Below is the first installment of a story that's been riding around in my head rent-free for the last couple of years. I am not a writer, so yes, there is a bit of A.I. use here. I tried to post this over at Literotica, but apparently they don't allow that kind of thing over there.

I'm going to try and post it here once I get to my eight forum posts. I guess this one counts as one. Let me know what you think.

Anyway, here's the story:
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It's 8:30 in the evening on a Tuesday in middle America. Only half an hour before I can close up the dollar store. We haven't had a customer in over an hour, but you watch, someone always comes in at the last minute. Standing behind the counter, my attention is divided between my phone and watching Tanner stock the shelves.

As I glance up from my phone, I catch Tanner's eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before he quickly looks away, his cheeks flushing slightly. I smile to myself, wondering if he's aware of the way I've been sneaking peeks at him all evening. He's been working here for a few weeks now, and I have to admit, he's been a breath of fresh air. Efficient, friendly, and always willing to lend a hand. And, as I mentioned, not hard to look at either. His messy brown hair and bright blue eyes make him look like he just stepped out of a college brochure.

As I stand there, lost in thought, I notice Tanner pause in his stocking, his eyes drifting back to mine for a fleeting moment. I feel a flutter in my chest, and I quickly look away, pretending to be engrossed in my phone. But I can sense his gaze lingering on me.

I take a deep breath and try to shake off the feeling, reminding myself that I'm his supervisor, and he's just a young employee.

As I stand there, trying to shake off the feeling, I'm suddenly aware of my own appearance. I glance down at my worn jeans and faded store polo, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness. At just shy of 4'3", I've always been a bit self-aware of my height, and my extra pounds don't exactly make me feel like a knockout. I push a stray strand of hair behind my ear, feeling a bit frumpy in comparison to Tanner's effortless charm.

Suddenly, I notice that Tanner is standing right there, his eyes glued to my chest. I look up from my phone, and he knows he's been caught. He quickly looks away, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. I can feel my own cheeks warming, and I quickly avert my gaze, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

I clear my throat and say, "Tanner, is there something you need?"

"Ummm. Nat. What is that short for?" he asks, his eyes darting back to mine as he pretends to be looking at my name tag. Nice move, kid, I think to myself, trying to stifle a smile. I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his attempt to break the tension.

"It's short for Natalia," I reply.

"Oh. That's very pretty," he says, his voice low and sincere. "It sounds very Eastern European. Is your family from there or something?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him. I feel a smile spreading across my face as I nod, enjoying the way he pronounces "something" with a slight drawl.

"It is," I reply, a smile spreading across my face. "But no. My birthday is on Christmas, and it's like Russian for Christmas, or something."

Tanner's eyes widen in surprise, and he takes a step back, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Wow, that's really cool," he says, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he looks away.

"Yeah, it's pretty unique," I say, trying to sound casual. "So, Tanner, was there something you needed?"

Tanner looks up, his eyes locking onto mine as he asks, "Oh yeah. Do I work tomorrow?" I glance down at the schedule, my fingers brushing against the worn edge of the counter as I lift it up to check. The fluorescent lights above us hum softly, casting a faint buzz over the quiet store.

"Yes," I reply, as I scan the schedule. "And you have to work tomorrow with Lexi." I smile sheepishly, knowing that Lexi can be a bit of a handful sometimes. Tanner's lets out an audible groan, and I feel a pang of affection for him.

"I, on the other hand, am off for the next three days," I remark, setting the schedule back down on the counter. Tanner's face lights up with excitement, and I can't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"That's awesome, Nat! Do you have any plans?" he asks, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"Going on a roadtrip. Why? Do you want to come?" I joke.

He gives me a kind of ackward look. "No, I don't think my parents would approve of that."

"Just kidding. No. Probably just raiding with my guild, as usual," I say, with a shrug.

