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“Open.” He placed the handle of the leash sideways in my mouth as we arrived at the base of the staircase. “This is just far too short for me to hold while you climb the stairs. You’ll give it back to me at the top. And if you’re well-behaved for me in there, I’ll even carry you back down for dinner. Deal?” I nodded eagerly and started my clambering ascent. I blushed, remembering his instructions as I had crawled around the kitchen. Put on a show for Daddy. I arched my back and made sure to spread my knees a little wider than natural, peeking over my shoulder to make sure he was appreciating my efforts. He was.

In the upstairs hallway, he took the leash back in hand. He led me past what he explained was “our room”, which sent shivers down my spine. Ours. A physical space that belonged to both of us. I hadn’t been sure this day would ever come, and now I was mere feet away from a bed that we would share every night. Around the corner and past the railing overlooking the two-story entryway, we arrived at our destination. The other bedroom in the house. The playroom. The door was shut tight. He drew us to a stop directly in front of it, turning to stare down at me. 

“Your absolute best behavior, okay, puppy? In the playroom, you don’t speak unless instructed to, or if you need to use a safeword. You do not get off your knees unless I say so. And in there, I’m not Daddy or Sir, I’m Master. Am I understood? Words are fine in the hallway.”

“Yes, Master.” My gaze was settled around his thighs. He hadn’t banned eye contact yet, but I could feel myself settling into the set of strict protocols, arranging myself into my rightful place beneath him, and it just didn’t feel like the moment.

“What a good girl. My good girl.” The door swung open and I crawled inside, getting oriented while keeping my eyes on my own level. It was uncharacteristically bright inside for what was essentially a dungeon, with soothing sage green walls and dark wood flooring and fixtures. I could see there were curtains on these windows, but sheer enough to let in plenty of light. The air was lightly fragrant, woodsy and comforting. He immediately busied himself with an elaborate storage area in a tucked-in corner, and my eyes followed him. 

All manner of implements hung from a pegboard on the wall. Crops, canes, floggers. Of course, as I watched him stretching to retrieve a bin from a high shelf, his shirt rode up to expose what I knew to be his implement of choice: his brown leather belt. A shiver rippled through my body as I considered that whatever the rest of my life contained, still largely unknown to me, there was a nearly 100% chance it would involve taking a great many beatings from that very belt in this very room.

“Go kneel by the bed, pup.” He was rummaging in a drawer now, the sound of metal being pushed around raising the hairs on the back of my neck. There was a comfortable cushion on the floor at the foot of the bed where I assumed he wanted me. I folded my hands behind my back to wait, looking around. The bed had what looked to be a water-resistant sheet draped over it, but looked relatively comfy. It was canopy-style, though there were no drapes. Instead, the corner posts, headboard and footboard slats, and overhead bars provided a myriad of attachment points for restraints. 

He had a small desk in here, too, which I realized was the source of the fragrance; an incense stick burned low in a pretty ceramic container. The desk was otherwise pretty sparse, but a notebook and some pens sat on top, and were those… pictures of me? I flushed deeply. They were indeed pictures of me that I'd sent him over the years. Well, mostly. One was a screenshot from my old apartment security camera. I could see my phone pressed to my cheek, obviously mid play session, knees pulled to my chest, hand buried between my thighs. One was just a particularly artful shot of my tits, the heaviest clamps I'd owned in my previous life hanging from my nipples. And one of my face, makeup a mess, hair wild, as I lay facedown on my old bedroom floor, presumably just after we played. I looked so deep in subspace, like I couldn't be happier. If only that girl knew how happy we are now. 

I gasped a little in excitement as my eyes darted to the corner behind the desk. My crate. I couldn't see much, until I caught the reflection in the wall-mounted mirror opposite. I squirmed as I realized the mirror would let him see me from virtually any angle in the room, even though the crate had initially appeared to be placed to allow for some privacy. It was imposing, metal bars set into the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture in the room. I could tell that I would fit, but it would be tight. I spotted a soft, pink blanket and a few small pillows so that I'd be able to get comfy any way I chose. I could see one of his t-shirts in the corner, and… oh my God, he'd actually gone and gotten a–

“Open.” I hadn't even noticed him cross the room, I’d been so transfixed. I did, and he briefly showed me a sturdy harness, the centerpiece of which was an imposing red ball gag, then fitted it snugly into my mouth. “I promise you'll get to check out your crate just as soon as I'm ready to have you a set of bars removed from me, but that time has nowhere near arrived. Focus up. Show me yellow,” he ordered as he started in on the straps, and I delivered a clear ‘unh-unh’ past the intrusion. “Good girl, now show me red.” 

“Unh-unh-unh,” I grunted, adding an emphatic shake of my head. He seemed satisfied both with my ability to communicate and the tightness of the straps. 

“Alright, climb on up. On your back, right in the middle, feet flat on the bed. Wider. Good girl.” I felt a cuff close around my left ankle, then my right. I didn’t dare to look, but found I couldn’t close my legs any longer and knew he had put me in a spreader bar. He pushed my legs back, and I flushed as I felt cool air against my exposed holes. His hands circled my wrists now, clipping my existing cuffs to the center of the bar. “Remember to unh-unh if the position is too much, okay pup? You’re gonna be here for a bit.” I heard clinking as he affixed the apparatus to one of the bars above and behind me, effectively folding me in half. I squirmed, trying to determine if any position granted me less exposure, but every movement seemed to leave me more open, more exposed. 

The plug started to move again in my ass. I moaned through the gag, grateful for any stimulation, but the noise sharpened as he stretched me open to the maximum again. This was our largest plug, and I’d been wearing it since I’d gotten through security on my way here. By now, I couldn’t tell how long it had been, and I didn’t particularly care, but I was getting sore. 

“I know, puppy,” he crooned. “I know, we don’t normally make you wear this one this long. You’ve been such a good girl. You’ll get a break after this, just relax for Daddy.” Finally, he pulled it from me completely, and I did my best to let my tightest entrance gape open for him. His low noise of approval told me I had succeeded. A couple lubed fingers first stroked teasingly, then replaced the plug, wrenching a moan from my chest. We’d done plenty of anal play from a distance, but it had been mostly a series of increasingly large plugs and other toys. To have his fingers rubbing me, filling me, his breath fluttering over my dripping pussy…

Oh fuck. His breath was getting warmer, closer. My hips jerked in the direction of the sensation, colliding my slick folds directly with his bearded chin, drawing a chuckle from him and a yelp from myself. “Oh, what, you wanted something like this?” he teased, and I felt his lips brush the very outer edge of my opening. 

“Eeeeeeath,” I begged to the best of my ability, straining in my attempt to draw more contact, though he knew better than to be taken by surprise a second time and evaded me easily. His fingers were working in and out of my ass effortlessly with the involuntary movement of my hips. I strained against the cuffs to no avail. I needed more. I needed more now. I was going to die if he didn’t– 

His lips closed around my clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue gently over it. My hips jerked against him, and I ground myself hard against his beard as a strangled scream escaped the gag. He took the opportunity to replace his fingers with the head of a thick dildo, slick with lube that I was grateful for. Many times over the years, I’d been informed that the best lube I could hope for was whatever I could generate from deep within my throat. This was a rare kindness.

“You see,” he muttered against my skin, “I have to make sure this hole can eventually take everything I want to give it. But my cock wants that pussy first. I can’t help it, sweet girl, it’s just so pretty. So pink and it stays so drippy for me.” Every few words were punctuated by a deep thrust with the dildo, massaging the thin wall between my ass and pussy maddeningly. Each time, his tongue teased my clit again, driving me two steps closer to the brink before drawing me another step back. 

“I knew you being here would test my self control,” he continued. “What I wouldn’t have given to just keep you tied to this bed all day today, filling you again and again until I just couldn’t anymore. But it’s so important to me we do this right, puppy. We have forever for me to use you in every way I desire. Right now, I need to be your responsible Master and make sure you understand that every single part of this body belongs to me.” 

The toy was moving inside me more urgently, now, and I was groaning with wanton pleasure into the gag. My mind slipped to the space we used to exist in, over the phone, across time zones, toys working in and out of my holes at his orders. Even as his mouth tortured me, letting my clit flirt with the edge before leaving it sensitive, aching, to drive his tongue deep between my folds, I began to feel the dildo as if it were his real cock. I worked my hips shamelessly, desperate to please him. My efforts didn’t go unnoticed.

“Look how nice that ass takes a cock,” he marveled. “What an eager whore. Good girl.” His mouth hovered over my clit again. I reached for him, whining, but he drew back, the thrusting in my ass slowing to a stop as I felt him shift away from me, reaching for something. “I like you exactly this worked up for now. Can’t let you get too carried away. Remember your unh-unhs if the pain is too much, okay puppy?” That was the only warning I had before a cruel clamp bit down directly on my clit, and I screamed into the gag, eyes flying wide open. His groan of pleasure in response was low, but audible, and butterflies erupted low in my tummy at the knowledge that my suffering was making him hard. 

Then he was pounding me again, and the painful pressure of the clamp surrounding my clit on all sides made the sensation of the toy significantly more intense. And as my hips moved, was that…? It was. My face heated as I heard the jingling of a little bell fixed to the clamp fill the room. I felt the headspace that allowed me to cum from anal become available to me, as I became something… else. Something simpler. I felt my humanity slip away, my only motivation now to take anything and everything he would give me. The ache from being stretched for so long, the force with which he drove the toy into me, the distinct feeling of being used. Fuck. I was going to cum.

“Aaath errrrr, aaaath errrr eeeeath,” I begged, but I knew I had to hold it back as my unintelligible pleas went unacknowledged. But the more I tried to ground myself in my body, the harder it got. The jingling. The burning pain turning into a dull, numb sort of ache. The way the toy stretched me open. His eyes on me. I couldn’t see, not the way he had me bound, certainly not around my tits, but I could feel the heat of his gaze. I had tumbled over the edge without permission only a handful of times in our distance days, and I knew I wouldn’t be in nearly as much trouble as if I did it while he used my pussy. Still, the drive to be nothing but perfectly obedient was overwhelming, keeping me balanced on the precipice.

“You look so, so pretty like this, puppy,” he breathed. “I can see how close you are. You’re turning pink, right here on your chest. And this tight little cunt, I like that I can see how it quivers when I need to stop if I’m not ready for you to cum yet. I love learning all your little tells, puppy. Soon you won’t be able to hide anything from your Master, huh? Don’t worry, I wouldn’t make you cum on a toy when you could have my cock.” He slowed the onslaught, then stopped completely, letting me rest, full, for a moment. The chain running from the spreader bar to the bars above the bed relaxed, and he briefly freed my wrist cuffs from between my ankles before securing them around one of the slats in the headboard, stretching me vertically. Finally, I felt him ease the toy from my ass, leaving me buzzing, but empty, and then the spreader bar was gone, too, and I gingerly relaxed my legs flat, mindful of the miserable way the clamp would bite into my clit further if I wasn’t careful.

He appeared quickly above me, tilting my head forward to release the necessary straps. I knew immediately what he expected, and when the gag left my mouth I kept it wide open, relishing the pride in his eyes as he worked the dildo over my tongue and quickly back into my throat. I squirmed as I tasted my ass and choked on the intrusion, my wrists fighting against the headboard; my knees falling to one side, then the other. I was relieved when he let me breathe without waiting for me to tap out. He pumped the toy back into my throat a handful of times to clean it more thoroughly before setting it down on the bedside table.

Now he was settling in next to my bound form on the bed, turning my face physically towards him. “Look at me, puppy.” His eyes were scanning my face, calmly but carefully. “You took that so, so well. Master’s so proud of you. Yeah, look at that smile. Nod for green, shake for not green?” I nodded emphatically, leaning into him as much as my restraints allowed for. “Do you need anything different, like the clit clamp off, or the cuffs different?” No? Alright, pup, sip some of this water for me.” There was the pink bottle again. “I’m gonna put the gag back in, then. Head up. I just love the way you look in it, all these straps, the way your lips stretch around it…” I swore he was buckling it tighter this time. He traced my lips with a single finger, and I whimpered at not being able to taste his skin again. 

He straddled my hips and I squirmed, half out of need and half from struggling under his weight. Finally, there was the sensation of healthy fear bubbling in my stomach. For just about the first time since I arrived, I was not only at his mercy because I chose to be. Even when my hands were restrained behind my back in the living room, I could have at least tried to crawl away, futile as it may have been. Now I was well and truly trapped. He leaned back, drinking in the way my tits moved as I pulled the cuffs weakly against the headboard. Not that they felt significant in any way compared to the way his body effortlessly pinned me to the bed, seeming more like a convenience for him than anything else as he shrugged off his t-shirt. I took in the sight of his barrel chest with its smattering of reddish hair, the Celtic knot tattoo I knew he had sat nine hours for in one sitting, his broad shoulders that had gently held my body with ease in his dining chair not an hour ago. Now, I saw only the way the muscles would ripple as he held me down. Not that his tree trunk legs needed much help, he had begun to press me harder against the bed, thighs squeezing in on my own, and my squirming slowed to a stop. Helpless.

His eyes glittered with something a little feral. I knew of this side of him, had experienced it over the phone through his groans of satisfaction as I cried real tears, begging him to stop, please, Daddy, I can’t, you’re hurting me. The times he used to come home, frustrated from work, and my phone would ring. Get the belt, he would say in a dangerous tone the moment I picked up. Daddy needs to hit something. Make it hurt. 

Now, I had no doubt he was about to show me how powerless I really was. How little I’d been making it hurt all these years, compared to what he could and would do to me. Needed to do to me. He reached with one hand for my right tit, idly, like a cat toying with a mouse as if it weren’t about to eat it. He squeezed, groaning, grinding his bulge into me, then pinched my nipple, hard. I yelped into the gag.

“Fuck, I love these. And they’re all mine.” His voice was slow and steady, lower than it had been up to this point. I knew he was ready to cum again, after playing with me for hours, but also knew his iron self control wouldn’t allow him to give me the satisfaction just yet. He gave me a light smack, his appreciation at the resulting jiggle making itself known from deep in his chest. Harder now. Now his other hand was groping me, too, and I couldn’t control my pathetic noises, all whimpers and huffy sighs when he would temporarily pull a hand away, punctuated with staccato yips of surprise when his fingertips would meanly pinch and prod my flesh, or his open hand would find purchase. I could feel his handprints beginning to layer themselves onto my flesh, the literal heat growing. 

“I really do hate this part, pup.” I looked at him with some reproach, somewhat disbelieving when I could feel evidence to the contrary pressed against my thighs. “I mean it. I love you. I hate hurting you. But the fact that you’re mine to hurt. That I’m the one you trust to hurt you. It’s like a drug, I can’t not,” He leaned into me now, and I shifted my hips in kind, still hoping beyond hope that he’d lose that iron grip and bury himself deep inside me. But the only indication of his base instincts getting the better of him was the way he sunk his teeth into the flesh around my nipple before sucking, hard, wrenching a scream from me, my eyes flying wide open. More slaps, and his teeth were trailing up my neck now, until he was growling directly into my ear.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you suffer for me.” I believed him. That I was beautiful to him, and that he hated how much he needed this. I could hear the torture in his voice. I nuzzled against his cheek as much as I could, trying to tell him it was okay. I was okay. I loved that sadistic glimmer in his eye. I loved that I could please him in so many different ways; by giving him what he needed, by letting him take what he needed, by suffering. And more than I even loved giving him pleasure this way, I loved what it did to me, to feel him hurt me and then feel him grind against me only a beat later. To take pain from him, and a second later be praised for it. The contrast, in quick succession, made my head spin, and made me so sure that I belonged exactly where I was.

He leaned back again, and made quick work of his belt through the loops. I should have known. It really was his favorite. The first thing he’d ever openly fantasized about using on me. He folded the end of it over and tested it against his forearm a couple times. Something inside me melted as I realized he was testing out a variety of different grips and strikes, trying to dial in how much pain he was looking to inflict.

His other hand reached out to steady his target, my right tit, then the belt cracked down hard, catching plenty of my nipple in the process. Screaming into the gag yet again, I thrashed as much as his body and the cuffs allowed me, although the effort of wriggling my lower body only reminded me how securely my clit was still clamped, eliciting a secondary whimper. “Good girl,” he murmured, smoothing his fingertips over the places I could feel the redness blossoming, then struck again quickly. “Sometimes I’ll make you count, like for certain punishments, but I think you find the gag comforting right now, don’t you?” 

I really did. It let me think about something other than not breaking his rules about no speaking unless directed. It turned off a whole section of my brain. Speaking was unavailable to me, there was no need to keep the lights on in that particular lobe. My current state made me simpler, more authentically my base self. And it let me scream, really scream, and flex my lips around the thick silicone, and struggle against something that wasn’t the headboard. These things helped enormously as he striped lash after lash over and across my right tit at varying angles, more often than not catching my nipple in the crossfire.

I counted in my head, anyway, wanting to practice his expectation. Three, four, five. Fuck, his hands feel good after, though. Six. Seven. Eight.

“Good job, puppy. You’re doing so, so well. You’re gonna take ten total on each side, so you’re halfway there already, and look how well you’re doing.” Another lash, and he seemed to be hitting harder now. I was starting to feel more of the thuddy impact behind the initial burning sting. Nine. Wait, halfway? A whine of indignation burst from my chest. Only one more would make ten. “I know, so exciting! Four more.” Ten. Was that one harder than the others? He said ten, I should be done. I pleaded with my eyes, tears springing as the belt came down again, letting myself feel the fear that came with his unrelenting eyes. Eleven. I could see, even from my angle, some of the places where bruises would blossom, my skin naturally sensitive and pale. His thumb caressed one now. “So close, sweet girl. Here’s the ninth, ready?” 

Twelve. The waiting made it worse, and the tears started to fall down my cheeks as the leather kissed my skin. My face and chest burned, I didn’t want to be crying. I wanted to take it perfectly. To always be ready to beg him for more. I didn’t want him to see me crying. He cupped my cheek in his hand, angling his gaze across my face, scanning for something that he didn’t find. Seeming satisfied, his thumb wiped a tear from my cheek that was quickly replaced by more.

“What a good girl. My estimate was allllmost right on the money. Ten was going to be however many it needed to be for me to knock those tears loose. I bet they feel pretty good, huh puppy? You’ve had a long, long day and your life is so different. Yeah, you needed to cry. You have one more, and then I’ll give the other one the same attention, okay? Ready?” Ten. He said it was ten, so it was ten. I felt the thud, and the sting, and the burn. And I screamed, and the tears continued. But I was so grateful for his effort spent in favor of putting me in my place, and for the valuable lesson he had just imparted, the answer key provided to succeeding in my role. Master is right, even if you don’t think he’s right.

While the same red, blue, and purple marks blossomed across my left tit, he smoothly replaced his belt around his waist before gently reaching between my thighs. I had forgotten about the clamp, my clit having long since gone numb. That changed when he gripped it, locking eyes with me against my own will, but I couldn't look away.

“One last thing, puppy. I know, it’s been on there awhile. Look at me. Just give me this one last brave moment.” He eased the clamp from my tender flesh, and a split second later I felt the intense ache of the pressure disappearing hit me like a freight train. His fingers rubbed it away, though the interim sensation was almost too much to bear. I was too weak by now, though, to struggle against my bonds or his grip on me. 

My hands were free a moment later; still cuffed, but the short chain dangling from my left wrist alone. And then he was at my side again, and though I was free, I couldn’t picture wanting to be anywhere else. Turning onto my own side, I cupped his cheek with one hand, getting a truly extended look at him for the first time today, right on his level. I could feel his eyes boring straight into my soul, and I felt the heat climb my chest and into my cheeks as I flushed deeply. How was it that I felt shy? The other hand shamelessly palmed his chest, fingers tracing his pectorals and down, until they flirted with the waistband of his jeans. I was desperate for him to know that his sadistic streak didn’t scare me, that I had loved every moment of what he’d just put me through. How desperately I still wanted him. 

“Not now, puppy.” His voice was rumbling impossibly low. “But I know. Good girl. Are you ready for your voice back?” I nodded, and was instantly tucked against his bare chest, savoring the warmth and the feeling of my skin on his while his fingers worked at the straps of the harness. I opened and closed my jaw a couple of times, reacquainting my back teeth with each other. He massaged both sides of my cheeks again, and I giggled a little at the doting gesture. “Sweet girl, I need a color.”

“Green, Master.” He raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I mean, it was close at the end there. Maybe chartreuse?” He snorted a little, despite himself. “I don’t know, I’m okay, just please hold me.”

“Water first.” The pink bottle was back, and while I sipped slowly from it, he was wiping the drool from the sides of my face, my neck, and my upper chest with a washcloth that he had produced from the bedside table. The water was so cool, and my entire body was so hot. With heat from my core that was still spreading, all of my potential climaxes having been denied, and the transferred kinetic energy of a recent beating. I emptied the tumbler, and he quickly set it aside. “There’s more where that came from, I promise, but I don’t want you to go too fast and make yourself sick. Now, into my arms, please.”

Something about him saying “please” to me had always melted me. This was no different. I knew if I said anything about it, he would just insist it was proper manners. But I knew, given our roles, that he was under zero obligation to say “please” to me. It made me want to obey. Not that I needed much persuading to oblige. He was warm, too, but it felt like a balm on my sore skin. Between his warmth, the masculine scent of his exertion, and the feeling of being trapped yet again, but this time in his embrace, I was asleep before my brain even knew it was coming.

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Author Note: Ugh, I'm very sorry for the delay with this installment. Between work stuff and my real life Daddy being unwell, I just didn't have the bandwidth to give this the editing pass it deserved. Hopefully this being a pretty long and dense chapter helped to make up for it. This is not the end of the story by a long shot, so keep your eyes peeled for more in the coming weeks!

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The events depicted are not real and should never be attempted in real life without clear, enthusiastic, ongoing consent from everyone involved. CNC and non-con themes are fantasy only

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You were already on your knees when he came home.

He didn’t say hello. He dropped his keys on the counter, walked past you, and pointed at the living room.

“Position.”

You knew which one. Hands and knees on the thick rug in front of the couch, back straight, ass up, thighs spread. Head down. He used you like this most evenings — as a footrest while he watched TV, as a surface for his drink, as a hole when he felt like it. Tonight he sat down, put his feet on your lower back, and turned on the screen.

You stayed still. The weight of his feet pressed into you. Every few minutes he shifted, grinding his heels a little harder. Your arms started to shake after twenty minutes. He ignored it.

When the show ended he stood up, walked behind you, and pushed your underwear to the side. Two fingers slid into you without warning. You were already wet. He always made sure of that earlier in the day with the remote-controlled plug he left in you while he was at work.

He fucked you with his fingers for a while, slow and deep, then pulled them out and wiped them on your thigh.

“No coming,” he said. “You know the rule.”

You nodded against the rug.

He left you there while he made a drink. When he came back he set the cold glass on your lower back like you were a table. Condensation ran down your spine. He sat again and put his feet back on you.

An hour later he finally pulled you up by the hair, bent you over the arm of the couch, and fucked you hard. He lasted a long time. Every time you got close, he stopped completely, held still inside you, and waited until the feeling faded. Then he started again. By the time he finished, your legs were shaking, and your face was wet with tears of frustration.

He pulled out, slapped your ass once, and told you to clean him with your mouth. You did. When you finished he pointed at the floor again.

“Stay. I’m packing.”

You stayed on your knees while he moved around the apartment, throwing clothes into a bag. He didn’t explain. He never explained until he was ready.

An hour later he clipped a short leash to the collar he kept locked around your neck and led you out to the car. You were still naked under the long coat he threw over you. He put you in the passenger seat, clipped the leash to the headrest so you couldn’t sit up straight, and started driving.

The city lights moved past the windows. You stayed bent forward, leash short, coat open so he could reach between your legs whenever he wanted. He did it often — slow circles on your clit, two fingers inside, then nothing. Every time you started breathing harder, he stopped.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said once, eyes on the road.

You didn’t answer. You weren’t allowed to speak unless he asked a direct question.

After two hours, he pulled into a cheap motel off the highway. He checked in alone, came back, and led you inside by the leash. The room was small and smelled like old smoke. He locked the door, took the coat off you, and pointed at the foot of the bed.

“Knees. Face down. Ass up.”

You obeyed. He cuffed your wrists to the metal frame under the mattress so you couldn’t move your arms. Then he pushed a thick plug into you — larger than the one from earlier — and taped a small vibrator against your clit. He turned it on low and left it there.

He sat in the only chair and watched you for a long time while he drank from a bottle he’d brought. Every few minutes he raised the vibration. Your hips jerked. You tried to stay quiet. The cuffs rattled against the bed frame.

“You’re not allowed to come,” he reminded you. “If you do, I leave the vibrator on high all night and go sleep in the car.”

You held on. Your thighs shook. Sweat ran down your back. The pressure built until it felt impossible, then he turned the vibrator down just enough to keep you right on the edge without letting you fall over it.

He did this for almost an hour.

When he finally stood up he pulled the plug out, pushed into you in one thrust, and fucked you hard while the vibrator stayed on. You came within minutes — hard, helpless, crying into the mattress. He didn’t stop. He kept going until you came a second time, then a third, the orgasms turning sharp and almost painful. Only then did he finish inside you.

He left the vibrator on while he cleaned up. You lay there twitching, oversensitive, still cuffed to the bed.

Eventually he turned it off, unlocked one wrist, and pointed at the bathroom.

“Clean yourself up. Then get back on the floor by the bed. You’ll sleep there tonight. Tomorrow we drive further. I haven’t decided yet if you get to come again.”

You crawled to the bathroom on shaking legs. In the mirror, your face was flushed, eyes red, collar still locked around your throat. You cleaned up as best you could and went back to the floor beside the bed as he told you.

He turned off the light. You heard him settle onto the mattress above you.

In the dark, you stayed on your knees, the taste of him still in your mouth, the ache between your legs deep and constant. Somewhere outside, a truck went past on the highway. You closed your eyes and waited for morning, knowing he would decide everything again when the sun came up.

[NC][HUML][DP][Public Risk][MMMf]

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. The events depicted are not real and should never be attempted in real life without clear, enthusiastic, ongoing consent from everyone involved. CNC and non-con themes are fantasy only.

The party had thinned out.

Most people had left. Music still played low from a speaker in the corner. Empty bottles and plastic cups covered the kitchen counter. You had stayed longer than you meant to, talking to a few people you barely knew, finishing one last drink. The host had already disappeared upstairs with someone.

You went to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. When you came back out, three men were waiting for us.

You didn’t recognize them from earlier. One leaned against the wall. Another stood with his arms crossed. The third blocked the way back toward the living room.

“You’re the one who’s been walking around all night as if you belong here,” the tallest one said. His voice was calm. “We decided you don’t.”

You tried to step past them. A hand closed around your upper arm and pushed you back against the wall. Hard enough that your shoulder blades hit the paint.

“Don’t,” he said. “We’re not asking.”

The second man took your phone out of your back pocket before you could stop him. He held it up.

“Passcode.”

You didn’t give it. He slapped you once across the face — sharp, open-handed. Your ear rang. He asked again. This time you unlocked it. He scrolled for a few seconds, then pocketed it.

“Good. Now you understand how this works.”

They moved you down the hallway toward a side door that led to the garage. No one else was around. The music covered the sound of your shoes scuffing on the floor. One of them kept a hand on the back of your neck the whole way, steering you.

The garage was cold and mostly empty. A single work light hung from the ceiling. They closed the door behind you and locked it.

“Clothes off.”

You hesitated. The tallest one stepped in close, grabbed the front of your shirt, and tore it open. Buttons scattered across the concrete. He pushed the ruined fabric off your shoulders, then unhooked your bra and pulled it away. The other two watched without speaking while he shoved your pants and underwear down to your ankles. You stepped out of them because he told you to.

You stood there naked under the work light while they looked at you.

One of them walked behind you and pushed you forward by the shoulders until you were bent over the hood of the car parked in the garage. Cold metal pressed against your stomach and chest. Hands spread your legs wider. Fingers checked between them without any care for whether you were ready.

“Already wet,” someone said. “Figures.”

The first cock pushed into you from behind in one hard thrust. You gasped against the metal. He fucked you without rhythm at first, just taking what he wanted, hands locked on your hips. The other two stood close. One of them grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned your head so the third man could push his cock into your mouth.

They used you like that — one in your pussy, one in your mouth — while the third watched and waited his turn. When the man behind you finished, he pulled out and stepped aside. The one who had been watching took his place immediately. No pause. No words. Just another thick cock forcing its way into you while the first man held your head in place so the second could keep fucking your throat.

Your hands stayed flat on the hood. No one had tied you. They didn’t need to. Every time you tried to push up or close your legs, a hand shoved you back down or spread you open again.

They switched places more than once. At some point one of them came across your back. Another finished in your mouth and held himself there until you swallowed. The third lasted longest, fucking you hard enough that the car rocked slightly under you.

When they were done, they left you bent over the hood, breathing hard, cum running down your thighs and dripping onto the concrete.

The tallest one picked up your phone again and took several photos — your face, your body, the mess between your legs. He showed you one of them.

“These stay with us. You say anything to anyone, they go out. Clear?”

You nodded. Your throat was raw.

He dropped your torn shirt and pants on the floor near your feet.

“Get dressed. Go back inside as if nothing happened. If anyone asks where you were, you were outside getting air. Then you leave. Tonight. Don’t come back here.”

They unlocked the door and walked out first. You stayed bent over the car for another few seconds before forcing yourself upright. Your legs shook. You pulled the ruined clothes back on as best you could. The shirt wouldn’t close. You held it together with one hand.

When you stepped back into the hallway, the music was still playing. A couple of people stood in the kitchen talking. No one looked at you twice.

You walked straight to the front door, went outside, and kept walking until the house was out of sight. Your phone was still in one of their pockets. The photos existed. The taste of them was still in your mouth.

Your throat sore, and you could still feel the cum dripping from your used pussy, and the cum on your back slowly starting to crust over as you walked.

And a slight Tingle had started to form that you tried to push away, but it would stay right there, waiting for your hands to find it when you finally got home

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Proluge

Setup Pt. 1

Author’s Note:

Hi everyone, I'm back to writing and posting on the subreddit after a very long time. Since the last time I guess a lot has changed in me and I have turned into a very different individual in terms of my kinks. I think I have reached this level where I am the only person who can satisfy myself. Thus I had no other idea than to write a story myself and share it with the ones who share similar thoughts with me.

I am really sorry to all my readers and to all who are loving this story so far. I genuinely wanted to add BDSM and wanted the real story to start from this chapter. Turns out I got so obsessed in the writing process of building up before the first scene. That I ended up adding so much detail into this. But I can assure you something nice is coming up next for y’all… Just trust me!

Disclaimer:

This is a completely fictional story and over the course of time as you read, you might feel it is getting insanely violent and graphic. If you ever feel like backing off, please do that. If you feel that this isn't for you, then please stop reading right there because I think it's not for the faint-hearted.

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By the time I made it back to the dressing room, my palms were red, my thighs ached, and the balls of my feet felt as though somebody had spent the last three hours hammering them with a screwdriver.

I dropped into my chair in front of the mirror.

"Remind me why we do this again?" Jenna asked from two seats down, staring at her reflection while she tried to scrape a stubborn clump of eyelash glue from her eyelid.

"Rent," Roxy answered immediately.

"Rent, groceries, electricity, and the occasional delusion that one day I'll have enough money to disappear into an i and never speak to another man again," I added.

Roxy pointed at me. "See? That's financial planning."

Jenna laughed, finally managing to pull the false eyelash free. "I'm serious. I spent forty minutes tonight listening to a man explain cryptocurrency to me. Forty minutes. He kept saying he could teach me how to become financially independent."

"Was he wearing a wedding ring?" I asked.

"Two."

"Then maybe he should start by becoming emotionally independent from his wife."

Roxy nearly choked on her water.

I leaned closer to the mirror and began working a cotton pad over my eyelids, loosening the glitter and dark eyeshadow that had accumulated around them. The first swipe left a grey streak beneath my eye. The second caught a stubborn patch of shimmer near the corner. I rubbed more gently, careful not to drag the skin, until the makeup began to dissolve into the cotton.

Under the stage lights, my face always looked sharper than it did in daylight. The eyeliner made my eyes appear larger, the glitter caught every movement, and the foundation hid the little things I'd rather not have customers noticing. Here, under the flat white bulbs around the mirror, everything looked more ordinary. The tiredness around my eyes was easier to see.

"At least you got paid to listen," Roxy said.

"Not enough to listen to that particular man."

"That's the problem with this job," Jenna said, reaching for a makeup wipe. "They think because they've paid for a dance, they've bought the right to tell you their entire life story."

"Or yours," I said.

"Exactly. One guy asked me if I had a boyfriend tonight. I said yes. He asked if my boyfriend knew what I did for work. I said he did. Then he spent five minutes explaining why no respectable man would ever date a stripper."

Roxy stared at her. "And you let him finish?"

"I wanted to see how long he'd keep talking before he realised the irony of giving relationship advice to a woman he was trying to pay to flirt with him."

That earned a round of laughter.

I folded the used cotton pad and reached for another. There were still traces of glitter along my lower lash line, tiny silver flecks that refused to come off no matter how much remover I used. I dabbed at them until my eyes watered, then blinked a few times and leaned back.

People had all sorts of ideas about this job. Some imagined we loved every second of it. Others thought we must hate ourselves to do it. Most seemed to believe there were only two possibilities: we were either desperate or secretly in love with every man who handed us a few notes.

The truth was less interesting to them.

Sometimes I liked the work. Sometimes I hated it. Sometimes I had a brilliant night and went home feeling like I could take on the world. Other nights, I sat in my car for ten minutes before starting the engine because I couldn't bear the thought of speaking to another human being.

The money helped. It paid my bills, kept food in my fridge, and gave me a degree of independence I wasn't willing to surrender just because somebody else had opinions about how I earned it.

But the money didn't make every customer tolerable. It didn't make my feet hurt less or stop a stranger from confusing professional friendliness with personal interest. And it certainly didn't mean I owed anybody a piece of myself.

"What's your plan, then?" Roxy asked, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. "When you're finally rich enough to escape us?"

"First, I'm buying a house with a bathroom big enough that I can turn around without hitting my elbow on something."

"Ambitious."

"Then I'm getting a job where I can sit down whenever I want, eat lunch without somebody calling my name, and wear shoes designed by people who understand that feet are supposed to be comfortable."

Jenna looked at my towering platforms beneath the bench. "You voluntarily put those things on."

"For money. That's a very important distinction."

"And after that?" Roxy asked.

I shrugged, smoothing a little moisturiser over my cheeks now that most of the makeup was gone. "I don't know. Maybe I'll travel. Maybe I'll go back to studying something. Maybe I'll figure out what I actually want to do when I'm not busy trying to pay for everything."

For a moment, nobody joked.

It was a strange thing about working nights. You saw the same people almost every day, knew their routines, recognised their moods, and could tell from the way somebody dropped her bag whether she'd had a good shift. Yet there were whole parts of their lives you only learned about in fragments, usually somewhere between removing false eyelashes and looking for a missing sock.

Roxy wanted a house of her own. Jenna wanted to stop worrying about money every time her car made a strange noise. I wanted the freedom to make plans without calculating how much each one would cost.

None of those things sounded particularly glamorous.

They sounded like life.

"Speaking of money," a voice called from the far end of the room, "can someone explain why we're wearing this ridiculous outfit again?"

I looked over.

Tasha was standing beside her locker, tugging at the hem of her stage costume with an expression of deep personal betrayal. She was tall and broad-shouldered, with warm brown skin, long black braids gathered into a high ponytail, and gold hoops that swung whenever she shook her head. She had a habit of speaking as if she were delivering a closing argument in court, even when the subject was something as ordinary as a missing hairbrush.

Tonight, the subject was our schoolgirl outfits.

The club had introduced them a few months ago as a themed look for certain nights: crisp white shirts, plaid miniskirts, knee-high socks, and enough little details to make the whole thing look deliberately overdone. The customers loved it. The dancers, for the most part, had rather different feelings.

"Because apparently, grown men will throw money at a woman in a pleated skirt," Jenna said.

Tasha looked down at herself. "I have paid taxes in this country for years. I have signed rental agreements. I know how to cook three different curries. Why am I dressed like I have homework due tomorrow?"

Roxy burst out laughing.

"Because the homework is making rent," I said.

"Well, I'm failing that class emotionally."

Across the room, a petite redhead named Chloe turned around on her stool. Her freckles stood out beneath the makeup she'd only half removed, and her copper hair had fallen loose from its bun, leaving strands stuck to her cheeks. She was still wearing her white blouse and tartan skirt, though she'd already taken off her shoes and was rubbing her heels with both hands.

"Don't complain too loudly," she said. "I made more in this outfit tonight than I did during my entire shift last Tuesday."

Tasha pointed at her. "That's exactly what I hate about it. It works."

"Works beautifully," Chloe corrected. "I had a guy tip me just because I told him I was old enough to rent a car."

Jenna stopped wiping her face. "Please tell me you charged him extra for the conversation."

"I should have. He spent ten minutes telling me about his first car."

"Was it a Ferrari?" Roxy asked.

"No. A Honda Civic."

I looked up from my bag. "What's wrong with a Honda Civic?"

"Nothing. That's what made it worse. He was talking about it like he'd personally invented the automobile."

I laughed, and Tasha threw her hands up.

"See? This is what I'm talking about. They don't even want the outfit. They want the fantasy attached to it. You could walk in wearing a bin bag and some of these men would still find a way to make it weird."

"Don't give the manager ideas," Jenna said. "Next week, we'll be wearing bin bags with matching knee-high socks."

"At least bin bags would be cheaper to replace."

Chloe leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Honestly, though, I hate the socks most. They leave these marks around my legs, and by the end of the night, I'm itching like I've been attacked by a thousand mosquitoes."

"Then stop scratching them," Tasha said.

"I'm not scratching. I'm trying to restore circulation."

"You look like you're trying to start a fire."

The room filled with laughter again.

I glanced at my own outfit hanging over the back of my chair. I'd worn the schoolgirl look more than once, and I understood the appeal from the customers' perspective. It was familiar, instantly recognisable, and just theatrical enough to turn a normal night into a theme. The club knew that. The manager knew that. And the numbers on our pay slips made it difficult to pretend we hadn't noticed.

Still, there was something absurd about spending hours perfecting our makeup, choosing shoes that could break an ankle, and squeezing ourselves into clothes we would never wear outside the club, all to sell a version of ourselves that had very little to do with who we actually were.

"I hate the skirt," I admitted. "The waistband never sits right, the pleats get caught whenever I sit down, and I spend half the night checking that everything is still where it's supposed to be."

"Thank you!" Tasha said, pointing at me as though I'd finally provided evidence for her case. "Someone understands."

"But," I continued, "I made enough in it last Friday to cover my car insurance and groceries for the week."

Tasha's expression fell.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Bring facts into my complaint."

Roxy laughed so hard she had to put her water down.

Chloe pulled one knee towards her chest and rested her chin on it. "That's the thing, isn't it? We can hate the outfit and still be glad we're wearing it. Both can be true."

