com. It may be a site I haven't seen before and I'm always looking out for new and interesting stuff.

Also, I've approved a few dozen new members at the anxietygarden yahoo group, but there has been little activity. I realize most people are just looking for free artwork and there's nothing wrong with that, but I would like to generate some discussion about any of the fantasies and fetishes you see on my website. Please check it out and share some experiences and fantasies with the rest of us.

Luv, your slave,

Amber.

Hi Folks! Just popping in to make a quick announcement.

I created a Yahoo! Group called anxietygarden. There's not much there right now, but I'd really like to generate some discussion about the fantasies that so many of us share. If you have the time, please stop in at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/anxietygarden/.

Click to join anxietygarden

Luv, your slave,

Amber.

Cheers folks!

I've gotten myself involved in a new exciting project over at Debauched Dreams. This is an erotic art and story site with four distinct categories:

• Erotica
• Other Worlds
• Peril
• Fetish

Each category is host to dozens of artists' work, aimed at fans who are interested in any of the following topics, and more: Sex, Softcore, Fantasy, Pinup, Lesbian, Monsters, Tentacles, SciFi, Alien, Bondage, BDSM, Water Sports, all Trans, Pony Girls, Femdom, Cannibalism, Vore, Dark, Asphyxiation, Rape, Forced Sex. That is just a series of key phrases that were developed by the site organizers as a guide. You'll find a lot of weird shit in there, including some of the erotic stuff I do with regard to my dreams, like slavery, farm fetish, monsters, alien abductions, perilous misadventures and shark attacks. You can also find some free erotic artwork at Debauched Dreams under 'previews'.

I'm proud to announce that I've posted some of my work to three of these categories; Other Worlds, Peril, and Fetish. So if you are looking for another way to find my artwork, you can find some of it there. But not all of it. As always, you can still find my entire gallery of erotic art at Garden of Anxiety, or free stuff at Anxiety Garden.

Luv, your slave,

Amber.

My latest daydream... I've been in a somewhat darker mood lately.

The city bought a bunch of slave girls at a bulk discount. Most of us were expecting to be sold cheaply to the Huggy Buggy Pet Food Company to be processed into canned cat food when we were 'lucky' enough to be sold to the City.  A much appreciated reprive from Slave Girl Heaven soon turns to dread when we realize that we are to be part of the city's summer time promotion of depravity and debauchery.  One by one, our pathetic little nothing lives are going to be snuffed out for the entertainment of all the free citizens.  Daily public hangings designed to promote legal execution of any Slave girl.  When my day arrived, I watched them take down yesterday's slave girl meat and toss it into the back of a refridgerated van.  No morgue would take that piece of meat. It was definately a Huggy Buggy truck.

A crowd had developed, and cheered as my naked bod was led to the rope knot that would soon squeeze the life out of me.  They tied my arms to my side and my knees together.  The rope drew tight around my neck. 

Nobody said anything to declare the reason they were doing what they were doing. They just lifted me up into the air, and the crowd cheered.  I'm not really sure what I did when the rope crushed my airpipe, but I'm pretty sure I did the same but even more violently when they shoved that makeshift spear between my legs and into my love gash.  If there was blood, it only served to lubricate the brutal lovemaking that the needle-sharp steel did to my cervix. I tried not to think about it. I fixated on the people that I was entertaining.  Mostly men of course, but there were some women. They rubbed their crotches and buckled at their knees. Men had their cocks in hand, spewing their sperm in every direction. The public had an orgy all on account of my suffering.

In the end I think they would have preferred that I suffered even more than I did.  White bubbly foam at my lips, I just sort of slipped away into the void.  In the last few moments I remembered the Huggy Buggy company and realized that my pathetic little nothing slave girl body was far from finished serving the public.

Luv, your slave,

Amber.

Hi gang! Did I ever have a busy week. First there was a gang of jealous cheerleaders that grabbed me off the street and raped me with the largest fuckin' dildo on the planet!  Then I had a date with a guy who I thought was sweet but turned out to be a crazed lunatic bent on testing his new drill set on me!  And then the alien mothership stopped by again.  Did I mention the alien mothership before?  I think I'm having a steady affair with this race of horny aliens, they are always stopping by for a few kicks.  In another post maybe I'll tell you about my alien lovers.

No, this didn't all happen for real. My subconscious just had a field day with me this past week.  Usually I stick with one particular flavor of crazed lunacy before my subconscious moves on to the next bizarre thing.  This time I was eating out of a smorgasbord of weird. That one with the date and the guy turning out to be a real nasty guy was actually pretty new; sort of really scared me. Probably because it was new.  If he comes to visit me again I'll be ready for him - with my vibrator!  :)

At any rate, I got all this week's happenings in dreamland recorded in my sketchbook for future reference.  I might take a stab at recreating one or all of these in my artwork in the coming weeks.

Stay tuned.  Stay tight.  See you in my dreams!

Luv, your slave,

Amber.