Tanner's face lights up with interest. "You play video games?" he asks, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Yeah, I do," I reply, feeling a sense of camaraderie with him. "I'm in a guild, and we usually raid a few times a week."

"That's so cool," Tanner says, his eyes wide with admiration. "I've always wanted to get into gaming, but my parents would never allow it."

Tanner laughs, the sound warm and rich, and I find myself smiling in response. "Ok, I'm going to wrap up on those shelves before we close," he says, turning to head back to the stockroom. As he walks away, I catch a glimpse of the way his jeans fit across his hips. I shake my head, chiding myself for getting distracted. I've got to maintain some level of professionalism, after all.

I watch as Tanner efficiently restocks the shelves, his movements quick and precise. He's got a natural talent for this kind of work, and I've been impressed with how quickly he's picked up the ropes.

I catch myself thinking that I'm not exactly helping the situation by wearing this polo with the buttons down. I mean, I can't really blame him for staring - it's my own fault, really. When I'm not in my work uniform, I do tend to wear very low-cut shirts, and my D size breasts wouldn't look particularly big on a taller woman, but on a short girl like me, they look huge. I've always been a bit self-conscious about my figure, but at the same time, I've learned to own it. Still, I wonder if maybe I should try to dress a bit more modestly around Tanner, just to avoid any awkwardness.

Work relationships, in particular, just cause problems, I think to myself. Boy, do I know about relationship problems. I got married in my early twenties, and at first, it was great. The memories of our whirlwind romance still bring a faint smile to my face. But as the newness and the excitement wore off, so did our feelings for each other. I didn't help that he couldn't match my libido, and the tension that built up between us eventually became too much to bear.

We stuck it out for almost five years, him and I. But eventually we realized it just wasn't working. We broke it off and are still friends. I get a Christmas card every now and then where he shows off his wife and kids.
I've never been able to hold down a real relationship for more than a year. The people I've dated just haven't worked out. I've had my fair share of heartbreaks, but I've always tried to move on and learn from my experiences.

Just as I'm lost in thought, the front door swings open and a huge bear of a man walks in, his broad frame filling the entrance. He's dressed in a white tee shirt, his thick beard and mustache a little unkempt. He says, "After you, mi'lady." He steps aside, revealing a woman with long, curly reddish brown hair and a bright smile. My heart skips a beat as I recognize her laughter immediately, and my eyes widen in surprise as she walks into the store.

It's Nikki, my ex.

As Nikki's eyes lock onto mine, her bright smile falters, and she looks like she's been punched in the gut. Her boyfriend, still oblivious to the tension, stumbles forward, his arm still wrapped around her waist, and slurs, "Hey, sweetheart, can we get some chew behind the counter?" He's clearly drunk, and I can smell the stench of cheap beer wafting off him from across the counter.

"Classy," I think to myself.

Nikki's eyes are glued to the floor, and I can see the shock and discomfort written all over her face. She looks like she's been caught off guard, and I can tell she's trying to process the situation.

I feel like I need to say something, it's already awkward enough. "How's it going Nikki?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady and my expression neutral.

Nikki's eyes widen in surprise, and she stammers for a moment before regaining her composure. "Hey, Nat," she says, her voice strained. "It's been a while."

I nod, trying to keep the conversation light. "Yeah, it has," I say, my eyes flicking to her boyfriend, who is still standing there, swaying slightly.

As I stand behind the counter, trying to maintain a neutral expression, my mind starts to wander back to the past. I think about Nikki and her family, who lived across the street from my mom's house. I remember her older brother, Ryan, who was my first boyfriend. He was a senior, and I was a sophomore when we started messing around. I recall the way he took my virginity, and how it felt like the whole world had changed. But what happened next is what really sets my heart racing. The summer after he graduated, Ryan joined the military, and Nikki and I... well, let's just say we picked up right where I left off with her brother.
It sounded about as fucked up then as it does now. But it's hard to argue having a fuck buddy who lives across the way, especially when you don't have a car.