The room quieted a little.

She shrugged. "I mean, I hate the whole performance sometimes. The smiling, the small talk, pretending a man is fascinating because he bought me a drink. But I like being able to pay my bills without calling my parents every time something goes wrong. I like being able to buy my own things. I like not having to ask permission."

"Exactly," I said.

It was the simplest way I'd heard anyone put it.

The job wasn't a fairy tale, and it wasn't a tragedy either. It was work. Some nights were good, some were bad, and some left you wondering whether the money was worth the headache. But it gave us options, and options mattered when you didn't have much else to fall back on.

Tasha sighed dramatically and began unbuttoning her stage blouse. "Fine. I'll wear the stupid skirt. But if one more man calls me a schoolgirl, I'm charging him a fee for emotional damages."

"Put it on the menu," Jenna suggested. "Extra charge for making us listen to your opinions."

"That would bankrupt half the club."

"Then we'll finally have enough money to disappear into the mountains," Roxy said.

I laughed, reaching for my stage outfit, which I'd folded over the back of my chair. The black fabric had lost some of its shine beneath the harsh dressing-room lights, and the inside was still damp from the heat of the performance. I turned it inside out, checked that nothing had been left in the pockets, and folded it into my bag.

Then I pulled off my black thigh-high stockings.

The fabric resisted slightly around my knees before sliding down my calves. I rolled each stocking carefully rather than leaving it tangled on the floor, then tucked them into a separate compartment of my bag. My legs felt strangely bare without them. There were faint lines where the elastic had pressed against my skin, and I rubbed one of them with my thumb while flexing my ankles.

Next came the heels.

I undid the silver buckles at my ankles and loosened the straps, then carefully stepped out of the black patent-leather platforms. The shoes landed beside my chair with two heavy clunks. Nine inches of heel and a massive front platform had seemed perfectly reasonable when I'd put them on earlier. Now they looked like instruments of torture.

I rolled my ankles, stretched my toes, and pressed the soles of my feet against the cool floor.

"Oh, that's better," I murmured.

"Every single night," Jenna said, looking down at her own shoes. "We put ourselves through all this, and then we complain about it like we didn't know what was coming."

"That's because tomorrow we'll forget how much it hurt," Roxy replied. "Then we'll put them on again and make the same terrible decisions."

I laughed and reached into my bag for my clothes.

First, I pulled out my white crop top. I shook it open, found the neckline, and slipped it over my head, guiding my arms through the short sleeves. The fabric settled against my shoulders, and I tugged the hem down over my ribs before adjusting the front. Its deep V-neckline left the upper part of my chest exposed, while the two front panels met at a small knot in the centre. I tightened the tie, then loosened it slightly when it felt too restrictive.

I checked the result in the mirror, pulling one sleeve straight and smoothing a crease near my waist.

The top was casual enough for the journey home, though the bright white fabric looked almost startling against the darker clothes scattered around the dressing room.

My blue plaid miniskirt came next. I stepped into it carefully, pulled the low waistband up over my hips, and adjusted the fabric until the red and yellow tartan pattern sat evenly across the front. The pleats had become slightly flattened in my bag, so I ran my hands over them, separating the folds until the skirt flared properly again.

I turned sideways to check the waistband in the mirror, tugged the hem into place, and made sure the fabric wasn't caught beneath itself. It was a simple outfit, but after hours in my stage clothes, even ordinary cotton felt like a luxury.

I picked up my jacket and draped it over the back of my chair while I sorted through the rest of my things. My phone was where I'd left it. My wallet was zipped into the small inside pocket of my bag, and the cash I'd earned was tucked safely away. I counted the notes once more, mostly out of habit, then secured them before putting everything back.

That was when somebody knocked on the door.

"Sorry? Can I come in for a second?"

It was Daniel.

I knew his voice before I looked up. He was one of the younger members of the floor staff, tall and lean, with thick brown hair that never quite stayed in place and a narrow face that made him look younger than he probably was. He usually wore a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, black trousers, and a little staff badge clipped near his chest. Tonight, his collar was slightly crooked, and he had a clipboard tucked beneath one arm.

He pushed the door open before anyone answered.

Then he stopped.

For one second, he looked straight at the room. His eyes caught the scattered clothes, the women sitting in various stages of changing, and the row of open bags beneath the mirrors.

His face went bright red.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry!"

He spun around so quickly that the clipboard nearly slipped from his arm.

"I didn't know you were changing! I knocked, but I thought—sorry. I'll come back!"

"Daniel!" Roxy called.

He froze in the doorway, still facing the corridor.

"You're fine, sweetheart. Nobody's going to arrest you."

"I'm really sorry," he repeated. "I didn't know you were changing. Marcus asked me to bring you the revised rota, and he said you were all in here. I should've waited for somebody to answer."

"Well, yes," Jenna said. "That's generally how doors work."

"Jenna," I said, laughing.

"What? I'm teaching him."

Daniel covered his face with one hand. "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

"Not a chance," Roxy replied. "Come on in. We're decent enough."

He glanced over his shoulder, clearly uncertain whether that was a trap.

I had just finished adjusting my skirt, so I waved him in. "It's okay, Daniel. You can turn around now."

He stepped inside cautiously, keeping his eyes firmly on the clipboard as though it contained the most fascinating document ever written.

Up close, I could see the little details I'd never paid much attention to during a shift: the faint freckles across his nose, the slight crease between his eyebrows when he was concentrating, and the way his fingers kept rearranging the edges of the papers even though they were already perfectly straight.

"Marcus wants everyone to check next week's schedule before leaving," he explained. "There are a few changes because two people requested different shifts. He asked me to make sure nobody misses them."

"That's all?" Roxy asked.

"That's all."

"You walked into a room full of half-dressed women to deliver paperwork?"

"I didn't know you were changing!"

"Daniel, darling, we are literally in a dressing room."

He groaned. "I know that now."

Jenna leaned back in her chair, grinning. "You should've seen your face. You looked like you'd accidentally walked into a police raid."

"I was trying to be professional!"

"Nobody said you weren't."

"You all keep laughing at me!"

"Because you're easy to tease," I told him.

He looked at me, finally allowing himself a small smile. "I'm beginning to realise that."

Roxy patted the empty chair beside her. "Sit down. Tell us something interesting. We spend all night listening to men talk about themselves. It's only fair that somebody else gets interrogated for a change."

"I have work to do."

"So do we. Look how well that's going."

Daniel glanced towards the door again, but the corner of his mouth had started to lift.

"Fine. One minute."

He sat on the very edge of the chair, still clutching the clipboard.

"First question," Jenna announced. "What's the strangest thing you've seen at this club?"

Daniel thought about it.

"Do you want the answer that won't get me fired?"

"Now we're interested," Roxy said.

He laughed. "A man once asked me whether the dancers accepted payment in cryptocurrency."

I stared at him.

"No."

"Yes."

"What did you say?"

"I told him I'd have to ask the manager."

Jenna slapped her knee. "You should've told him the blockchain doesn't accept bad decisions."

Roxy burst out laughing, and I shook my head.

"Imagine trying to buy a lap dance with imaginary internet money," I said. "I'd pay good money to see Marcus's face."

"Please don't give him ideas," Daniel replied. "He's still annoyed about the time somebody tried to pay for a bottle of champagne with a gift card."

The conversation drifted from ridiculous customers to the staff's own lives. Daniel told us he was saving for a place of his own but had discovered that rent in the city seemed designed for people with three salaries and no need to eat. Jenna offered to teach him how to make cheap meals that didn't consist entirely of instant noodles. Roxy told him that moving in with a partner was wonderful until you discovered how many opinions two people could have about where to put a toaster.

"Is that a real argument?" he asked.

"It becomes a real argument when the toaster is on the wrong counter for the fourth time," she said.

I laughed. "Wait until you argue about the thermostat. That's when you find out whether you truly love someone."

Daniel looked horrified. "I live alone. I can set the temperature to whatever I want."

"Enjoy that while it lasts," Jenna told him.

For a little while, the dressing room felt less like the place where we wiped off our makeup and packed away our stage clothes and more like any ordinary room where people happened to be tired at the end of a long day.

That was one of the things I liked about the girls. The job could be exhausting, and the world outside could be quick to judge us, but in here we could complain about money, relationships, bad customers, and our uncertain futures without having to explain why any of it mattered.

Daniel glanced at the clock on the wall and jumped to his feet.

"Oh, I really do need to get back. Marcus is waiting for me."

"Go on, then," Roxy said. "Before he sends a search party."

Daniel gathered the clipboard and stood near the door. "Again, I'm sorry about earlier. I genuinely didn't mean to walk in while you were changing."

"It's fine," I told him. "Just wait for an answer next time."

"I will. Promise."

"And Daniel?" Jenna called.

He looked back warily. "Yes?"

"Next time you want to see us, just say so."

He stared at her, his face turning pink all over again.

"Goodnight, Jenna."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

He disappeared into the corridor, and we heard him laughing to himself as he walked away.

Roxy leaned back in her chair, satisfied. "That boy is never going to survive working here."

"He'll be fine," I said. "He's probably the only man in this building who apologises when he accidentally opens the wrong door."

"Give him time," Jenna replied. "We'll ruin him yet."

I smiled and reached for my shoes.

My green New Balance 9060s were buried near the bottom of my bag, beneath a makeup pouch and a tangled charging cable. I pulled them out, sat down, and slid my feet into them one at a time. The thick soles felt soft beneath my heels, and the cushioning took the pressure off the tender spots near my toes. I laced them up, tightened each knot, and stood to test my balance.

After hours in the platforms, I felt almost absurdly short.

I picked up my black heels and tucked them into the bag, then checked my reflection one last time. My face was clean of most of the glitter, my hair had begun to lose its shape, and a faint line from the stockings remained around one thigh. I brushed a few loose strands away from my face and zipped up my jacket.

"See you tomorrow," I said, lifting my bag.

"Don't let any idiots ruin your night," Roxy called.

"No promises. Apparently, they're everywhere."

Jenna laughed as I pushed open the door.

The corridor was quieter now. The bass still thudded through the walls, but the club sounded distant, as if somebody had closed a door between me and the last few hours of my life. I passed the bar, nodded to the security guard, and headed for the back exit.

The night air touched my face as soon as I stepped outside.

I pulled my jacket closer and reached into my pocket for my cigarettes. I hadn't always smoked. In fact, I'd hated it when I was younger. I hated the smell that clung to clothes, the bitter taste it left in my mouth, and the way people seemed to reach for a cigarette whenever they didn't know what else to do with their hands.

Then my ex had introduced me to it.

One cigarette became something I tried when I was stressed, then something I reached for when I was angry, and eventually something I bought without thinking. He'd made it seem harmless back then, one of those things couples did together. We'd been over for a while now, but some habits outlasted the people who gave them to you.

I tapped a cigarette out of the packet, placed it between my lips, and flicked my lighter. The first drag scratched the back of my throat. I coughed quietly, annoyed with myself, then kept walking.

My phone vibrated inside my pocket. I took it out to check the time.

2:04 a.m. ;  2 percent battery

The display was cracked across one corner, a thin web of fractures stretching towards the middle of the screen. A deeper line ran along the bottom, and sometimes the touch stopped responding near the edges. But the phone still worked, and that was enough for now.

My wallpaper was an old photograph of the three of us. Mum sat in the middle, smiling at whoever had been holding the camera, while Dad stood beside her with one arm around my shoulders. I was younger in the picture, my hair untidy, my smile too wide, my face caught in that awkward stage between childhood and growing up. Dad looked as though he'd been trying not to laugh. Mum, as usual, looked like she knew exactly what was going on.

I kept that picture there because I was afraid of forgetting the little things. The exact shape of Mum's smile. The way Dad's eyes narrowed when he was trying not to laugh. The version of myself who hadn't yet learned what it meant to lose someone and continue living as though the world hadn't changed.

I knew they weren't inside the phone. I knew a photograph couldn't bring anybody back. But having them together on my screen made it feel as though some small part of my family still existed in one place. I could carry them with me, even if all I had left were pixels and memories.

Mum died when I was nineteen.

For a long time, I thought losing her was the worst thing that could happen to me. I was old enough to understand what death meant, but not old enough to understand how to live with it. The house felt different afterwards. Quieter in places where it shouldn't have been. Even ordinary things became difficult. I'd catch myself wanting to tell her something that had happened during the day, only to remember that there was nobody on the other end of that conversation anymore.

Dad was still there, though. He was the one person who understood what it meant to miss her in the same way I did. We didn't talk about it as much as we probably should have, but sometimes that wasn't necessary. We could sit in the same room, watching television without paying attention to it, and the silence between us didn't feel empty.

Then Dad died when I was twenty-three.

There were four years between losing Mum and losing him. Four years in which I'd somehow convinced myself that the worst thing that could happen had already happened. Losing Mum had changed the shape of my life. Losing Dad took away the last person who made the world feel remotely familiar.

I locked my phone and slipped it back into my pocket.

Replacing it had been on my mind for months. Every time I looked at the cracks, I reminded myself that I was saving for a new one. I'd started putting money aside whenever I could. A little from a good night, a little more when my expenses were lower than expected. I'd even made myself a rule not to touch those savings unless something genuinely urgent happened.

My next birthday was the deadline I'd set. I wanted to buy myself a decent phone, something with a clean screen and a battery that didn't threaten to die halfway through the day. Nothing ridiculously expensive. Just something nice that I could buy without feeling guilty about it afterwards.

It wasn't a particularly exciting dream, but it was mine.

I took another drag from the cigarette and continued towards the parking area.

The street was almost completely empty. The club's back entrance opened onto a stretch of pavement beside an open parking lot, with no walls or gate separating the parked cars from the road. A handful of vehicles sat scattered beneath the streetlights, their windscreens reflecting patches of yellow light. Beyond them, the road stretched into darkness, lined with shuttered shops and closed businesses. Their metal grilles were covered in old posters and faded advertisements.

A plastic bag scraped across the pavement in the wind. Somewhere far away, a dog barked twice and fell silent. There were no crowds, no impatient horns, no people rushing past with somewhere to be. Just a distant engine now and then, the low hum of the city, and the sound of my own shoes against the concrete.

The streetlight above the parking area blinked.

It glowed for a moment, turning the pavement a sickly yellow, then went out.

I slowed down.

For a few seconds, the parking area disappeared into darkness. The cars became bulky shapes without faces, their windows black, their outlines barely visible against the road. I could still make out the faint glow coming from the club behind me, but the stretch of pavement ahead seemed to have swallowed every other source of light.

I hated the dark.

It was an embarrassing thing to admit at my age, so I rarely admitted it. I could walk into a club full of strangers, stand on a stage beneath a hundred watching eyes, and deal with men who thought money entitled them to things that had never been offered. But put me somewhere dark and quiet, somewhere I couldn't see what was around me, and some small, stubborn part of me became nineteen again.

My fingers tightened around the cigarette.

I remembered my ex telling me to close my eyes. Then the blindfold. The darkness pressing against my face, thick enough that I couldn't tell whether he was standing in front of me or behind me. I'd thought it was a game at first. I'd trusted him enough to let him do it.

Then I'd told him to stop.

He hadn't.

The memory came back in fragments: the fabric against my skin, my own voice growing sharper as I tried to make him understand, the sickening realisation that he had heard me perfectly well. That he knew I didn't want it and had decided that what I wanted didn't matter. I remembered trying to pull away, the panic of not being able to see, and the helplessness of knowing that someone who claimed to care about me was the reason I was afraid.

I dragged in a breath that didn't seem to reach my lungs.

The cigarette trembled between my fingers. I wanted to throw it away and run back inside, though I couldn't have explained what I thought might be waiting for me in the darkness. I knew I was standing in an empty parking lot. I knew he wasn't there. I knew all of that, and my body didn't seem particularly interested in what I knew.

Then the streetlight flickered back on.

The sudden yellow glow caught the silver roof of my Civic, the faded white lines painted on the ground, and the cigarette smoke curling past my face. A car alarm chirped somewhere behind me before going quiet again. The ordinary world returned so abruptly that I almost felt stupid for being frightened.

I stood still until my breathing settled.

Then I took one last drag, dropped the cigarette, and crushed it beneath my shoe.

My car sat a little farther down the open parking area, beneath the unreliable streetlight. It was a faded, scratched silver 2002 Honda Civic, old enough to have a few problems and unremarkable enough that nobody looked at it twice. The windows were tinted so dark that you couldn't see inside. One hubcap was a slightly different shade from the others, and the rear bumper still carried the small dent Dad had always promised to fix.

The paint looked almost white whenever the streetlight came back on. In the darkness, the whole car seemed to vanish.

It wasn't beautiful. It wasn't new. The driver's seat had a permanent crease where Dad used to sit, and the steering wheel had worn smooth in the places where his hands had rested for years. The engine complained whenever I started it on a cold morning, and there was always something the mechanic said needed attention.

But it was the last substantial thing Dad had left me that I could use every day.

I was twenty-two when I got the car. Dad had owned it for years, long enough for the paint to fade and the driver's seat to develop that permanent crease. He'd always insisted it was perfectly fine as long as I looked after it.

I could still hear him saying it.

It's an old car, not a dead car. There's a difference.

I'd laughed at him that afternoon. I hadn't known how much I'd miss hearing him say ordinary things.

After Dad died, the Civic became something I couldn't quite explain to anyone else. It was transportation, obviously. A way to get to work and back without depending on buses or strangers or the kindness of people who might change their minds. But it was also something familiar. Sometimes, when I got inside, I could almost imagine Dad having just stepped out to buy something and being about to return.

I liked knowing that nobody could take it away from me because I'd missed a payment. I didn't owe a bank anything for it. I didn't owe anyone an explanation for where I was going or when I'd be back.

After his death, I started working at the club. At first, it was simply the job I could get that paid enough to keep me going. Rent didn't care about grief. Neither did electricity bills, groceries, or the mechanic who kept telling me the Civic needed another repair. I learned quickly how to make money, how to save what I could, and how to keep going even on days when getting out of bed felt like an unreasonable request.

I hadn't planned for my life to turn out this way. Then again, I wasn't sure anybody's life followed the plan they'd made at nineteen.

I reached the driver's side, unlocked the door, and climbed inside.

My duffle bag landed on the passenger seat with a soft thud. The car smelled faintly of old upholstery and the vanilla air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror. A few receipts were scattered near the gearshift, and an empty water bottle rolled beneath the passenger seat when I shut the door.

I settled into the driver's seat and let my head rest against the headrest for a moment.

For the first time all night, nobody wanted anything from me.

I hadn't even put the key in the ignition yet. I just sat there, listening to the quiet, with my hands resting loosely in my lap. Outside, the streetlight flickered again, throwing an uneven patch of yellow across the windscreen.

Then my phone lit up in my pocket.

I took it out to check the time again. The cracked display flickered before settling, showing the battery percentage in the corner.

2:47 a.m. ;  1 percent battery

I stared at it for a moment, wondering and thanking its makers that they made this box of technology survive till I reached my car.

I'd meant to charge it before leaving home. I'd meant to do a lot of things, actually.

I placed it on my lap and reached for the duffle bag on the passenger seat. Unzipping the main compartment, I began moving things around, pushing aside my work clothes, a small makeup pouch, and the tangled earphones I'd been meaning to replace for months. My fingers caught on a loose thread near the bottom. I pulled it free and kept searching.

The power bank had to be in there somewhere.

I was almost certain I'd packed it. Or maybe I'd left it charging beside my bed. I couldn't remember. The last few hours had been a blur of music, customers, changing clothes, and trying not to think about the things I didn't want to think about.

I checked the smaller pockets. Tissues. Loose change. A lipstick without its cap. An old receipt folded into quarters.

Nothing useful.

Outside, the streetlight flickered again, throwing the inside of the car into alternating patches of yellow and shadow. I glanced up at it, then returned to the bag, digging a little deeper this time.

My phone vibrated against my thigh, the screen lighting up with another low-battery warning.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," I muttered.

I set it carefully beside me and pulled the duffle bag closer, turning it just enough to see beneath the clothes. The power bank wasn't where I thought it would be, and I was beginning to wonder whether I'd imagined packing it at all.

The car remained silent around me. I hadn't even put the key in the ignition.

I kept searching.

Something tightened around my neck.

I felt the zip tie before I understood what was happening. It was pulled tight from behind, and my head was forced back against the headrest. A burning sensation spread across my neck. I tried to turn, but the tie tightened further, and I stopped. It felt as though one wrong movement could cut my throat.

“Ne dvigaysya, blyat!”

A gun appeared beside my face in the rear-view mirror.

I looked at the reflection and I immediately recognized him.

 

There's a story about a hitchhiking ghost--Resurrection Mary--who appears outside her titular cemetery. Clad in white. Phantasmal and slight as she hovers along Archer Avenue, waiting for a ride.

I thought of that ghost when I saw you, doing almost exactly the same thing, in your wavering white dress with your hair falling in rippling waves over your shoulders. It was a different cemetery. Mercy Hollow: massive and sprawling along the quiet edge of suburban sprawl, where the halogen lights cast darkened halos and the nearest sign of civilization was a weathered baseball field.

So I stopped.

Rolled down the window of my brown Chevy K10.

Reached over.

Unlocked the door.

"Need a ride?"

"I'm fine on my own," a defensive reply.

"C'mon, sweetheart. It's dangerous out here."

"Why? Because of you?" You kept walking and I rolled alongside.

"You're funny. I'll take you wherever you're headin'. No questions asked."

You stopped. Turned to face me. Tongue in your cheeks as the car idled loudly, "Fine."

You slid onto that tanned leather bench seat, eyes carefully avoiding mine. I watched your hands pull at the hem of your dress, trying to push it back down below your knees.

"Leave it." I drove with one hand on the steering wheel and my other arm resting out the open window. "You'll stretch it out."

Something unsaid hanging in the air. I turned down a road that even the halogen lights didn't reach. The lampposts faded away, replaced by towering oaks.

There was a former development down this road. The skeletons of half-built houses slowly weathering after funding fell through.

"Where are you going? Isn't this a dead-end?"

"Not sure," I shrugged. "Guess we can find out."

It was indeed a dead-end. I pulled into a cul-de-sac--the road existed but not even the beginnings of homes. Nothing but an asphalt circle surrounded by swaying weeds. I parked along the curb, turned the engine off, but left the radio humming.

"What are you doing? Aren't we going?" You looked a little concerned now.

"We didn't discuss payment." I leaned against the window, my eyes roaming along your body.

"I just thought this was a favor..."

"Don't do favors."

"Well, I don't really have any money on me. I can pay you when we get to my house." You crossed your arms, looking annoyed.

"Nah. Don't like that."

"Well, what do you want me to do then? I can just walk." You reached for the door handle.

"Don't like that either." I reached over and pulled the door shut.

"You can't keep me in here against my will."

"Pay me and we'll be square. No issues."

"How? I told you I don't have any money--are you thick?"

"Hm." I clicked my tongue. "Attitude, huh? I've got a solution for us." My cock began to throb against my jeans.

"I'm not blowing you, if that's what you have in mind."

"I'm sure you've sucked plenty of cocks."

"What's that got to do with--"

"Losing my patience here, sweetheart. Are you going to make this easy or hard?"

You looked flustered, a little defeated, "You offered me the ride, you never said you were--"

"I never said it was going to be free." I shoved you face first into my lap, your lips grazing against my zipper.

"Mmph, sto--" your sentence cut off as I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and rapidly thumbed my black boxer briefs down, other hand twisted in your wavy hair, holding you tight as I shoved my cock into your mouth. It was already three-quarters hard and quickly growing as I pushed it against your palate.

"See? It isn't so hard is it? I mean, it is hard, but it isn't so hard to suck, right? I'm sure you've done it plenty of times. Probably a lot better at taking cock than talking back anyway." I held your hair in a ponytail as I pumped you in my lap. I could already feel drool running along the underside of my shaft, pooling just above my sack.

Gluck, gluck, gluck.

"Mhm, you know what? I was right. Not surprised. When I saw you walking by Mercy Hollow, I said to myself, "That little slut looks like she knows how to take a big dick. And now here you are, gagging on mine like such a good girl."

I felt a cool breeze through the open window. You must have felt a cool breeze on the backs of your thighs. I noticed that with you hunched over me like this, your dress was really starting to ride up. It was loose fitting, so easy for me to slide a hand down along your spine and draw the hem towards my palm. If I tilted my head right, I could see your ass--clad in a white thong--in the passenger side mirror.

Crickets chirped outside. The dead leaves swirled in the dead-end cul-de-sac. I pulled the seat lever so I could lean back a little further, my eyes locked on your ass in the mirror. I could feel your gaze one me as I forced you to throat my cock, as if you were looking for a sign that it would be over soon.

"You know, when I was driving up, I thought about passing you by." I held you down, holding my cock as far down your throat as I could. You gagged against me, but I didn't let up. "But then I saw the way that dress hugged your ass. I could almost see through it in the moonlight, you know? Had to stop then. Had to have you. Wouldn't have mattered what choice you made. I woulda had my way."

Your spit bubbled around the base of my shaft. Finally, I let you up to take a heaving breath.

"You can't--"

Cut you off. My cock down your throat again. I was getting close. My cock perked up, grazing against the roof of your mouth and I sank my hand beneath the slight fabric hiding your pussy. Teased my index and middle fingers along your labia. Dripping.

"Can't what? Get you so fucking wet?" I was pumping you like a fleshlight, the radio crackling "Jeepers Creepers" while I started to graze my fingertips in a come hither motion against your slit. Slowly, you opened for me. I pushed in, now filling you from both ends. The wet, sticky noises from your pussy almost competed with those coming from your throat.

I sped up.

More.

Deeper in both holes.

Harder.

Shoving you down. Your eyes squeezed shut as I shot a rope of cum against your uvula.

More.

Another rope.

"Take it like a good little slut."

Pulsing against your tongue.

"Swallow all of it."

Filling your mouth, your throat clenching as you swallowed desperately around me.

My fingers still working your cunt.

The last drops.

Flexing my thighs.

Finally letting go.

I let you sit up, pulling my fingers from your pussy and smearing the wetness along your ass. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, looking both mad and needy.

A beat of silence. Then you sat back in your seat, "Can we go now?"

My cock laid against my boxers, still thick but soft. It pulsed again, letting out a small droplet of cum. "Lick that up," I pointed nonchalantly towards my groin.

"Wh-what?" You seemed taken aback.

"Lick. It. Up." My tone now more menacing.

You considered it for a moment, staring at my flaccid cock, but then leaned forward, wrapping your tongue around my reddened cockhead and sucking.

"Good girl."

I zipped up but didn't turn the ignition on. Instead, I stepped out of the car, walked around the front-end, and opened your door.

"What are you--?"

I grabbed you by the hair, shoved you forward onto your stomach, spreading you across the bench seat, and hiked your dress back up.

"Now it's your turn to cum." I wrapped my calloused fingers around your thong, yanking back until I heard that satisfying snap.

Fingerfucking you again.

Making you lay prostrate while I pumped inside your dripping slit.

"Why's your cunt so wet?"

"I--ah--I don't know." Your voice a mix of whimpering and frustration as you bucked your hips against my hand.

"Is it because you're a little slut?" Fingers sliding in and out, the other fist tight in your hair.

"I'm not a---fuuuu--a slut. St-sto--"

"A slut who loves having her tight little holes filled, hm?"

"No I'm--"

I shoved your face into the leather. Kept going. Felt you squeeze your thighs, your ass jiggling as you came around my knuckles.

"Ah! Ah!" You bucked your hips wildly, humping the seat as I kept fingerfucking you. You tried pushing your hands downward, trying to bat me away. I relented, slowly pulling out of you, my fingers syrupy with your juices. I wiped them on your ass again. Let you sit there, pussy still out, glistening under the moonlight.

Closed the door.

Got back into the driver's seat.

"Pick your thong up off the floor."

You sat up slowly, thighs still quivering. "You ruined it."

"I'll get you a new one. You know that."

Leaning down, you grabbed the shredded white fabric and held it like a delicate flower in your palm. "Next time, you should fill my pussy too. Make me take it."

I smiled at you, tossing the car in drive, "You know I will. Now, let's go home."

FRIDAY

I woke up with a sense of dread. The mood persisted as I got ready for the day, even as I did as instructed and made as sexy as possible, 

Every stray hair was removed, every inch was covered in lotion. Every piece of my outfit was picked with immaculate care. 

I had to take extra time to put on my make up since I was not used to doing darker looks. But my nerves had woken me up early, so I had extra time.

I looked at myself in the mirror when I was done. I had turned myself into an office siren, complete with a tight pencil skirt and an even tighter white button up. The lingerie set I had chosen to wear could be seen slightly thru the tops thin white fabric. It was a lacy black set that had cost me almost half a month's rent.

Warmth spread at the bottom of my stomach. I really had done a good job. The person I was before my faithful meeting with the doctor was gone from the surface, at least. But inside, the battle was far from over.

I felt even more eyes on me during my transit to work. Each one gave me a much needed boost. I felt so good to be looked at with lust. I even played it up, swaying my hips a bit more than necessary as I walked, stretching in just the right ways to show off my assets on the train while still looking natural, smiling seductively at any man who met my eye.

By the time I reached the office I had regained my confidence. More than that, I felt powerful. This whole dressing sexy thing had turned out to be a great idea. I could barely understand why I hadn't done this sooner. Cultural conditioning, I suppose? 

No matter, I was now at my desk and ready to start the day. I was ready to give it my all and really prove that-

But then my thought was interrupted as I saw the bossed son enter the office, late as usual.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as my heart started to race. Somehow, while getting ready this morning, I had forgotten the exact reason why I had dressed sexy in the first place, I gritted my teeth in contempt while my legs squirmed in anticipation.

He took his time meandering around the office, taking way longer then necessary at the coffee machine as he chatted with his dipshit friends. Friends who I had just taken pride in being oggled by  my lower half reminded me. I felt trapped between loathing and an overwhelming desire to please. It trapped me physically too as instead of working I kept my eyes on the idiot, the idiot I also desperately wanted to look at me.

But instead of wandering towards my desk he turned around and went in the other direction, not even so much as glancing in my direction.

The bottom of my stomach dropped out. Had he even remember what he had said to me yesterday? Did he even remember that I still existed?

My thoughts became scattered both unbelievably angry at his stupidity and mortified from the lack of his approval. I flicked back and forth between the two emotions destroying my focus in the process. By lunch I had barely made progress on any of my tasks and I was still incredibly upset.

I tried to think of a way to calm myself down. I couldn't eat anything because my stomach was so twisted and full of knots so I headed towards the bathroom. But when I got to the door I remembered what had happened the last time I was alone in there. I felt my whole body flushed with shame and arousal. 

I turned around and headed in a different direction, I headed towards the idiots desk. 

I told myself that I was just going for a walk around the office. That I wouldn't even see him since he always took an extended lunch. But low and behold after turning a few corners there he was. Sitting in a relaxed position with this legs open, as if his dick was too big to keep his legs closed.

I felt my eyes narrow as my mouth started to water. I really should turn back since I had obviously not crossed his mind at all today while he dominated mine. I should take this as a sign that he really was too stupid to even be breathing the same air as me but instead I walked over to his desk

He finally noticed me as I drew closer. He was surprised but not that surprised. The look quickly changed to smug contentment as if it was perfectly natural for a coworker to change their entire appearance to please them. And considering the excitement I felt spreading between my legs, I couldn't say that he was wrong.

He let out a whistle as he gave me another appraising looking up and down my body “Looking good, dollface”

I gritted my teeth, as my excitement surged with his approval. 

I felt his gaze move back up to my chest. “I don't get why you are wearing a bra though. It's a crime against humanity to lock those things away” He said with a wink.

I don't know how I didn't self combust on the spot. But while my ego raged, the other side of me took over and I felt my own mouth open. “I am sorry, sir.” 

“You should be.” His gaze turned into a playfully stern expression. “If you don't correct this mistake, I will have to punish you.” I felt his eyes move down to my short skirt. “But you would like that, wouldn't you?”

The words came out before I could stop myself “I would, sir”

He let up a short laugh as he stood up. I felt my whole body tense. We were alone in this part of the office. 

As he got closer to me, he learned forward and spoke softly into my ear. “Remove it and I will give you a long hard punishment.”

I gasped as I felt his hand groping my ass. What else was he going to do to me? And would I be able to even stop myself from letting him do it?

“Yes, sir” My words were breathy, so breathy it was a surprise I wasn't panting like the bitch in heat that I was. “I would love to be punished by you. All night long.”

He let out an even quieter chuckle as he squeezed my ass again. “That’s a good girl”

He then suddenly spanked my ass with a surprising amount of force.

I let out a small yelp that sounded more appropriate in a porno than in the office. I whipped my head around the room to see if anyone had heard me but the only other person I saw was him as he sauntered away from me without a glance back.

My breathing got heavy as I felt my whole body tremble. My mind was both equally confused on how I could say those things to him and how could I possibly not. Wasn't this the whole reason I had dolled myself up in the first place?

I tried to tell myself that it was for me, that I wanted to feel empowered by owning my sexuality as I walked back towards my office. It was my choice that I bought these clothes and my choice that I had put them on. There was no way I could be doing this for someone else. Someone I had intentionally sought out at their desk when I couldn't take their lack of attention any more.

I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. I quicked my pace and slipped into the ladies room by my desk. It was empty again so I went over to the sink and braced myself against the counter top. Why did it have to be him? After fantasising over an actual educated man who had expertly opened me like a delicate flower, I was now begging for attention from the office sex pest. I knew about his reputation from past female coworkers. How he would butter them up with compliments till they agreed to grab a drink with them. How that one drink quickly turned into many and then before they knew it they were face down ass up on his carpet. 

At the time I hadn't been very sympathetic. What else had they expected? They would whine about him moving too fast but he was blatantly not the kind of guy who was instead in courting. He had asked them out for drinks for god's sake. When I would point that out they would start to get all teary and I would roll my eyes. If they wanted to be treated like a princess they probably ask to go out for a fancy dinner instead of putting on a short skirt and letting him take them to the nearest bar.

I felt my cunt start to pulse with need. Even thinking about this was turning me on. How he had taken advantage of those silly girls. And now here I was dressed even more provocative than them, asking to be punished with bated breath. A singular thought entered my head, that I deserved this.

The thought repeated in my head over and over as I felt my tears dry up and my breath slow down. A sense of calm was spreading from in between my legs to all over my body. I then began to unbutton my shirt. 

I watched myself in the mirror do it. Each button popping open to reveal more lace and more skin. I let it fall to the floor as I reached back to unhook my bra and removed it. I admired myself for a few moments, the repeating thought turning into a mantra. I then knew exactly what to do

I put my skirt back on and picked up the bra, folding it up so I could elegantly hold it in one hand. I then left the bathroom and marched back over to his office. I placed my bra on his chair and returned to my desk. 

Over an hour later, I felt the ping of an instant message as I worked on a task. I clicked over and saw who it was from. My heart fluttered with anticipation as I clicked on it to reveal a simple message

“Be ready at 5 for you know what.” Followed by a winking emoji.

A jolt of longing went straight to my cunt. I was going to get it. Exactly what I deserved. I typed back a quick reply.

“I am eagerly looking forward to it, sir” I ended with too many salacious emojis.

A new message then popped up. “I know you are. Now get back to work, bitch”

I couldn't help gasping at his audacity. Some small part of my ego managed to crawl its way back into my mind. Ranting about how dare a subordinate talk to me like that. But I had already hearted the message and clicked back to another window. 

I did indeed follow his orders to get back to work. Not that much was work was done since I was pulled back into waffling over being offended or excited. By the time the clock drew close to quitting time, I was exhausted. God, I needed a drink or twenty. 

Then I heard a whistle to get my attention. I looked over and there he was sauntering over in no particular hurry. 

I quickly closed up my station for the day, grabbed my purse and stood at attention. When he got close he didn't even speak to me, just motioned me to follow. I did like an obedient dog with a eagerly wagging tail.

We didn't talk in the elevator either or on the walk to the eventually crowded bar. My tiny ego screamed about being objectified but the voice was so small like it was coming from the bottom of a well. So instead I said nothing while he put an arm around my waist and led me to a spot at the bar. It was so crowded that we were forced up against each other. His hand started to explore my hips and ass as we waited for our drinks. It was making me feel weak and needy. Why were we even bothering coming here? We both knew that I was going to put out and even if I was just being the biggest tease of all time, it would be more expedient to go straight to his place and ply me with alcohol there. With a cunt as wet as mine it wouldn't matter if my mind consented or not as my body already had.

But then I felt his mouth near my ear. “Give me your panties."

My spin straightened in shock. Fantasying about being date raped was one thing as any debasing would be done behind closed doors but we where in public and my skirt was already so short. I went to the bathroom without another word.

It was busy in there but I managed to get a stall. Once inside, rolled up my skirt and pulled my panties down before stepping out of them one foot at a time. I then pulled my skirt back up, my now very wet cunt freely accessible between my legs. My ego tugged at me again about the vulnerable position I was putting myself in. That not only could he touch me but he could bend and twist so I was open for anyone to see. This thought only increased my internal heat. 

So I returned to him with my panties in hand. I gave them to him and he gave me a drink in exchange. Then another and then another. It seemed that he had a thing for drunk girls and I was more than happy to oblige. I felt the edges of the world so fuzzy and my vision go blurry. Everything he said now was so fucking funny. Why hadn't I done this sooner? Why did I used to have such a stick up my ass? Why hadn’t I asked to be treated like the dumb slut that I clearly was? It was so much more fun. His hand was slipping down to my thigh, touching them to tease them apart. 

My heart started pounding as I felt my ego pump the last of its breaks. There was no way I was going to let him touch my bare pussy in public. I already knew what he would do. He would start slowly until I whined like a bitch and spread more for him. And I just knew that he would make me taste my own arousal as the other girls had complained that he did that to them. At the time I would make a face of disgust but internally my pussy would be clenching with envy. But that was the truth of this wasn't it? Even when I was a prude I secretly wanted to be used and abused. It was just mother nature amping up my hormones to set me down the correct path of being a vessel for someone else's pleasure. Of being a stupid needy slut.

But despite my overwhelming need to please,  my legs did not open. He seemed to realize this and motioned to the bar tender to pay us out. I saw him pull out the company credit card and tap it on the machine. Idly I wondered what expense category this would go in. I could think of several colourful ones.

We then left the bar and there was no asking if I wanted to go to his place. He started walking and I followed. He didn't even touch me on the way there to rub it in my face that I wanted to go there so anything that happened while inside would be my fault for being there in the first place. Part of me hoped that he had in house cameras set up.

As the elevator doors closed he was touching me again. In my hair to bring my face to his as we were pressed chest to chest. Then he put his thigh between my legs and I positioned myself so I could grind against it, leaving a wet trail in its wake. By the time the doors opened to some suite impossible high in the air I was already whimpering. I barely was aware while he brought me inside the front door and then pushed onto my knees. The alcohol was really hitting me now, making the whole word dizzy and numb. Which was good since when he pulled out his huge cock, I knew that I was going to need it.

Now I had gotten much better at giving head and could even deepthroat like the best of them. But I was still an amateur and not a professional. I had physical limits I hadn't completely worn down and I could tell already that this was one of them. Not that the thought stopped me from opening my mouth.

The discomfort was immediate as he pushed himself inside. No wonder he plied girls with alchol before fucking them. It was clearly an act of public service. And now I would do my best to serve him back. I bob up and down his cock. I barely could go down halfway before I had to stop. Tears welled in my eyes and I whimpered pathetically. I wanted to take more so bad but I just couldn't. So I tried to compensate by bobbing as fast as I could stand. But apparently that wasn't enough.

I felt his hands reach into my hair as he started to fuck my mouth. He had gotten a good idea of my range so he was fucking me to my limited as I started to moan wildly on his cock. I even angled myself downwards so he could look me in the eyes and see what a slut I was. I wanted the message to be loud and clear. I would take more if i could. But that wasn't enough either.

He pushed himself in further and somehow I took it. I made a noise that was more pain than pleasure but I did indeed take it and then I took it again and again as I felt tears well up and rundown my face. He then removed his cock and rubbed it all over my stupid slutty face while I begged for him to put it back. To please put it back. Please I am begging you, I need your cock in my mouth. I need to make you cum. Please cum in my needy mouth.

But instead of being rewarded with cock I was punished by being slapped in the face. “I don't remember giving you permission to speak.”

I gasped as the embers of my ego reignitated in rage while my pussy clenched with delight. He had kept a hand in my dumb hair so I got to feel that delicious pain too. I looked up at him and smiled, ready for another one.

But instead I was forced onto my hands and knees as with his hand in my hair he started pulling me forward. He was going to make me crawl to wherever he wanted to fuck me and I was going to do it obediantly, cunt drilling and exposed all the while as he had pulled it up over my ass. My knees and hands burned as they hit the hardwood floors but eventually he stopped me in front of a mirror before spanking my ass.

I yelped and was able to see my whole reaction from start to finish. God, I really was a whore. I don't know why I didn't notice sooner. There was so much cock I had missed out on that I would need to make up for. I had already been working hard to course correct this but I needed to do more. I needed to give more of myself. I needed to let go of the fact that I had a self at all. 

The next thing I felt was a belt around my neck and a cock in my cunt as he finally entered me. I almost came right there and then from the feeling of it. Of the feeling of wanting to be used in the way I had always wanted to be used. Of being able to watch myself at the same time. I looked so fucking good being fucked like this and he pounded me from behind. It was a shame that this was ephemeral and would soon be lost to time. It was a shame that I hadn't thought to pull out my phone from my bag before I was being fucked too hard to speak coherently. It was a shame that-

But then I noticed something. While one hand was still holding the belt I could no longer feel the other one groping and smacking my ass. I glanced up at him to discover that he was holding his phone and was filming the whole thing.

The orgasm hit me like a truck and he shoved my face in the floor as a response to all the noise while he fucked be harder. I could hear him taunting me for cuming all over his dick. For doing it because I looked at the camera and that I was still looking at it. Like I was enticing someone else to fuck my mouth. As I remembered who I wanted that person to desperately be, I came again. The sound caught between a moan and a sob as I continued to let myself be debased by someone I hated and disrespected. By someone I wanted to treat me like dirt in response for daring act above my station. For daring to not know my place. I certainly knew it now and it was also being recorded for anyone he thought should see. I had no control over the situation and I didn't want to. I wanted to continue to spin out of control. I wanted to be controlled in every way possible. I wanted him to cum.

Despite being told not to, I spoke. No, I begged for him to cum inside me. To fill my cunt with his cum. That I needed it so bad. More badly than anything I had in my entire life. This seemed to please him since the belt was pulled tighter as and I felt the world go white for a second as my eyes rolled back in the head from the pressure. Delicious sweet pressure. I begged more so he would do it again. 

He continued to taunt me as he fucked me calling me every dirty word in the book and then some. And all the while I continued to bitch and moan on his cock. I would have bruises all over my neck for sure and I didn't care. In fact I wanted them, I wanted everything. And I really really needing him to-

Finally I could feel him as he came inside me. Heard the sound of his grunt from all the exertion and felt his cock twitch as he released inside of me. I came again in response. This one from the pleasure of knowing I did a job well done.

It didn't take long for him to pull out of me and remove the belt from my neck. Next he would probably pull my clothes down and send me on my merry way as was I was usually treated after encounters like this as both parties sank away in shame. But as I lay there, face down ass up in front of a mirror with cum leaking out of cunt, I didn't feel ashamed of myself. Instead I felt quite proud. 

And he seemed to agree since he picked me up and laid me down on something soft. My mind was still blurry from the drinks and orgasms so I could barely tell what he was doing. I could tell that my clothes were being removed and when I was completely nude I felt leather cuffs being put on my wrists and ankles. I felt a blindfold cover my eyes and then I was the repostioned so I was tired to the four corners of the bed. I whined pathetically as he did it but he ignored me. He knew that I wanted whatever he wanted anyway. Taking my opinion into consideration was pointless.

Then I heard the sound of a picture being taken and sent off in some kind of instant message. Judging from the amount of pings back I heard, it was either one very excitable person or many people.

I had the feeling that it was going to be a long night.

Zane cupped her chin and turned her to face him.
“Daddy Kieran is going to put his penis in your mouth now baby girl. It’s going to be just like sucking on your paci but bigger. You’re going to breathe through your nose and just let him use your mouth okay. Sucking and swallowing. And don’t be scared if something comes out that’s supposed to happen, that means you’re being a good girl. You just swallow whatever your Daddies give you okay?”

She knew what a blow job was!! Why were they mansplaining everything to her. Treating her like an idiot like…like a baby. Like she didn’t know how to do the most basic of things.

He pulled the pacifier out and traced her lips with his finger before turning her head and Kieran’s fully erect penis was in front of her face. “Stick your tongue out and lick it baby girl.” She did. She licked the precum from his tip. Licking around the head of his cock until he told her to open and when she did he slid his length over her tongue. All the way until he reached her throat and she gagged.

Sometimes lovingly stroking her hair while the cock worked its way in and out of her mouth. She was so focused on the blow job that she didn’t realize someone was licking her wet sex until she was moaning. She couldn’t see who it was but they knew what they were doing.

He licked her from ass hole to clit. Soaking her sucking on her. His tongue poked her entrance, fucking in and out of her. The coarse hair on his face rubbing against her most sensitive areas.
The cock in her mouth kept thrusting just as the mouth on her core kept devouring her. Kieran pulled out of her and she didn’t even get a chance to catch her breath before some else was pushing their cock past her lips. This one was wider forcing her mouth even wider. The mouth between her legs vanished and cool air teased her heated core until another mouth settled against her. She could tell it was different. His technique was different.

They proceeded to take turns. Each of them tasting her, using her mouth. All except Zane who continued to hold her in place for them to use. The men brought her to cum with their mouths. Repeatedly. She moaned and cried out around the cocks in her mouth. At one point there were multiple mouths on her. Two tongues on her pussy. One sucking and biting her clit while the other thrust in and out of her entrance. And then one there was a mouth at her ass and she wailed. Never having felt that sensation before. It was incredible. Multiple mouths on her at once was hot. So fucking hot. She lost track of how many orgasms she had.

When the first load shot down her throat she swallowed it and kept sucking until he pulled out and got replaced by someone else. Only two of them finished in her mouth.

They left her then. Everyone backing away. Leaving her bereft and stunned. Confused. Zane shifted his weight under her drawing her attention. “It’s my turn baby girl.”

Zander lifted her off of Zane and carried her to a large black leather ottoman. He laid her down and Zane came down over her. He had stripped on his way. He was naked above her, his cock poking at her entrance.
“Daddy’s going to put my penis inside your vagina now baby girl. You’re going to relax for Daddy like a good girl.
Genevieve nodded.
“Use your big girl words for Daddy, baby.”
“Yes Daddy.” Her voice was hoarse. “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”
He smiled and sat up on his knees between her open legs.

Cade and Jack held her legs open and they all watched her as Zane pushed inside of her. Bare. It bothered her but she accepted it. She had no choice.
Zander bent down over her cupping her nape. “Such a good little baby you’re being. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
Gen smiled up at him. She didn’t even know why she did it. It was like it was instinct. Natural. A warmth spread over her at the words and the way he smiled down at her. And then he was kissing her while Zane buried himself all the way inside of her. His long shaft hitting her cervix causing her to cry out against Zander’s mouth.

He was long. Too long. Painfully long. And he seemed to be determined to make all of him fit inside of her. Each violent thrust inside is her felt like it was bruising her insides as his pelvic bone slammed into her. Tears sprang to her eyes “ow.” She trembled against Zander’s lips. “Ow! Daddy! Daddy it hurts please!”

She had never been with anyone this size before and people lied bigger was not better! He seemed intent on making this as unenjoyable for her as possible. He pounded her hard, just hard. Pulling out and ramming back in as hard as he could over and over and over. He fucked her punishingly she buried her face into Zander’s neck and cried as the others held her down, tormenting her breasts.

She heard a muffled “are you done being a dick now.” Just before his assault relented.
Zander moved and once again Zane came down over her and she winced as he shifted inside of her.
“Shhhh. Daddy’s sorry baby.” He cupped her face and kissed her tear streaked face. “Daddy was just so impatient to be inside his little girl after watching your other Daddies play with you.” He turned her face to kiss her some more. “Daddy’s going to be nice now, I promise, ok.”
She nodded, sniffling “o…ok..ay Daddy.”
He smiled “good girl baby.” He rose up again and fucked her softer. Not so brutal. “I want you to cum on my cock baby.”

Gen nodded though she had no idea how that was going to happen. The inside of her felt like someone used it for batting practice. He was clearly trying to go easier, not easy, on her but still it was uncomfortable. She winced, tensing anytime he went too deep.

Gen was pushed up on the ottoman just enough that her head hung over the edge.
“Open up baby doll, let Daddy distract you.” Jack pushed at her lips with the tip of her cock forcing her to open. The two of them used her, in sync, she rocked up and down on the ottoman. Someone rubbed her clit and she could feel herself getting wetter around Zane’s cock. Easing the way for him. He shifted them, lifting her hips so he hit her at a different angle and she started writhing on the leather. Moaning around the cock in her mouth. She hadn’t thought it would be possible but she started cumming, her legs twitching violently.

When Gen came down both men pulled out of her. It didn’t feel like Zane came inside of her and Genevieve was grateful for that.

Tags: [femdom], [msub], [ponyplay], [ponyboy]

Part 1

Day 2.

That day's lunch break was over, and I had been running on the treadmill again for about an hour, secured by the poles, learning the pace and stride of a four-legged stallion. Once you got the hang of it, it was easy! No, wrong, then it was easier!

"Stop the treadmills!" I had not even noticed Theresa, well, how could I? She was standing in the aisle behind me. The blinders limited my field of vision, and the bridle limited my mobility. It was Annemarie, the brunette woman with the braid, who turned off my treadmill.

"Stallions!" Theresa spoke up. "The poles will secure you if you stumble. After a day and a half, you should have learned the simple step well. From now on, every stumble will be punished," she announced. Just like that. Lapidary. A punishment. Whatever that meant. Theresa did not explain any further. I thought about it for a moment, but it still happened to me now and then, too. When I lost concentration, I stumbled, I stumbled, and the poles saved me. That might happen from time to time. I was pretty sure, without knowing for sure, but I just suspected it. All the other stallions felt the same way. Well, maybe there was one or two natural talents who got by without a single stumble. Already. But I tried harder. For the next few minutes, no stallion seemed to stumble.

TWACK!

Behind me, the sound of a blow against bare flesh, a suppressed groan.

TWACK!

TWACK!

"One stumble, three lashes, Sir Stephen," explained trainer Nora. Did I hear her smiling with delight? "One stumble. That is the price, and you will get away with it! Imagine if you had a female rider in your saddle! Try harder, stallion." Of course, there was no response. If Sir Stephen snorted or neighed, I did not hear it. The afternoon dragged on.

Again and again, not unexpectedly with 24 stallions, I heard the clapping. Next, the name of the stallion was always loudly announced by the trainer administering the punishment, and it was Caspar who got it .

TWACK!

Groans, suppressed.

TWACK!

TWACK!

“You’re not sparing him anything,” Andrea judged.

"Why should I?" That was Nora.

"Out of solidarity of the blacks?"

Nora laughed. "There's no such thing as black solidarity. That is a myth, spread by stupid white assholes who have no idea about real life! Maybe I am bitter, but my parents survived the massacre in Rwanda in 1994. They were Tutsi. Maybe a million black people died back then, slaughtered by other black people. Luckily for me, my parents were able to hide. And then escaped. So do not tell me about black solidarity!"

"I'm sorry," said Annemarie.

"I'm black myself, I'm allowed to say that without being branded a racist. Let us talk about other things, more pleasant things!" Nora laughed softly. "We're not racists here!" I could practically feel her stare. "For us, all skin colors are the same! We force white, black, yellow, brown men into the bridle. Or whatever color they are. We don't care about their skin color."

Annemarie laughed softly. "Or should we talk about the color of their fur?"

"As long as they have a cock and a tail!" Nora replied, laughing, the bad thoughts and memories quickly vanishing.

"Yes, the main thing is that they have a cock and a tail! The color of their fur does not matter!"

Both of them laughed. Coincidence or not, right after these words and the women's laughter, I stumbled.

“Prince!” Annemarie announced immediately.

TWACK!

The punishment followed immediately. I bit the bar between my teeth, the pain burning.

TWACK!

“Try harder, Prince!” That was Annemarie, who also gave me the second blow.

TWACK!

My butt was burning—and I was suddenly very motivated not to stumble any more. Very, very motivated. And I demonstrated a certain skill throughout the rest of the afternoon, knowing I could get another blow like that from Annemarie or one of the other trainers at any time.

I did not monitor it, did not count it, but I do not think any of the stallions got away unscathed that day. Yes, Miss Piggy.

The stallion with the name was running right in front of me when the training ended later and the trainers led us away. Surprisingly, we did not enter the stable with our stalls, but rather another room, unfamiliar to me and to us until then. The poles guided us, and the guide rails in the ceiling fanned out into the other room until the 24 of us were actually standing side by side in a long line.

"Welcome to the penalty box!" Nora greeted us. Was there malice in her voice? Anticipation? She had positioned herself in front of us. And I think both malice and anticipation were detectable in her voice. Theresa and Dorothea, three or four other women I had not met before, all the trainers I had seen here so far, they were all here. I had a bad feeling about this crowd. In front of us was a bench. Straps were attached to the legs of the bench, including the main part. "Yes, this is our good old penalty box," Nora explained. "It significantly increases the stallions' learning success. Now, Annemarie, what do we have?"

"Miss Piggy without punishment," explained the petite trainer. "With one punishment, Prince, Donkey, ..."

"Let's save ourselves the trouble of listing 24 stallions," Nora interrupted. "Stallions with three offenses?"

“Sir Stephen and Dumbo,” Annemarie replied.

"Well, clearly someone here isn't motivated enough to concentrate on their step. Let us start with Sir Stephen!"

The young stallion, perhaps a Stephan or a Steve or even a Stephano in civilian life, perhaps his name was something else entirely, was placed in the punishment box. He was strapped down there. The phallus was removed, and through the stallion's widely spread legs, his most intimate parts were clearly visible. Nora was handed a long, slightly curved cane. "This is the bonus," she explained.

TWACK! Hit number 1. TWACK! Number 2. TWACK! Number 3. Always at five-second intervals, on the bare ass. It went on until number 9. Sir Stephen's ass was brutally red, and he would feel it for some time.

Damn, I could still feel the three slaps from earlier on my butt.

After the blows, the sobbing stallion was penetrated with the phallus again - and Dumbo, a slightly chubby young man, received the identical punishment, and Sir Stephen was already back in the row next to the rest of us.

"What else do we have?" asked Nora, who seemed slightly heated but satisfied.

“Caspar was absent four times,” explained Annemarie.

“So!” said Nora simply.

Caspar was sent to the penalty box. He received a full dozen strokes on his bare bottom, and I can tell Nora did not give the black stallion any discount because she was black herself. Quite the opposite, she probably hit him even harder, perhaps because she was pissed off that a black man was acting like a pony boy. Or acting so clumsily.

"Get me the punishment dildo!" Nora shouted a little too loudly after the punishment. Presumably to scare the rest of us. And yes, Caspar was now given a different, thicker dildo, without a tail. "You'll wear this until the end of training tomorrow. If you stay under four punishments, you'll get the regular cock back in your ass, otherwise we'll see."

And the punishments were over for that day.

And 24 very thoughtful stallions came into their boxes.

During the night, I heard the occasional sob from the other stallions, from a young stallion whose ass was burning like hell. Or who had a big dildo up his ass.

The next day, I managed to get away with two penalties. Which was good. Sir Stephen, Dumbo, and Caspar fared better that day. They got away without a penalty. Others were less fortunate. Monkey, Selim, and Pierre.

And yes, that night too, I heard the sobs of some stallions after our trainers turned out the lights in our stable.

 

"Good, gentlemen!" It was the next morning. Theresa actually had the sense of humor to address us like that. She was standing in the hallway behind me; I did not see her, but her words were, of course, clearly audible in the training hall. "Time for a little more of a challenge. The pace you have learned so far is equivalent to a slow walk, at most a medium pace. But now we will train you to trot. We are being fair; a stumble in the morning session today will only be penalized directly, but will not count towards the day's total. After the lunch break, the normal rules apply again. Ladies, get to work, train those four-legged beasts well!"

And the trainers got our treadmills running.

Trot!

It was so easy for her to speed up the treadmill. Just a few clicks on the control unit. Was there a canter? I hoped not. "First, walk, Prince," Annemarie explained to me. "The program will switch to trot in five minutes. A beep will announce it." And she moved on to Superstar, who was being trained on the next treadmill today.

 

Time passed, days passed, clearly measurable by the welts on our bottoms. But we were motivated. All of us. And all of us became more and more confident. Which meant fewer welts and fewer punishments.

We were now well trained.

Step.

Trot.

Change of tempo.

I did not even know exactly how long I had been here. How long I had been living as a stallion, how long I had been trained to be a stallion and a riding animal. Like the other stallions. But none of us stumbled more than three times a day anymore; we would all learned.

Learned well

Learned quickly.

Yes, I pulled a face. It is all a matter of motivation! This morning, however, was a little different than usual. After we were taken care of, the trainers took us out of the stalls one by one. They did not lead us straight into the training hall, but into another room I had never seen before.

Annemarie led me by the reins. "Stay calm, Prince!" She patted my head. "No need to worry. Just the next step in the program."

I did not know what to expect. My uneasy feeling in my stomach grew as I entered a kind of structure. Walls to the left and right. About the same height as I was when I was on all fours, maybe a little higher. I could not see what was on my left or right. I could only go forward or backward. Well, we had not practiced walking backward either. Was that going to be it?

No.

Suddenly I felt the weight on my back.

I snorted in surprise.

"It's okay, Prince, it's just a sack." Annemarie stood right behind me, fiddling with the sack. It was heavy. I understood she was attaching it to my saddle so the dead weight would not slip off. And I understood this was preparation for being ridden. This was preparation for carrying the weight of a real rider.

And I felt how the longitudinal bars on my flanks stabilized me, how they relieved a great deal of this weight from my back. How these bars cushioned a good portion of the weight, however the construction of bridle, saddle, and bars physically worked. But it worked. And that was the main thing. Annemarie took the reins and led me, carrying the unfamiliar weight on my back, back to the training hall. Yes, all the other stallions who had already been here, who had already trained on the treadmills, were already wearing such a bag. I saw the unspectacular thing on their backs. Dark brown, shapeless, heavy. Held in place with straps on the saddle and bridle.

Yes, and so began another glorious day of my training.

 

For the next few days, we trained exclusively with the weight in the saddle, with the bag on our backs. We had no choice but to quickly get used to it.

Like the bridle.

Like the dildo.

Like the punishments we received when we did not work with concentration.

Had Susan known all this? Probably better than I did! Much better! Strange, I had not thought about Susan at all since I had been here. Well, we were not a couple. Here in this place, there were other women; here the trainers ruled, who were both mistress and goddess to me. The only thing that mattered in my current life was the will of these women, especially Annemarie.

Their will was law.

Her will were my 10 commandments.

Her dissatisfaction meant pain for me.

I was completely at her mercy.

Because of the training, I was not as sexually charged as I should have been. Virtually naked, dominated by attractive women. But none of them had deigned to sexually satisfy themselves in any way in front of us. Well, they certainly had other options.

Not us.

I wondered how long it would take until I had a nocturnal ejaculation—and whether it would have any consequences. So far, it did not seem to have happened to any of the stallions—all of them vital young men, even Dumbo had already visibly lost weight.

So, I got used to the weight on my back. The canter pace was not on the training schedule, at least not until now. I hoped it would stay that way. A few days later. The morning had been normal. After feeding and lunch, several of the trainers came into our stable.

"Well?" asked Theresa. "Who can, which stallion should we reward, which stallions can we reward? Annemarie?"

"Prince is doing well," she noted. "And Rumpelstiltskin, too."

"Jaqueline?"

“I suggest Sir Stephen and Renée,” was the reply.

"Okay, take the others to the training hall."

It took a while before the others were all on their way. First, Jaqueline took Sir Stephen, and Theresa herself took Renée, and they led the two stallions out of the stable. Carola followed with Rumpelstiltskin and Annemarie, not even four steps behind me.

I saw the stallions' bare, impaled hindquarters before me, saw the traces of the few fresh and the many, older welts. And I knew my hindquarters presented an identical sight to anyone who would follow us. To my surprise, the riding mistresses led us through a gate into a courtyard bathed in sunshine. They removed the poles securing us from our bridles. No one else was to be seen in the courtyard. The area itself was separated by buildings and walls; further ahead, there seemed to be a passage, a gate. But no matter. Outside, that was all that mattered, I was outside, and that alone was pleasant, more pleasant than I had imagined, so much had I missed the fresh air, the sunshine, the wind, and the weather. I took a deep breath. The ground of the courtyard was brown, hard-packed. A little way off stood a post; at the top, within easy reach of an upright person, four poles led out—and I understood. Each of us was led under the end of one of the poles and strapped to the pole by the reins. There were several of these posts for lunging the stallions.

"Walk, my sweet stallions!" Jaqueline commanded. And we were lunged, now outside in the fresh air. Without the familiar safety of the poles on the ceiling, but with a safety device in the lunging machine.

And it was indeed a reward to be able to be out in the fresh air.

 

Our training expanded in other ways as well.

Annemarie sat on the box of the two-wheeled cart. I was harnessed to the cart, the sulky, like a draft animal, with a pole on either side of my body connecting me to the cart. We were in the yard where some other stallions were being lunged. Three of the posts were filled with four stallions, all with the sack as additional weight on their backs, but in total, three of us, Sir Stephen in front of Nora and King Thrushbeard in front of Theresa, were also harnessed to a cart. Without any weight on our backs, well, now they were draft animals. Like myself.

And the other two stallions were already on their way.

"You have a great ass, Prince," Annemarie praised from behind me. Which was certainly true! The trainers told me often enough! Annemarie was sitting on the coach box. SWACK! I bit my bridle as the whip hit me. Annemarie hit me completely unnecessarily, great ass or not. "Walk!" was her command.

Obediently, I set off, pulling the cart behind me. The blow was completely unnecessary! I would have obeyed anyway; she knew that. I knew that. Well, for some strange reason, I did not discuss my mistress and coachwoman's behavior with Annemarie. I simply obeyed. With the reins on my bridle, she steered me a 270-degree turn toward the passage.

Which I had never passed since I was here.

But the other two coachwomen with their stallions had already disappeared through this small gate. Well, our path undoubtedly led us there, and my coachwoman steered me there. The passage was formed by a building and a wall, the latter about a proud three meters high. Further ahead, I could already see the passage opening. And I saw the other two teams: Theresa sitting on her cart, with King Thrushbeard in front, Nora sitting on her cart, with Sir Stephen in front. Annemarie steered me next to the other two teams.

"There you are," said Theresa. I was standing right next to Sir Stephen, although I could not see him anymore because of the blinders.

"Yep," Annemarie simply said. I stared at the square in front of us. It was about as long as a football field and as wide as two of them, maybe a little more. Beyond the square were more buildings. More stables? I wasn't staring because of those things. The square was bustling with life. There were at least two dozen teams like us on the road, a female rider sitting on the coach box, a human stallion harnessed to the sulky.

Or in some cases, two of us human stallions.

And maybe 15 stallions, each with a female rider on their backs. Here, in the open air, of course, without poles or a false floor. No, these fellows were truly and actually being ridden right here before our very eyes. By a female rider sitting on their backs. Now I knew I was not alone. We were not alone.

Hah, I already knew that, when 23 other young men were being trained as stallions alongside me. And the female riders? The women's boots had spurs! Everyone held a short riding crop or whip, and they were used!

But all of this was big, bigger, much bigger than I thought.

And some of the stallions ran fast, faster than I had thought possible. So, there was still something like a gallop. A black-haired woman, sitting in the saddle of her mount, guided her stallion towards us at exactly that pace. "Hello you three!" she called out in greeting, and she certainly did not mean Sir Stephen, King Thrushbeard, and me. Nevertheless, she looked over at us curiously. "Nice young stallions you have there," she remarked. She was wearing white trousers over her boots, boots with spurs. As we rode up, I had seen her use the spurs, pushing her legs back to press the spurs - they certainly were not metal - into her stallion's flanks or thighs. I saw welts on the mount, but no bloody scars on the bare skin.

“We know that, dear Alexandra,” Theresa replied with a somewhat ironic undertone.

“What are the stallions’ names?” asked Alexandra.

"These are," replied Theresa, "Sir Stephen, King Thrushbeard, and Prince here before you."

Alexandra laughed. "Only noblemen today, I feel almost insignificant. Fittingly, I'm riding King today." A second rider joined her, a rather thin-lipped woman. Her thin lips gave her the appearance of cruelty. Well, her stallion showed more obvious whip marks on his rump and hips. And he wore a heavy, in my opinion unflattering, nose ring, inserted into the nasal septum. The ring marred the stallion's quite handsome face—in my opinion. But that did not count. She nodded to our three riders. "How are you?" she asked with a heavy Eastern European accent; perhaps she was Russian.

"Well, a lot of work, a lot of training," Nora replied.

"How are the colts doing?" asked the woman with the accent. "Can I ride one?"

"Not yet, Olga," Theresa replied defensively. "That'll be possible soon enough, by the Big Summer Festival at the latest. They have not even been saddle broken in yet. None of them!" Somehow, I was glad for that answer. A lady in a sulky, with a team of two stallions in front of her, also came over to us. "Theresa, is it still tonight?"

"Yes, but it might take me an hour longer than originally planned."

"Don't stress about it, I'll go for a nice, long ride with Danny and Benny. They're both looking forward to it." She laughed softly; the stallions did not seem, well, unhappy at their driver's words.

"Perfect, now ladies, shall we continue?" asked Theresa.

"Sure," Nora replied.

"Those were," Annemarie explained to us stallions, "the ladies Alexandra on her stallion King, Olga on her stallion Pascha, and in the sulky, the good Franzi with the team Danny and Benny. I never know whether I should find the names Danny and Benny silly or brilliant." Annemarie laughed.

Pascha 's right buttock? A tattoo? Or was the mark even burned into the skin? I did not know. But it did not seem like a tattoo to me. I pushed the thought away.

For the next two hours, King Thrushbeard, Sir Stephen, and I pulled our ladies and coachwomen through the grounds as draft horses. The path the ladies chose was paved and wide, leading between bushes and trees. The area, wherever it lay in the country, must have been much larger than I had imagined. The ladies chatted relaxedly about various things, their teams driving side by side. Nevertheless, there was still room for oncoming traffic.

SWACK! That was Annemarie, hitting my bottom. Theresa and Nora also regularly use their whip.

"Just a reminder that we're still here," Nora said, taking a swipe at Sir Stephen.

As if any of us could forget that!

"We've received some excellent applications for this summer camp again this year," Theresa reflected aloud. "Including the stallions present. I'm very pleased."

"You could be further along in your training," Nora said. SWACK, Sir Stephen got a blow.

SWACK! Presumably just to make up for it, King Thrushbeard and I immediately got a second helping from our coachwomen.

"Oh, they're doing well there, although there are always exceptions." Annemarie laughed softly. "Prince has the sweetest ass of all 24 stallions."

“It’s a matter of opinion,” said Nora.

"My subjective opinion," said Annemarie unperturbed. "And that's what matters to me!"

"Dumbo did well, contrary to expectations," Theresa reflected aloud. "Caspar too —I'll take him out tomorrow."

"Caspar!" Nora laughed. "And Renée. I bet half the stallions don't know what those names mean."

"If you're not mistaken." Theresa objected. "And which ass do you think is the cutest, Nora? If not Prince's? So, it is Caspar?"

The way they talked about us! Pure meat inspection!

"Caspar? God, no. Just because he is black? No, Prince has a nice-looking ass, no doubt about it, even most stallions do. With a few welts, their horse asses are even more beautiful. But my favorite among the young stallions, ass-wise, is definitely Pussy."

"Well, that's how tastes differ," Theresa said calmly. The ladies were not arguing. They were simply discussing the physical qualities of their mounts. "And which stallion has the prettiest cock?"

"Which one do you mean?" Annemarie asked, giggling. SWACK! I got another slap. "The one sticking out of her ass, since we're on the subject, or the real one?" Regularly, other teams passed us by. Or riders, relaxed in the saddle of a stallion. And as new stallions, in training, we certainly attracted curious glances. But in the stallions that passed us, I saw my own immediate future. Hell, in the harnessed specimens of this species of Equus Eroticus, I even saw the very present.

"The real ones, of course."

Rumpelstiltskin, Othello, and Whore have the biggest balls," Annemarie pondered. "Next up are Prince, Caspar, and Sir Stephen." She laughed. "Not that their cocks are doing them any good—or their size. Except for peeing, of course."

And so, it continued.

The cutest ass.

The most beautiful cock, the biggest cock.

The prettiest face.

The most sensual lips.

The most attractive body.

But also, the opposite. Who they considered ugly. It was as if King Thrushbeard, Sir Stephen, and Prince were not listening at all. But logically, that was actually true. We were there, sure, but we served as pets. Farm animals, if you like. Our opinion did not count. Who asked their dog about their political views? Or their horse? Behind a patch of woods, a wall came into view. Gray, weathered, so obviously old, but certainly high and also seemingly stable. The path forked here, before the obstacle.

“Which way?” asked Annemarie.

"I don't like the dark clouds over there in the west," said Theresa. "The thunderstorms weren't actually forecast until late this evening. So, we will just take the short route back!"

At those words, I felt a pull to the left, and all three teams, unsurprisingly, took it, a path directly along the wall. "Behind this wall," Theresa explained to us stallions as we reached a firmly closed gate in the wall, "incidentally, lies the real world beyond this venerable and honorable institution. For you, this world could also be on another planet, but that's another topic." Ahead of us, another path branched off from the path in the shadow of the wall, more like a small road. It led to the left, which took us back to our stable, because that was the direction our coachwomen were taking. And we reached it when I heard the first claps of thunder in the distance. Above us, the sky was still blue, but a gusty wind had picked up. And, because the ladies had had to take a shortcut, we had our sacks strapped on and trained for another hour and a half on the treadmill in the safe, protected, and dry training hall. Rain, maybe even hail, was pounding on the roof, but we were safe and dry, except for our sweat, during training.

 

The training continued for a few days. The training even intensified. It was after lunch, and Annemarie led me back into the room where we loaded the sacks—and, surprisingly, into yet another room and out into the yard without a sack being placed on my saddle. There was no one else to be seen in the yard. "Stay the same way, Prince!" she commanded—and promptly swung herself into my saddle. I froze. Annemarie was sitting on my back.

SHE sat on me, as a true rider, not as a coachwoman.

SHE rode me, her feet in the stirrups, the reins in her hand. She even wore spurs on her boots! Like I had seen the other riders do out there. But this was something different, with her sitting on me. In the saddle, on my back. And Annemarie held a riding crop in her hand. ZWACK! And she used it. "Walk!" she commanded, before I could even think, my body reacted, falling into the familiar rhythm, carrying Annemarie, who rode me. As her personal stallion, as her personal mount.

It was a dangerous moment if I reacted incorrectly.

Even fall.

ZWACK!

A reminder of who was in charge here. That was Annemarie. Her will determined the course. I walked at a walk, guided by my rider. Annemarie rode a few wide laps, taking full advantage of the courtyard. "Very good, Prince!" she praised. "You're doing well." We both knew I had immediately and completely submitted to her will as my riding mistress.

Completely.

She decided.

I obeyed her will.

She steered.

I followed the reins.

She sat in the saddle.

I was ridden.

"Does that feel good?" I whinnied in agreement, and Annemarie laughed, her voice ringing. "Good boy," she praised again. She gently patted my head. Damn, it really should not feel this good! It should not feel this good to be ridden. To feel a woman in the saddle on my back, not this damned sack anymore. My penis stood hard and ready in its helpless desire. But my lust did not matter!

Not the slightest.

And so, she rode me as she wanted, Annemarie the rider, Prince as the horse to be ridden.

When we returned later, she loosened the bar between my jaws. "Remember the collar, it'll shock you if you try to talk." I nodded seriously. "Good boy," she praised, gently patting my head. Annemarie took out a chocolate bar. I looked at it greedily. We usually only get bland mush to eat. She laughed, noticing my look. "Would you like it?" I nodded hastily.

"Don't choke!" Annemarie gave me the first piece, placing it on her open palm and waiting for me to pluck the chocolate from it with my lips. "Very good."

I chewed with relish, looking hungrily at the rest.

And I was fed morsel by morsel until I licked the last crumb from her hand. And got the bar between my teeth again.

So, Annemarie led me back, and we both knew that today I had taken a big step forward.

I was broken in!

Chapter 6:

At 8:30am the lights in the dorm began to turn on. Softly at first as if it was a gentle wakeup for the night crew. Eleana sat up slightly in bed and took a look around. For a moment it all felt like a dream. A wild and wet dream but in her mind she could not fathom that this was real. This was her life. And after just one night she couldn't help but admit that she really liked it. Maybe her night on stage will change that but there was nothing to do right now but get to work. 

Elena sat up in bed and stretched her arms towards the top bunk, tapping her knuckles on the bars underneath Priya's bed. She shot them back quickly so as not to wake her up. From everything she had heard about Priya last night she wanted to make sure that she started her first full day at the Estate on good terms. She didn't want to be on the receiving end of her whip. Well not yet at least. Who knew what crazy shit the Mistress had in store for her over the next year. Elena swung her knees around and placed her feet on the floor before pushing up to stand for what she was sure was going to be another eventful day. 

Elena made her way out of the dorm and towards the hallway for breakfast. A few of the women she hadn't met yet waved and gave her a sleepy smile as they walked back towards their beds. Must be the group that went to work after she was done in the various rooms, pleasing guests.

Elena walked down the hall towards the commotion of the dining hall. taking it all in for the first time it looked a lot like a school lunch room. Three massive tables ran nearly the length of the room with benches on either side to sit down on. At the right side of the room was the line for food and the back of the room had a rotating number of trays that a few of the staff were putting their plates on as the plates followed the conveyor and back to what could only be the dishwashing room. Elena hopped in line for food. As she sleepily made her way forward she noticed groups of men and women standing in front of her chatting as they walked, real friends. Something Elena thought she had in her previous life. A faint yearning in her heart went out in the hopes that maybe one day that could be her. But first… food. 

Elena grabbed a tray and looked over the bounty. There were bowls of dry cereal, plates with bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, and french toast. Whatever doubt Elena had in her mind about this place just minutes ago washed away as she noticed they had her favorite cereal. She grabbed a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a plate of eggs before making her way to the end of the line where there was coffee, juice, milk, and tea. She grabbed a steaming cup of coffee and filled her bowl of cereal with 2%. Elena went to sit down. Not knowing which seat to take. She found an open place with no-one around and began to dive into her cereal. She was not two bites in when from behind her a pair of hands smacked her on the shoulders and she heard a loud “BOO”. Elena turned around quickly to see who would be pulling such a prank at this hour. Who else but Maia. 

“Morning sleepyhead,” Maia said, smiling at Elena.

“Morning to you too. You almost made me spill my cereal.” Elena said 

“There is plenty more. You are fine. Anyway, how are you feeling this morning?”

“Better than I thought I would. I imagined my jaw and shoulders would hurt more. I guess I'm more flexible than I thought.”

“That flexible jaw of yours will come in handy I'm sure”

“ha ha” Elena snorted back

“Anyway I want you to meet a few people. They are dying to meet the new girl” Maia gestured toward a few people who had followed her over.

The first one Elena recognized from last night “Jake right? You were the tiger having all the fun last night.”

“Yep that was me” Jake said back waving meekly before putting the hand behind to rub his neck. He almost looked embarrassed. 

He was probably just under six foot tall with a toned body, shoulder length brown hair and a sharp face.

“You were great out there. That was quite the character. It felt so real”

“Thanks I went to college for theater arts. Graduated with honors.” Jake said 

“It shows” Elena said back “What brought you here? Not that I'm judging of course!” Elena putting up her hands. She didn't mean to offend this guy on their first meeting. 

“No offense taken.” Jake smiled “Mistress Lin is maybe the greatest actor and most commanding presence I have ever met. She was hosting a kink night at a club in L.A. and I knew I had to work for her.”

“That's so cool,” Elena said, softening her posture. “Again you were amazing, you really embodied the character.”

“Well after the first hour of teasing the thrashing almost comes naturally.” Jake said as he laughed.

Maia interjected. “This is Tacy, you also met last night”

Tracy held up one hand and waved it back and forth with gusto. She had a wide, bright smile on her face. She stuck her hand out for Elena to shake.

“This is a lot easier this morning for some reason.” Tracy said, giving a snorting laugh as she finished. “Glad to have you on the team. With moves like you were putting on last night you can certainly hold your own.”

“Thanks" Elena said. Feeling herself start to blush.

“And last but not least we have Trevor “He is one of the Dommes here” Maia said gesturing towards a very large man

Trevor had to have been six foot five and well over 200 pounds. He was broad in the shoulders and very muscular. He was wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt from a university football team. Elena could see veins on his arms. This dude definately works out. 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance" Trevor said, extending a dinner plate sized hand towards Elena.

“Absolutly charmed” Elena said grabbing his hand daintily before shaking. 

“She's a spitfire” Trevor said

“She fits in perfectly” Maia said

“That she does” Trevor said back looking into Elena's eyes.

“Well, finish your breakfast young lady. Mistress will want to be seeing you soon and she has a strict time table so please don't be late.” Maia said putting hand on Elena's shoulder

“On it boss” Elena said, saluting Maia. 

The crowd chuckled at that and Maia got a little red in the face.