Nikki is a year younger than me, but we broke it off long before I graduated. Her junior year she fell in with the wrong crowd and got herself addicted to pain meds. Her parents got her straightened out the summer in some high dollar rehab center. I never understood how her family could have afforded that and her college afterwards. I know I had some doubts about whether that was going to work out after she left the nest, but Nikki did it. In fact, she did the whole career, husband, and kids thing. But once an addict, always an addict, they say, and it got so bad that she lost all of that. I had heard that she was trying to get herself clean, but I can see that is clearly not working.

Given her choice in lifestyle, Nikki's face still hasn't changed much from when we were together in high school. She still has the cute freckled face, wide mouth, and luscious lips. But it's the lips below I am thinking of when he interrupts me.

"Um. Oslo Red," he reminds me, snapping me back to the present. I glance at the clock on the wall and sigh. It's almost closing time.

"Sure thing," I say, turning back to Nikki and her boyfriend. I grab the packet of chewing tobacco from the shelf and place it on the counter in front of them.

While he's paying, I notice the cute dress Nikki is wearing and how low-cut the top is. She is clearly trying to impress. But who? This guy? I know he's got it good. I'm sure he's getting blowies by the dozen. "Guys. Find a girl with an oral fixation and keep her," I always say. For me blowjobs are just "Meh." They are a means to an end sometimes.

I wonder if he knows his girlfriend used to be into girls or if she's kept that secret from him.

I quickly lock the door behind them and lean against it, taking a deep breath. The air is cool against my skin, and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. It's a minute before closing, and I need to finish up a few things before I can leave.

I turn around and grab the broom, starting to sweep the floor.

As I work, I can't help but think about the strange encounter with Nikki and her boyfriend. It's been years since I last saw her, and I never expected to run into her here.

Tanner and I walk out to the parking lot together, our footsteps echoing against the concrete. The night air is cool, and I shiver slightly as I lock the door behind us. We both sigh, tired after a long day of work.
"Well. Good night," Tanner says and gets in his car, starting the engine. As he drives away, I watch him go, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I'm glad to be alone, but at the same time, I'm a little disappointed that he didn't stick around.

I glance at my phone, checking the time. It's already past eleven, and I should be getting home soon. I pull out my keys from my pocket and unlock the car, climbing inside.

Perhaps, if I'm lucky, that guy I've been chatting with will be online tonight. I never seem to fail to be able to rub one out with those sessions. I don't know if it's the sexual stuff or if it's the fantasy of being taken away from all of this that gets me off more.

I drive ten minutes across town to my apartment and park the car under the car port. I sometimes visit with my Russian landlady after I get off work. I think she rented this place to me because of my name alone. But we've become fast friends, her and I. Last year I lost my mother, and she lost her husband. Both of us have been a great comfort to each other. When her kids come in to visit on the holidays, she always invites me down as one of the family.

All her lights are off tonight so I assume she is in bed already.

All the better, I think, I'm not sure whether I am in the mood for company anyway. I start walking up the steps of the red brick building to my apartment which is right above hers. I get the feeling I'm being watched, but I shake it off. Nerves after a long day, I think.

As I'm putting my key in the door, I'm thinking to myself whether I want to get on my game tonight or if I just want to go to bed, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I'd like to say it was lights out, but in fact the exact opposite happened. My eyes are suddenly assaulted by a blight light and it takes a while before I am able to take in my surroundings. I seem to now be in a room that is blinding white with only a blank white wall ahead of me.

I am sitting on a metallic chair in the center of the room. My feet, barefoot, are cuffed to the floor at the ankle causing my legs to be spread apart. My wrists are cuffed together and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. My chest heaves up and down as I take in my surroundings, trying to make sense of it all.
My heart is racing, and my breathing is heavy. I try to calm myself down, but the adrenaline rush is too strong. My mind is racing with thoughts about what exactly happened and what might happen next.
As I struggle to get free from the restraints, but I'm not able to get myself free in any way.

Minutes tick by, and still, no one comes. My body is on edge.

Finally, I hear a door open and shut, and I hear a male voice behind me.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he says, his voice deep and smooth. I try to turn around, but my restraints won't allow it. I can feel his presence looming over me.

"Don't worry," he says, reaching out to caress my cheek gently. His touch startles me and I jump. "I'm here now."
As he circles around me, I get my first glimpse of him. He's not overly tall. Taller than me. But everyone is. He is well-built, however, and has deep dark eyes. He is dressed in black leather from head to toe, which for some reason I find funny despite the situation. His tight leather pants leave no doubt he is turned on. As I draw my eyes away from his crotch and back to his face, his smirk tells me that he knows exactly what I was looking at.

Even though my mind is racing, I try to play it cool. Replying sarcastically, "Pffft. Nice outfit."

"This? Oh, this is just my usual attire," he replies, his voice deep and smooth.

He stops in front of me, leaning in close enough that I can feel his breath on my neck. "That brattiness will cost you."

I feel my resolve slowing starting to break and I blurt out, "Who are you and what do you want with me?" I demand.

He chuckles softly, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Oh, I have plans for you, alright," he whispers.

Before I can react, he grabs my chin roughly, forcing me to look into his eyes. They're dark and intense and filled with hunger.

"You're going to be my little toy," he says, his voice low and threatening. "And I'm going to do whatever I want with you."

He walks again behind me, and I struggle to see what he is doing. I see a flash of metal and I panic thinking it's knife but realize it's just a pair of scissors. In his other hand is some fabric. "We'll have question time later," he says as he wads up the fabric and stuffs it into my mouth.

He begins to cut off my pant legs one at a time very slowly. I try to yell and resist, but my restraints hold me in place, and the gag muffles my pleas. He cuts through the fabric effortlessly, revealing my white lace panties underneath.

"These are cute," he says, reaching out to touch them. His fingers brush against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine.

He walks away again, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My heart is racing, and shamefully I can feel the heat between my legs growing.

I try to shift in my seat, but the cuffs keep me in place. My shirt is still intact, but I can feel the heat from my body against the cold metal chair.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of scissors again. I look up to see him standing in front of me, holding a pair of sharp blades. My breath hitches as he approaches, his eyes dark with desire.

He begins to cut my shirt off, revealing my ample cleavage in my white lace bra. The cool air hits my exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

Then, without ceremony. He cuts my bra off, one strap at a time, teasing me as he exposes more of my body. He grabs the fabric and tosses it in the pile. His eyes roam over my naked breasts, and I can see the desire in his gaze.

Suddenly he grabs both of breasts giving them a slight squeeze. "We are going to have a lot of fun with these, aren't we?"

He licks his lips, his eyes dark with lust. "Mmm, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," he leans in close, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers, "I’m going to enjoy playing with you."

He begins to stroke my nipples and give them a little tug now and then. My nipples, already hard from the cool air, betray me by stiffening even more. I almost let out a soft little moan, but I stop myself, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. My nipples have always been the quickest way to get into my pants. My body betrays me, and he knows it. He chuckles, pleased with the effect he's having on me. He moves down my body, kissing and licking every inch of skin he exposes. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. I can't help it, I arch my back, pushing my chest towards him, craving more of his touch. He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. I moan louder, my body tingling with pleasure. He continues to explore my body, his hands roaming over my curves, igniting a fire within me.

Finally, he finishes his task and cuts my panties off revealing my now really wet pussy. He kneels down in front of me, his eyes locked on my exposed pussy. He runs his tongue along the seam of my pussy lips, teasing me. I gasp, my body tensing up. I try to close my legs and scoot away from him, but it's no use. I can't escape his hungry mouth. He slowly pushes his tongue inside me, exploring my wetness. I throw my head back, my breath coming in short gasps. He licks and sucks on my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Just as I'm about to climax, he stops. "Oh my god! Why did he stop?" I think to myself. All I can do is whimper in disappointment, my body still throbbing with need. He chuckles darkly, his eyes never leaving my pussy. "You're so close, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and threatening.