Elena scarfed down her breakfast quickly before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. The citrus soap smelled just as delightful as the night before. She really needed to know where they got this from. Maia told her to be in uniform before her meeting so she figured it was time to get dressed. Hopefully she had learned well enough yesterday. Elena grabbed the maid uniform and made her way to the dressing room. This seemed to be the place to relax because even at this hour there were several women sitting in chairs reading and listening to music. They each looked up and gave Elena a quick wave before going back to what they were doing. Elena found a vanity in the middle of the room and began the process. She figured the gloves and stockings would take the longest so Elena took off her lounging clothes and took a look at herself in the mirror. She didn't have any of the marks or bruises she thought she might have after a night like she had. Elena took that as a blessing. Elena grabbed a bottle of lube from one of the drawers in the vanity before beginning to coat her right arm. Taking time to apply it evenly before rolling up the first glove and sticking her hand inside. It went in pretty easily as she began to unroll the glove up her arm as it made its way all the way up to her shoulder. She repeated the process on her left arm and started on her legs. Taking extra care to apply the lube behind her knee remembering that that part gave her the most friction yesterday. She rolled the right stocking up her leg to her mid thigh and then repeated the process on her left. Her braid from yesterday looked pretty good but could use a bit of a touch up so she took a bit of time to tidy it before slipping into the dress. Pulling it over her torso The frilly skirt dangling and slapping against her thighs. Once she had everything lined up she made eye contact with one of the women reading and listening to music in a chair nearby. Elena made a zipping motion with her fingers and pointed at her back. The woman smiled softly and shook her head up and down before setting her book down and walking over to Elena. She didn't take out her earbuds however. Elena turned her back to the woman. She felt a pressure as the uniform became her second skin once again. She looked into the mirror as the latex got tighter and formed around her shaping to her every curve. She had to admit she liked the way she looked. She said thank you to the woman who gave her a thumbs up and smile before going back to her book. Elena pinned the headpiece into place and took a breath. She had to admit. This was pretty hot. She looked around but found no makeup in any of the drawers. She should probably order some tonight for delivery. Today she would have to do without today hopefully that wouldn't lead to any punishment. 

Elena made her way up the stairs to this mysterious meeting with Mistress Lin. The last time she had to meet with her manager it didn't end too well so she was hoping Mistress Lin had better news than Roger. She climbed the last of the stairs before opening the door into the grand entranceway. She looked towards the hostess's desk and the same woman was sitting there. She gave Elena a soft wave and smile before tapping her wristwatch. Elena gave her a wave and began to walk towards the grand staircase. She walked with purpose trying to keep her composure but feeling a pit in her stomach. She couldn't help but admit that she was scared. 

As she made her way to Mistress's office she knocked twice on the door. 

“Come In” Mistress Lin said from the other side of the door. 

Elena turned the handle before opening the door. Mistress Lin sat behind her desk wearing a white silk blouse with a rose pattern over the heart. Her hair was in a messy bun and her thick rimmed glasses were pushed down to the tip of her nose. 

“Hello Elena, Good morning to you.” Mistress Lin said as she pushed her glasses up into place.

“Good morning mistress,” Elena said, not sure what to do.

“Please take a seat.” 

Elena moved toward the desk taking a seat in the same chair she sat in for her interview just over 24 hours ago. So much had happened in that time but weirdly she felt more nervous today than before. Her breath began to quicken.

“What did I say about that?” Mistress Lin said, shaking her head slightly and looking down chuckling to herself.  “My dear if you were in trouble you would know it long before you stepped foot in this office”

At that news Elena sat back in her seat. calming down slightly.

“There, don't worry, I don't have to pull the bullwhip out for you today,” Mistress Lin began to laugh again. Harder this time. “You did very well last night. Maia and Justine assured me of that. I know that was a lot to process and I just wanted to make sure you are doing ok? Did Maia check in with you after you were done for the night?”

“She did Mistress, She has been really helpful getting me transitioned to life here.”

“That sounds like Maia. I like to think I run a tight ship but to be honest It might fall apart without that girl.”

Elena put both hands on her lap adjusting her skirt and making sure her leggings were still being held in their right place.

“Do they fit alright? We can get you some garters to hold them in place if they are giving you trouble.”

“Thank you Mistress, that would be helpful. Maia didn't mention those.”

“I also can't help but notice that you aren't wearing any underwear. Not a problem at all but did Maia tell you that we provide a few pairs for your work duties. I think they match quite nicely.”

Elena thought to herself “That bitch” 

“She did not Mistress. She actually didn't tell me about either of those things.”

“That girl… I know I said I'd sink without her but she can be so mischievous. I may have to extend her sentence. This is no way to act to a new employee. I apologize. I will have some brought to your bunk right away. That being said send Maia to me when you see her. I need to speak with her.” 

“Of course Mistress”

“The real reason I called you in here was to tell you that many of the guests last night enjoyed you. Many were asking me when your first night on the stage would be.”

Elena felt the breath get stuck in her throat. This was a conversation she had been waiting for but thought she may have had more time.

“Shantell, the woman who was in this position before you would have had her regular night in the rotation this Friday night.”

Elena felt the air in her throat toughen as she held her breath.

“I would very much like for you to take that spot. Do you think you are ready?”

Elena let the breath leave her lungs. Beginning to breathe again she looked across the table at the woman who had taken her in, in her time of need. 

“For you Mistress absolutely.”

“Splendid to hear. Please do not think about backing out. I already have a set prepared and to be honest. I may have curated it with you and those who have been admiring you in mind. It simply won't work with anyone else so I need a concrete yes or no.”

“Yes Mistress Elena said”

“Splendid indeed. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are your days off here. Those are our slowest days and usually we only need one server on the floor. Also the rooms don't fill up like they do on a weekend. That being said, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything Mistress” Elena said almost without thinking.

“Tomorrow and Wednesday I need you to spend some time with Priya. She will give you an idea of what to expect. She will run you through the “ropes”” She made air quotes at the use of the pun “and give you an idea of what the set will be. I don't want her sharing all of my secrets. I still want you looking surprised at the guests. That is half of the fun for them after all.”

Elena thought she had just gotten here so a break so early wasn't really necessary. She could pull a couple of extra shifts for this. 

“Yes Mistress, I will talk to Priya tonight.”

“Wonderful, Also tonight is a little different. We only have acts on the main stage Friday-Sunday. Tonight we will have guests who will be wanting private attention from our entertainers but for others it is simply a dinner. Maybe ten people will be here in the dining hall. You will help serve with Tracy and Jackie. Dinner is a little more intensive so no bondage tonight. But there will be a uniform. Now run along to Maia and help her tidy up. Don't forget I want to see her.”

“Yes Mistress” Elena said

With that she got up from her seat and went to leave. As she walked out of the door she took a right towards the guest rooms. She saw the cleaning cart outside of Room 4 and made her way inside. 

“What did Mistress want?” Maia said as Elena entered the room.

“Mainly just checking in.” Elena said “She let me know my first night on the stage is the Friday”

“FRIDAY!” Maia said. “That is our biggest night. That group you saw in there last night was nothing compared to what we see on a Friday night. There will be people in the rafters.”

The thought of that made Elena quiver. It shook her spine.. but strangely also her pussy. She kind of liked the sound of that. Get the pressure out of the way. Rip off the band-aid and see what it's like.

“She also mentioned she wanted to see you. She said right away”

Maia burst into laughter “Oh I know what this is about,” Maia said with a devilish smile. “I already took care of the problem. I left you two packs of work underwear on your bunk. I also brought you a couple of pairs to choose from.”

Maia reached into her apron pocket to pull out a pair of white lace thong panties and a pair of black latex bikini panties. 

“I think I will take the lace for today” Elena said, snatching both from Maia and shoving the latex ones in her apron pocket.

Maia was still laughing under her breath as she started to leave the room “I shouldn't keep Mistress waiting. Finish this room, I should be back soon.”

Elena took a look around the room. It was mostly done but the bed needed to be made and the floor needed to be vacuumed. She stripped the bed and put on new sheets, folding them exactly the way that Maia had told her, military corners at all. As she was just about done vacuuming Maia returned. A smile still across her face.

“Worth it” Maia said. “I do want to say I am sorry. It was a little practical joke and I figured you wouldn't mind seeing as I don't wear panties on the job. You would never notice.”

“Honestly it wasn't a big deal,” Elena said. “I forgive you”

“That's good because Mistress saw fit to add a punishment for my crimes” Maia said this dramatically while leaning back slightly and bringing her palm to her forehead. Almost like a Shakespearean actor. 

“What did she do to you” Elena said

“She cancelled my release this month.” Maia said kicking the ground “I stand by it though. It was funny”

“I agree it was funny. All is forgiven. I could talk to Mistress if you want? That seems pretty harsh. I'm not sure I could handle that”. Elena said

“No, I am a big girl and I can take my licks. No biggie” Maia said, shrugging. “Let's get back to work.”

Elena and Maia then began to finish up the rooms. One by one moving through. Elena noted that this was a pretty normal job aside from the latex. They did find a few used condoms that Maia used tongs to pick up. As they finished and put the cart away, Maia turned to Elena. Would you like some help getting ready for dinner tonight? It's in a few hours but we could grab a bite beforehand. 

“I would like that,” Elena said.

The women made their way downstairs to hop in line for an early dinner. It looked like pasta was on the menu for dinner. Elena scooped up some Spaghetti and Meatballs with garlic bread and some brussel sprouts. Maia picked up a double serving of chicken alfredo before the pair sat down at a table and began to eat. Elena thought this was probably the easiest way to eat pasta. If she got some on her work clothes it would wipe right off. She still took care to eat like a lady just to keep up appearances. 

“Do you know what they have planned for you on Friday?” Maia said, scarfing down forkfulls of pasta.

“Not a clue. I just know I need to meet with Priya tomorrow to get an idea of what to expect.” Elena said

“Priya huh, Yeah she will definately show you the “ropes"” Maia began to laugh at her own joke

Elena rolled her eyes. The joke wasn't funnier the second time she had heard it today no matter who the messenger was.

“You seem to have an idea” Elena said

“I may or may not have an idea. I may or may not have also thrown out some ideas of my own.” Maia put her hand up to her mouth and looked away from Elena mischievously..

“So you know what is up and you aren't going to tell me?”

“Better it comes from Priya,” Maia said.

“Fine then… keep your secrets” 

“Lord of the rings reference! Nice!” Maia nodded her head approvingly. “Well lets finish up and get you dressed”

After they were done eating both of the women took their trays to the conveyor and made their way to the dressing room. 

“Alright I will show you where everything is usually set up.” Maia took Elena to a back room at the far back of the dressing room. She pointed to a clothing rack just as they entered the door. “This rack gets changed out daily. The person who sets these out is pretty good about getting measurements as close as she can. I've never seen her be off in my time here.” A row of garment bags hung in a row. “Your assigned wardrobe will be labeled with your name. You just need to pick it up and put the bag back on the rack and when you are done for the night, put your used clothes in that hamper over there.” She pointed behind Elena at a hamper by the door. “Well let's see what we are working with.” Maia found Elena's bag and handed it to her as both women made their way to a vanity in the dressing room. Elena opened the bag. 

Inside was a leather strapless top that was sure to fit tight and would show off her midriff. Accompanied by the shortest leather skirt Elena had ever seen. 
“Honestly, pretty modest compared to last night,” Maia laughed.

“Yeah I think I will look pretty good in this. A little more like what I am used to. I should be pretty comfortable.”

“You can wear either pair of the panties that I so graciously gave you. Those can be worn under whatever when underwear is part of your uniform.”

“Thanks for that again. I hope it was worth it” Elena said

“Oh trust me.. it was. I laughed myself to sleep”

“I'm so happy for you,” Elena said. Giving Maia a soft smile. 

Maia helped Elena out of her maid uniform and helped her baby powder the latex before hanging it back up. 

Elena slipped into her uniform for the dinner. The top hugged her almost as well as the Latex did. The leather hugged her sides and cupped her breasts perfectly. She didn't know how the person who laid this out for her knew her size but she would have to thank them. Elena pulled the skirt up to her waist. It too fit perfectly. The leather felt nice against her skin. Honestly Elena thought to herself how much fun she was having. It was almost like dress up. The skirt was maybe 10 inches long and frilled out. If she bent over her ass would be totally exposed. Elena thought that the latex panties would match better with this outfit so she also changed into those. They hugged her waist and put a pressure on her pussy that in this moment was indescribable. She had almost two full days of the most erotic time of her life and she was aching for some relief. She would have to masturbate before bed. She just had no idea where she would do that while being respectful to her co-workers. Elena ran a finger on the outside of the latex against her slit. Starting at the top and working her way down. 

“Everything alright?” Maia said.

“I will be honest with you I am so incredibly horny”

“You haven’t done anything about it this whole time you have been here?”

“No I think it would be a little rude to flick my bean in my bunk or run off to the bathroom when anyone could walk in”

“We are all pretty open about that here. No one really does it in the dorm but you could absolutely use one of the rooms upstairs. Honestly Priya would probably help you if you wanted. I don't think she is working tonight, I could ask.”

“I am more than capable of taking care of that myself”

“What about me?”

“What?” Elena said

“I could help you. It wouldn't be a big deal at all.”

Elena thought for a moment. Maia had been there for her this whole time. And it might be a little payback after the underwear fiasco of the last 24 hours. 

“You know what. That sounds nice” Elena blushed 

“It’s settled then. After dinner, meet me in room 2B. No one is scheduled there tonight so it should be private.”

“Sounds good to me. I will meet you there.”

“And wear the leather. I like it on you.”

“Also, could I get a pair of those garters?”

Maia and Elena laughed.

Compared to last night, dinner was uneventful. Elena reported to the dining hall just as guests were starting to arrive. She made her way back to the kitchen where Jackie and Tracy were already waiting. The bar was also in the back and Justine was already mixing drinks. 

“Tonight should be even easier.” Justine said to Elena as she walked in the door.

 “Good to see you again,” Jackie said. “I'm glad you stayed. A lot of people don't stay after a first night like you had”

“At this point nothing can scare me” Elena said shooting Jackie a smile

“I'm happy too.” Tracy said. “You seem nice. I didn't wanna lose you just yet.”

All three girls laughed.

“Yes, haha very funny” A man behind the window cooking a steak said. “I have apps getting cold in the window and Justine has drinks that are getting hot. Let's move ladies, let's move”.

All three servers grabbed a tray. Thankfully not attached to their chests this time. Elena grabbed three appetizer plates and held the tray in her right hand before heading outside. Guests were just starting to sit down and Elena started placing out the appetizers and drinks. Guests thanked her as she did. Elena made a note that Monday night dinner crowds are just that. A dinner crowd. As the night progressed there were only a few guests who would either smack her ass or place a hand on her chest or midriff. It honestly felt weird to Elena compared to the sex fueled night she had the night before. Elena set out steaks, pasta, chicken, and dessert. All night Mistress Lin sat at the head of the table. Greeting guests and making polite conversation. She wore a stunning latex flowing gown in a lovely jade green color. Her hair pulled back in a professional bun. Her makeup was immaculate. Elena made another note that she needed to order makeup. As the night came to a close and guests started to make their way to the entryway for snacks and drinks Elena could feel heat rise in her stomach. It was mixed with nerves. What was she thinking? In maybe 15 minutes she was going to be going upstairs to have sex with what was essentially a stranger. She thought to herself that she liked Maia just fine but this might be a mistake. What if she did something wrong? It would ruin what she had going here. With guests it was one thing. It was literally her job but this might be different. She thought about it for another second. and thought “I need to cum and Maia was kind enough to indulge me. I'm going”

Justine took a look at Elena who stood in the middle of the kitchen contemplating what was to come when she said, “Big plans tonight?” 

Elena broke from her trance and looked at Justine, her face burning with embarrassment. 

“Don't worry about it. Maia told me everything. We are pretty “tight” as you kids say.”

Elena thought to herself that she nor anyone she has ever known has un-ironically used that word. Also this woman wasn't even in her 40's. What an odd thing for her to say. 

“Why don't you run off. I will finish cleaning for you”

“Are you sure? There is still a bit of work.. and won't Mistress get mad?”

“What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Leave the back way and you should be able to get up there without her noticing. Either way the work will get done. Go get em tiger.”

In a split second of selfishness Elena left the work to her co-workers and bolted around the kitchen to which the chef yell back to “not run because it is slippery.”

Both Jackie and Tracy laughed as she ran. 

She ran down one hall and then another making her way the long way around to room 2B when she got there she knocked on the door twice. 

She heard Maia's voice from the other side tell her to come in. 

Elena opened the door.

She arrived as he had instructed; naked save for her overcoat and a pair of high heels, an active vibrator tucked between her legs. The drive had been torturous with the toy teasing her to distraction and she hadn't dared to use the parkway, sticking instead to the quieter side-streets. It had been the safer choice, but it meant that she was ten minutes late sending him her text message announcing her arrival.

She waited in the car for him to appear, the noise of the vibrator seeming louder now with the engine off. She glanced around the quiet street. It was late and no one was walking around. She prayed it would stay that way.

Finally he emerged from his apartment building and headed for her car. She unlocked the door and waited. The driver's side door opened and he loomed over her.

"You're late." His voice was cold and demanding. A shiver ran through her at the accusation in his tone.
"I'm sorry, sir. I-"

"Shut your whore mouth. I don't want to hear you right now."

She sat in obedient silence as he stared down at her. He reached down and flicked open the skirt of her coat, exposing her thighs and pussy to the cool night air. The vibrator protruded obscenely from between her thighs, the buzzing louder than ever without the coat muffling it, and he snatched it from her and shut it off. The toy was soaked in her juices, as were the tops of her thighs and the seat of her coat, and for a moment the car was filled with the musky scent of her arousal. He examined the glistening toy in the light of the streetlamps and then reached down and wiped it across her face, smearing her in her own juices. When it was suitably dry, he casually tucked the vibrator into his pocket and stepped back.

"Get up, whore."

She scrambled to obey, her legs trembling as she got to her feet. She was painfully aroused, both from her frustrating ride and from his signature brand of off-handed cruelty. Nothing could make her feel more filthy and debased as the casual tone with which he degraded her. His was the calm voice of reason, and if that voice told her that she was a filthy, shameless whore, then she felt it must be true.

She stood and faced him, though she dared not meet his cold, unfeeling stare. He reached up and opened the top button of her coat so that it fell open as far as her sternum. Anyone seeing her now would instantly guess that she wore nothing beneath the coat, and with her face smeared with her own arousal she felt unbearably exposed, even on the dark, empty street. Her face burned with shame even as her pussy throbbed with renewed arousal.

"Get inside. Now." His voice was still so calm and reasonable, even as her head spun with the overwhelming humiliation of her situation. Still she turned and obeyed, walking on wobbly legs towards his building. She could feel the slickness between her legs as her thighs rubbed together and wondered at the strange power he had over her. He hadn't even laid a finger on her yet and she was already reduced to a bundle of raw nerves, half-mad with desperate lust.

She arrived at the front door and waited for him to unlock it, then crossed the lobby to the elevator, still in the menacing silence of his disapproval. Once inside the elevator he unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her coat, exposing her naked front, nipples hard as rocks, thighs soaked with her slickness, while she stood, silent, arms limp at her sides, eyes lowered in shame and deference. He didn't need to tell her that she would be walking the long corridor to his door like this, fully exposed, protected from the prying eyes of his neighbors only by her own fervent prayers that none would emerge during those moments.

The elevator ride gave her plenty of time to ponder what lay ahead. How angry was he? How bad would he make it for her? She knew there would be pain, there was always pain, but she had never given him such a good excuse to unleash his sadism. Terrified tears were already streaming down her face by the time the elevator opened and she took her long, shameful walk to his apartment. They reached it without interruption and she breathed a sigh of relief as he opened the door and indicated for her to enter ahead of him.

The instant the door was shut behind her, he spoke again.

"Drop the coat. Now." She instantly obeyed, revealing her naked, trembling body to his cold stare. "Legs spread. Hands behind your head. Do it now."

She assumed the position, arching her back in the way she knew he liked, thrusting her tits out, offering them up to him. She struggled to hold the position, to neither cringe nor shake as he walked a slow circuit around her and finally stood still in front of her.

"Ten minutes. Ten minutes you kept me waiting, slut. Is this acceptable behavior, slut?"

"No, sir." She replied in a quavering voice.

"I should send you away. What good is a filthy little whore who can't even follow orders? I should throw you out on the street just as you are, so everyone can see what a worthless little slut you are."

"No, sir, please don't! Please!" she sobbed. She knew he was right. She was a worthless whore who didn't deserve his time.

"You want to be my good little whore again?"

"Yes, sir, please, please, I want to be your good whore. Please, sir..." she panted desperately.

"You know what you need then, don't you?"

"Yes, sir." she sobbed, miserably, knowing what was coming. He was going to make her say it. She hated saying it, hated it almost as much as it turned her on, made her pussy throb with excitement.

"You need to be punished, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, sir."

"Punishing you seems like a lot of work for me. Seems like it would be a lot easier to just throw you out. I might even let you take your coat, if you begged prettily enough."

The thought of being sent away was unbearable. "No, please, sir, please, please don't throw me out, please!"

"Then you want to be punished?" He did it every time, so easily, trapped her so easily.

"Yes, sir." she replied, her voice small again as the fear set in.

"Then ask me nicely."

Her face burned with shame, even as her knees nearly buckled with arousal. "Please punish me, sir."

"That wasn't very convincing. I don't think you really want to be my whore."

"Please, sir! Please punish me! Please beat me like a whore! Please, I want to be your whore, sir, please, please!" she sobbed out, desperate now for a break in the tension, anything, any touch, be it pleasure or pain, so long as it ended this humiliating interrogation.

"That's better." He said, taking a handful of clothespins from his pocket. She could see they were the heavy wooden pins that delivered a cruel pinch. "Ten pins, whore. One for each minute you kept me waiting."

He reached out with his free hand and started teasing her left nipple, the first time he'd touched her, a maddeningly light brushing of his fingers that nonetheless hardened the nipple into a painfully aroused peak. Just as she was getting lost in the teasing pleasure of his touch, a clothespin snapped shut on the sensitive flesh and she cried out from the sudden, sharp pain. He flicked the protruding pin for several long moments, each painful twist sending a shockwave of arousal to her clit. He repeated the process on the other side and then added the remaining pins arranged around her nipples to maximize the pleasurable pain. When he was done decorating her tits, he continued strumming his fingers across the ends of the pins until she was sobbing, trembling with the effort of maintaining her position, continuing to offer up her tits to his cruelty even as she became lost in the confusing mixture of pain and arousal.

"On your knees, whore."

His words snapped her out of her trance and she dropped like a stone, desperate to please him, even knowing that he would show her no mercy, no matter how she debased herself. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and pressed her face into the front of his jeans, where she could feel the hard evidence of his arousal. Blind with lust, she rubbed her face eagerly into the hard shape of his cock and tried to mouth at it through the fabric.

"Look what you did, whore." He growled at her, his stern calm just barely fractured by the heat of arousal. "All that slutty moaning. You got my cock all hard. How am I supposed to focus on punishing you?"

"Please let me suck it for you, sir!" her mouth watered at the very idea of his slick, hard cock sliding over her tongue, the way he would force it into her throat and make her swallow every drop of his cum. She could practically taste it. "Please, please let me pleasure your cock, sir, please use your whore's mouth, please!" She recited, knowing just how he liked her to beg.

"Tsk, tsk tsk." He admonished her, "You know better than that." He delivered a sharp slap across her face, forcing it away from his cock. "You know you have to suffer for my cock. You have to earn the right to taste it or to have it inside you, don't you, whore?"

"Yes, sir." she replied, miserably, her face burning both with shame and the sharp sting of his hand. She knew the rules, but her mind was already becoming lost in the mix of fear, pain, and lust.

"Do you deserve to taste my cock right now, whore?" He asked as he opened his jeans and held the thick, throbbing member mere inches from her face, taunting her with it.

"No, sir. I don't deserve your cock, sir." she moaned as the scent of his leaking cock made her dizzy with arousal.

"That's right, whore. But i will make use of that mouth, nonetheless. Tilt your head back and open wide."

She obeyed and immediately her mouth was filled as he lowered his balls onto her waiting tongue. She started suckling them eagerly as he stroked his cock right before her eyes, denying her the pleasure of tasting the smooth, silken flesh. She put her all into pleasuring his sack, desperate to please him in any way she could, while she watched his powerful hand glide up and down the gorgeous length of flesh just inches from her face.

She could feel his balls tighten as he approached his peak and she redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking fervently in order to please him.

"Eyes and mouth closed, whore." he ground out, his voice somewhat strained now with his impending orgasm, "Now."

She dragged her mouth reluctantly away from his package and closed her eyes just in time to feel his hot cum splash across her face. Another spurt landed on her upturned tits and another on her straining neck. She listened as his breathing returned to normal. His cum was dripping down her face, the smell of it spiking her lust again.

"Don't you dare taste it, whore." He ordered, seeming to read her mind. "You don't deserve even a drop of my cum. You'll stay there on your knees while I prepare your punishment. You'll keep that mouth closed. If i see that you've tasted, your punishment will be much, much worse. Do you understand, slut?"

She nodded, keeping her mouth obediently closed. He had effectively blinded and gagged her with his spunk, leaving her to struggle to stay still as the viscous fluid dripped in ribbons down her tear-stained face. She heard him leave the room. Left alone now, with no new stimulation, she began to feel the burn in her tits from the relentless pinch of the pins. His cum began to dry on her skin and grow itchy. She readjusted her position, spreading her knees wider, re-locking her fingers behind her neck and arching her back to thrust her tits out further, the way he liked. The stretch pulled at the pins and she whimpered behind her tightly-locked lips at the renewed pain. It would be worth it, though, if he was pleased even for a moment when he returned at her diligence at maintaining her pose. She thought about her situation. He rarely ever came this early in a session. She knew what it meant. He could go a long time before he would need release now. He was going to take his time hurting her tonight.

She heard him return and move to the couch. After several long moments of feeling his eyes on her, scrutinizing her exposed, tormented, vulnerable body, offered up to him like a perverse sacrifice to a profane god, she heard his voice, calm again, cold and cruel.

"Crawl to me, whore."

Without opening her eyes, she lowered her hands to the floor. As gravity brought fresh blood into her tits the pins gave her a renewed wave of burning pain and she moaned, but managed to keep her lips closed. She crawled blindly in the direction of his voice. When her hands encountered the shape of his boots she positioned herself as best she could between them and resumed her pose, displaying herself for his use.

A cold wet towel wiped the cum roughly from her face and she opened her eyes. He still wore his jeans, but had removed his shirt, revealing the menacing muscles that would wield the instruments of her torture. She was overcome for a moment with the desire to run her tongue over all that exposed flesh, to suck on his nipples and nibble on his neck. She knew she would never, ever be allowed to take such liberties and that made the desire that much sharper. She let out a moan of frustration.

"Easy, slut, miles to go yet." He warned. She lowered her eyes again, letting her gaze go unfocused. She knew better than to presume to meet his eyes, and staring at his body was torturous. He held up the thick, black buttplug, the largest one he'd used on her. He knew she hated having anything in her ass and reserved anal play for serious punishments. While her eyes were fixed with terror on the plastic phallus, his free hand snaked behind her, snatched a handful of her hair and tugged her head sharply backward. When she gasped with pain and surprise, he pushed the plug past her parted lips and forced the thick swell of it behind her teeth, gagging her with her mouth obscenely opened.

"I'd get that nice and wet if I were you, whore. You know where it's going." With that he leaned back on the couch. "Over my knee, slut."

She obeyed immediately, crawling over his lap, moaning into the plug as the clips shifted again on her swinging tits. He positioned her carefully, with the swell of her pussy stationed in the gap between his legs, so that she had nothing to rub her aching clit against. She was grateful when he allowed her to support herself on her elbows, though she still had to arch her back painfully in order to avoid crushing her decorated tits into the cushions of the couch. She felt his hands on her ass immediately, squeezing the cheeks possessively and spreading them wide to expose her most vulnerable hole.

"So here's what I've decided, slut." He said, his voice perfectly casual again, matching his nonchalant exploration of her body, her most secret places. "I've decided this ass needs a good hard paddling." She moaned into the plug again. His paddle was a thick, heavy, leather beast of a thing that was big enough to cover her whole cheek in a single blow, and his well-muscled arms could deliver the instrument with incredible force.

"And since you kept me waiting ten minutes, that is how long your paddling will be. You're going to feel every second of that ten minutes so that you can appreciate what a long time that is to keep your Master waiting. But first, your ass needs to be warmed and this hole," he slipped a lubed finger into her asshole, while she gasped at the sudden intrusion, "needs to be filled. So I'm going to spank you until you loosen up enough to take the plug. Understood?"

She was sobbing openly now, the plug only barely muffling her terrified keening. Ten minutes straight with the paddle? The paddle could make her scream with only a few blows, and she knew he had the stamina to make every second of it count. The fact that her ass would already plugged and spanked had her literally trembling with fear. His thick finger, already so uncomfortable for her, fucked in and out of her ass before withdrawing to leave her shuddering with anticipation.

His hand landed with a resounding SMACK fully across her right buttock and he immediately established a brutal rhythm, covering her entire bottom and upper thighs with heavy blows. He was relentless, finding every inch of skin, every angle, every curve and punishing it thoroughly. Just as her skin was beginning to burn with pain, as the rhythm became something predictable and therefore somewhat bearable, he stopped just as suddenly as he'd begun and for a few long moments the room was filled only with the sound of her gasping sobs, which had until then been drowned out by the sound of his palm against her vulnerable flesh.

She was trying to catch her breath, desperately struggling to suck in air around the intrusive plastic, when, this time, two fingers forced themselves past the tight ring of muscle that protected he rear passage. She screamed anew as the invading digits stretched and fucked her hole. He was merciless, forcing her to take his fingers, no matter how she sobbed and struggled beneath him. Just as she'd begun to relax and accept the intrusion, he withdrew his fingers and the spanking began again, his hand raining down on her tenderized flesh.
It went on and on. Three and then four fingers eventually worked their way into her ass, each proceeded by a long volley of heavy smacks, Finally, he pulled the plug from her mouth and positioned it at her stretched-out hole, ready to push in. Without the plug to gag her, she found herself moaning openly, lost in the pain, the humiliation, the burning need between her legs that was only growing with each strike, each invasion, each moment of the burning pain in her tits and thighs. It wasn't until he yanked her head back by the hair, arching her back painfully in his lap, that she snapped out of her trance and tried to focus on his voice.

"I want you to listen carefully, slut. I want you to remember something: You begged for this. You could have walked away. I gave you every chance. Hell, I haven't even tied you. You could have gotten up and walked away at any moment. Instead, you laid there and begged me to hurt you. You begged for this," he twisted the plug in her entrance, emphasizing his point, "and before you leave here, you'll beg me for more. Because this is what you are. You need to be treated like this because you know what you are. What are you?"

She could barely breathe, much less think, her mind was awash in sensation, but this was a dialogue she knew by rote. She remembered for a brief moment the day he had beaten it into her, the way the whip had landed again and again and again as she repeated the words, the way the pain had burned them into her memory.

"I'm your whore, sir."

"And what are whores for?"

She trembled a bit, her voice quavering with fear as she finished her answer. "Whores are for beating and fucking, sir."

Just as she finished speaking he shoved the plug fully home, and she cried out at the burning stretch of it. He released her hair and, caught off-guard, she landed heavily on her well-pinned tits, unleashing a fresh wave of stinging agony from her nipples, which shot straight to her cunt in the form of throbbing, desperate need. She was scrambling to pull herself back up onto her elbows when she noticed a large, athletic stopwatch had been placed before her on the couch, just starting to tick forward. She had only a moment to be puzzled before the paddle landed firmly on her ass, just below where the plug was protruding. She screamed out in pain and then remembered his words about her punishment. Ten minutes.

I walk out of the theatre excited and ready to keep exploring. I find a stand holding maps and decide to stop and see what areas they have layed out. The front shows solo masturbation stations, the pocket pussies , benches with built in dildos, the sybian theatre and a few others. Further into the middle looks like joint play areas , so that seems like a good place to check out next.

I walk by a table seemingly normal for Vegas , minus everyone being naked. They're playing a game or dice, except when you roll you have to do what the dice says. I watch a man roll it and it says lick the closest pussy to you. And the women to his left smiles and looks excited as she realizes it's her. She climbs on the table gracefully and spreads her legs , he bends over and slowly gives her a long lick from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. Her darker skin contrasts with the light pink button and I notice I'm squeezing my thighs together.

I keep walking and decide to hit up one of the side bars , they're serving a mix of different cocktails , local beers on tap and have simple snack food to purchase. A vending machine catches my eye and it makes me laugh. A full fledge Gooner stocked this. The top shelf compartments have energy drinks , followed by condoms and lube. Honey packets and rhino pills, little blue Levitra tabs , letting men stay hard all day and night. Butt plugs of different sizes and cock rings. At the very bottom, a G-string with a little bullet vibe attached.

I buy a red bull and a honey packet , hoping to keep my energy up and my pussy wet. This place is amazing , and I need to get my fantasies fulfilled now before they jack up the price and this becomes another luxury I can't afford.

I wander through the open areas, passing by other guests. Men eye my breasts and their stares make me feel hot and tingly. Lots of naked horny men all around should maybe be alarming , but all I can feel is excited and charged like I've never been before. I come up to a room with a closed door and guard standing outside , that's different. I read a big sign , " FREE USE AREA " . The guard in front is dressed in all black , and is kind of scary looking. As I approach he starts explaining the room in a stern, matter of fact tone.

Upon entry of the free use room the user must understand the rules and risk. Once inside consent is implied for all guests. If at any time you want all activity to cease use the safe word " Pumpkin " and all members should immediately stop all activity. A guard inside will come find you and escort you back here. If you hear anyone use the safe word you must stop and give the guest space. We encourage you to enjoy and fully immerse yourself in the experience. All along the left side there are drinks and toys available for sign out that must be brought back and cannot leave the free use area. Take a moment to decide.

Implied consent for all users... Is this an orgy room? For the first time since the locker room I feel anxiety fill my stomach. Maybe this is more than I can handle... But the idea of people openly edging, licking and fucking eachother is something I've fantasized about countless times. Wishing it was acceptable to fuck strangers out in public or edge with your best friends. Fuck it. I'll only be able to come here once on a student budget, I'll try it out and can always safe word and leave if it's too weird.

" I would like to enter , please." With a smirk , he now eyes me up and down and I see his eyes start to grow hungry. "Immerse yourself and enjoy the free use foyer. "

He opens the large black door , as soon as I walk through its immediately shuts behind me , I play with my long dark hair as I try to calm my nerves , and slowly take in the space in front of me. Like he said there's a bar along the side with old fashioned red cushion bar stools. The middle has a sunken in California style pit. It's full of cushions , blankets and has a few people hanging out smoking. There's a haze in the air and low soft yellow lighting.

I feel a hand gently grab my ass , I turn quickly to see a handsome older gentleman. He has salt and pepper hair and strong masculine features. Good looking , much older than I'd usually go for. He must be in his late 40s early 50s. He continues to cup my ass , gently massaging the tissue, and then with his other hand goes to cup my breast. " uhh , hi ." I hate the way my voice cracks , clearly nervous." Hello there sexy." He continues to caress me completely relaxed , he oozes control and calm. I'm still reeling from a stranger grabbing my ass and boobs like it's a completely normal activity , a man old enough to be my father no doubt. His hand cupping my ass starts to move toward my pussy , lightly stroking the outside , he lifts his hand and admires the wetness and gives me a million dollar smile. " Come sit with me " is all he says and he starts to walk away heading towards the center of the room.

I stare for a moment , watching him walk away. I could leave now , but my horniness overrides my anxiety and I follow. He's laying back on the cushions, cock semi hard. There's a few other people in the pit , a couple making out and pawing at eachother while an old man watches and slowly strokes himself. A few others all smoking a joint and while they chat. The joint gets passed over this way and handed to me , I look at the man who brought me over here and he smiles and nods at me giving me the approval I need to go ahead and take a puff or two , hopefully this helps relax me. I pass it over to him and he takes a puff and continues the chain. " What's your name?" I ask him , trying to be normal. " That doesn't matter here love , why don't you come lay on my lap. I'm sure it's already been a long day here for you." Lying down in the comfy cushions does sound nice , so I get closer to him and lay my head on his lap where his hand had patted and find my face directly in view of his now hardening cock. If I stook my tongue out I could taste it. He starts to play with my hair and tells me how good I am listening to him. How pretty I am , and I start to feel relaxed as the weed hits and I snuggle in a little closer. " Why don't you give me a few kisses baby" and I know he means on his cock. It really is good looking , and it's right there next to my lips... I lean into him and start kissing his hard dick. It feels so good to lay here and listen to his soft moans start while he plays with my hair , I begin to take him into my mouth slowly sucking and licking the tip. He lets me do as I please and I take my time exploring him inch by inch , licking and kissing the tip.

A few minutes go by with me layed out head in his lap when I feel fingers start to explore my pussy. Mhmm I guess he couldn't resist my wet slit. I spread my legs a little wider and his hand in my hair starts to push my head down, getting excited wanting me to take more of him into my soft warm mouth. I gag and start working harder sucking him faster with passion. The fingers start fucking my pussy and it feels so good. I moan on his cock , his hand still holding my head in place making sure I'm taking most of his cock deep down my throat. When all of a sudden the fingers stop and get replaced with something bigger , a thick cock begins to thrust into my pussy. I immediately try to shoot my head up to see who's using me but his hand holds me in place , using force to keep his cock in my mouth. I try to protest but I can't get anything out with a mouth full of dick and now whoever's between my legs is fully fucking my pussy and his weight is now also holding me in place.

I try to breathe through my nose , trying not to panic. His thick dick does feel good , and I was having fun sucking this cock... So I try to relax and let it flow. He fucks me at a steady pace, fuck his cock is so thick. The handsome silver fox sees me relaxing into it and starts praising me. Telling me I'm such a good girl , such a needy slut for cock. How I swallow his dick so good, how lucky he is to have such a pretty young thing in his lap. His praise makes my pussy gush and a part of me wants this to be the best blow job of his life. I'm sucking him like my life depends on it. Taking him all the way down to the base gagging on his cock and then coming back up to suck on the tip and I keep repeating. I try to stick my tongue out while I suck him to lick his balls but his cock is too big. The man fucking my pussy stops , must've have cum. Fuck did he cum in me? The idea of having a strangers cum inside my pussy makes me groan, fuck I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life. I never even saw his face , before I can think about it too much another dick takes it place fucking my soaking wet pussy. This dick is longer and skinnier then the last. He fucks me faster , in a way that's clear he's using me to cum. Silver fox keeps moaning and calling me a sexy slut. I keep sucking and licking his cock , his lap is full of drool and spit now. Just as I start to feel light headed from the lack of air he grabs my hair hard, he pushes my face as far as it could go onto his cock and holds me there while I struggle and try to push him off. He cums so deep in my throat I don't have a choice but to swallow his load.

After he cums he slowly releases my head. Luckily the guy fucking me either finishes or gets the hint and stops as well. By the time I lift my head up to see what's going on he's already gone. Silver fox helps me sit up and offers me some tissues , I wipe my face of the cum and saliva mixture and try to catch my breathe.

Silver fox tells me again how amazing I am , that his cock has never felt so good. He gives me a kiss on the cheek and slowly gets up and heads towards the bar. I sit up against the cushions and look around trying to figure out who was fucking me , nobody makes eye contact. Maybe it's better not to know , I try to embrace being the rooms free use slut and I reach down to touch my clit , I'm soaked and full of cum. Fuck I love it here.

Bonus scene Male POV

This hot college chick starts licking and kissing my cock , fuck she's cute. Her little tongue laps at the head and she stares at it in awe as she lays in my lap. I notice the old man jacking off across from us has turned his attention away from the two making out and towards us. A man of his age deserves some young tight pussy. I give him a look and nod my head in our direction, signalling him to come our way. His eyes light up and he looks around making sure I'm talking about him. She seems comfortable enough now , I start to push her head down onto my cock to make sure all she's seeing is my dick and he comes and sits beside us on her side. I watch him start to touch her pussy and feel her immediately moan onto my cock. What a fucking slut. Mhmm he must be making her feel good because her throats opening up more and her moans are vibrating on my cock and it feels fucking amazing. I watch him grow confidence as he gets ready to put his dick inside her tight pussy. He has to force the first thrust with his thick cock but he gets it in. She jostles in my lap but I have her under control, with just one hand I hold her in place and thrust my hips into her mouth to keep her focus on what's important. Between watching her suck my dick and her pussy getting stretched open I have the best seat in the house. After Grandpa's done with her he has a smile of a man who could die happy. And immediately a tall nerdy looking guy swoops in , I don't blame him for not wanting to miss out on this hot piece of ass. She easily takes his dick being warmed up and doesn't even flinch at the new cock. What a perfect slut. God this generation is so easy, corrupted by porn and pervy old men. What a time to be alive. My balls tighten and I grab her hard and cum deep down her throat. Hot ropes shoot from my cock and I cum like I haven't in weeks. I'll definitely be jerking off to this memory for some time to come.

Carla made it three steps before BIGFOOT clamped his beefy hand across her mouth and launched her back onto her bed. In that instance she knew she was next.

In the past six months a dozen women had been attacked in their homes. Each one tightly bound and brutally raped. Their ordeals lasted several hours some times even entire weekends. Each attack occurred after dark. The assailant crept through unlocked windows dressed in military fatigues, at least that was the working theory anyway. None of the victims could positively describe his face or any distinguishing physical features other than his enormous height and overwhelming strength. After the third attack the media started calling him BIGFOOT. While the nickname was certainly salacious, it wasn't inaccurate, as Carla could now testify to.

He growled in her ear as he wrenched her left arm behind her back. He trapped her wristed against her shoulder blade. The pain was searing and it quickly caused her to stop wiggling against him. His knee pressed against her tailbone as he worked her other arm behind her. She could feel a hard band encircling her wrists and then the sound of it ratcheting them together. She cried out but her face was jammed into her pillows effectively muting her screams.

The victims all described similar restraints followed by the cutting off of their nightwear with a knife of some considerable size and weight. it felt like deja vu to Carla as her top and panties were easily sliced away. She had done quite a bit of reporting on these crimes and even appearing on national television as word of the awful crimes spread nationally. Each of the victim's plights fresh in her mind now. No longer was she an authority on the crimes, or the dogged journalist slowly piecing together his identity. She was now simply victim number thirteen and BIGFOOT made her acutely aware of it. Carla started to scream again but he yanked back her blonde ponytail and crammed the remains of her panties into her mouth. She instantly tasted her fear on her tongue, but before she could spit them back out, layer upon layer of sticky duct tape was wrapped around her face. Her messy bun of matted hair was tangled and sealed against her face and neck. She could hear him whispering in her ear as he finished his work. "I saw you on TV bitch. You think you are some fancy reporter? No fucking way. you're just a haughty cunt with big tits that needs to learn her place."

Carla screamed into her massive gag but it was no use, she was indeed just another victim, completely at his mercy, if he had any that is. Her scream barely left the bed, his gag was both effectual and humiliating at the same time. BIGFOOT balled up her panties and worked them deep inside her cunt. He let the cat out of the bag telling her the panties in her mouth were from some stuck up bitch weeks ago. They had spent a great deal of time soaking up juice in her twat too. "Paying it forward bitch, paying it forward. I'll make sure the next bitch that's sucking on your panties knows they were yours. You're nothing but a hoity toity cunt brought down to size." His words filled her with shame and they both knew it. BIGFOOT finally stepped off of his prey and pulled out another set of cable ties. He gathered her ankles together and locked them tight. "I'm going to fuck your ass know and I want your entrance as small as possible. He stood in front of her and lowered his fatigue bottoms, his cock sprung out stiff as a board, the shaft conservatively eight inches in length. He slapped her face with it showing her exactly how mammoth it was. "Later I'll let you lick my sack after you clean my cock with your tongue. A sort of thank you for what's about to happen." Carla shook in her bonds, her wrists numb and worthless. The ties on her feet dug into her ankle bones painfully. BIGFOOT repositioned her pillows forcing her ass in the air. With her legs tied together it was going to be extremely unpleasant working his cock into her shit hole. He squirted some cold lube into her ass and positioned his cock at her entrance. He pressed forward until the head of his cock disappeared. She already was pleading into her gag from the pain. Slowly, methodically he worked his shaft deeper and deeper.

The lube started to provide just enough slickness for him to fully rape her virgin ass. He started building up speed, his cock fully emerging, then disappearing again. Faster and faster he plunderer her rapidly dilating hole. The pain was agonizing for him and excruciating for her. A trade off he gladly accepted. The only thing more remarkable than his girth was his stamina, a point of pride he taunted Carla with. Whether or not she comprehended his words was a different matter. Her eyes had long since rolled back into her head, only her pathetic groans let him know she was still conscious.

It took thirty long painful minutes to finally build up his load. BIGFOOT grabbed her and yanked her head back as he plowed his entire thick load inside her. Sticky cum slowly spilled out with every thrust. Bits of ass, lube and cum leaked everywhere. BIGFOOT collapsed on top of her spent. He could see her ass pulsing as it tried to regain its original virgin form.

He pulled out her creamy panties and wiped off his cock and balls. The next slut will not be ready for the stench when he fills her mouth with them. The thought warmed his heart and started to rejuvenate his giant bloodthirsty cock. "Hey cunt, ready for round two?" He laughed and began to unwind the duct tape around her face. He started to imagine his cock tickling the back of her throat. Soon enough he said. Soon enough.

Author’s Note:

Hi everyone, I'm back to writing and posting on the subreddit after a very long time. Since the last time I guess a lot has changed in me and I have turned into a very different individual in terms of my kinks. I think I have reached this level where I am the only person who can satisfy myself. Thus I had no other idea than to write a story myself and share it with the ones who share similar thoughts with me.

Also, not any BDSM in this one but stay tuned for the next chapters. I am sure its going to be fun, brutal and dark. Till then enjoy the setup…

Disclaimer:

This is a completely fictional story and over the course of time as you read, you might feel it is getting insanely violent and graphic. If you ever feel like backing off, please do that. If you feel that this isn't for you, then please stop reading right there because I think it's not for the faint-hearted.

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Rihanna was halfway through the chorus when I felt my right hand begin to slip.

Not enough for anyone to notice. Just a small shift of skin against polished steel, a warning from my palm that the sweat was getting ahead of my grip. I tightened my fingers, pressed my thighs together around the pole, and held my body still until the beat caught up with me.

From the floor, it probably looked easy.

That was the trick of it. You made something difficult look like something you could do without thinking.

I was wearing a black corset-style bodysuit, fitted closely around my waist, with glossy detailing that caught the light whenever I turned. The neckline curved around my chest, and the structured fabric held its shape even when I bent backwards or twisted around the pole. Black thigh-high stockings covered my legs, disappearing beneath the edge of the outfit, and my platform heels added several inches to my height. Their glossy finish reflected flashes of violet and red whenever I moved through the lights.

The outfit looked better than it felt. The corset pressed against my ribs whenever I bent too far, and the seams rubbed against my skin in places I knew would be sore by the end of the night. The stockings were tight around my thighs, and the platforms made my feet ache long before my shift was over. When I stood still, I could feel everything at once: the pressure around my waist, the sweat trapped beneath the fabric, the weight of the shoes pulling at my ankles.

But I had to wear it. It was part of the job, just like the dancing, the music, and the smile I put on whenever somebody looked my way.

Somewhere along the way, I'd stopped thinking of it as an outfit I changed into and started thinking of it as something I became. I knew exactly how the corset would pull when I leaned back, where the stockings would crease when I lowered myself to the floor, and how carefully I had to place my feet in the heels. I could feel the clothes shifting with every movement without needing to look down. Even the discomfort had become familiar, predictable enough to work around.

It had become a second skin. Not a comfortable one, exactly, but one I knew how to move in.

My hair fell over my shoulders, sometimes catching against the straps of the outfit. The lights made it look different from one second to the next: almost silver beneath the violet beams, warmer and more golden when the red lights swept across it. I had enough makeup on that my eyes stood out from across the room, with glitter catching around my eyelids whenever I turned towards the lights.

The club was crowded enough that the air had become thick with perfume, spilled liquor, sweat, and the sweet, burnt smell drifting from the smoking area whenever someone opened the back door. Purple lights swept over the tables, and red strips along the walls gave the room a permanent, feverish glow. Ice rattled in glasses. Someone near the bar was laughing so loudly that he drowned out the music for half a second.

The stage sat in the middle of a curved arrangement of seats, with the customers close enough that I could make out their expressions when the lights moved in the right direction. A strip of violet LEDs traced the edge of the platform, throwing colour across the floor and the lower half of the pole. The polished metal caught fragments of the room: a red light, a passing silhouette, the pale flash of a phone screen. Beyond the seats, the bar glowed behind rows of bottles and illuminated refrigerators. Small candles burned on a few of the tables, their flames almost invisible whenever the lights brightened. Mirrors along the walls doubled the movement of the dancers and made the room seem larger than it was.

The place was never truly dark. It only pretended to be. There was always a screen glowing somewhere, a glass catching the light, a bartender moving behind the counter, or a security guard standing near the entrance with his arms folded.

And then there was the money.

Notes lay scattered across the stage, some folded into small rectangles, others lying flat where they'd landed. A few had been kicked close to the pole, while others sat near the edge of the platform, dangerously close to the customers' drinks. The notes were part of the room as much as the lights and the music. Nobody paid much attention to them once they hit the floor. There was always another song, another dancer, another handful of cash.

I knew better than to reach for them in the middle of a movement. A misplaced step in those heels could ruin the entire performance. I would collect them when I had a moment.

That was when I noticed the tourist.

He was sitting at the end of the front row, between a man in a football jersey and a woman who looked bored enough to be waiting for a bus. Mid-thirties, perhaps. Dark hair cut short at the sides, a broad nose, a little redness across his cheeks. He wore a pale blue shirt with the top three buttons undone, jeans, and a watch that looked expensive from a distance but turned out to have a scratched face when the lights caught it. His beer was almost empty. His two companions sat on either side of him, occasionally leaning in to talk over the music.

He didn't look rich. He looked like a man who'd booked a cheap hotel, bought a few drinks, and decided that being on holiday meant nobody could tell him what to do.

I couldn't place his accent from the few words I'd heard him shout. Russian, maybe. Ukrainian. Serbian, possibly. Something from that part of Europe, though I knew perfectly well that a face and a few unfamiliar sounds weren't enough to tell me where somebody came from.

He was watching me with his head tipped back and his mouth slightly open.

That wasn't unusual.

The phone was.

He held it up, not even bothering to hide what he was doing. The camera followed me as I circled the pole, the little red recording light reflecting off his glasses. I looked straight at him and shook my head once.

He grinned.

I kept moving. My left hand slid higher, and I pulled myself up until my feet left the stage. For a second, my entire weight hung from my arms. The muscles beneath my shoulders tightened like ropes. I hooked one knee around the pole and leaned back, controlling the descent with my grip while my free leg extended into the light.

The crowd cheered.

My right palm was burning now. I could feel the dampness gathering at the base of my fingers, and I knew I had one more climb in me before I'd have to wipe my hands. I landed on the balls of my feet, bent my knees to absorb the impact, and turned towards the front row.

His phone was still up.

I pointed at it, then at the floor.

He laughed and said something to the man beside him. His friend glanced at me, looked uncertain, then turned back to him.

I finished the sequence, but my attention had split in two. One part of me counted the beats, measured the distance between my hand and the pole, calculated how much momentum I needed for the next turn. The other watched the tourist.

He shouted something I couldn't hear over the music. When I came close to the edge of the stage, he leaned forward and reached for my ankle.

I pulled my leg away before his fingers made contact.

His smile vanished for a moment. Then he shrugged, as if I'd spoiled a joke, and lifted his beer towards me in a little toast.

I gave him the professional smile again. The one that said I hadn't noticed. The one that kept the room comfortable and the tips coming.

He took it as encouragement.

The song carried me into the next part of the routine. I lowered myself towards the stage, keeping one hand on the pole as I bent my knees and let my weight settle close to the floor. The movement looked slower than it felt. My heels had to stay planted at the right angle, and I had to keep my balance while lowering myself without dropping abruptly onto my knees.

I turned towards the pole and slid one hand higher, extending the other arm as I eased into a floor split beside it. My legs stretched out along the stage, one foot angled slightly outward, the platform heel catching a sharp line of violet light. The stage felt cool beneath my thighs compared with the heat of the room. I held the position for a moment, keeping my grip steady while the music moved around me.

From where I sat, the audience seemed closer. I could see the shine on the tables, the abandoned glasses, the little pools of candlelight. The scattered notes were more visible from down there, lying around the base of the pole and across the dark stage. Someone had left a drink close enough that I could smell the liquor when I turned my head.

I drew my legs back in, using the pole to help me rise. My stockings had shifted slightly at the knees, and I felt the fabric settle as I straightened. I let the movement carry me forward, bending at the waist while one hand stayed wrapped around the pole. My hair fell towards the floor. I shifted my hips back to keep my balance, then slowly lifted my head and looked out at the room.

It was a pose that depended on control more than it appeared to. My supporting hand kept me steady, my feet had to remain planted beneath the platforms, and my back had to move smoothly instead of collapsing into the bend. I could feel the strain in my thighs as I held it, but from the audience's side of the stage, the movement was simply another part of the song.

I straightened again, turning my shoulder towards the front row. As the beat changed, I lowered into a squat beside the pole, knees bent and heels firmly placed. One hand stayed on the steel while the other arm rose above my head, wrist relaxed, fingers curved. I held the position for a couple of beats and looked directly towards the audience.

The tourist was still watching.

The final chorus began. I wiped my palm quickly against my thigh, took hold of the pole, and pulled myself into one last climb. My shoulder complained immediately. I ignored it, hooked my legs around the steel, and let my body tilt backwards until the room turned upside down. For a few seconds, the lights became blurred streaks of purple and red. The crowd below me was a collection of faces and raised glasses.

I held the position for two beats longer than I should have.

My grip started to give.

I brought myself upright, slid down the pole, and landed with my knees bent. The impact travelled up my legs. I straightened, turned towards the audience, and smiled through the ache in my hands while the applause rose around me.

The tourist raised his glass.

I looked at him, then at the security guard standing beside the entrance.

When the song ended and the next dancer was preparing to take over, I finally had a moment to collect the notes scattered around the stage. I bent to pick them up, careful not to lose my balance in the platforms, and gathered the ones near the pole first. A few had slipped close to the edge. I reached for those last, keeping one hand against the pole for support.

I folded the notes together and tucked them into the top of my stocking, where they would stay secure until I could put them away properly. It was a familiar little movement, practical as tying a shoelace. Then I checked the stage for anything I'd missed, straightened, and stepped off to make room for the next dancer.

By the time I reached the dressing room, my palms were red, my thighs were beginning to ache, and I was still annoyed enough to forget about the tips I'd made during the set. I grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from my neck, and found my manager in his office at the back of the club.

He was sitting behind his desk, checking the night's receipts.

"There's a guy in the front row recording the dancers," I told him. "Blue shirt. Dark hair. He's been doing it all night, and he tried to grab my ankle."

My manager put down his pen. "Did security see it?"

"They saw him bothering the waitress. I don't know if they saw the rest."

"Come. Show me."

We found the security guard near the entrance. I pointed out the tourist, who was leaning across the table, talking loudly to his two companions. His phone was still in his hand.

My manager walked over with the guard beside him.

"Sir, you cannot record the dancers. You have to delete these videos."

The tourist looked up, frowning. "What videos? I do nothing."

"You've been recording the women on stage," my manager said. "And you've been touching them without permission."

"No, no. I only make video. I am tourist. I come here, I enjoy, yes? Dis is normal."

His friend, a stocky man in a grey T-shirt, stood up. "What is problem? Ve pay for drinks. Ve make no trouble."

I stepped forward. "He tried to grab my ankle. And he's been filming us after being told to stop."

The friend turned towards him. "Ty trogal eyo? (You touched her?)"

The tourist threw his hands up. "No! I only—she is dancing, I am watching. What is wrong vith watching?"

"Watching is fine," I said. "Putting your hands on me isn't."

The second friend, who had barely spoken until then, looked from me to the security guard. "You make problem for what? Ve just sit dere."

My manager didn't raise his voice. "Your friend has been warned. He's ignored our staff, bothered the waitress, and recorded the dancers. All three of you are leaving."

"All three?" the man in grey repeated. "Why me? I did nothing."

"Because you're leaving with him," my manager replied. "You can walk out together, or security can help you."

For a moment, neither friend moved. The tourist began speaking quickly, turning towards one and then the other, as if he expected them to back him up.

"On mne nichego ne govoril! Nikto ne govoril, chto nelzya snimat video. Ona tantsuet, lyudi smotryat. Pochemu ona ustraivaet problemy? (He said nothing to me! Nobody said no video. She is dancing, people watch. Why is she making this problem?)"

The man in grey frowned. "Ty skazal nam, chto sdelaesh tolko odno foto. (You told us you took only one picture.)"

"Potomu chto eto pustyak! (Because is nothing!)"

"Togda pochemu ty ne ostanovilsya, kogda tebe skazali? (Then why didn't you stop when they told you?)"

The tourist stared at him, offended that his own friend had asked the question.

The quieter friend looked at me. "He touched you? Really?"

"He reached for my ankle. And he was recording me the whole time."

His expression changed. He turned back to the tourist. "Ty pravda eto sdelal? (You did this?)"

The tourist started talking again, louder now, his words running together. He pointed towards the stage, then at me, insisting that he had paid to be there and that nobody had warned him properly. His friends listened for a few seconds, but neither looked convinced.

"Khvatit, (Enough)," the quieter one said. "Poshli. My ukhodim. (Come on. We go.)"

"Vy im verite? (You believe them?)" the tourist demanded. "Ty zhe moy drug! (You are my friend!)"

"Da, i ya govoryu tebe idti. Ty delaesh tolko khuzhe. (Yes, and I am telling you to come. You are making this worse.)"

The man in grey rubbed his forehead. "Pochemu ty vsegda tak delaesh? V kazhdom meste odno i to zhe. Prosto uydi seychas. (Why do you always do this? Every place, same thing. Just leave now.)"

That seemed to anger the tourist more than anything we'd said. He shoved his chair back so hard that it scraped across the floor.

My manager held out his hand towards the phone.

"First, the videos."

The tourist pulled it closer to his chest. "No. Dis is my phone."

"Then we call the police," my manager said. "You can explain to them why you were recording the dancers after being told not to."

The mention of the police changed the mood at the table. The friend in grey let out a long breath.

"Udali, (Delete it)," he told the tourist. "Davay. Udali, i my uydom. (Come on. Delete and we go.)"

The tourist looked furious. His jaw tightened, and he started speaking rapidly in Russian, but his friends let him finish without answering.

Eventually, he unlocked his phone.

Under the manager's supervision, he opened his gallery and deleted the videos he'd taken inside the club. He hesitated over one, arguing that it was nothing, then deleted that too when the guard told him to keep going. The manager asked him to check the recently deleted folder as well. The tourist swore, tapped through the menus, and cleared the remaining recordings.

"Dere," he snapped, thrusting the phone into his pocket. "Happy now?"

"No," my manager said. "You're still leaving."

The tourist shoved his chair back again and pointed a finger at me.

"You make big problem for nothing. You think you are—"

"Khvatit, (Enough)," his friend interrupted, catching him by the arm. "Poshli. My ukhodim. (Come. We go.)"

"Don't touch me!"

"Then walk yourself," the friend snapped in English. "But ve leave."

The tourist looked between the three of us, searching for someone who might take his side. Nobody did. His friends collected their belongings and moved towards the exit, one on either side of him, talking to him in low, impatient voices in Russian. He kept arguing as they guided him through the doorway, his face red with anger.

At the entrance, he turned around one last time and shouted something final in their own language before his friend in grey took him by the shoulder and steered him outside.

The door shut behind them.

Security returned to their posts, and the club carried on as if nothing had happened. The music was already building towards the next set. Someone at the bar called for another round. A waitress collected the abandoned glasses from the table.

She passed me on her way back to the bar. "You all right?"

"Yeah," I said, rubbing the tender spot in my palm. "Just tired."

She nodded and went back to work.

I returned to the dressing room, sat down in front of the mirror, and began taking the glitter off my eyelids.

 

“Come.” Mistress picked up the leash and led Mess back to the centre of the room in front of where Sir was sitting. “Stay.”

Mess let out a moan of relief when the rope at her back was loosened.
“Present.”
Mess shifted around and then awkwardly sank onto her knees, sitting up. “Hands behind your back.”
Mistress retied the rope so that it went from her hair to her wrists to the anal hook. She had slightly more freedom and less freedom all at the same time. Mistress stepped in front of Mess and tapped her sex with the toe of her high-heeled shoe. The spreader bar made it impossible to close her legs to the assault.

Mistress’ taps turned into kicks to Mess’ pussy. Mess jerked and jumped. Yelped and cried out. The pain of the kicks started to morph into stimulation. Mess surprised herself when she moaned and a wave of arousal flooded her core. She was going to cum. She moaned again and then Mistress stopped.

“Down!” She pointed to the floor “on your back.”
Mess had to shift into her hip. Her thighs being kept. Apart. She fell onto her side and her arm and then awkwardly rolled onto her back.
Mistress settled down next to Mess and leaned over her. Dropping her face and mouth to Mess’. She kissed her. Made out with her. Mistress’ hands rubbed over Mess, she toyed and tormented her breasts while they kissed, swapping spit.

Mistress slid down her lips captured Mess’ throat and sucked. Hard. Biting. Leaving a mark. Mess groaned. Arching off the floor. She wished she could use her hands. That she could touch Mistress or herself. She could feel herself growing wrong, her pussy opening and closing right there for Sir to see how desperate and needy she was. When Mistress closed her mouth around Mess’ areola and nipple and sucked Mess moaned. a guttural cry of pure need being torn from her throat. Mistress worshipped her breasts. Using her hand to work one while her mouth and tongue worked the other.

“Oh goooodddd!” Mess cried “please, please.” Mess would do just about anything for some attention between her legs. Between Sir edging her all day and now this. “Mistress please.” Mistress bit down on Mess’ nipple and Mess cried out. Her ass lifted off the floor as she humped at the air begging to be fucked.

Mistress let go of her nipple with a pop. She looked down watching herself as she kneaded and tormented Mess’ breasts in the most delicious way. She reached out and Mess heard the soft sound of metal. She watched through a haze of arousal as Mistress used one hand to pull her nipple and the other one opened the clamp and closed it over Mess’ over-sensitized bud. She screamed. If there had been the slightest touch on her pussy right then she would have exploded. Mistress repeated the process to the other one. She gave the chain running between the two clamps a tug and Mess’ back arched off the floor at the heated sting and she cried out. Begging for more.

Mistress moved down and sat next to Mess’ right hip not wanting to block Sir’s view. Mess heard a vibrator click on and Mistress caught Mess’ eye “You do not cum without permission cunt or you will not enjoy anything else that happens tonight, I promise you.”

Mess swallowed hard and nodded. Mistress put just the right amount of fear into her. “Yes Mistress.”
She smiled and lowered the wand down. As soon as it made contact with Mess’ sopping cunt her entire body jerked, as if electricity was shooting through her and she cried “please! Please Mistress please can I cum!”
Mistress pulled it away and laughed “such a needy fucking whore! I barely touch. No Mess. Not yet. You need to work for it more.”

She clicked it back in and brought it back down. The exact process repeated three more times. Mess heard the snap of latex gloves and watched through hooded eyes as Mistress squirted something onto her finger. Lube? Maybe. Should it concern Mess that Mistress was going to bed lube when she didn’t use any to put the anal hook in? Maybe. But Mess didn’t give a shit if it lead to her orgasm Mistress could fuck her cunt with anything she wanted.

Mess moaned when Mistress fingers touched her slick folds. She touched her gently. Too gently. Light caresses on her clit and between her inner lips. Mess whimpered at the tease. More! She needed more! Harder. Rougher. Something.

A warning went off at the back of Mess’ head that something was….off. She frowned. She knew Mistress was still playing with her but it was…strange. But when Mistress slipped her finger inside that warning vanished instantly. Her hips jerked up to meet the finger. Mess yanked on the chain “did I give you permission to fuck my finger whore!” Mistress scolded and Mess forced her ass back to the floor. Forced herself not to move. When another finger was added Mess moaned thankful. Those fingers much like on her clit moved mind numbingly slow. Around. Innnn. Ouuut. Twist. Turn. Soft rubs. That warning returned. The feeling was different. It was…numb.

It was numb!!! Mess could barely feel Mistress’ fingers. Mess cried out “nooo. What is….” She groaned when she barely felt the fingers pull out of her. A whisper of a hint of a touch caressed Mess’ clit and she whimpered again shaking her head back and forth in the floor. She knew that Mistress was pushing much harder on her clit now but to Mess it was nothing more that a prickle of pressure.

The wand clicked back on and Mess knew it pressed down on her she could feel the large head against her and the pressure but nothing else. Tears sprang to Mess’ eyes as her need grew even more desperate with the knowledge that the stimulation was there but she couldn’t reach for it. Mistress clicked the wand up higher. The vibration sound going faster and harder. But nothing. Mess openly cried now, begging.

“You can come now Whore.” Mistress answered Mess’ pleas. “You can cum all you want you don’t even need my permission now.” She laughed cruely and pressed the wand down harder. She frowned. “You don’t want to, alright.” She clicked it off and set it down.

“Let’s try something else.” She announced and then Mess knew more than felt her fingers at her entrance, probing, sliding inside. Mistress started fucking her. And not just with the two fingers that she had used before. It was much more. Maybe 5 hell she could’ve been using her whole fucking first. Mess cried. Begged. Whined. Her brain knew she needed to cum, wanted to cum but couldn’t grasp the stimulation it needed to get her there. The disconnect between her brain and body was devastating. This was quite possibly the worst torment that Mess had ever endured.

Mistress’ hand slipped out and she wiped it off on Mess’ face before she stood. “There. Now your nasty greedy little cunt won’t distract you from your job.”
Mess watched as Mistress walked beyond her eye sight. “Would your Sir like to join in on the fun.”
A deep chuckle followed by a “he would.”
Mistress returned with a long pole that had a fair sized dildo attached to the end of it. She handed it to him. “I’m sure you don’t need instructions.”
Another deep laugh “I should be able to figure it out.”

“Now.” Mistress moved to stand over Mess’ head and bent to look down at her “you’re going to be a good little slut and eat me like it’s your last meal. I want my ass to feel like it’s squeaky clean when you’re done. I want you to swallow so much of my cunt that you’re going to still be able to taste it for weeks. That you’re going to dream about it. You will eat me until you’re drowning in my cum. You do a good job and I won’t be the only one that comes. Understand.”

Mess whined and nodded “yess Mistress.”
“Good. Now open wide.” Mistress turned to face Sir and planted her feet on either side of Mess’ head. She gripped her own ass checks and started to squat down. Mess felt the large dildo shove hard inside of her. Violently hard. So hard that her entire body jerked forward along the floor, her bare arms dragging against it. He pulled out and rammed it back in. There was no finesse or attempt at even trying to pleasure her. It was like giving a boy a new toy to play with and he needed to smash and pound on it to see if he could break it.

Mess cried out at the thought that she was being fucked so roughly and painfully but she wasn’t even able to enjoy it or get any sort of pleasure from it.

Mistress’ puckered hole inched closer and Mess stuck her tongue out as it settled over her. She shoved her tongue inside as far as she could and worked her head up and down on the floor. Fucking Mistress’ back hole. Devouring it. Sucking, swallowing, working as much of her mouth in and around it as she could. She gave her task all of her attention which was easier when she was completely numb down there.

At one point Mess pulled back. Gasping for some much needed air. She concentrated on the feeling or rather lack of feeling between her legs. Seeking any kind of pleasure. “Aghhh.” She cried out when Mistress pulled the chain between the nipple clamps. Mess drove back in with new resolve.
Eventually Mistress shifted back, positioning her pussy against Mess’ mouth. Mess shoved her face into it and ate like it was her last meal. Sucking, plunging her tongue in and out. Licking and lapping. In the distance she heard a small vibration and barely registered a precision clit vibrator being pressed under the hood of her clit right against the spot that would have had Mess coming like the whore she was. Instead. Nothing. She cried out around Mistress’ vagina. She found a determination. Mistress said that Mess would be able to cum after she did so Mess had a goal in mind. She settled in with abandon and it didn’t take long before a gush of fluid assailed Mess. Mistress moaned and cried out. Shoving herself down harder against Mess’ face. Cutting off any oxygen she had. Mistress rode her face hard and then she screamed and the dam broke.

Her orgasm flooded Mess. So much that at one point drowning actually became a real concern for Mess. Liquid poured straight down her throat.

Forced incest between adults below beware

Harvey Haddux woke up in a cold sweat. His body ached and he felt like vomiting.  He cursed himself for taking one extra shot of tequila the night before. It was the first anniversary of his pharmacy grand opening. He shouldn't be too angry though as the store had become wildly successful. Harvey was a former major league baseball pitcher and a prominent figure in his home town.  He enjoyed the steady work of running his own business and it kept him active after retirement.  Right now, however, he needed to puke. He grumbled as he made his way to the toilet. Joy and Cali would have to hold down the fort today for sure. Joy ordinarily kept the books, she was ten years younger than "BIG HARVE" and still as stunning since  they met thirty years ago.  Today she would provide double duty in Harvey absence. 

Cali, their daughter was back home from college for the summer, she did the filling orders and cashier duties.  Cali was just as beautiful as her mother, but wild and carefree. Her naturally dark hair danced at her shoulders as she processed orders, earbuds blasting pop music all the while. She was wearing skin tight jean shorts and a tight fitting t shirt tucked into her waist band. Her breasts were nearly as large as her mother's, a point of irritation she secretly held. 

Joy was practically identical to Cali, even sharing a beauty mark on her right cheek bone.  They were very close, almost like sisters. Joy could hear Harvey heaving his guts out as she dressed, she knew it wouldn't be easy convincing him to stay home, his pride matched his stubbornness in every way. This morning however, Harvey knew he was too sick to work. Besides, it was bad for business greeting customers while looking like death warmed over.  Joy had made this point many times over the years, maybe, finally, he was listening to her. She tucked him back into bed and headed out with Cali and their large homemade latte's.

It wasn't quite light out yet as they parked and entered the store. Cali went to turn on the lights and the security cameras, when suddenly a figure emerged from the bushes.  He grabbed joy from behind and calmly told them to be quiet.  He was here for the money he said, then he ushered them inside.    He locked the door behind them and had Cali make a CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS sign.  He taped it to the door and then turned his attention back to the terrified women.  

"I lied, I'm not here for the money, hell I'm guessing there's nothing here anyway. Rather, I'm here for you two." The implication was obvious and it made the blood run out of their faces.  "Do as I say and everything will be just peachy keen. If you don't..." His voice trailed off but his black eyes and grim expression filled in the rest.  Joy hugged Cali and for the first time saw the duffle bag around his shoulder.  

"Joy, I want you to slowly strip your daughter, and I want you to kiss her the whole time.  I'm talking tongues dancing with tongues. Understand?" Joy felt faint and had trouble comprehending the words coming out of his mouth.  Cali covered her face and sobbed.  Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to breathe.  Joy started to protest but was met with an open-handed slap across her cheek. " Next time it will be the butt of my gun, now do what I said!" 

Joy shrieked in pain and awkwardly fumbled with Cali's top. "Bitch, I know you heard me, stick your fucking tongue in her mouth, do I need to pistol whip your precious daughter?  Fucking do it now!"  Both women were blubbering as Joy slowly brought her mouth to her daughter's.  " Open your mouths and stick out your tongues. Start sliding her shirt up too."  They brought their tongues together and clumsily swirled them in concert. Saliva began to drip off each tongue, as Joy pulled her daughter's shirt up and over her bra.  

"Remove her shirt and bra. I want to see those big  tits of yours."  Joy pulled away and slid her white top off. She then unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor.  "Holy fuck your daughter's tits are amazing, aren't they Joy? Joy merely nodded with her head down praying he was done humiliating them. "Suck on them Joy, make her nipples hard with your sexy mouth.  That's right, nice and hard, now bite them."  Joy lightly bit down but was immediately corrected until she made Cali cry out.  "There you go mommy slut, now you're getting the idea.  Don't worry though, Cali will bite just as hard when it's her turn.  Won't you slut?" Cali tensed up as she nodded, her nipples were beginning to sting.  "WON'T YOU CALI?" " Yes I will, I promise." " Back to kissing ladies, get those fucking shorts off of her." 

The two women went back to work with their tongues as Joy unbuttoned her daughter's shorts and lowered them to the floor.   "Smash your lips together, get those tongues down your throats.  Joy, slip off her panties and finger fuck her.  Your mouths  DO NOT move away until your sweet daughter cums.  The sooner you cum slut, the sooner this will be all over." Joy felt nauseated as her fingers slipped inside Cali's freshly shaved pussy.  Joy found her clit as fast as she could and worked her fingers around it. She used the same tricks she used on herself, it was disgusting but soon enough she could feel the vibration from her Cali's tongue as she softly moaned through her forced orgasm.  

"Aww, what a pretty picture, mommy helping her sweet daughter cum.  Very touching you two pathetic cunts. Now Cali, lick your nasty cunt juices off Mommy's fingers and tell her thank you like a good daughter should." The predator watched the perverted show, all the while filming everything for "BIG HARVE  to see later. It WAS his fault after all.

"Ok break it up bitches, Cali catch." The man tossed a pair of hinged handcuffs to Cali and ordered her to cuff her mom's hands behind her back.  "Nice and tight Cali, or else." Cali fumbled with cuffs until she got them unclasped. Joy pulled her hands behind her and winced when the steel ratcheted tight.  "Very good Cali, now it's your turn.  Strip mommy naked  just like she did to you. Hopefully there is still some pussy juice on your tongue, I'm sure Mommy would love to taste your cunt on your tongue." 

Just like before, they kissed deeply as Joy was relieved of her (more conservative) clothing.  Cali molested her mom's tits biting and sucking until instructed to stop.  " Ok Cali, lie on the floor and put your hands behind your back. I'm going to tie you up, fight me and Joy will be gutted stem to stern. We are practically done so don't fuck up now." Cali lowered as ordered  and placed her hands behind her back.  The man grabbed his bag and straddled the naked beauty.  

Joy watched as he pulled out rope and tied her hands together palms together.  His rope work was expert, obviously he had done something like this before. The thought made Joy shiver.  Satisfied with the knots around her hands he pulled another length out and pulled her elbows together. Cali felt her shoulders pull back uncomfortably with ever round of rope encircling her nicely tanned arms.  Finally he turned rope and created a cinch that pushed her arms together until her elbows completed touched.  Her flexibility at least kept the pain in her shoulders to a dull ache, not the searing pain her mother would feel minutes later when she was retied to match her daughter's bondage.  

Both women had their ankles bound to the back of their thighs and propped up onto their knees next to each other.  Ominous looking clover clamps were clamped onto their already sore nipples. The chains were weighted so the clamps yanked ther nipples straight down. "Ok bitches we are going to play one final game.  I'm going to shove my cock down your throats alternating between the two of you until I cum.  Whoever makes me cum wins. Whoever doesn't, has to swallow my after sex piss.  Understand the rules? By the way, if I feel even a hint of teeth on my cock, you both will be disqualified.  Ready begin." 

the man started with Joy, he plopped his cock of if his pants and slapped her face nose and eyes. He slapped his balls across her nose until she struggled to breathe before ramming his thick cock straight down her throat.  Joy choked immediately but soon settled into a workable rhythm.  Her husband was known as 'BIG HARVE' a nickname she coined from intimate experience.  That experience made her current ordeal at least palatable. 

In and out in and out and then it was Cali's turn.  His cock was coated in frothy saliva that dropped all over tits.  Cali did not have any experience in cock sucking so when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat she wretched violently, her shoulders nearly dislocated as her arms bent back in a futile attempt dislodge the fat gross cock.  He simply grabbed the back of her head as leverage pounded her throat until she nearly passed out.  He went back and forth between them for several minutes until he finally felt his balls twitch.  He was ready to cum.

He began switching back and forth faster and faster until he couldn't control himself.  He grabbed her by her hair and pumped his cock like a piston until his filth shot straight down Joy's throat.  His seed was hot, thick, and quite considerable.  Joy choked and coughed until the last of it was swallowed into her unsure stomach.  "We have a winner ladies. Joy you are one helluva cocksucker! You should be proud. Unfortunately, your daughter here isn't so great, she needs a lot of practice.  Don't you slut?  Now open up, I've got to piss something fierce." "Why are you doing this to us? What have we ever done to you?" 

"You want to know Joy, do you really want to know? It's simple. When I was ten years old, I idolized your husband, he was my favorite player, and I wore his jersey to every game.  One day I finally got the courage to go down toward the bullpen where he was throwing his warm up pitches.  I yelled his name until I finally got his attention. He looked at me dead in the eyes and told me to fuck off he was busy. That moment crushed me, absolutely destroyed me.  From that day I sought revenge some way somehow.  Finally I worked it out in my head, a perfect plan for my revenge.  I scraped together enough money to buy a bar.  The bar down the street actually.  That piece of shit finally started stopping by  after this place closed for the evening .   Little by little I gained his trust and I waited. I waited for you Cali, I waited for you to final come of age.  You leaving for college complicated things, but I'm a patient man, and when you came back I was ready. Harvey isn't sick, and he's not necessarily hungover, rather, I spiked his tequila with just enough poison to put him out of commission for a few days. Long enough that you two would be the only ones working.  And well, you now the rest don't you?  

So that's fucking why I'm doing this. Revenge, pure and simple.  Now open up slut my bladder is full!

Harvey got the link to the entire video a couple of hours later. He was still puking and running a very high temperature.  He struggled to get dressed and he had to stop to barf out the car door several e times before he arrived to the bar.  He unlocked the door to find his beloved wife and daughter grotesquely bound into a 69 position. Their faces were plastered against the other's pussy. Their heads duct taped in place.  They were both shaking violently as vibrators buried deep inside of them buzzed furiously.  All told they had come approximately one hundred times each from all the stimulation. The smell of urine and spent sex filled the room.   Harvey fell to his knees and one final moment moment of degradation took place. He vomited all over both bound women. 