I refuse to admit it, but he can see my eyes welling up with tears of frustration. He smirks, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips. "Good," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Because you're going to stay right there."
He stands up and steps away from me, leaving me alone once again.

I'm still naked and vulnerable, restrained in the cold, sterile room. I can hear the sound of him rummaging around outside the door. He returns a moment later, holding a black trash bag. "You won't be needing these anymore," he says, his voice low and menacing. He reaches down and gathers up my discarded clothes, stuffing them carelessly into the bag. I watch him, my heart pounding in my chest, as he ties the bag up tightly and sets it aside. He turns back to me, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "You're mine now," he growls again, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I gulp, my throat dry with fear and anticipation. He smirks, clearly amused by my helplessness. He walks to the side of the room, and I hear the whirl of an electric motor. My arms, already lifted above my head, begin to be stretched more towards the ceiling. I have no choice but to stand up. My feet still firmly attached to the floor. He grabs the metal chair and slides it to the side of the room.

He steps closer, his eyes locked on mine. He reaches out and trails his fingers down my chest, teasing my nipples. I shiver under his touch. He leans in close, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"Let's get a good look at this big, beautiful backside," he teases.

I gulp, my heart racing in my chest. I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he walks around me, taking in my naked form. He stops behind me, his hands running down my arms, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

He steps closer, his body pressing against mine. I can feel his erection through his leather pants, hard and insistent against my backside. He grunts, clearly aroused by my naked form. His hands move to my hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls me back against him. I whimper, my body reacting to his touch despite my fear.

As he steps away from me again, I brace myself for what's to come. His hands once again begin caressing my ass. "Your ass is delicious, but I think it could do with some more color," he says as he walks away.

I hear the whirl of an electric motor again, and my heart races in anticipation. He lifts me even higher so that I am on my tip toes. When he returns, he's holding a leather paddle. It's thick and solid, with holes punched through the handle for grip. He smirks at my wide-eyed terror.

"Don't worry little one," he smirks. "Just a little taste. I know that this is not what you are into. Yet..." he trails off. "Soon you will come to enjoy it, I'm sure." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling my ear. "And you will beg for more." His words send shivers down my spine, but I can't deny the thrill I feel at his dominance. He steps back, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "You're mine now."

With that, he brings the leather paddle down hard on my exposed ass. The pain is immediate and intense, but I try not to show it. I grit my teeth and force myself to remain still. He watches me closely, waiting for a reaction.

"Did you like that?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. I shake my head, trying to deny the pleasure I'm starting to feel. He chuckles darkly and strikes me again, this time on the other cheek. I gasp, the sting of the blow almost too much to bear. Tears begin to well up in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.
He continues until my ass is a nice shade of pink. I can feel the heat radiating from my sore cheeks, but I don't dare move. He steps back, admiring his handiwork. "Not bad," he mutters, his eyes still fixed on my ass.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vibrator. I gulp, my heart racing in my chest. He smirks at my reaction. "Don't worry, little one," he says softly. "This won't hurt."

He presses the vibrator against my clit, and I let out a soft moan.

He smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "You like that, don't you?" he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. This time I do nod, unable to speak. He continues to tease my clit, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I try to squirm away from him, trying to get away from the intense pleasure.

Suddenly, he stops. I let out a soft cry of frustration. "Not yet," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. He pulls the vibrator away from my aching clit and stands up. I watch him, my heart racing in my chest.
He grabs the chair again and places it behind me. I once again hear the whirl of the motor, and he orders me to sit down. I sit gingerly down on the chair, my butt cheeks still a little sore from the thrashing.
"I'll be back", he smiles and leaves the room again, grabbing my discarded clothes as he goes. I hear the door click shut behind him, leaving me alone in the sterile room once more.