Part 1

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Back in July after coming to the agreement with Abigail, I started off to her house after work as I was instructed. Outside of Kyle’s parents house, I bumped into Ashley, Kyle’s sister. She hated my guts. She tried to convince her family to not let me stay there. Fortunately her mom was always sympathetic to me. I used to bully Ashley and her friends back in high school. They never forgave me for that. I was a different person then.

I started across the street to Abigail. She was waiting outside. Ashley waved at her. Ashley often attended Abigail’s social events. Abigail let me in. She barely spoke a word. I was handed a list of chores. I started from the top. Cleaning bathrooms, of course. The next down was Clean the Play Room. I asked Abigail, “what is the Play Room?”

She led me downstairs. Unlocked a door and led me in. My jaw dropped. In front of me was what appeared to be a message table with several tie down straps, A St. Andrew’s cross leaning against the wall complete with shackles. There was a book shelf containing dozens of dildos and sexy toys. Hooks on the wall holding various paddles, whips, and straps. A four post bed in the middle of the room. And several other things I couldn’t identify.
“This is the Play Room” “Please clean it” she motioned to the massage table. It looked damp. Some sort of white goo on it. Was that cum? “Travis, did you know that I am a Domme?”

I shook my head no.
“Travis, now do as you are told” “I know you don’t want anyone to find out what you did this week”
“Do you have a rag?” I asked.
“Why don’t you just use your underwear?” “Take them off” she said
I complied. That is when my training as her submissive started.

That all seemed like a distant memory now. Back to my current reality. My hands were bound tightly against my back. My knees hurt from kneeling on the cold hard table. Where was she? I thought. That’s when I felt the first blow with the paddle. Right on my ass. Again. Again. Again. My nipple was pinched. My face slapped, not at all gently, not like Abigail would do. Her hand on my balls again. She squeezed. I could barely breathe. Whoever this was seemed out for revenge. Who could this be? My boss? The owner of the shop I work at? Ashley? One of the many girls I had tormented years ago? Could it be Kyle’s mom even? There were no good answers. The thought of each one more humiliating than the last. Were they all at the auction?
“Do you remember your safe word?” The voice asked? 

I nodded yes. I couldn’t give in. That would be even more humiliating. To allow myself to be broken. I mentally committed to endure. The paddle again. Again. I could feel myself aching in pain but somehow also pleasure. I mentally entered sub-space, a state of bliss. 

Abigail taught me about sub-space. It was one of the reasons why I had to be punished, sometimes violently. It was necessary. Necessary in order for me to fully submit. To enter a state of bliss. Necessary to be able to more fully appreciate pleasure.

I lost track of how long I was on my knees. I couldn’t fully remember all the things that were done to me. Finally I was gripped again by the balls and ordered to stand. It was a struggle with my hands bound behind my back. Then the hand bindings went slack.
“Now, stand on the table”

I complied. My ball gag was removed. The release was such a great sense of pleasure. She took me by the hand and squirted a goop of lube into my hand.
“Travis, I want to watch you stroke your cock”
Oh this was so humiliating. I had to comply. I could hear a camera shutter and see a faint flash of light. Yes, I had agreed to be filmed. It was in the consent document I signed. The paddle hit my ass again.
“Faster” the voice commanded

“Yes” I said. Just now realizing I could speak. it felt good. I was feeling intense pleasure.
“Stop”
I let go, my cock quivered.
“Hands above your head. There is bar above you, you can hold on to”
I stood there. My cock fully erect. I felt the latex gloves hand grip my cock. She started stroking faster.
“Tell me when you are close”
She continued. I could barely handle it. I hadn’t cum in several days. It was Abigail’s request.
“I’m close”
She stopped. The hand let go. My cock twitched. Pulsating. A whip landed on my ass. A new implement. Then she started again.
“I’m close”
This repeated. I re-entered sub-space.

“…and I hope each of our countries will be able to work together to shape the future for the benefit of us all.”

Polite applause rang out as Chancellor of Germany concluded his speech. John Graves did not join in. After over a decade in office as a United States Senator, the high-minded rhetoric that always filled the Global Peace Summit bored him more than ever. Instead, he grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing server, and took a sip while scanning the auditorium for anything more interesting. It was a sea of suits, tuxedos, and more suits. There were barely any dresses among the crowd of world leaders, CEOs, and reporters; barely any women to catch his eye, let alone take to bed.

With the speeches concluded, the floor of the massive room transformed from a lecture hall to a political battlefield. Graves drifted through the herd of people like a wolf, passing knots of European commissioners and Silicon Valley upstarts, each one eager to interrupt the next about how important they were. He grabbed an hors d'oeuvre from one of the tables and grumpily chewed on it. At least the food was good.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, John. Lobbyist money dry up?”

Graves turned around to find the source of the voice, and then wished he hadn’t. It was James Reed; also a Senator, and Graves’ long-standing political rival. A headache in human form. Graves greeted him with a painted-on smile.

“Ah, James. You know I can’t turn down a free meal.”

Reed chuckled politely. “Of course. You’d eat with the devil himself if the price was right. But at least some of us have principles.”

Graves suppressed the urge to wipe the smug look off of Reed’s face with his fist, and instead retorted, “Speaking of the devil, how is your daughter? I heard she’s currently in bed with the press.”

Reed’s eyes narrowed. “Emma’s doing well, thank you. Ambitious, like her father. She’s working on a piece about political corruption, actually. Maybe your name will come up.”

“Be careful, Reed.” Graves said. “I don’t take threats lightly.”

“Oh, do you feel threatened by me, Graves? You should. I’m sure you’ve seen the latest polling numbers. You had better enjoy your last year in office while you can.” Reed smiled again, flashing his teeth. “Anyways, I need to go say hello to the Prime Minister. See you at the midterms, John.”

Graves sourly watched Reed disappear into the crowd, wishing he had thought of some kind of stinging retort. He needed a stronger drink. After a few minutes of exploring the venue, he found a small bar in a corner of the building away from the festivities, and ordered an old fashioned. Graves nursed the drink, fantasizing about ways to punish James Reed for his insults and antagonism. Who did he think he was, trying to upset the established order that Graves had worked so hard to build? Reed and his daughter were a political powerhouse, and Graves had to admit that no amount of contempt could smother that fact. They played the game well, and Graves hated anyone who played better than he did. The ice clinked in the glass as he took another sip. Reed’s threats weren’t baseless; the numbers did tell a story Graves didn’t like. But they weren’t the only story. He had survived worse, and he hadn’t made it to where he was by playing fair.

Footsteps signaled a new arrival at the lonely bar. Turning around, Graves was surprised to recognize the man as Victor Saren, the CEO of the biotech corporation ViTech. As Saren sat down a few chairs away, Graves found his interest piqued. Always on the lookout for useful connections, he stood up and walked over. Saren looked up as he approached and raised his glass in greeting.

“Senator.”

Graves returned the gesture. “Mr. Saren, your reputation precedes you.”

“Just Saren, please.” The two men shook hands, and the businessman inquired, “Have you been to the Summit before? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“I try to make it when I can, but you know how it is,” Graves said. “You can only hear the words ‘world peace’ so many times before you want to blow your brains out.”

Saren chuckled. “Don’t be so pessimistic; much more happens here than one might expect.”

“Ah yes. I’ve heard that you throw a hell of a party, Saren.” Graves let his political mask slip a fraction. “Some powerful friends have told me a few juicy details.”

Saren’s mouth curled into the faintest smile. “I enjoy showing people something they haven’t seen before. Most men don’t know what they truly want until they see it for the first time.”

“Oh? And what does a man like me truly want?” Graves asked.

After a calculated moment, Saren responded. “Power. But not political power. Something more personal.”

“I’m interested.”

Three hours later, Graves stood in front of Saren’s penthouse suite at the summit hotel, recalling the end of their conversation.

Midnight, room 1203. Don’t be late.

He steadied his breathing, overcome by a combination of anxiety and excitement that he hadn’t felt since he gave his first speech as a Senator. It felt like crossing some kind of threshold, setting events in motion that would be irreversible once started. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, however; the ‘juicy details’ he had mentioned to Saren were actually closer to vague hints from people who did not want to be incriminated.

He knocked.

The door opened, but instead of Saren greeting him as Graves had expected, it was a burly, well-dressed security guard. He didn’t ask for a name or even introduce himself; he simply patted Graves down for weapons, and then stepped aside.

“He is waiting for you,” the man said with a thick Russian accent.

Graves walked down the short entrance hall and looked around him. Even for a luxury hotel, the suite was magnificent; in the low light, the ceiling loomed dozens of feet above them, and floor to ceiling windows showed an uninterrupted view of the Swiss Alps where the summit was being held. It was breathtaking.

“Ah, Senator Graves, glad you could make it.” Saren greeted him from the kitchen, where he was pouring two tumblers of Macallen 25. “Whiskey?”

“Thank you.” Graves sat down on the leather couch in the living room, admiring the view. There was no one else in the room.

Saren walked over, handed Graves his glass, and then reclined on the opposite couch. Both men took a single sip in silence, and then Saren spoke.

“You know, I’ve done my homework on you, Graves. I know what kind of man you are.”

Graves raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Yes. As a businessman, it is my job to know my customers and their needs better than they know themselves. And I do know your needs, Senator. You see, I invited you here tonight to offer you my company’s most exclusive product. A product that I believe will fill those needs perfectly. I could tell you all about it, but in my experience, a demonstration is always more effective.”

Intrigued, Graves leaned forward as Saren took out a small bell from his pocket. He rang it once, and the sound resonated in the silent room.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, from the direction of the bedroom, Graves heard a strange shuffling sound. He turned and started with surprise. Three creatures were moving down the hall towards them. They walked on all fours like animals, but as they came closer, Graves realized with a shock that they were human. Human women. Their arms and legs were each doubled up in binding sleeves, forcing them to crawl on elbows and knees, and each woman’s face was covered with a kind of hood that left their nose and mouth open. There also appeared to be tails sprouting from their rear ends, which swayed side to side as they crawled. Aside from the hood, tail, and sleeves, however, they were completely naked.

As they reached the living room, two of the women curled up by Saren’s feet, Graves looked on in near disbelief as the third climbed up onto his lap with a dexterity that seemed impossible given her bindings. The hood on this one had an imitation of cat ears on the hood, and as Saren stroked the covered head of the woman, she shivered sensually and let out tiny, breathy whimpers.

“Senator, meet Mittens.”

A flush climbed up Graves’s neck. He could not remember the last time he had seen anything so profoundly depraved, and so perfectly designed to appeal to appetites that he never would have dared voice to another human being. He took a slow breath and tried to maintain his composure, but his heart was beating so hard it was almost visible in his chest.

“God damn,” he said after clearing his throat. “So ViTech pimps out prostitutes now?”

“Don’t insult me, Graves,” Saren answered. “Not prostitutes. Pets. Broken, modified, and trained. These three are my personal collection, but I assure you that we have perfected the process and have already produced many more. Would you like to try one?”

Graves responded without hesitation. “Yes.”

Saren smiled. “Who would you prefer? You’ve already met my catgirl.” He gestured to the woman at his right leg, slowly humping his shoe. “This is Luna, my puppygirl. Very friendly.” Then Saren introduced the last, whose breasts were almost twice the size of the other two. “And this is Daisy, my cowgirl. She’s a bit clumsy, but her milk is delicious.” At the sound of her name, Daisy gave a low, wordless moan.

Graves swallowed hard. “I’ll take Luna.“

The puppygirl didn’t hesitate. She pulled herself off of Saren’s shoe and crawled to where Graves was sitting. She sat back in a begging position between the senator’s legs, tongue lolling out, strands of drool beginning to fall to the floor. Graves looked up at Saren to make sure they were on the same page.

“If it makes you more comfortable, I think I’ll enjoy myself as well,” Saren reassured him, and undid his belt. “Daisy, Service.”

The cowgirl poked her head around until she found Saren’s crotch, and pulled down his fly with her mouth. Graves watched for a second as wet sounds filled the room, and then eagerly undid his own belt.

“Luna… Service,” he ordered, slightly uncertain of himself.

The puppygirl responded so quickly it was as if she’d been listening for that single word all her life. She nosed forward and buried her face in his lap. Graves felt the heat of her breath through his pants, and a second later, she had his semi-hard cock in her wet mouth. She braced the tip with her lips and worked her way down, choking herself noisily, and the greedy enthusiasm of it made Graves’s head swim. He had fucked plenty of interns and campaign staffers over the years, but none of them had ever been this eager or shameless. He gripped the back of Luna’s head and pushed, feeling her throat convulse around him as she took every last inch.

Christ. If he’d known that this was what the biotech sector had to offer, he would have switched careers years ago.

“The drug therapy we use makes them constantly aroused, but they’re completely obedient,” Saren explained. “We put them through intense psychological conditioning, to the point where they can’t even cum without permission. The tail plugs aren’t decorative either; they’re used for reward and punishment, vibrating or shocking based on behavior. And the hoods allow you to control exactly what they can see or hear.”

The senator nodded with closed eyes, barely listening. All he could focus on was the mindless devotion of the creature lapping at his cock, the tickle of her breath and the eager whines she made every time his shaft pulsed against her tongue. Her lips were plush and soft and her cheek was warm against his thigh. With the hood covering most of the girl’s face, she barely looked human. She was just an animal, a set of holes, a toy made for sex.

Graves wanted one.

Forcing himself back into the present, Graves opened his eyes and met Saren’s gaze. “What’s your proposition?”

Saren answered with one hand casually deep in Mittens’ cunt while she mewled into the couch cushions. “You know that I don’t need your money, Senator. However, your area of expertise would be extremely useful for furthering my company’s goals.”

Graves tried to keep his voice steady as Luna sucked his balls into her mouth. “What do you need from me?”

“While ViTech does have thousands of successful and legitimate products, these petgirls are obviously not acceptable to our government, culture, or society at large, no matter how much people truly want them. While currently merely a nuisance, the law is still a long term risk to me and my company’s future. I’d like to change that, and instead turn that risk into an asset, eventually expanding our market to the millions. If you control legislation, you control the culture, and if you control the culture, you can reshape the world to your design.”

Saren pushed Daisy away and pulled Mittens onto his cock. The catgirl gave a yelp at the initial penetration, but sat still on his lap, her pussy simply keeping the CEO warm and hard while he continued.

“A bill is going to be introduced to the House in the next few weeks. It includes an expansion of conservatorship law to permit complete and irreversible ownership, as well as federal funding for a pilot program in the women’s correctional system. Training, framed as rehabilitation. Everything will be incremental, plausible, and palatable to the public.”

Graves stroked his chin. “You want to normalize this. Boil the frog, so to speak.”

“Exactly. And I need you, Senator, to turn on the stove.”

Luna whined as Graves’s hand tightened on her head. He stroked her ears, feeling how she writhed in pleasure at his touch. The plan was simple but effective, and he could see Saren’s vision. The slow transformation of a culture that claimed to value equality into one where any woman could be trained, collared, and reduced to something less than human. The idea was tantalizing.

“And what do I get in return for helping you?” Graves asked.

“You get a powerful ally in myself, in addition to the other senators, judges, and congressmen I’ve recruited. Oh, and your very own petgirl, tailored to your specifications. Of course, if my plan succeeds, you’d even be able to legally keep a menagerie like mine one day.“

Graves gripped the armrest as Luna’s throat almost pushed him over the edge. “I do like the sound of that. Alright Saren, I’m in. It’s not going to be easy, though. I’ll need to look over the bill to form a strategy for getting it passed. And I need a list of our allies in Congress, so I’ll know who to trust and who to leverage.”

Saren nodded like this was all a forgone conclusion. “You’ll have everything by tomorrow morning. But tonight, relax. My pets will take care of you.” He set Mittens down, and then stood, scooping Daisy up as he did so. Saren laid the cowgirl on her back on the coffee table between them, and positioned Daisy so her head and hips hung off of either end.

“Want to try her pussy?”

Graves grinned wolfishly. “You’re too generous.”

He stood, pants dangling at his knees, and moved to the table. Daisy’s body trembled, her hips twitching in time with her heaving breaths. Her accessories were all black and white cowprint, and her enormous breasts were already dripping puddles of milk onto the glass tabletop. Her collar had a miniature cowbell dangling from it, and small, useless horns protruded from her hood.

Graves spread her stumpy, bound legs, and was almost taken aback at the sight of Daisy’s cunt. It gaped, impossibly wet, drooling clear fluid across the seam of her thigh and soaking the base of the tail plug in juices. Her clit was engorged, more red and swollen than Graves had ever seen in a woman before. Graves pressed a thumb to it and Daisy convulsed, a pathetic, guttural moo escaping her.

At the other end of the table, Saren lined himself up with Daisy’s mouth and forced his cock up to the hilt in a single thrust. Right as Saren bottomed out, the cowgirl’s pussy contracted in a violent spasm, her hole winking open and shut, dribbling a fresh rush of grool. It was as if her throat was wired directly to her pussy.

Graves ran his hand over Daisy’s thigh, feeling her muscles twitching and jumping while the cowgirl’s moos were muffled by Saren’s cock. The cowbell at her throat chimed with every buck and heave. Graves pressed his shaft into Daisy’s cunt, taking his time, savoring the helpless, wriggling body in his grip. She was so sloppy and hot that he almost came right as he entered her. He took a second to steady himself, and then gripped her hips and started fucking, hard and deep. The cowgirl mooed louder, body shaking in time with every thrust, and Saren matched Graves’ rhythm on the other side of the table. The senator watched with delight as Saren reached down and twisted Daisy’s nipples, spraying milk all over herself and onto the coffee table as she screamed in pain or pleasure.

“Mittens, Luna, dinner.” Saren ordered, snapping his fingers.

The petgirls perked up at the word, and Luna crawled up to Daisy’s mountainous udders, milk still leaking from the pinched nipples. The puppygirl nuzzled in, then latched onto one breast and began sucking greedily, the slurping audible over the slap and squelch of the two men using the cowgirl. Mittens joined in, nursing from Daisy’s other breast. The milk that didn’t go into the girls’ mouths sprayed out in messy arcs, running down their faces, their chins, soaking Daisy’s chest until her skin gleamed with runoff.

The sheer depravity of the scene was too much. Graves lost control, grunting as he came harder than he had in years. He pushed deeper, hips flush to her greedy flesh. Daisy’s cunt gripped him, spasming in wild spasms that milked the head of his cock. Graves groaned and let the grip of it wring the seed from him. He filled her, pulse after pulse, so much that it leaked out, mixing with her juice and running down over his balls and the glass table beneath. The cowgirl shuddered around him, mooing in a low, stupid way that vibrated through the root of his cock and filled his chest with a sick pride. It occurred to him that she might not be on any birth control, but he quickly dismissed the thought. It didn’t matter if she got pregnant. Daisy wasn’t a person; she was just a pet.

He pulled out with a pop, giving Daisy’s hip a slap. Her tail twitched spastically, like she was trying to wag it. Luna trotted over without being told, and began cleaning Graves’ cock with her tongue. Mittens crawled forward, elbows sliding on the cold glass like she was drawn by the scent alone. Graves watched her in a kind of trance as she nosed between Daisy’s thighs and lapped at the mess he’d left behind. Her tongue was quick, insistent, kitten-pink and greedy. He could see her jaw working as she sucked the last drops of his cum from Daisy’s gaping, quivering cunt, pausing only to breathe through her nose and let out a purr that vibrated up her neck. Daisy twitched at the touch, her legs kicking pathetically, unable to close or resist, not that she seemed to want to. The cowgirl’s head lolled, tongue falling out the side of her mouth, moaning softly as Mittens cleaned her with methodical, hungry precision.

Graves sat back down with a satisfied sigh. Across the table, Saren zipped himself up with a practiced efficiency and asked, “Well? How was it?”

“Fucking incredible,” Graves answered. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Saren. Although…”

“Although? You’re not satisfied?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. I was just thinking about the process of getting these girls fully trained; it must have been wonderful to witness the transformation. The moment they lose their grip on their humanity.” Graves finished putting his pants back on, and grabbed his jacket. “With the pet you send me, I think I want one with a bit of fight left in her. Someone who needs to be put in their place. Someone like Senator Reed’s daughter. My German shepherd has been needing a proper bitch to break in.”

Saren smiled and shook Graves’ hand.

“The customer is always right. We’ll talk soon, Senator.”

Mistress's lover was coming tonight and it was my responsibility to make sure that the house was tidy and to prepare food for Mistress and her lover. I had been working non-stop for the last 3 hours for the same. I was in the kitchen preparing food when I heard Mistress calling my name. I immediately dropped what I was doing and rushed to the bedroom. Once there, I noticed that Mistress was in the bathroom so I walked in there and found Mistress standing next to the sink.

She was wearing the lingerie which I gifted her. It was her favorite. She was getting ready for her lover. I briefly looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was completely naked apart from wearing my micro chastity cage and my dog collar. My body was completely hairless. Mistress likes to keep me that way (hairless body, completely naked apart from micro chastity cage, dog collar and a butt plug) during those days when her lover visits us. That thought immediately reminded me of the butt plug. I wasn't sure if I was wearing my butt plug or not. I clenched my butt hole muscles and I felt it. I am so used to wearing the butt plug now that I don't even feel their presence anymore. As soon as I felt its presence, I felt relieved because if Mistress would have found out, I would have been punished badly. She looked at me through her reflection in the mirror and signaled me to come closer. Once close to her, I knelt next to her and waited for her. After a few moments, she looked at me and without warning, she slapped me hard and questioned, "What took you so long?"

I opened my mouth to reply but before I could say something, she slapped me again saying, "I don't have time for your excuses today. I am running late. Come closer. I need to relieve myself."

I knew what that meant. I positioned myself in front of her, opened my mouth to accept for what was about to come and looked directly into her eyes. As soon as I looked into her eyes, she started peeing in my mouth. That's how she likes it. She wants me to look into her eyes while gulping down her urine down my mouth. It gives her this power surge and that turns her on. It has the same effect on me. I feel more humiliated gulping down her urine down my throat while looking at her smirking down at me. That humiliation and her getting turned on turns me on. We both enjoy this act. I drank all of it without spilling any of it on the floor. This is a skill I have learnt over time with some harsh punishments from Mistress for failing to consume her urine without spilling it on the floor.

Even though I enjoyed the act, I didn't like the end result initially. I wasn't used to the taste of the urine in my mouth. No one is, I guess. And I used to drink something immediately to get rid of that taste from my mouth but after a while, Mistress restrained me from doing that. She wanted me to keep that taste lingering in my mouth longer. It wasn't fun in the beginning but over the period of time, I got used to it. And I prefer it now as well. It constantly reminds me of my status as her slave and I like that. Once she was done using me as her urinal, she ruffled my hair, called me a good boy and told me to leave. As expected, I kissed her feet, thanked her for giving me the opportunity to consume her golden nectar and went back to the kitchen to resume preparing the food for both of them with the taste of her urine in my mouth.

Mistress always acts a bit more sadistic on those days when one of her lovers visits us. She also makes sure to humiliate me as much as possible in front of them. It turns her on like anything and it turns me on when I see her turned on. I love her like crazy. I get into a deep submissive mindset when she humiliates me but it gets tricky in front of her partners sometimes but being her cuck and slave, I have no choice but to go through it all for her pleasure.

When she told me about one of her lovers visiting this morning, I spent almost 2 hours then completely removing all the body hair. I wondered which one of her lovers was visiting but I couldn't ask.

After an hour or so, Mistress came outside of the bedroom. She looked stunning in the red dress. My heart skipped a beat looking at her and my cock tried to stiffen in its micro cage but there was no room left. I wanted to say something to compliment her but I wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to. She noticed me looking at her and ordered me to hurry up with the preparations as her lover would be here soon. I replied, "Yes Mistress" and got back to work.

She sat down on the couch and got herself busy on her phone while I was finishing the food preparations for her and her lover. Once everything was ready, I went to her and knelt next to her. She looked at me and asked me if everything was ready. I replied, "Yes Mistress, everything is ready for you and your lover."

She smiled, ruffled my hair and asked me, "Do you know what is expected of you today?"

I replied, "Yes Mistress."

She ordered, "Say it."

I gulped and said, "I am supposed to be on my best behavior in front of both of you. I am supposed to immediately comply with any command you give me without hesitation no matter how humiliating it might be. If I disappoint you in any way tonight, I will be severely punished and you will postpone my next orgasm by at least a week."

She smiled and ruffled my hair. Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. Her lover was here. She went to the door to answer and I followed her. At the door, she ordered me to kneel right next to her.

When Mistress opened the door, it was Mike standing there. I was kind of relieved to know it was him. He is a nice guy. I like him. But that meant I would have to go through a lot of humiliation because Mistress knew that Mike was always nice to me so Mistress would make sure to humiliate me as much as possible. Mistress stepped into his arms and both exchanged a passionate kiss. Seeing them kiss each other with such a passion caused my cock in my chastity to twitch. Mistress then ordered me to greet her lover. I knew what was expected of me. I crawled towards him, knelt in front of him, and greeted him, "Good evening Sir! I hope you are doing great. May I take your shoes off please?"

He nodded and offered his right shoe. I unlaced the shoe and took it off and then he offered the left one and I took that off as well. As soon as I placed both of his shoes in the shoe racket, Mistress ruffled my hair, looked at Mike and said, "Isn't he a good boy?"

Mike smiled and nodded saying, "Indeed".

Mistress ordered me to get them the drinks. I went to the kitchen to get their drinks and they both got comfortable on the couch. Few minutes later, I went to the living room with their drinks and some snacks. After that, I went back to the kitchen to arrange the food on the dining table for them.

Once I arranged the food for both of them on the dining table, I let them know. Once they sat down on the dining table, I served them the food. Once done, I knelt on the floor next to the Mistress. They both enjoyed the meal and chatted with each other completely ignoring me except for the few times when Mistress asked me to refill their glasses or serve them food. Once both of them finished, Mistress ordered me to bring my dog bowl. She poured the leftovers from her plate and Mike's plate into my dog bowl for me to eat. She ordered me to eat on the floor and then to clean up everything from the dining area. They stayed there for a while chatting and then went back to the living room while I ate from my dog bowl.

Once I ate and cleaned up everything there, I went to the living room and knelt next to the Mistress. She ruffled my hair and asked me if I enjoyed the leftover food from the dog bowl to humiliate me. I nodded and replied, "Yes Mistress."

They kept on chatting for a while there on the couch and after sometime, Mike mentioned that he needed to pee and he got up to go to the bathroom but Mistress offered him to use me instead. I immediately gulped. He wasn't sure but Mistress insisted.

I knew what was expected of me. He stood up and I knelt in front of him. As soon as I was about to unzip his pants, Mistress slapped me saying, "Don't you think you need to ask for Mike's permission first, cuckie?"

I apologized and asked for his permission. He nodded saying, "You may."

I unzipped his pants and took his penis out gently. Then I opened my mouth and gently placed the tip of the penis on my tongue and wrapped my lips around the shaft. Then I looked at him in a way to kind of give him a signal. He understood and started peeing in my mouth slowly. I immediately started gulping it down my throat. Looking at me like this and gulping down Mike's pee turned Mistress on. She bit her lips looking at me. Mike peed very slowly probably to make sure that I didn't spill anything and I thanked him through my eyes for it because if I would have spilled even a drop, Mistress would have punished me harshly for it. He understood my message because he nodded back at me. He knows how harsh Mistress can be with me if I make a mistake. He has witnessed it once or twice in the past. He probably didn't want me to be punished that severely either so he helped me as much as he could. Once he finished peeing, he zipped his pants and sat next to the Mistress again.

This whole act got Mistress turned on and she kissed Mike passionately as soon as he sat down next to her. Mike got his hand on Mistress's soft and perfect breasts. Mistress started moaning loudly. While they were making out on the couch, Mistress instructed me suck her toes. I started to suck on her toes while looking at them. Seeing Mistress turned on like this turned me on too. My cock started stiffening like crazy in my chastity cage and I started leaking precum. I started sucking on her toe passionately and Mistress noticed that. She looked at me briefly and forced her foot inside my mouth.

After a while, both stopped for a moment to take their love making act to the bedroom and Mistress noticed the puddle my precum made. She chuckled and ordered me to lick it all up and then follow them to the bedroom. Saying this, they both left and I licked my precum off the floor and followed them to the bedroom.

When I entered the bedroom, I found both of them passionately kissing each other while struggling to take their clothes off. I got so horny seeing Mistress so turned on. I wish I could get to have an orgasm; even a ruined orgasm would have been a blessing at that time but my poor cock wasn't even allowed to get erect. I was sure that if she would have given me permission to cum, I would have without even doing anything. I was so much on the edge but I wasn't allowed to and I wasn't even allowed to ask for it. I simply looked at my poor locked cock fighting like crazy to get any room inside that micro cage, sighed and went close to the bed and knelt there while watching them making love to each other. Once both of them undressed themselves, Mistress ordered me to suck Mike's cock to fluff him. He was already rock hard. There was no need to fluff him. Mistress just wanted to humiliate me by making me suck his cock. He came closer to me and I positioned myself to take his big cock in my mouth.

As soon as I tried to take his cock in my mouth, I got a hard slap again and understood immediately what was expected of me. I looked at Mike from my kneeling position and asked, "May I please suck your cock, Sir?"

He nodded. As soon as I took his cock in my hand to take it in my mouth, Mistress said, "Look at his cock, cuckie. This is a superior cock. That's why it is free and can do whatever it wants. Is your cock free, cuckie?"

I felt so humiliated at this question. My face blushed with humiliation at that point. I gulped and shook my head in no. I couldn't say anything. Mistress wasn't done with me. She chuckled and ordered me to say it. I took a second to gather myself and looked at her while saying, "No Mistress. My cock isn't free. My cock is locked in a micro chastity cage"

Mistress continued, "Look at it carefully. It is going to be inside me shortly after you fluff him. And yours isn't even allowed to get hard. Is that right, cuck?" Saying this, she got so turned on that she started playing with herself.

I replied, "Yes Mistress."

Mistress then grabbed my head by my hair and pushed me onto his cock while moaning in pleasure. Her moans were music to my ears. I got so turned on that I started sucking on Mike's cock passionately. Mistress noticed that and While I was sucking Mike's cock, Mistress grabbed handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. She then started caning me from behind while I was trying to suck Mike's cock. I came out of my horny state immediately. My attention diverted but Mistress warned me, "Don't you dare stop sucking his cock, bitch."

Even though she caned me gently, it still was difficult to focus on sucking Mike's cock with constant strikes from the cane but I tried my best to ignore the pain and focus only on sucking Mike's cock. Thankfully, Mistress stopped caning me shortly after. By then, I was panting. Before I could sigh in relief, she asked Mike to fuck my face. I didn't even get enough time to prepare for it. Mike took my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth. While Mike was fucking me, I started making gargling noises. Tears were running from my eyes and I was gagging constantly. I so badly wanted to make it stop but with my hands cuffed behind my back, I couldn't do anything about it. I was literally at their mercy. I knew that my throat was going to burn later but moans from my Mistress were worth it. As soon as I heard her moaning and playing with herself watching me being facefucked like that, it turned me on again.

She then stopped Mike and grabbed him to the bed to continue there. I was left there on my knees with tears in my eyes, saliva all over my face and my hands cuffed behind my back.

Mistress asked Mike to fuck her as she was turned on so much that she couldn't take it any longer. Mike put on the condom and both got down on the bed. Mike placed his cock on Mistress's pussy and gently pushed inside her. She left a loud moan as his cock stretched her out. Mistress wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close for a long, slow kiss. I was mesmerized seeing my Mistress in such passion. Mistress asked him to fuck her harder and he started fucking her aggressively and passionately. I started leaking precum again watching them fucking like this. Shortly, Mistress started moaning louder. I knew she was close. Shortly, Mistress started screaming, "I am cumming! I am cumming! Fuck!"

I watched her as the orgasm seemed to run through her body. Her legs relaxed and fell to the bed. Shortly Mike came as well and he left a loud groan and fell gently in her arms. They stayed on the bed in each other's arms for a short while. I so badly wanted to feel the same and have an orgasm too but there I was on my knees with my hands cuffed and my cock in a chastity cage. It had been more than a month since my last orgasm. My cock was throbbing like crazy in that stupid cage but the poor guy couldn't find any room so all it could do was to leak. I knew better not to even give a slight hint about me desiring an orgasm. It wouldn't have gone well at all for me. So, I simply sighed and just enjoyed the view in front of me.

Mistress got up slowly to look at me. She slowly removed the condom from Mike's cock and signaled me to come closer. I walked to her slowly on my knees making sure I didn't fall in the process as my hands were still cuffed behind my back. She showed me the cum filled condom and humiliated me saying, "I got your favorite treat here, cuck. I bet you are dying to eat it. Aren't you?" and smirked while saying it.

Normally, I hate the taste of the cum. It disgusts me but it wasn't a normal situation. I was turned on like crazy and in a deep submissive state. In this state, she can make me do almost anything and I would enjoy doing it so I immediately replied, "Yes, Mistress." and nodded as well.

She then brought that cum filled condom close to my mouth. As soon as I opened my mouth, she poured most of the contents from the condom in my mouth and I gulped it down immediately. She took the rest of the cum in her hands, grabbed my hair with her other hand and smeared it all over my face. She then went back in Mike's arms leaving me there on the side of the bed with hands cuffed behind my back, on my knees and cum smeared on my face.

They both passionately kissed and cuddled while I watched them on my knees next to the side of the bed. After a while, Mistress got up from the bed and brought my leash. She locked it with a padlock to my dog collar which I was wearing, thought for a second before looking at Mike and said, "You know what? Let's take a family pic. Shall we?"

Mike looked at Mistress confused and so did I. Mike replied, "What do you mean?"

Mistress uncuffed my hands and said, "I have an idea. Cuckie, bring out the camera which works with the remote control."

I got up and brought the camera and looked at her. She signaled me to set up the camera one the table and give her the remote control. I did as she told me to do. She then asked Mike to join her and stand next to her. He asked, "Like this? Naked?"

Mistress replied, "Of course, darling. That's the whole point. All 3 of us in our true roles. And this is for private collection only."

Mistress then looked at me and ordered, "Cuckie, come here in between us and kneel."

It wasn't going to end well for me. I gulped and did as she told me. I knelt in between them facing the camera. She took my leash in her hand and ordered me, "Cuck, take Mike's cock in your mouth but don't move from your position while doing so."

I looked at her with pleading eyes to not to make me do that but she slapped me hard saying, "Don't make me say it again, bitch."

I relented and faced towards Mike, grabbed his penis in my hand and took it in my mouth. She then said to Mike, "Smile."

And then, there was a flash. Then she shared a kiss with Mike. I couldn't see them as I was busy keeping Mike's cock in my mouth but I could hear them and there was another flash. After that, she grabbed me by my hair, pulled me away from his cock and told me to bring her the camera. I got up and brought the camera to her. She looked at the pics with Mike and they both liked the second pic better in which they were kissing. I didn't get the luxury to give my opinions on the pics or even look at the pictures for that matter. She deleted the first one and transferred the second pic to her phone.

She then kept the camera away and tugged on my leash while saying, "Time for bed, puppy. Get up and follow me."

I got up and followed her outside of the bedroom. She dragged me to one corner of the living room which she calls "Puppy corner". There, she made me kneel on the floor and locked the other end of the leash to the hook which I installed there a few months ago at her orders with a padlock. I was locked there. I couldn't free myself from there even if I wanted to. She then brought my dog bowl there, placed it next to me and said, "If you need to relieve yourself at any point, use it. Do you understand, puppy?

I nodded immediately and replied, "Yes Mistress, your puppy understands."

She smiled at this, ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. She said, "You did splendidly today. I am so happy. I know you are almost on the verge of having an orgasm but we can't allow that. Can we?"

I replied, "No Mistress."

She smiled and said, "That's a good puppy but you deserve a treat. Now, I know the answer to this but still would like to hear from you. Would you prefer to sleep with Mike's cum's taste in your mouth or would you like to have my golden nectar's taste?"

I immediately replied, "I would always prefer your golden nectar, Mistress." Saying this, I positioned myself close to her.

She smiled, came closer and said, "Open your mouth, bitch." While saying this, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head close.

As soon as I positioned myself properly and looked into her eyes, she started peeing in my mouth. I gulped it down my throat without spilling any of it. She had that smile on her face while looking down at me. That smile is one of the reasons I go through all of this.

Once done, she pulled my head away, kissed my forehead and said, "Good night, my boy. Sleep well."

She was about to leave but then said, "I have one more treat for you, my boy. You have pleased me so much today. I think you deserve one more treat. Do you want another treat? Don't you?"

I immediately nodded. She smiled, switched on the TV which I could see from my puppy corner and she did something on her phone. Few moments later, the pic which Mistress took in the bedroom a few minutes ago displayed on the TV screen. Mistress and Mike were standing kissing each other passionately. There I was on my knees in between them with Mike's cock in my mouth. Mistress was holding my dog leash in one hand and was giving the Goddess vibes in the pic. My cock twitched again looking at the pic.

Mistress then looked at me and said, "Look cuckie? This is where you belong on your knees with my lover's cock in your mouth. Isn't that right?"

I blushed hearing that. My cock twitched so hard. Mistress noticed that, chuckled and further humiliated me saying, "Aww.. such a cute cuckie. You know your place so well, my boy. I adore that."

I blushed even more hearing her. Before I could say anything, she ruffled my hair and said, "Go to sleep now, my boy."

I wished her good night as well. She switched off the TV and went back to the bedroom to be with Mike. I slowly laid down on the mattress there on the ground, positioning myself close enough to the hook on the ground to which my leash was locked so that I wasn't tugging it. I wondered what my Mistress and Mike would have been doing in the bedroom while I was lying here in the living room locked in the corner. After a while, I drifted off to sleep.

“It’s time to tease you now, boy toy.”

I rubbed my pussy lips gently around the tip of his cock, letting him feel the wetness on his most sensitive part. I was feeling dominant and planned to edge him all night.

But I guess he wasn’t gonna let me win...

All of the sudden his hands tighten around my waist, pulling my body down as he thrusted slowly but deeply into me. Pleasure spread out from my pussy up my spine. I let out a small helpless whimper. 

“And who’s in charge now, princess?”

Chapter 5

Mistress Lin stood in the doorway, hands raised high above her head. She was wearing a gorgeous crimson catsuit that covered every inch of her body from her ankles to high on her neck and all the way down her arms. It had a window to show off her incredible breasts. She wore stunning charcoal heels. Over the catsuit, she wore a charcoal blazer open to show off what was underneath. She also wore a matching charcoal top hat and her classic thick-rimmed black glasses. On both of her hands she wore Leather fingerless gloves that went to her wrists and in her left hand she held a thick leather bullwhip. Elena nearly shuddered at what that would be used for. Wrapped behind her head was a microphone that went to the front of her mouth.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mistress Lin’s voice rang out from speakers in the ceiling. “Tonight’s entertainment is sure to please….. well, it might be pleasing to you at least. We have a lovely submissive for you this evening he will be in shortly, but first we must set the stage.” Mistress Lin took an exaggerated bow as two men came in, laying down a beautiful hardwood aisle that went over the carpet and reached perfectly from the frame of the door to match up with the hardwood of the stage area. They wore black leather pants and nothing else. They left gracefully but in a hurry. 