My body is still tingling with anticipation, despite the sting of his leather paddle. I sigh and lean back in the chair, my mind wandering to thoughts of escape. But I have no clue where I am or where I would even run to. I look down at my exposed body, my heavy breasts jiggling slightly with each breath. I bite my lip, feeling a familiar ache between my legs. I try to ignore it, focusing on finding a way out of this predicament.
I fiddle with my restraints, trying to find a way to free myself. But they're too tight, and I can't move. Time seems to stand still as I wait for him to return.

As I wait, my mind wanders to the feeling of his hand on my ass, the way the leather paddle made me gasp and squirm. I try to push the thoughts away, but I can't deny the intense arousal building inside me. There is no denying the intense pleasure I felt, but I'm still a little shamed that it affected me so. I try to push those thoughts away, focusing on the anticipation of who this mysterious man is and what he might do next.
The door clicks open, and he steps back into the room. He smirks at me, taking in my exposed body. "Well, well," he says, running his fingers over my restrained wrists. "It seems you're still quite aroused, little one." I look away, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He chuckles darkly and walks over to the chair. He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back gently. "Don't be ashamed," he whispers. "It's natural to respond to pleasure." He pulls the fabric out of my mouth. In his hand is a sport bottle that he offers to me. I shake my head "No." He shrugs and sets the bottle down on the table.

"You have some questions for me," he says more of a statement than a question, his voice low and menacing. I nod, my heart racing in my chest. "Go ahead, ask away."

I swallow hard, trying to find the courage to speak. "Who are you?" I manage to whisper. He chuckles darkly, running his fingers through my hair. "That doesn't matter, little one," he says. "All you need to know is that I'm your new master and you are going to be staying with me for a while."

I shiver at his words, my body responding to his dominance. "What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice trembling.

He chuckles darkly, his hand trailing down my back. "I told you before. I want to play with you, little one," he whispers. "To make you my perfect toy."

I try to protest, but he silences me with a kiss.

His lips are soft and warm, his tongue probing my mouth insistently. I try to push him away, but he's too strong. He pulls back, his eyes dark with lust.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I ask again, my voice trembling.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. "I've been watching you for a while now," he whispers. "I see the way you live your life, day in and day out. Stuck at a dead-end job. Always wanting... No... needing more. No family. Your only friends are on the internet. This is not a kidnapping," he chuckles. "It's a rescue."
I shudder at his words, my body trembling with fear and arousal. "What do you mean?" I ask, my voice shaking. "I'm not a damsel in distress. I can take care of myself."

He chuckles darkly, his hand trailing down my body. "Oh, I'm sure you can," he says. "But that's not what I want. I want to show you pleasure like you've never experienced before."

I shake my head. "You can't keep me here! Someone will look for me!" I say, my voice trembling with fear and desperation.

He chuckles darkly, stepping closer to me. "Not for a while they won't," he says. "You have the next three days off work, remember?"

He gives me a few moments to digest his words. How could he possibly know that? I suddenly realize just how much knows about me and I know nothing about him.

"You are the one I've been chatting with online?" I exclaim, my voice trembling with shock. "Aren't you?" He nods, his lips curling into a smile.

"Guilty as charged," he chuckles.

"I knew you were perfect for me the moment we started chatting," he purrs, his hands trailing down my body. "You were so open and honest about your desires. About how vanilla sex was becoming boring and how much you craved submission and control." He chuckles darkly, running his fingers through my hair. "I knew I had to have you."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "But this isn't what I want. I never agreed to..." I trail off. He chuckles again, his hands moving to my breasts. "Oh, I think it is," he says, his fingers squeezing my nipples roughly. I gasp at the sudden touch, my body reacting to his dominance. "I've been watching you for a while now," he whispers. "I know all about your fantasies." He leans in close, his lips brushing against mine. "And I'm going to give you everything you've been craving." His lips capture mine in a heated kiss, his tongue probing my mouth insistently.

"True, we could have discussed it beforehand. But what would have been the fun in that," he smiles. "Give me three days," he continues. "And if you don't agree this is what you want, you'll be right back in your crummy old life like nothing ever happened. Can you do that?"

It's not really like I have a choice, so I nod silently.

"Good girl," he purrs.

I shudder at his words, my heart racing in my chest. "But why me?" I whisper. "There are so many other women out there. Younger, beautiful women..."

He smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "Because you're perfect for me," he says.

"A self-proclaimed sex addict who is just now exploring her submissive side. How can you not be perfect for me? Besides, I like curves", he smirks.

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I...I don't know," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I've never..."

He chuckles darkly, running his fingers through my hair. "That's okay, little one," he says. "I'll teach you everything you need to know."

"Enough talk," he says. "Are we ready to continue?" I shake my head no. "Too bad," he chuckles as he walks to the side of the room.

Suddenly, I feel a jolt as the pulley above me starts to move. My eyes widen in terror as I realize I'm standing up again. "No! Please stop!" I plead, struggling against my restraints. But it's too late and I'm already standing again. I feel helpless and vulnerable, my body exposed and on display. The figure in black leather watches me with a predatory gaze, his hands resting on his hips.

"Please," I whimper, my voice trembling with fear and arousal. "Don't do this."

But he doesn't listen. Instead, he steps closer, running his fingers through my hair. "You're so beautiful when you beg," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

I assume he is going to paddle me again, but instead he torments me with the vibrator again. Once again frustratingly stopping before I reach climax.

At this point I'm not sure what is worse, this or the paddle. It’s maddening and I lose all resolve. "Look. I'll fuck you. I'll suck your dick. I'll do anything you want. Please let me go!" I beg. "Or at least let me cum," I say in almost a whisper.

"You will do all of those things and more, in time," he says. "But right now, that is not what I want."
He steps back, watching me with a predatory gaze. My body is on fire, aching for release. I can feel the heat building between my legs, the need for orgasm consuming me. I whimper and squirm in my restraints, desperate for him to touch me again.

"Okay," he says. "We might try something." He steps away for a time but soon returns soon enough with a metal pole. The tip of the pole has a dildo attached. "I was going to introduce this some time later. But maybe now is the right time." He proceeds to bolt one end of the pole into a ring right below me I presume was set up for this very reason. It doesn't take long before I understand what is about to happen. He slides the dildo up and into my sopping wet pussy as far as it can go, tightening a screw to hold it into place.
"We're not done yet," he says. And he walks over to the side of the room and once again I hear the whirling of machinery. I am lifted once again to my tip toes. He walks back around and further adjusts the telescoping pole so that the dildo is mostly all inside me again.

He reaches up and grabs my wrists and unhooks them from the chain.

"What are you doing?" I manage to choke out.

"Just making you more comfortable," he says.

He unhooks the metal clasp binding my wrists together, and I feel a rush of relief as my hands are finally freed.

"I'm sure those arms could use a rest," he laughs. "Besides, it's not like you are going anywhere soon."

I can see he is right. Now with my full weight on my toes, I begin to see the deviousness of it. I can't stand flat footed, otherwise I will impale myself more.

As I stand on my tiptoes, the dildo buried deep within me, I feel a wave of desperation wash over me. My arms, now freed from the pulley, hang limply at my sides. I'm doing my best to balance on my toes, but it's a losing effort, my legs trembling with the effort. The slightest movement sends a jolt of pleasure through my body, making me gasp.

The mysterious man watches me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. He seems to be savoring my discomfort, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. I try to plead with him, to beg for mercy, but my voice is barely above a whisper. "Please...".

He interrupts me, his voice low and husky. "I'll allow you to touch yourself now." He steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Go ahead, touch yourself. See if you can make yourself cum." He says it with a cruel smile.