Mistress took one step to the left as a man wearing the same black leather pants came dancing in, spinning a club in his hands vigorously. Each end of the club was lit aflame. He danced with force, spinning the club round and round. He made no noise as he made his way to the stage. The flame sputtered about but not a single guest moved to avoid it. They knew they were always safe under Mistress Lin’s roof. The man stopped as he reached the center of the stage and held the club high in one hand while the other found its way to his side. The man’s head was low, looking at the ground with his eyes closed. From above, a ring on wires descended form the ceiling stopping maybe 10 feet above the man. He shot his head toward the sky with force, breathing out at its apex. Flame spread to the chandelier above, lighting it aflame. The ring was burning brightly like a flaming ring you would see at the circus. The residual flame the man had shot towards the sky diminished above the crowd, and they roared with applause. The man began spinning the flaming club again and danced his way back down the aisle. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Mistress Lin’s voice rang out again. We have a beast in this estate. A very naughty one. I have simply been unable to train him properly. He is wild as the day he was born.” 

The crowd roared out in a mixture of laughs and jeers. 

“What do you say we put him in his place?”

The crowd erupted in cheers, not a single guest was sitting back in their chair. They were anticipating what was to come next. 

“Ladies if you would please.”

Two women dressed as clowns with red leather corsets and tight leather colorful polka-dot pants, with their faces painted in clown makeup and their blonde and black hair respectfully, tied in ponytails on either side. Wheeled in a large cage. Inside was a man. Dressed in loose fitting tiger-print leather pants and a tiger mask painted to look the part on his face. He stood in the cage and roared at the guests as he was pushed to the stage. He looked like a wild animal. He fought against the bars and roared at the crowd. A stern look could be seen behind the mask. His dark brown long hair was pulled back in a bun behind his head. 

“He will need to be tought quite thoroughly if he wishes to stay in this house. I have always wanted an exotic pet to sleep at the foot of my bed at night” Mistress Lin said.

The crowd continued to cheer and laugh at the man in the cage. 

“Ladies… Why don’t we show our guests what we plan to use to tame this beast”

The same clown women from before came back out. Smiles now painted across their faces as they pushed a Saint Andrew's cross to the stage behind the man in the cage. He roared at them as they passed, and they held up their hands to the sides of their heads and stuck their tongues out at him. Elena had to admit they looked and played the part. She stood back from the action as not to disrupt anything. She was sure no one was in a hurry for a refill at this moment. 

The Saint Andrews Cross had metal cuffs where the wrists and ankles would go it looked like they were locked with padlocks. The women ran back to Mistress Lin at this point getting on their knees and cupping their hands as if they were waiting to receive something. 

“Mistress Lin reached under the collar of her catsuit and pulled out two chains. One she tucked back inside but the other she pulled out. A large brass skeleton key and a small padlock key sat side by side on the chain. She unhooked the chain and presented each woman a key. They ran back to the stage bouncing and cartwheeling as they went. 

“My clowns will now unlock the cage. Please be prepared we have no idea what this beast is capable of.”

The clowns stood at the entrance of the cage, which was facing the St. Andrews Cross.

The clown on the right pulled out the key, holding it high above her head, and the crowd roared with laughter and cheers. She slowly pushed the key into the lock. The Man in the cage rammed his body against the door, throwing his arms out at the women. Each one smacked an arm playfully and wagged a finger at the man. The one who started to open the cage continued and turned the key all the way. They swung open the door and the man jumped out at the women. They each dodged him easily before each grabbed one of his arms and pinned them behind his back. The man fought them. 

Elena thought that if the man was putting on a show, he was doing a damn fine job. She couldn’t tell if he really was resisting them. 

The women turned the man around and raised his hands above his head. Each put a wrist in one of the metal shackles. The first one locked the padlock in place before tossing the key high in the air to the other so she could lock the other wrist. The man fought against his bonds, roaring and snarling at the women. They laughed and pointed at him in glee. They then took turns doing the same for his ankles. They were either very strong, or the man was an incredibly good actor. Once finished they looked at each other. Before blowing the man a kiss and waving to the crowd before pushing the cage off stage and out the door past Mistress Lin who had a devilish smile on her face. 

“Now that our beast is in place, it is time to begin. Music began to fill the air. It sounded like circus music but slow and almost sensual.  Mistress Lin walked slowly to the stage with a confidence and gravity that Elena could only dream of. 

“You see, my lovely guests, I have installed a piece of hardware on this beast that will make his breaking all the more agonizing for him. But all the more fun for you.” With that she grabbed the waist of the pants the man was wearing. He continued to fight against his bonds as Mistress Lin grabbed them in her full fist and yanked. Hidden snap buttons on either side ripped away, revealing what was underneath. A shiny metal chastity cage hung between his legs. Imprisoning his manhood but doing nothing to cover it. The man thrashed against his bonds again roaring and growling as Mistress Lin met him face to face. She turned before jutting out her latex-covered ass towards the cage and shaking it between her incredibly prominent cheeks. The man had a slight moment of fear in his eyes before going back to thrashing against his bonds. 

Mistress Lin returned to the crowd. “I will begin this evening. What is the point of being the ringmaster if you can't have first crack? But I suppose we will need some tools for the tame. The clown women returned, pushing a giant trunk onto the stage opposite Mistress Lin and the bound man before opening it for the crowd to see. The crowd cheered again before a man in a wolf mask and expensive suit with a graying beard yelled out:

“How deviously cruel of you, Mistress Lin.”

Mistress Lin turned to the man. “Charlie, my dear, I know you have been present for far worse debauchery than this. Getting cold feet, are you?”

“Not at all, Mistress Lin. It was meant only as a compliment. Please tame the beast so the rest of us can have a turn.”

Mistress Lin took two steps back from the man before uncoiling her whip. The bound man continued to thrash and roar at the crowd as Mistress Lin flipped the whip behind her back and sent it flying towards the man. It rang out with a loud crack and a roar for the man. The crowd cheered as his skin began to turn a soft pink where Mistress Lin had struck him. She let one more fly, creating a perfect X of pink across his chest. 

Elena thought how impressive that was. The control this woman commanded. 

Persephone was the first one to walk on the stage. Mistress Lin extended her hand to help her up before stepping aside and letting the woman choose a tool from the box. 

The woman came back up with a wireless Hitachi wand and gave a deep grin to the crowd. They cheered at her choice. She walked up to the bound man sensually before grinding the front of her body against his and tracing a line from the middle of his throat down to his now naked leg and finally back up to the cage before grabbing a handful. The man yelped but still gritted his teeth. 

Persephone flicked a button, and the Hitachi roared to life. She ran it around the man’s inner thighs before bringing it to the middle of his chest and trailing it down to his caged cock. The man whimpered slightly but still fought his bonds. 

“Not enough, huh? I will see what I can do about that.” Persephone flicked a switch, and the vibrations roared even more. She had turned it up a notch. At that, the bound man began to have a pleading look in his eye.

“There it is,” Persephone said. “Mistress Lin you promised a tiger but brought me a pussy cat. 

The crowd laughed at that, and Mistress Lin folded her arms and gave Persephone a half-smile. Her power and sex oozing through. 

“Don’t take all the fun” another woman said.

“Yeah leave some for the rest of us.” said a man from the back of the room.

“My guests, please enjoy this fresh meat I have presented for you, but please know that he is not allowed to cum until I instruct. He is my toy after all. Anyone who breaks my rules may find themself in a similar position. Priya is just upstairs and I am sure she would love to tease you as you do my tiger now.”

The crowd smiled and looked at each other. They all had hunger in their eyes and were going to get their turn with the bound man. 

One by one, they went up and teased him. Some struck him with floggers. Both men and women got on their knees to tease the man with their mouths. Licking and sucking him through the cage. 

As this went on, Elena continued her duties. She picked up glasses and delivered drinks. Many chose not to interact with her as the entertainment continued. She did get a few smacks on the ass and pleased smiles from guests throughout the night, but it was a far cry from earlier in the evening. 

Around midnight, after several hours of torture for the man on stage, Mistress Lin finally allowed him to cum. It shot like a cannon from his caged cock and he moaned in pleasure as it pulsed several times before he hung his head in defeat. 

Mistress Lin reached to the floor and scooped up a good amount of the cum with one hand, and as she stood, grabbed his hair, pulling his head back up to face her.

“Open” She said with a stern yet playful voice.

The man did as he was instructed, sticking out his tongue as well. Mistress Lin wiped the cum against the man’s mouth before closing his jaw with her hand

“Swallow” She said. 
He did as instructed. 

The crowd cheered. 

Mistress Lin turned to face them. 

“My lovely guests, thank you all so much for helping me tame this wild and dangerous beast. He may be ready to sleep at my feet. But I am sure the cage will stay on. He has much more learning to do, I am sure. Now, as for the rest of you. I would ask that you please report to the entry hallway where snacks and drinks have been laid out by my staff. You may take your time out there, spend time in your room, or if you have booked with one of our lucky late-night entertainers, they should be waiting for you in your assigned room. Please report to them at once. Thank you all and have a wonderful evening.”

The crowd cheered for Mistress Lin once more. She stood there in the fire and spotlight, taking it in before walking back down the aisle and out the door. 

Elena reported back to the bar as most of the guests immediately followed Mistress Lin out. Standin there were Tracy and Jackie. Justine was washing the last of the glasses and talking to one of the clown girls from earlier. She was still in her makeup and dressed. She looked a little familiar. 

“You did great tonight. Justine told me everything. You are a natural.” came Maia’s voice.

Elena gave her a quick look of surprise. 

“Didn’t know it was me? I can’t be in my maid uniform all the time. Lots of work to be done around the house. Plus Jake is a good friend. I had to see him out of that cage.”

Elena was surprised she didn’t notice is was Maia. She looked down towards her waist expecting to see the Chastity belt. 

“The pants hide it pretty well. You wouldn’t know unless you were looking.”

When you are ready, we can head back downstairs. I want to make sure you are ok before I head to my room. 

All of the women walked out the door back towards the stairs to the staff quarters. As she walked by, Persephone gave her a wave and blew a kiss. Elena did her best to kiss back behind the gag. Persephone burst into laughter. 

The women made their way to the other side of the door and made it down a few of the stairs before Justine and Maia worked together to untie and ungag the others. 

Now ungagged for the first time in hours, Elena worked her jaw, which had become quite stiff. 

“You will get used to it. Plus it's not always a ball gag. Sometimes the Mistress will use tape or a bit gag. Those don’t hurt nearly as much. A lot of the time you won’t be gagged at all. It was just the luck of the draw, I guess. Here let’s get you back downstairs and comfortable before bed. I need you up and at em, ready to work by 10am. Its just after midnight now so hopefully you get some good sleep.

 The women made their way down the stairs and back to the dressing room to get their uniforms off and into some comfy clothes for bed. For her loungewear Maia had picked out a matching pair of white pajama pants and a t-shirt with hearts on them. 

“I thought it looked cute. You do look cute” Maia said.

“Thank you” Elena said. 

“Well, if you want a late-night snack, the kitchen probably has something you can warm up. If you need a shower, you know where they are. Get to bed, young lady. I have plenty of work for you tomorrow.” Maia turned to walk away. “ Oh, I almost forgot…. Mistress wants to see you in the morning. Report to her office around 9:30. Please get dressed before then. I can handle a few rooms by myself before you get there.” Maia gave Elena a wink as she walked off. 

“Wait… do you know what she wants… And Hey.. Young Lady.. Im like 3 years older than you.”

“Whatever.. I have no idea what she wants, but I am sure it is something good. You did great tonight.” She walked away skipping and threw up a peace sing before heading back upstairs. 

Elena ran to the kitchen to grab a sandwich and then to the shower to freshen up before bed. Just like Priya, the second her head hit the pillow, Elena was sound asleep.

Chapter 4

Elena walked through the door into the entrance hall of the estate. Looking around, she didn’t see any guests yet. Nobody she would immediately assume to be a guest anyway. On the other side of the room was the hostess that she met when she came in for the interview. She began to walk in her direction to get towards the grand hall. The tile felt cool against her bare feet, and the air in the room felt cold against her naked skin. Not uncomfortable, but between the air and the excitement of the night, Elena did start to feel goosebumps rise on her skin. As she made it about halfway across the room, the hostess gave her an approving look and held up the “OK” sign with her hand. 

The hostess mouthed the words, “You are going to do great sweetie”

Elena shot her a smile back through the gag. 

The weight of the tray on her stomach and the feeling of her arms being pulled behind her did make it difficult to walk at first. Elena took a moment there in the entrance hall to gather herself. What was she doing? This was crazy, right? Is she about to walk into a room full of strangers looking like THIS? She calmed herself when she remembered that Mistress Lin had said there would be security. They couldn’t be any worse than the security at the club. She couldn’t count the number of times she was on stage and a guest got a little handsy. This will surely be more intense… but she had signed a contract. She was ready for whatever they threw at her. With one big breath she continued walking. 

The hostess behind the desk gave her a silent golf clap as she continued. 

How many people had given themselves the same pep talk right where she just did? This woman must have seen it all. Many of the women she has met already have done this before her. 

Elena thought to herself, “I’m a big girl, I can do this!”

Elena continued to walk towards the Grand Hall. The tray and bondage already feeling slightly more comfortable than before. As she made it to the other side of the room she found the door. 

It was adorned with carvings of women and men tied and gagged fear in some of their eyes, fire in others. Elena thought to herself… “Honestly…. Pretty hot”

Elena took one last moment to ready herself, taking a big breath in, but as she exhaled, spit flew from behind her gag, landing on the tray in front of her. 

“Thun of a Bish,” Elena said aloud around the gag. Causing even more spit to fly onto the tray. 

With that, she turned to have her back facing the door and pushed with her ass. The door was smooth and surprisingly warm against her bare cheeks. She pushed until there was enough room to fit both her and the tray inside the door. She tried to be as sneaky as possible in hopes of not disturbing any festivities that may be going on behind the door. There was a low murmur of conversation as she entered. Elena turned to take in the room and it was immaculate. The room itself must have been 40 feet tall with a balcony overlooking the main area. The walls were painted a deep crimson, and crystal wall lights were attached to winding golden rods that were fixed into the walls every 10 feet or so. Two massive crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Each light gave off a faint glow. The room was neither blinding nor dim. You could easily slip away in this room and no one would notice. The center of the room had 4 massive columns that shot to the ceiling. Pointing down from each column was a moderately sized spotlight that illuminated what Elena could only deduce was where the main event would take place later tonight. It was bright as daylight in the center of the room and drew all attention to that spot. Elena’s mouth began to water slightly at the thought of her being on the raised platform in the middle of the room. It wasn’t large but it commanded attention. Beneath her feet, Elena felt plush carpet. Looking down, she saw that it was the same shade of crimson as the walls. It felt good to the touch but wasn't long enough that she might trip on it. One less thing to worry about in her mind. She gripped it with her toes. It was expensive for sure. The carpet ended just around the middle section of the room, which was adorned with dark-stained hardwood. Elena was pleasantly surprised. This room was elegant yet not too scary. She thought back to her conversation with Mistress Lin. Thinking of the Black velvet and Chains. This room was nothing like that. It was almost welcoming. Well…. At least for the time being. 

Looking across the room there must have been 15 or 20 guests either standing and chatting with others or sitting down at one of the Crimson and Gold chairs of couches that sat in a circle around the stage in the carpeted area. The only part that wasn’t fully enclosed was directly in front of the main door. Your eyes and attention would be drawn there instantly. Inviting you to a night of kinky and debauched pleasure, no doubt. 

Elena then noticed the guest. They were all dressed in fancy attire. Suits for most of the older-looking men. Expensive suits, if her memory from her time at the club was good. A few of the younger men were wearing black slacks and white button-up shirts with leather harnesses framing their torsos. Many of them looked incredibly muscular. A few Elena thought she would even let take her right here on the floor. Handsome to say the least. The women wore either evening gowns or pant suits. Each had a flair of something kinky on them. Several held riding crops or whips, a few had shiny leather or latex corsets perking up their admittedly impressive breasts. But all of them had one thing in common…. Masks. Most of the men wore gold or jewel-adorned animal masks made of dark leather. Covering only the top half of their face. Some foxes, one a bear, and one a gorilla. The women seemed to enjoy animals of prey. There was a bunny, a sparrow, and a squirrel. Several others wore either domino masks or full-face jester masks. They were beautiful each and every one. No one even acknowledged Elena’s presence as she entered. Near the left rear side of the room, under dim light, was Justine in her latex outfit, looking even more gorgeous than she did in the dressing room. Elena began to walk towards the bar around the guests as not to disturb the conversations and laughter. 

“There you are… don’t you look precious,” Justine said, looking Elena up and down. 

Elena did her best to curtsy in the moment. Pulling it off quite well despite her predicament. 

“Keep that shit up.. The crowd will love it” Justine said with a bit of a chuckle in her voice. “You already have a bit of drool running down your tits. Do you want me to wipe you down?”

Elena thought about it for a second before shaking her head “No” 

“Suit yourself,” said Justine. “The woman with the rabbit mask is particularly horny. I don’t know her name. Hell, I don’t know any of their real names. But a pretty young thing like you, dripping drool out of your mouth and down those perky tits of yours. She might just lick the drool right off of you.”

A heat began to rise from between Elena’s legs at the thought of that. It wouldn’t be unwelcome… Her whole day had been one of the most thrilling experiences of her life to that point. Something to send her over the edge would be more than welcome. 

“Well, we better get you out there. It seems like the other girls are still getting ready. They should be here any moment. Those bitches SHOULD be here already but I guess the new girl is the only one with class tonight.” Justine laid one hand on the bar in frustration before looking back to Elena. “There are usually 3 girls on the floor for a weekday night and 5 for a weekend. It’s Sunday so honestly the crowd could go either way. I’m sure most of these people have rich jobs and lives to get back to tomorrow but needed just one more night of fun. That being said be prepared. They ARE going to get handsy. But if you aren’t ready for that this job isn’t for you honey.”

Elena could feel herself blush at the thought

Justine looked her up and down saying, “You look like you like the thought of that. What a little slut… I can tell we are going to be great friends. Ok… You are a little… “tied down” at the moment”

Elena gave Justine a “ha ha” from behind the gag.

“Yes, I am hilarious, I know. And a great ass to boot. I wish one of these rich young men would sweep me off my feet to their penthouse mansion, but alas. I am stuck here. Not unwillingly of course.” Justine looked off into the distance at the man wearing the leather harness and the bear mask. “He tips so well. I would be so good to him. He always comes alone. I would like to change that… if you know what I mean.”

Elena rolled her eyes at the comment.

“Ok but back to business. I will probably only give you one or two drinks at a time. Jackie and Tracy are your coworkers tonight. Mistress thought we would only need two on the floor so you should be just fine at keeping up. Deliver the drink. Flirt with the guest. Then get back here ASAP. If I have nothing for you please walk around and take any empties and bring them here. The glassware is expensive, so please don’t drop it. It gets in the rug, and if it shatters, you will hurt your feet. They are cute and some guy or gal in here would probably pay good money to suck on those tosies.” 

Elena gripped the carpet with her toes at the thought of that. Again… It wouldn’t be unwelcome. 

“You like the thought of that too.. You little slut, I love you. Here just one to start you off. It is going to the lady in the Latex corset and the domino mask. She is sitting on the couch over there. Go get em, tiger.”

Justine placed the drink on the tray, and Elena felt the weight of it immediately. With a little concentration, this should be a cinch. She took one step forward.. And then two. The tray was holding fast and she felt like this wasn’t going to be impossible. She made her way over the woman on the couch. As she approached, Elena squatted slightly next to the woman to make the reach to the tray easier on her. The woman looked up at Elena’s bound form and squealed in glee.

“We have someone new tonight. Mistress Lin told us. I am so excited to make your acquaintance. I am Persephone.” The woman held out a hand, palm down, for Elena

With the money that had to be in this room, Elena didn’t know if that was a real or fake name. Elena looked at the hand for a second, unsure what to do. Not as though she could take it in her predicament. She moved her gagged mouth toward the hand and “kissed” it through the gag. 

“OoOoh so graceful and sweet. I like you. Thank you for the drink deary. I will be seeing much more of you tonight.”

Elena gave the woman a curtsy as she began to walk away. The woman squealed in delight once more before returning to her conversation. 

Elena started to make her way back to the bar, seeing her coworkers had just arrived. Jackie, the woman from before, stood there in the same bondage as Elena, but as Maia said before, the tray was attached, not behind her neck like Elena's, but by Nipple clamps. Her nipples were pierced, and the bars made it so they didn’t fall off immediately under pressure. She shot Elena a look. 

“Ike Wha You See Itch” Jackie said from behind the gag. She gave Elena a seductive pose and then burst into a quiet laughter, spraying spit all over her tray. She seemed to be doing Ok with the tray. She must have been here a while. The other woman, Tracy, couldn’t have been more than 21 years old. (Elena had seen that was the minimum age requirement for the job while flipping through the contract) She was a caramel skinned girl. Maybe a little lighter than Priya. Her hair was a straight black that she had curled before coming up. Tracy moved her bound hands from behind her back, leaning to one side so she could wave at Elena. Giving Elena a big smile behind the ball-gag. Elena did the same to wave back. 

“Alright, ladies,” Justine said. We have no idea what is in store tonight. It is still early, so more guests could arrive at any moment. Make the rounds and pick up glasses. I will have drink orders soon, I am sure.” Jackie pointed to many of the guests in the room. “Those guest are holding tablets that they can order directly from. Not that you could take their order if you wanted to.”

This woman had a knack for making Elena roll her eyes. She was sweet though.. Warm.. and Elena trusted her. 

“By the way. How are you feeling Jackie? Sore yet?”

Jackie bent over and brought her hands around to give Justine the finger.

“I love you too girl. Alright ladies. Get to work.”

Jackie and Tracy started to walk off. Elena noticed that they both swung their asses back and forth as they went. Seductive and alluring for sure. She would have to learn how to do that while tied up like this. Elena took off a few steps behind them and made her way to the other side of the room. The older gentleman in the gorilla mask had an empty glass at a table next to him as he read a book. Elena walked over and squatted slightly to allow the man to put the glass on her tray. 

The man looked up from his book. “My dear, you must be the newcomer. Mistress Lin has the finest taste, and it is not lost on you. I look forward to seeing you here more often. Will you be participating in the nightly festivities as well?”

Elena nodded her head up and down to answer his question.

“Do you know when your first night will be?”

Elena shook her head back and forth to say no. 

“What a shame. I will have to call in as often as possible to check Mistress Lin’s schedule. I would hate to miss your first outing. I am sure they have something devilish planned for a beautiful thing such as you.”

Elena looked diagonally towards the floor as a blush came to her face. 

“No need to be shy my dear. You are magnificent. I must ask… would you mind if I touched you?”

Elena stood up tall again. Feet a few inches apart. And moved her head up and down. Inviting the man to explore her. 

“Such a good thing” The man said.

He started with her breasts. The way they jutted out they were almost begging to be played with. He took one calloused hand and pressed it to her left breast. Gently, he caressed it before finding her nipple. He took it between his pointer finger and thumb and gently rolled it back and forth. The feeling was like ecstasy to Elena after an arousing day, as she had just had. She leaned her head back in enjoyment of the moment. 

“Her friend can’t be alone.”

He took his hand off of her left breast and began fondling her right one. Again, he found her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Both were now so hard they could cut diamonds. Elena was in pure pleasure. 

“May I touch you elsewhere?”

Elena gave the man an almost pleading look with her eyes before vigorously shaking her head up and down. 

“So eager… you don’t leave much to the imagination.. However.. How could you? Dressed like this. Mistress Lin has such exquisite taste.”

He leaned forward slightly in his chair. Moving is right hand toward her mound. He slowly began to rub her from the front to the back. Over and over. The heat from his had mixing with the heat and longing Elena had been feeling all day. 

Elena thought to herself “Maia is missing out.. How could someone want to be locked up in one of those belts when this if the life you life. That girl is crazy.”

The man finally settled at the top of her pussy. Finding her clit with ease. It was already so sore and wanting. Held her in his hand. His four fingers moved toward the back of Elena’s slit while his thumb began to make clockwise motions over her clit. 

Elena gave a slight moan from behind the gag. 

He held his hand where it was and stopped playing with Elena’s clit. “I’m glad you enjoy that. But I must save myself for tonight, you see. Not only will the entertainment be out any minute. But I have booked a room with Priya for after the festivities have ended. I can’t get too worked up just yet. If I don’t perform for Priya I will leave with more marks than when I came in. She can be quite cruel you know.”

Elena thought for a second about the lovely woman she had met downstairs. Wearing those fuzzy pink pajamas, she seemed so unassuming. She will have to make sure she is on Priya’s good side. 

Elena turned her attention back towards the man a slight pleading in her eyes. 

“No no my dear, you will have to wait.. For me at least. I am sure there are plenty here who will have you. Persephone seems to be very interested.”

As the man in the mask held his right hand over Elena’s pussy he lifted up his glass and turned his attention to the other side of the room. Lifting it in Persephone’s direction. Elena turned her attention toward the woman as well. She lifted her wine glass at both of them before downing it in one gulp and shaking it in Elena’s direction a mischievous smile on her face. 

“I shall leave you to it then,” the older gentleman said. “Be warry of her.. She doesn’t have my restraint.”

The man slowly removed his hand from Elena’s mound, now slick with her juices. 

He set the glass on Elena’s tray before moving his right hand to his mouth and sucking on his thumb very erotically. Elena saw him wink behind the mask.

Removing his thumb from his mouth, he made a shooing motion with his hand. Waving Elena away. As she turned around, she felt a soft smack on her ass. Almost knocking the drink glass over before turning her upper half back towards the man and giving him a smile behind her gag. A small amount of drool still sliding from either side of her mouth. 

“I like you… I hope to see you again,” The man said.

Elena started to walk away. She was only a few steps away before she shook her ass at the man, looking over her shoulder for his reaction.

He gave a chuckle under his breath before returning to his book. 

Elena made her way back to the bar to drop off the glass. 

“I saw the whole thing.. Great work, sweetheart. I love you already. “Persephonie” has asked for another drink and you directly so please don’t keep her waiting.”

Justine put another glass of wine with a long stem on Elena’s tray before shooing her way much like the man did. The woman laughed subtly at each other at that. 

Elena made her way back to the woman in the domino mask. She knew this was going to be an event. 

“My dear, did you not hear? I called first dibs on you. How could Arthur take that away from me. She shook a fist in the Gorilla Mask man’s direction. He didn’t even look up from his book. “Thank you for the drink. You didn’t spill a drop. I am impressed. But please sit with me a moment.”

Elena walked to the other side of the woman to the open spot on the couch and sat down.

“I am glad you chose to take this position. I think you and I could have much fun with one another. I can not wait for your turn on that stage. Secretly, I hope Mistress Lin has something devilish in mind for your first time. I would take you hear and now you are cute as a button.”

Elena smile at the woman behind her gag.

“You see. So much spunk and pizzazz. I love you already.” Persephonie leaned her head on Elena's shoulder, almost cuddling into her, before putting an arm around her back between the cuffs and her upper back. 

“You are warm, soft, and oh so scrumptious.. I can’t wait to play with you. Alas, tonight is not your turn.” The woman sat back up in her seat before helping Elena back to her feet. “The festivities will be starting any moment, so please leave me before I take you for myself.”

Elena gave Persephonie another curtsty to which the woman squealed in delight at. Before turning away to shake her ass once again. Which stole another squeel from the woman. 

Elena made her way back to the bar with the empty glass. 
“You are a natural.” Justine said with a smile on her face  “I think everything is about to start. So take another lap around the room.”

Justine took the glass from Elena’s tray. 

Elena turned back around to survey the room. What was once 15-20 guests had now gone up to at least 30. Chairs were full, and many were forced to stand around the room. Men and women alike dressed similarly to the ones Elena had already seen. Just then the lights in the room turned dim, and the spotlights erupted, glowing even brighter than they were before. The lights around the outside of the room had dimmed but the room was still visible, giving Elena a good idea where people were and who she should visit next. Just then, the doors erupted open, making a booming sound for the whole crowd to hear. Every eye turned toward the noise, including Elena. Bursting into the room with elegance and energy was her, Mistress Lin. Dressed for a night to remember. 

Chapter 3

After signing her name. Elena walked back up the stairs towards Mistress Lin’s office. She knocked on the door twice and heard Mistress Lin call for her to come in. 

“Here you are I filled everything out” Elena said.

Mistress Lin flipped through the pages to ensure everything was in order. She read “Amber” aloud and asked Elena why she chose that.

“I know I am going to hate to use that word so it should be something I hate to say. Amber was the bitch who cost me my last job.”

“I see” Mistress Lin said. “Not a bad choice. I applaud the commitment. That being said I see that you didn’t fill out any hard limits other than the ones mentioned in the contract. Are you sure about that? This job can be rough and I don’t want you doing anything you absolutely hate.”

“No Ma’am”

“It’s Mistress now” Mistress Lin says, cutting off Elena “You will refer to me as Mistress from now on. Also stated in the contract but I will let that one slide.”

“My apologies, Mistress.” Elena’s eyes went to the floor she had just met this lady but already felt bad about disobeying her.

“It is alright, but like I said, please do not make it a habit.”

“Mistress, I just don’t know what to put there. The contract states that it can be amended so I thought I could see what the job entailed and then choose later.”

“There is nothing wrong with that. You will be shown the ropes first when it comes to your nightly duties, so if you see something, please talk to Maia or myself as soon as possible. With that, I suppose it is time to get you started.” Mistress Lin pushes a button on her desk and a buzzer rings out. Seconds later there is a knock on the door and Maia appears in the doorway. Still dressed in her maid uniform. 

“Maia this is our new recruit Elena. She will be working under you during the day so please get her ready and show her around.

“Right away, Mistress,” Maia says “Please come with me”

Elena gets up from her chair and shakes Mistress Lin’s hand. Mistress Lin files Elena’s paperwork in her desk and then goes back to writing on another document. The door shuts behind Elena and she turns to face Maia. 

Maia looks Elena up and down before saying, “First, if you are going to work here, you need to look the part. Please come with me. They walk side by side down the hall the opposite way that Mistress Lin had taken her on the tour. They walk past rooms with closed doors that Elena had no idea what lay beyond. About halfway down the hall Maia opens a door on the right and leads Elena inside. 

“There is a shower behind that door. Please wash up and shave. Legs, arms, face, and at least trim up your pubic hair. You don’t need to be hairless down there but you need to be neat. I will be back in an hour please be done by then. Mistress needs us to get to work and I won’t have a slacker on my team.” The edges of Maia’s lips bend at this, giving Elena a reassuring look.

Maia leaves the room leaving time for Elena to get to work. The bathroom is very standard. A small enclosed shower. Porcelain sink and toilet. And white tile floor. Nothing to make a show. Elena felt as though this was more comfortable that they extravagance she had witnessed today. First Elena climbs in shower. The water is warm and not too hard.She rubs herself down with the citrus soap that is provided. She makes a note that this stuff smells good and after she leaves here might have to find out where they get it. She washes her hair and then begins to shave. Being incredibly delicate trying not to nick herself. When she is done, she hops out of the shower to dry and for the first time takes a look in the mirror above the sink. She looks at the woman staring back at her and for the first time realizes that… she may not actually be her own anymore. She has signed a contract stating that she is essentially property of another woman. Guests are going to come into this home and use her for their entertainment. The thought of it as scary. But also incredibly thrilling. She can feel heat rise between her legs. This whole thing is turning her on. She thinks about touching herself but thinks better of it. She had just cleaned up and apparently there was work to be done. After drying off Elena wraps a towel around her chest and puts her hair up in a towel to fully dry. She walks back out into the main room where Maia was already waiting for her. 

“Done quickly, I like that efficiency is paramount in this position. And you arent too bad looking either. You could really fit in.” Maia smiles to herself at that soft jab.

“Not too bad looking? I like to think I am above average at least.” Elena retorts back smiling.

“You will do” Maia says. “Now your uniform is on the table over there. It may take some getting used to so I will help you. Please take the towel off. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Elena walks over to the table, and lying neatly folded on it is a matching uniform to the one that Maia is wearing. Latex shoulder-length gloves, latex thigh-high stockings, a lace headpiece, and a latex and lace maid uniform with a frilly collar and apron. Elena makes a note of how short it is. Maia uses lube to coat Elena’s arms.

“This is so it will go on easier. You are going to thank me.” Maia says

Maia helps Elena stretch the gloves over her arms until her fingers fit nicely and they go all the way up to her shoulder. Next, the stockings. Maia applies the same lube to her legs. Taking time to apply everything evenly. Elena is taken back by the bizarreness of the situation but she had helped other women get dressed at the club for many years. Though nothing quite this intimate. Maia continued spreading lube all the way up Elena’s leg, getting incredibly close to her pussy, which at this point had to be radiating heat. Maia grabbed the first stocking and helped Elena pull it all the way up. Then the same with the second one. Elena now stood wearing nothing but a towel drying her hair, and Latex gloves and stockings. She had to admit she liked the way they looked. 

“Alright now the best part. No lube for this one. It is a zipper and is fairly loose for most of the body.” Maia said as she unzipped the maid uniform and pulled it over Elena’s head. The first part went on fairly easily and with a little effort everything lined up.

“Now I will zip you up,” Maia said “It might feel weird at first but you will get used to it.” 

Elena felt as the latex began to stick to her torso like a second skin as Maia zipped it up. She could feel it conforming to her every curve and wrapping her in a hug. As she got to the top Elena turned around to look in the mirror in the bathroom and was amazed. It showed the shape of her breasts incredibly and clung to her torso well. It was a perfect fit. The puffy sleeves on the side were a bit much for her liking but beggars can't be choosers. Finally Maia pulled the towel off of Elena’s head. Thank goodness it was dry. Maia took some time to braid Elena’s brown hair into one braid before pinning the headpiece in place. 

“Alright you look good. Better than I did on my first day. But you have a better teacher.” Maia laughed at that.

Elena laughed as well.

“Please had me the clothes you can in with. Your belongings will be put into a trunk beside your bunk before you get there tonight. Staff are not allowed to have their phone on the floor so please leave it in your trunk before reporting for duty.” Maia said.

“I think I can handle that” Elena said.

“Alright, time to get to work. We aren't very far behind, but guests will start arriving in a few hours, and they will expect their rooms to be perfect so please follow me.”

Elena began to follow Maia the latex felt weird against her skin. She had worn something similar at the club before but this was way higher quality. Elena was impressed. The duo spent the next few hours cleaning rooms. Maia taught Elena how to lay down sheets so firm and crisp you could bounce a quarter off of them. In the fourth room, as Maia was bending down to pick up some trash on the floor Elena looked over and saw a shiny piece of metal in between her legs. Elena was taken aback she had no idea. As she turned around Maia saw the look on Elena’s face and her cheeks went red.

“Its a chastity belt. You won’t be required to wear one unless you are being punished or a scene in the hall demands it.”

“A Chastity belt. I’ve heard of them but have never seen one before.”

“Would you like to?”

“I suppose” 

With that Maia lifted up her skirt to show off the gleaming metal. It ran around her waist and dove in between her legs and back up between her ass. 
“What is it for” Elena asked.

“Well, I came here as a big fan of denial. I like to be denied orgasm for as long as possible. It makes the release that much more intense. I had it put into my contract that Mistress will hold the key to my belt. She lets me out once or twice a month to have some fun. Sometimes I help with the entertainment in the evening. It’s a real rush for me.”

“That’s intense” said Elena. “So do you feel it all the time?”

“Of course. It is a constant reminder. But you get used to it for the most part.”

“Honestly, it looks cool. Not something I would want but you look cute in it.”

“Well thank you Elena. Your approval means everything”

The two laugh and continue to work. The thought of someone dening themself pleasure was foreign to Elena but she couldn’t help but admit to herself that seeing someone like that was really hot. This whole experience today had made her incredibly turned on. The feel of the latex on her skin. The new experiences it all was so much. And so far she was loving it.

The women finished up their duties and as they were pushing their cleaning cart back to the storage room Elena looked at Maia and asked.

“So what do we do next? I am sure there is more cleaning to do. This is such a big house.”

“Hold on there cowgirl” Maia said. “We just do the rooms. They are the most important so they have dedicated staff. I have others working on the rest of the estate. You are stuck with me for the time being. Is that a problem?

“Not at all boss” Elena smiled meekly at Maia before helping her put the cart back in storage.

“Besides,” Maia started, “You have a big night tonight. Your first on the floor. It might get intense, so we should probably get you settled in the dormitory before dinner.”

Maia led Elena down a hallway that led to a few stairs. The basement of the estate was reserved for the staff. There was a dining hall, Men’s and Women’s showers, and Men’s and Women’s Dormitorys. Maia gave Elena the grand tour before taking her to her bunk in the Women’s Dormitories. There must have been 30 sets of bunk beds lined up against the walls. 60 people could sleep in here and by the looks of it most of the bunks are filled. There were women in all stages of undress. Walking around, relaxing, or getting ready for the night. 

“Lights are out at midnight.” Maia said “There is soft lighting in the floor that will help you see and get back to your bunk since you will most likely be coming in much later than that most nights. Mostly, the groundskeeping and cooking staff are here during that time. Please be quiet when you get back as they have early mornings and you don’t want cranky cooking staff. The groundskeepers are whatever”

A large muscular woman in overalls and a long-sleeved shirt sits up in her bunk at that and says “Hey… fuck you Maia, we can’t all be comfortable in the A/C all day. Some of us have to do real work”. 

Maia shot the woman a glare, and the large woman shot her one back.. After a moment, they both broke and started laughing.

“That’s Trish, she is great. Plenty of great stories from her time on the road. You should ask her sometime. She loves to tell them.” Maia waved at Trish and Trish waved back before pulling her cap down and going to sleep. 

The interaction put Elena at ease. She was worried what Dorm style living would be like but it seemed like most of the women either kept to themselves or were friendly. Maia walked Elena over to her bunk. 

“It’s nothing special. But it is comfortable. Your belongings are in one of the trunks under the bed. You will need to come up with a 4 digit code to unlock it. The instructions are on the lid. Besides the clothes you came in there is a toiletry bag with everything you should need. As well as some lounging clothes. I hope I got your size right. The other trunk belongs to your bunkmate Priya.”

At that, a face popped out from behind the mattress. A sleeping mask was raised up to her forehead. 

“Hey! I’m Priya nice to meet you” Came the voice from above.

Priya jumped down from the bed and gave Elana a big hug. She was wearing matching Fuzzy pink pajamas. To match her fuzzy pink sleep mask. She had longer curly hair, and her caramel skin contrasted with the pink pajamas quite nicely, Elena noted.

“It’s been lonely over here since Shantell left. I am excited to have a new bunkmate. I don’t snore. And if you do it doesn’t matter cause I’m out like a light the moment my head hits the pillow.”

Maia looked at Priya and smiled. “Priya is one of the Dommes here. Some folks like to come here to be tied up instead of seeing others be tied up Priya is one of the lucky ladies who helps facilitate that.”

Priya gave a big smile and held her hands up under her chin while cocking it slightly. She seemed so full of joy. Elena had assumed up to this point that everyone who had come here had no other good choice like her. It seemed like that wasn't the case. Everyone here had been so nice and friendly so far. 

“It’s nice to meet you Priya. How long have you been here?”

“I’m on my second year now. I can’t imagine being anywhere else. The clients love me and those that don’t well my whip can have a few words with them.”

“Priya you are a menace” Maia said. “Well, we need to get this lovely lady ready for her first night on the floor.”

“Have fun! It’s not nearly as scary as you are thinking your first night” Priya said. With that she climbed back into her bunk and went right back to sleep. 

“She’s lovely” said Elena

“She’s a handful” Said Maia “Anyway lets head into the dressing room to get you ready.”

Maia led Elena across the hall from the dormitory two doors were there. The one on the right is left is the bathroom and one on the right is the dressing room. Mistress has told me what you need for tonight so I will help you get prepped.”

Maia led Elena into the dressing room. There were a few women there still in their lounging clothes some doing their makeup, others just reading and enjoying the silence. The lighting was more dim in here. The walls had a nice deep red floral pattern on them and were lined by a dozen vanities. A few chairs were scattered that were a deep crimson velvet and looked very comfy. When they got to an open vanity, Maia instructed Elena to strip and if she was overly sweaty maybe take a quick shower. 

“There are shower caps on the counter by the sinks if you don’t want your hair to get wet. Your braid looks great still. But the latex can make you really sweaty.”

“I think I am ok. But thank you” Elena said.

“Ok then please get your work clothes off as best you can. There is a towel here on the vanity to wipe off. The lube can linger. I will be back in a bit.”

Maia was right the lube was still coating her arms and legs but with a little effort Elena was able to get the gloves and stockings off and wipe off the excess. It smelled like baby powder and Elena thought that was probably good enough. As she started to take off the dress, she just couldn’t seem to get the zipper. A tall woman in a latex catsuit and bunny-ear latex mask came up to her.

“Maia said we had someone new tonight. Here let me help you with that.” The woman unzipped Elena’s dress and helped her out of it. “My name is Justine by the way. I am going to be your bartender. I need to head up soon to start prep.” “The rest of these ladies are lagging.” She said openly to everyone in the room. The women who were just lounging or listening to music all smiled while not looking at Justine. One woman, who was putting on earrings in a vanity a few down from Elena smiled and gave Justine the finger. 

“Oh im putting extra ice in your drinks tonight! And I hope they use the nipple clamps on you girl.” The woman continued to put on her earrings and smiled while still looking in the mirror. 

“Don’t worry, the first night is the hardest. Just smile.. It's going to be ok.” Justine walked off. Elena looked at her as she did and noted that her ass was fantastic. The way the latex hugged it made hers feel inferior. 

As Elena was finishing up getting undressed Maia returned.

“Hey you are going to want to hang those up. You can grab a hanger or two on that rack over there. If you want to keep it here that is fine but you might want to keep it on your bunk. Just Hang it from one of the bars on the end.”

Maia helped Elena hang up the uniform and put baby powder inside of the gloves and stocking to keep them dry on the inside.

“That is very important. We have plenty here but it is always going missing. You should be able to order some and it will be here in a few days. Until then I can share if you need. Well guests will be arriving shortly and you need to be up there serving drinks.”

Maia then held up Elena’s new uniform for the night and it was revealing to say the least. 

“So here is how it works. The ankle and wrist cuffs you have probably seen in porn online but the rest might be new to you. I will walk you through it.”

With that Maia helped attach leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists. They had a soft material inside for comfort. Maia made sure to putt two fingers in between the cuff and skin to make sure they weren't too tight but were still snug. Then came thigh cuffs and bicep cuffs made of the same material.

“The thigh and ankle cuffs are mostly for show. They look good on you.” Maia said.

Then came the serving tray. The tray was positioned just in front of Eleana’s belly and then a strap held it behind her back. Another strap was pulled up and behind her neck to secure it. 

“It is pretty sturdy, but you are going to have to be a little careful. You will get the hang of it.” Maia said reassuringly.

Someone from in the room said “Why does she get the strap around the neck. My first night y’all made me use the one that is held up by the nipple clamps. 

The thought of that sent a slight shiver down Elena’s back.

“That’s because you thought you were a tough bitch your first night” Maia said to the woman across the room.

“You’re not wrong” said the same voice. 

“That’s Jackie. She means well” Said Maia. “I am going to give this to you. I’m going to have to put it on you before you hit the floor so don’t let me forget.”

Maia placed a large red ball gag with black straps on the tray. 

“Alright, let's get you out there. Guests are probably waiting.”

Maia walked with Elena back to the dormitory so she could hang up her maid uniform. 

From the top bunk came Priya’s voice. “Damn, that is risque. How are you feeling?”

“A little nervous, not going to lie. At least I don't have the nipple clamps.”

“Ain't that right. Maia make sure Jackie gets that set tonight. She’s been a brat all day. You know I love her but damn.”

“You got it Priya. You should start getting ready too ya know. That dress you wear takes awhile to get into.”

“Alright, Your Highness, I’m on it” said Priya.

Maia turned to Elena “Ok you ready?”

“As I will ever be said Elena”

They walked together up to the main floor door. When Maia stopped her. 

“Ok so we just need to do a few more things.”

Mia grabbed Elena’s hands and held them behind her back. She used a short length of chain to connect the bicep cuffs and then the wrist cuffs. 

“How does that feel?”

“Like my tits have never looked better”

“That’s a good girl” Maia said, patting Elena’s head.

With that Maia picked up the red ballgag and told Elena to open her mouth. Elena did and Maia shoved it in. With a little force. Elena grunted behind the gag. 

“I had to get you in character” Maia said

“Bitch” Elena said.

Maia laughed and Elena couldn’t help but laugh though the gag as well. 

Drool began to drip out of the corners of Elena’s mouth. And Maia pulled the straps and fastened them tight. 

“Don’t worry about getting drool on the tray. The guests love that. Some might even try to lick it up from a pretty young thing like you.”

“Bish” Elena said behind the gag.

“Go get em superstar” Maia said 

She opened the door for Elena and told her that she needed to walk across the entryway and the grand hall was the first door on the right. You just need to push it so you should be able to get in. Make sure to meet with Justine. She will tell you what you need to do tonight. 

Chapter 2

After a quick call with Mistress Lin’s secretary the following morning, Elena got in her car and began driving to what she was sure was going to be the weirdest interview of her life. As she drove she thought to herself,

“Are they going to tie me up? Gag me?”

Elena had seen plenty of that kind of porn in her life. She was familiar with what a Mistress expected in those movies but what was she going to be like in real life? The thought actually started to get to her. She liked the sound of it. When she was eighteen Elena had a boyfriend who was really into BDSM. He would tie her to the bed and tease her before fucking her and she really can’t remember a time where she had came as hard as that. 

The drive took a while. She hopped on the freeway and drove an hour north. On her left and right all she could see were cows and corn. She really was in the middle of nowhere. She had the briefest thought that what if Stacy had set her up. No one knew she was going out here. What if this was all an elaborate ploy to kidnap her. No one would ever find out. This Mistress Lin could be a legitimate pervert and keep her for as long as she wanted. The thought was terrifying but Elena did admit to herself that she had no other opportunities on the horizon so she drove on. 

Elena listened to the GPS as it took her to onto a gravel road for a few miles before pulling up at the most beautiful home she had ever seen. It was gothic and creepy but truly beautiful. A fountain was in the front loop of the home and it was four stories tall and by the look of it had windows for 60 rooms. Just behind her line of view, Elena could make out just barely what appeared to be a horse racing track. This was real money. Elena looked in awe of the building before her. She parked her car, got out, and made her way towards the main entry. 

She climbed the large stone stairs to the front and made her way inside the giant wooden and heavy doors. Before taking everything in. Stacy was right hanging from the ceiling was a giant crystal chandelier and some beautiful tile work on the floor. A large forward grand staircase was at the back of the entrance area leading to the rest of the house. At the top of the stair was her first sign as to what she was getting herself into. A giant painting of a woman. Presumably Mistress Lin clad in a black latex catsuit. Her hair was in a high and severe bun and thick-rimmed glasses adorned her face. She was a beautiful asian woman with lips like rubies and skin like porcelain. She was standing proudly across from a man tied to a Saint Andrew's cross. Pain in his face the look of it terrified Elena. But she couldn’t deny that it was incredibly sexy. She felt the slightest bit of heat between her legs. A woman in a white collared shirt and black pencil skirt stood behind a desk on the right side of the entrance. 

“Welcome to the estate”, she said. 

“My name is Elena Carter I am here for an interview with Mistress Lin” Elena said. 

“Ah yes, Ms. Carter. We have been expecting you. Please head up the stairs on your right and the second door on the left is where you are going. Please knock and she will let you in.” the woman said.

“Thank you,” Elena said.

With that she walked towards the forward grand staircase, making her way to the right and up the stairs to the hallway. She made her way to the door before knocking twice. 

A voice from the inside, neither stern nor cheery, said, “Enter”

Elena opened the door and making sure to close it behind her looked into the office. It was immaculate. Books lined every wall and it was just as ornate and beautiful as the entryway. Behind a large wooden desk sat her, Mistress Lin. As far as Elena could see she wore a white satin top and had her thick-rimmed glasses pushed down to the tip of her nose. As Elena walked in she pushed them up. 

“Please sit” said Mistress Lin.

Elena moved towards one of the plush chairs in front of the desk. Pulled it out and sat down before scooting it back towards the desk. She was hesitant, and her breathing quickened. 

“There is no need for that,” Mistress Lin said. “You don’t need to be worried. Many are when they come in here. I am guessing you expected dark velvet and chains?”

“Yeah, kind of, actually” Elena said.

“Well, this is just the interview. If you would like and you are hired, we can arrange for that.” Mistress Lin smiled across the desk at Elena. 

Elena smiled back

Mistress Lin looked at a few papers on her desk, reading them quickly before looking back up at Elena.

“So, on the form you filled out before coming, it says that you have spent the past few years as a dancer at a club. How did you enjoy your time there?” Mistress Lin said.

“I loved it,” said Elena. “It was great. I loved the look of the crowd. Having all eyes on me. And the tips weren’t bad.”

“Have you done any other previous sex work?” Mistress Lin said. “Dancing is fine but what we do here is a little more hands-on. We pay well for your time but you will earn your keep, most certainly.”

At that question, there was another knock at the door. 

“That must be Maia,” Mistress Lin said. “Everyone else knows I am in here with a prospective.” she raised her voice “Please come in” 

A small woman, not much taller than five foot entered. She had a black bob haircut and light porcelain skin not unlike Mistress Lin. She had a round face and a curvy figure. What shocked Elena is what she wore. She was dressed in a French maid’s outfit made entirely of Latex and lace. She wore long black latex gloves and thigh-high latex stockings. Elena had worn similar outfits on themed nights at the club but only there and never while the sun was still shining, as it did now through the large window behind Mistress Lin’s desk. The maid carried a stack of papers to Mistress Lin’s desk. 

“Mistress these are the papers you asked for”, said the maid

“Thank you Maia” Mistress Lin said in return. In a tone that suggested these should have been here already. 

Maia left the room, closing the door behind her. 

“So back to my previous quest….. Did Maia’s uniform startle you?” Mistress Lin said in an almost playful tone. 

“A little Ma’am, I just wasn’t expecting it.” Elena said with a bit of shake in her voice.

“All of the residents of this estate have their uniforms. That is Maia’s she is the head of housekeeping and my personal assistant. You probably talked to her on the phone to arrange this interview.” Mistress Lin said

Elena did remember the voice. Dry and playful at the same time. 

“Yes ma’am I remember now.” Elena responded.

“Well then let’s get back to it. Have you had any other experience in sex work?” Mistress Lin asked.

“No ma’am. I have friends who have and have told me about it. But I myself haven’t had any other experience.” Elena looked across the table sure that this would exclude her from the job. 

“Well, that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. We all need to start somewhere. If you are willing, that is.” Mistress Lin said, looking over the rim of her glasses at Elena. 

“What would the job entail?” Elena said. “The website was a little vague”

“I suppose it is.” Mistress Lin responded. “I prefer to get to know someone to see if they are good enough for my home… and to serve.” Mistress Lin looked through her glasses now at Elena and scanned her up and down. “You have the right look. Your breasts are perky, your hair is beautiful and you look like you take care of yourself. I am sure my clientele will love you. The job is not an easy one. Right now I am looking to fill two positions. Mornings you would be working under Maia in housekeeping. I have 20 rooms here that I rent out to guests who wish to indulge in my services overnight. Those rooms are filled nightly and need to be cleaned and turned over. My clients pay a lot to stay here, and I hold my housekeeping to a high standard, as does Maia. At nights it could be many things but I am looking for an entertainer to enter into the rotation. This position can be intense, so we have a few on staff who alternate the main event. On an average night, you will serve drinks and flirt with guests when you have the ability to speak”

“Ability to speak?” Elena Thought.

Mistress Lin continues. “One or two nights a month, you will be the main event. We try not to let things get stale, so that is something different most nights. You may be tied up and teased with vibrators, you may be blindfolded and made to pleasure the guests. Some nights we tie our entertainment to the spanking bench and allow guests to fuck them. I promise you everyone is vetted and tested for disease before they are allowed to enter. Either way, they will use protection for obvious reasons. Last night our girl was cuffed behind her back, and those cuffs were attached to the floor. She knelt there, unable to get up while men were welcome to come up and ejaculate on her face. Last week we had one of our male entertainers come out to the grand hall in full pony gear attached to a small carriage, and he gave rides around the hall. I do not say this to scare you I just want you to be prepared for anything. You will be told ahead of time but once it is your turn it would be unfair to back out and make another of our performers take your place. It is a hard job but it pays very well.”

Elena sat there in awe. This was much more than she had expected. Maybe some light bondage and teasing at most. This was the real deal. 

“Also the general crowd seems to love a defiant submissive so you will have to be what i known in the kink space as a “brat” are you familiar with the term.” Mistress Lin continued.

“Only in passing” Elena said

“Snarky remarks and putting up a bit of a fight is encouraged. The guests aren't sadists. They don’t want to see you in peril. The just like a little fight in a submissive. Backtalk and smart words are encouraged.. Within reason of course.” Mistress Lin took a pause and waited for Elena to answer.

“I have to say I have never thought about that, I am always such a prim and proper girl” Elena said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I think you will do” Mistress Lin cracked a slight smile. “Do you have any other questions?”

“What is the pay, and are there any benefits? I was told the pay was good, but I was also told that room and board are included.” Elena said.

“Straight to business,” Mistress Lin said, the smile still on her face. “For a position like this, I am willing to pay $150,000 a year. You will be paid Monthly. The days are long, and the work is hard, but I believe that is fair. Room and board is included, so you will not have to worry about that. Healthcare is also included. Before I turned my home into a beacon for all things deviant and kinky, I was a well-respected doctor. I continue to have my licence and have a full staff on site. I need to keep my assets protected, after all. Anything we can’t take care of here we will take you to the hospital in town. I have good friends there and they will take care of you. All at our expense. Other than that we provide 3 meals a day, a bunk, and a generous 401K package.”

Elena held back a laugh at the thought of a 401K from a job like this but restrained herself. 

“I am very interested, Mistress Lin,” Elena said.

“That is good to hear my dear.” Mistress Lin said. “And I appreciate the use of Mistress.”

Elena sat across from Mistress Lin and found herself getting red in the face. This woman had a knack for making you feel good. 

“If that is the case why don’t we take a tour. You can decide on the way.” Mistress Lin got up and gestured toward the door. 

It was only then that Elena saw what Mistress Lin was wearing underneath the desk. A pair of Shiny Latex Leggings that sculpted her perfectly. Elena found herself getting just the slightest bit turned on at the sight. 

Elena followed Mistress Lin through the immaculate halls of the estate. Mistress Lin’s heels clacking as they went. Each room just as beautiful as the last. They passed many rooms. One looked like a doctor’s office where they patients table had leather straps coming off of it, a cinderblock room with a Saint Andrew's cross and a wall of flogs, paddles, ropes, and gags, and finally, as they approached another Elena said:

“There is the black velvet and chains I was looking for”

The room was beautifully decorated with a spanking bench in the middle and lined with webs of chains allowing a submissive to be tied up in any position. 

Mistress Lin looked Elena up and down, “Yeah, you will fit in here splendidly”.

“These rooms are for guests.” Mistress Lin said, gesturing. “Many bring their own partner and want to try out our top-of-the-line dungeon facilities. They may ask for the service of one of our submissives. That is entirely up to the submissive. The guest pays a handsome fee, and the submissive and the house split it 70-30. You would receive the 70, of course. You are putting your body on the line. Security will be called for those instances to keep my submissives safe. Some of the guests come seeking to be dominated, and that can be arranged as well. I have a full staff of highly trained and diverse mistresses and masters on staff to fit every need.”

They continued to walk down the hallway toward more rooms. 

“These are the guest rooms I spoke about.” Mistress Lin said. “There are 20 in total, and if you accept the offer, you will be added to the team that keeps them up to my standard”.

“Latex and Lace uniform included?” Elena said with a sly smile.

“Yes, my dear, we must keep up appearances. My guests pay a premium for an experience, and I intend to indulge them.” Mistress Lin said, giving a sly smile back. “There is one final thing I need to show you.” Mistress Lin lead Elena back down the grand staircase from before and towards the back of the house. Beautifully carved doors stand in front of them with depictions of horses. “This is the racetrack. You will not be forced to participate but if you are wanting it can be arranged.”

Elena thought to herself that she had never had a desire to ride horses. But given the opportunity, it would be a new experience, and today seems to be full of those. 

Mistress Lin opens the door to a long stone walkway at the end of which is a stable and a full-size racetrack. She leads Elena down the walkway towards a man who is winding rope.

“Yoren, my dear this is Elena. She may be filling the open position that we have in the house.” Mistress Lin said.

Yoren is a man in his thirties with strong arms and broad shoulders. He is wearing jeans and work gloves, with no shirt he holds out a hand for Elena to shake. She took it in turn and shook. 

“She would do well out here” Yoren said.

“You have plenty out here, more than you can handle, actually, from what I hear” 

“You are right, Mistress. I apologize for the intrusion. Does she want to take a look inside?”

“I am showing her around. Please lead the way.”

Elena is led into the barn not to find horses but 3 women and 4 men dressed up like horses. They are wearing thigh-high leather boots with horse hooves on them forcing them onto the ball of their feet. Strapped harnesses cross their chests in every direction being held together by metal rings. They have their arms pinned back in leather armbinders and their faces have blinders blocking their peripheral view forcing them to look ahead with straps holding bit gags in thier mouth. On top of their heads are leather horse ears and long plumes of hair also attached ot the harness holding in the gag. 

Elena is shocked. She has never seen anything like this. The porn she has watched in the past did not prepare her for this. 

Yoren goes up a wall and grabs a leash and a thin leather collar. He places it on to the neck of one of the women and leads her by her leash over to Elena. 

“These are our ponies,” Yoren said “I train them here to run around the track and a few times a month people come to sit in those stand there and bet on them just like at the big tracks I’m sure you have seen on T.V.”

Elena looks at the woman inquisitively, trying to put an emotion on this moment. The woman looks back, shakes her head, almost inviting Elena to to pet her. Elena reaches out and pets the hair on top of her head and the woman closes her eye and lets it happen like she enjoys this. 

“There there girl” Elena Says almost jokingly

The ponygirl opens her eyes and shoots Elena a smile through the bit gag, and a muffled laugh comes out. 

“Well, thank you, Yoren, for everything. Keep up the training I need these ponies up to standard by next month. The ones in the house as well.”

“Yes Mistress I will whip them into shape”

Mistress Lin leads Elena back out of the stable and towards the house. After a few steps of silence. Elena says.

“Do they sleep out here?”

“No dear of course not. All of our workers sleep inside in the dormitory. That area is for staff only and since it is our workers only time off the clock I don’t like to bring anyone down there who isn’t on staff. But rest assured it is comfortable, communal-style living with both Men’s and women’s sides separated. The ones in the stable this early are the ones who lost their races during the last event. They needed extra training and Yoren is willing to provide it.”

Elena and Mistress Lin walked in silence back to Mistress Lin’s office. The papers the Maia had brought in earlier lay on the desk just as they had before. They both sit down across each other from the desk.

“So Elena what do you think? I know it is a lot and many people may not understand what we are doing here. But I think you could find a home here. You have met a few of our employees what did you think?”

Elena takes a long pause, looking deeply into Mistress Lin’s eyes. Before saying:

“I am interested. This place is beautiful and I think this would be a great next step for me.”

“That is wonderful to hear. I think you are going to like it here. We are a very welcoming community. The cleaning duties will start today if you are interested. We will ease you into your nightly duties so you can get a sense of how things work around here. Now for the paperwork.”

They go through the standard W-2 and other onboarding procedures before getting to the last document. Mistress Lin pulls out the papers that Maia brought in earlier. A small stack and places them in front of Elena. This is your employment contract. It states that you will be an employee of this estate for one year and employment may be extended up to one year at a time. During that time, either of us is allowed to break the contract if it is not the right fit. If I or any of my managers deem you to not be an appropriate worker for the position. You may be terminated. You on the other had need only come to me in private and say your safe word and you will be released from duties. You will fill that out on the contract. It can be whatever you wish. Try to make it something that doesn’t come up in general conversation. Pineapple and Capybara are popular ones.”

Elena gave a slight smile at that.

 Mistress Lin continued, “Your safe word is also for the floor. If you are uncomfortable with a position that you are in or do not feel safe please use it and the security on staff will remove you from that situation as swiftly as possible. Though please keep in mind that using your safe word continuously may be grounds for removal. Nothing against you but this is a business that requires one to push their limits from time to time. The contract also states that you will not be harmed or abused during your time here. If any of the other staff are abusive towards you please inform your direct manager or me, and it will be dealt with appropriately. I do not take abuse in my halls lightly. That goes the same for you. Please learn to get along with your co-workers. Security will be called if a guest is abusive or overly rough with you. Please do not feel scared or unsure about using your safe word if you genuinely feel unsafe in a situation. All guests are vetted and approved but emotions run high in some scenes. There is also a spot for your limits. If there is something you absolutely will not do on the floor, please fill it out there. Nothing dangerous is allowed on the floor, so knife, blood, and scat play are simply off the table for my employees, among a few others. Those fetishes have a place, and people are more than welcome to practice them here. If they book a private room and practice them with a consenting partner that they brought here. You will not be physically marked while here. Your skin is lovely. Let’s keep it that way. Feel free to mark any other limits you may have on the page denoted. Gear is meant to be played with and will break from time to time. You will not be held liable for those broken instruments unless you knowingly and willingly broke them yourself. The price will be taken out of your check. There are many very expensive items in this estate, so please keep that in mind. Punishment may be necessary, and we believe in corporal punishment here. This is a real BDSM relationship once you sign this document. I will be your owner for all intents and purposes. If you break my rules, you may be spanked, flogged, or put into a pillory in the front room for guests to see and do the same. Please do not take this lightly. You will be paid on the first and 15th of the month. Other than that you are more than welcome to fill out the contract in the hall that you entered when you first got here. There are plenty of tables and chairs there. I have some work to do so please come see me when you are finished.”

Elena thanked Mistress Lin and left the office and headed towards the entrance hall. Once there, she found a nice table and chair and began filling out the contract. Elena started with her limits. In her time watching BDSM porn, aside from the items that Mistress Lin had mentioned, nothing stood out to her as something that she absolutely did not want to do. The top of the page said, “This may be amended at any time.” So Elena, not knowing what to put, left that page blank. As she worked on the contract, she finally got to the last line she left blank, her safe word. At first, she thought Velvet was fitting. Seeing as that was her name at the club, but after seeing several rooms with Velvet-lined walls, she supposed that was off the table. She thought about Pineapple and Capybara, and a chuckle came to her throat. No, she wanted something that was distinctly hers. She knew that she wanted to keep this job and would hate having to use the safeword in the first place. So she thought that she should hate whatever word she used. With that she filled out the line with a single word. “Amber”

In Las Vegas a brand new sex therapy Spa has been built and is hosting its grand opening. An oasis like no other , the ideal vacation spot for adults wanting to explore themselves and escape everyday life. Like nothing you've ever seen before , come check out the brand new Sexual therapy Spa. Running 24 hours seven days a week. Stay as long as you can handle , like an all you can eat buffet for sexual exploration and pleasure. Want to know what's inside ? Come visit us whenever your heart desires. No phones , no sharing who or what you did, complete anonymity.

My name's Hope. I'm 22 years old , a university student studying computer and information sciences. They just open some sort of new sex spa a few blocks from my school and it's all I think about when I try to close my eyes at night. I'm a pretty enough girl , to get a date or a boyfriend. I just rather read dirty stories and watch girls with big tits fuck huge cocks while I touch myself then have a guy I kinda like grunt on top of me.

I tried having sex with a girl once , I think I was more into it then she was. After I went down on her and laid next to her she looked scared , like now that it was her turn she realized she'd fucked up. I gave her a kiss and told her I had an early morning and didn't realize how late it had gotten. Relieved she played along and walked me out.

Porn never rejected me , porn never left me wondering why I couldn't connect with people or rub my labia thinking it's my clit. What's so wrong with fucking yourself every night when your roommate sleeps and scrolling through Reddit gifs and confession every spare change you get.

Sometimes I got so desperate to edge i would get off in bathroom stalls at work, or think about my fantasies on long drives to keep my mind occupied and pussy soaked.

This sex spa sounded like my wet dream , a place to explore all my own pleasures and focus on porn and sex for a full day with no interruptions.

I drive up to the building , looking for parking not too far from the entrance as if somebody's going to see me going in there. Am I really about to do this? There's a 50% off discount for the first week it's open. Today's the second last day and I won't be able to afford it otherwise , even now paying $400 for half the women's fee is a lot out of my budget , it'll be ramen noodles this week for lunch.

I look myself over in the small visor mirror, applying rosy pink lipgloss to my lips and feel a small wave of confidence. I'm attractive , young , and just going to check it out. Theres no harm in exploration right? Not to mention my panties are already soaked from the idea of actually going in there. I haven't cum in the week since I've found out about this place. Teasing and edging myself hoping I'll get desperate enough to force myself to go.

I sign all the waivers and show ID proving I am of age ( 21+) the nurse gives me a quick shot in my arm to prevent any spread of diseases and I'm through with a simple wrist band showing I'm a spa member with general access.

The first room I enter is a women's locker room , filled with big beautiful showers with no curtains... Or doors. The room is steamy like a sauna and has lockers with little codes to set to keep your clothes here , the lady explained to me from here until you leave you'll be fully nude with the exemption of a soft sock like slipper. I slowly strip all my clothes off , removing my underwear I see the dark wet spot where my juices have soaked through. Fuck I'm horny. I take a warm shower , slowly getting used to the idea that anyone can see my naked body. One or two women come through to use the bathroom , nobody particularly stares at me. Once I feel relaxed and clean , I dry my hair and head off to go explore what I came here to see.

Walking through the big connecting rooms it feels like a casino , tables with groups of people around them. TVs everywhere playing all different kinds of dirty videos. The sounds of moans and skin slapping fills the air and I feel my pussy gush. No underwear this time to hide my excitement...

To my left I see 3 huge flat screens playing a different porn video each. One is a close up of a pussy , zooming out a bit to show a model masturbating and moaning as her pussy gushes. The next is of a cute redhead getting gang banged by 3 white guys with all rock hard big cocks. The third shows a guy on his knees sucking a huge buff guys cock. I guess there's something for everybody. In front are a bunch of pocket pussies connected to some sort of machine that looks like it vibrates and thrusts onto you if you click the button. It's mostly men fucking them, moaning and watching whatever tv suits their needs. But one girl is down on her knees licking the pocket pussy , her hands down between her legs desperately rubbing at her slit. Mhmm God I just got here and people are already so deprived. I wonder how long it took for her to get brainless enough to worship a used pocket pussy? The idea of the dumb slut being so depraved and porn brain makes my clit pulse and nipples harden.

I walk a little further , it seems there's different sections for different events or toys , and a few bars between each and some couches and common spaces for people to sit.

I see a movie theatre looking space with a door and the sign above reads " Surrender and experience bliss " with a female sex symbol. I remember the lady telling me certain areas are designed for specific anatomy, so I guess this was made for cute horny girls like me. I decided to go in and just like a movie theatre it's dark , I walk down the hall towards a huge screen playing short compilation videos. My mouth drops open as I watch girl after girl cum , there all clips of women cumming their fucking brains away. I look around and instead of seats it looks like there's stations with restraints and a... Sybian? I've seen them in porn before but never thought I'd get to try one in real life...

There's only one other girl in here , an Asian girl with her legs strapped in at the knees sitting on her heels , her full pussy buzzing away on the machine. Her eyes look hazy, like her brains completely empty. No thoughts , just porn and her pussy's pleasure. I walk closer, not realizing I'm starting at her small tits with perfect dark hard nipples. She doesn't even register I'm here , too lost in the videos flashing in front. I find a spot close to her and read the simple directions at the station.

This station allows the user to give up control and fully surrender to the orgasmic pleasure the sybian has to offer. The user sets the timer and locks their legs and optionally arms in the restraints and only then will the machine begin. Please note that there is no backing out of this experience once started. No emergency off switch or safe word as it would undermine the experience of true surrender. So set your time wisely. We recommend every first time user starts at 2 minutes to test how the stimulation and restraints feel. Breathe and enjoy the bliss or surrendering to pleasure.

I place my legs like the other girls and notice she has 9 minutes on her timer left... I wonder how long she started with? By the time I get comfortable and stop being distracted by the sexy videos in front of me I decide I'm ready to start and want to lock my hands in as well for the full experience. I'm about to set my timer to 2 minutes when a load moan steals my attention, the Asian women's heads titled back , her body pressing against the restraints as she obviously cums hard from the stimulation. There's a huge puddle underneath her from her juices... Fuck how did I not notice that before. Her timer reads 6 minutes left... I could do 6 minutes couldn't I ? The idea of going through it together and finishing at the same time rly excites me and I early hit the timer before I can over think it.

The buzzing starts and takes about 30 seconds to get to full speed, fuck that does that feel amazing. Light moans escape my mouth as I breathe through the stimulation , just the idea of edging naked next to another girl who's also getting her pussy played with would've made me cream yesterday, and here I am today living it. The sybians intense , my whole cores engaged and I feel myself getting to the edge way too quickly. I focus on the short clips in front of me on the huge movie theatre screen. I watch a blonde take a huge black cock up her ass while she screams and squirts everywhere, then a lesbian sucking on a girl's clit while she cries and moans that she's cumming. Next an Asian girl with huge tits holding a magic wand to her clit, a close up flashes of her pussy as it pulses and twitches while she cums.

Mhmm fuck I can't take it anymore and I cum crying out , I look over to see if she's watching but I don't think she even has her eyes open anymore. Just completely gone with a low moan coming out of her lips. I look down at my timer and it reads 2:30 left , fuck I can't believe I came in the first 3 minutes. Mhmm the vibrations haven't stopped or slowed down even for a second , the merciless sybian working on my cute clit and my own juices have started to create a little puddle under my ass. I watch a few more clips , girls cumming on cocks , toys, cumming tied up , held down. God it's so good and it's never ending , new hot girl , new orgasms one after another so intoxicating. Mhmm I've reached a perfect edge now and plan on holding it when the next video starts , a girl who looks slightly too young and innocent in the middle of screen inbetween a slightly older women's legs. She's crying and a guy with big arms grabs her hair and forces her into the women's cunt. He's yelling at her to lick it good and smearing her face in her pussy. The older women is moaning loud and pinching her nipples. She begs for more , pleading with her partner to keep going. He pushes the girls head harder and she licks faster , feverishly lapping at her clit whimpering and crying when the women starts yelling that she's cumming and humps the girls face her hips going wild bucking against her mouth. My whole body gets hot and I cum hard. I grit my teeth and groan and ride the sybian for everything it's got. I buck my hips like the women and grind my clit against the vibrations. I cum so fucking hard. At some point the sybian stops , the restraints release and my whole body is buzzing.

** For all normal readers this is the end of this chapter! Follow along to explore more of the sexual therapy centre and Hopes journey!!

For my sick and twisted readers , continue for a bonus scene that is not suitable for all readers. [ TW SA / NON CONSENT ] **

That was amazing , I look over to the other girl I was sharing this amazing experience with, hoping to bond over orgasming next to eachother and she is slumped over next to the machine. Without the restraints holding her up she can't seem to do so herself. How long did she do?? I go to check on her and she's still breathing , her eyes slightly open and she moans when I try to wake her. I look around to see if there's any guard to help her but there's nobody...

I look over her body and see her pussy is still leaking. Without thinking I reach down and touch it with my finger. I pull away and she didn't even flinch , I play with her juices and rub them on her lips , nothing. I lay her on my lap and try to decided what to do. The videos still play , I watch for a moment , a video plays of a girl cumming riding another girls face. Sick twisted ideas fill my brain , was her face always that close to my pussy? If I just shifted my weight a little to my right , she'd be face down in my clit. I do so , and sure enough she falls right into my pussy. I imagine the guy with the strong arms is there and I'm his lover. I push her face into my pussy and moan. I slowly start grinding my hips into her lips perfectly edging my clit. Fuck this feels good. The porn moans continue to play loud in the theatre egging me on, making me crazier and crazier while I push her face deeper into my pussy and grind my hips harder onto her soft lips. I cum using her face. I picture my cum filling her senses , smelling and tasting me. Before the sex crazed hormones wear off I get up and leave, making sure to lay her on her side. I'm sure glad she surrendered to my pleasure.

Okkkeeey, here's the first part. Lemme know how yall feel and if you want the next 💃🏻💃🏻(a bit of a slow burn but I promise it'll get better)

Pt.1

“Alina…Alina, you must wake my sweet.” The soft words rippled through my dreamscape, and my eyes fluttered open. At first, they took in the dewy morning light peaking through linen curtains and landing softly on marbled black and gold tile. I vaguely remember trodding over them last night, but much of the time was lost in a fog that teased my memories. Did I sleep alone?

Then, as I looked over to the cushioned seat next to the bed, my heart sank to my stomach. Laurin was watching me quietly as I woke up, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His grey speckled eyes followed the line of my arm and hand as it disappeared between my legs, my fingers nestled in the slick folds of myself. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, and he shook his head in a light admonishment.

“I don't remember giving you permission for that,“ he mused. He tilted his head and stuck out his hand. The demand was quiet but sure. I stared at it for a few seconds before I placed my traitorous hand in his, still slippery from last night. He ran his fingers over mine, drawing a line down to my palm and making small circles as he brought them to his mouth. His tongue slid between my fingers, lapping up the remnants of my climax and squeezing my hand as if honey would seep through the pores. He placed a gentle kiss on my index and middle finger and then cupped my face in his hand, cradling my cheek as I leaned into it. He brought his face close to mine and

my breath hitched, but he only placed a soft kiss on my nose and patted my hip.

“Go get cleaned up now. You have 15 minutes,” he said as he stood up and walked to another corner of the room, pulling open the drawers of an ebony oak dresser. All the while, a little hum trailed from him as he moved. He was in a casual outfit, a dark button-up with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, exposing the inked art on his skin. They slithered over the corded muscle of his forearm and stopped at his wrist, not daring to take away from the beauty of his long fingers and strong palms. The jeans are hard to tell if they're blue or black, but they hug his body in a way that makes the color irrelevant. After I take in the brief sight of him, I flip the sheets back and slip out of the bed, knowing that it was the last comfort I'd feel until Laurin deemed otherwise.

On the way to the connected bathroom, I grab a towel and one of his favorite scents, rose and sandlewood, to wash myself in. Maybe if I smelled good enough, it wouldn't be so bad. Thirteen and a half minutes later, I'm out of the shower and lathering an accompanying lotion, making sure my thighs, arms, and belly are saturated in the scent. I finished drying my thick curly hair at the 15-minute mark and walking out of the bathroom naked, my heart beginning to pound at the thought of what he had in mind. He’s by the bed again, back facing me while he fiddles with something laid on the sheets. He hears me step out and turns with a small grin spreading across his face, tilting his nose, getting whiffs of the aroma I had hoped would please him.

“You think that will help?” he asks and then inhaled deeply as his eyes roamed up and down the curves of my body. I shrugged and gave a slight nod at the end, batting my eyelashes to the floor.

“It might,” he relents and beckoned me closer. The covers were made, and the pillows had been arranged in a small mound. He grazed my breasts and used his thumbs to trace over my nipples, feeling the flesh harden and giving a small pinch before he turned me to the bed.

“Lay on your stomach,” he said. I kneeled on the bed to lower myself, and I could see the clamps and plugs he had laid out for me to the side of the pillows, along with a glass container of coconut oil. I remembered it had always been his preference to regular lubricant, and it made everything smell good, so it really wasn't surprising to see it. I adjusted the pillows under my hips, knowing that he would want my ass elevated and wiggled into a comfortable spot.

”Good girl,” he murmured.

I smiled, crossed my arms and laid my head down, angled towards him so I could see him press the pump into his hands and rub them together over me, letting the warmed oil drip onto my back and cheeks. He gave me a sultry smile as he placed his hands on my lower back and massaged his way up, working the oil deep into my skin and squeezing my slightly sore shoulder muscles. Then making his way back down, he slid his hands on my hips and waist, squeezing the soft curvy flesh using his thumbs to make small circles as continued lower and started to cup my ass in his hands. He lifted and separated them, squeezed and bunched them together while he fingers drew closer and closer to my entrances. He teased me there for a few minutes, bringing an index finger or thumb close enough to trace the edges and then arching out again. I was getting warmer and wetter, the heat growing in my belly when I felt a finger slip into me. I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding, and he slid in deep enough that I could feel the base of his knuckles as he settled in me. He moved in and out delicately, curving his finger and massaging me as he twirled inside. Just as the sensation started to tense my walls, I felt another finger at my sphincter moving in small circles and slightly pressing against its walls. A small whimper escaped me, and it was enough for him to fully press into it, the oil providing no resistance to his long digit as it too slowly inched inside of me. I gasped when it reached his second knuckle, and he twisted, opening my hole further and pushing deeper into me, all the while his other finger massaged my vaginal canal. I arched myself into his hand, trying to get him as deep as I could, but he placed a hand on my waist to hold me in place.

“Mm mm, you don't get to move. Be good and be still,” he said, his fingers still moving inside of me. A few moments later, I felt him pull out, and I yelped when he gave my ass a smack with a mixture of the oil and me making a resounding noise in the room.

I heard some shuffles with his hands and whatever he was grabbing from the display earlier before he spoke.