I just stare at him blankly. I really don't want to give him this satisfaction, but the bigger part of me that is desperate for release is starting to win out. With an inward sigh, I begin to stimulate my clit with my finger.

A spark of electricity runs through my body. As my pleasure builds, I find it harder and harder to keep my balance and soon I do not care. I begin riding the dildo. Sliding it in and out as I continue to pleasure myself. I gasp, my eyes locking onto the mysterious man's, who watches me with an unblinking gaze.

The sensation is almost too much to bear, and I feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm, the mysterious man's voice cuts through the air. "Cum," he demands. The single word is like a spark to dry kindling, and my body erupts into a frenzy of pleasure. The dildo inside me seems to pulse with a life of its own, sending waves of sensation crashing through my body.

My fingers move of their own accord, stroking and teasing my clit as I hurtle towards orgasm.
My fingers move in a frenzy, stroking and teasing my clit as I cum harder than I ever have before. The waves of pleasure are so intense that I feel like I'm going to pass out.

The mysterious man watches me with a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. He seems to be savoring every moment of my orgasm, his gaze never leaving my face.

As the last waves of my orgasm subside, the mysterious man's gaze lingers on my face. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to stroke my cheek. "Good girl," he says, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

I feel a sense of relief wash over me as he reaches for the screw that holds the dildo in place and begins to loosen it. The dildo slowly slides out of me, but just enough so that I no longer must stand on my toes, it is still frustratingly holding me in place.

He bends down and unhooks my ankle cuffs from the floor. He stands up and while doing so his hand running up my thigh, teasingly close to my pussy. I shiver, my body still sensitive from the intense pleasure.
"It's called a one-bar prison," he explains. "It's one of my favorites. I like to keep my toys on display."

I gulp, my heart racing as I try to process what he's just said. He's not going to let me go, is he?
He steps back, giving me some space. I glance around the room, taking in my surroundings. The walls are painted a sterile white, and there's a small table with a chair in one corner. On the table, there's a tray with the sport bottle and a few pieces of fruit.

He walks over to the table and grabs the bottle. I reach for the bottle and gulp down the water, the cool liquid quenching my thirst. As I hand the bottle back to him, I notice a small camera mounted on the ceiling.
He walks back to the table to set down the bottle and grabs the plate of fruit. Thinking he is going to hand me the plate, I reach out, but he shakes his head "no." He takes a piece and brings it up to my mouth. But I shake my head.

"Suit yourself," he says. "But you are going to need your strength."

He sits back down. "No sense in letting it go to waste," and he eats a single piece.

I ignore him, and now that I have slightly more freedom, take in more of the room. I notice the door behind me has a keypad next to it with a little red light on top. It dawns on me that this might be some sort of high-tech locking system, and the only way out is to figure out the code. I try to remember if there were any clues in the room that could help me decipher it.

My eyes dart around the room, searching for any hint of what the code might be. I see the controls for the hoist with its green and red button. But on the side, there are some numbers on it. I strain my neck to get a better look.

He looks over at me with amusement. I try to ignore him, focusing on the numbers etched into the side of the control.

"What are you doing?" he asks. The man's eyes narrow as he studies my face.

"I'm just trying to get out of here," I say, my voice trembling. "I don't know why this happened or how I got here."

"I already told you why you are here. How you got here… that is my little secret," he says mysteriously.

"But, you are going to let me go?" I ask.

"Of course," he explains. "Just not right now."

"But why not right now? If you let me go, I promise I won't go to the police."

"You have to give me some time to show you why," he went on. "I'm not worried about the police. You think this is the first time I've done this?"

I just stare blankly at him. I keep trying to come up with something to say, but the words are escaping me now.

Obviously bored with the conversation, he pulls out his phone from his pants pocket and starts studying it, only occasionally glancing at me. I try every which way to get off dildo, but even with my hands and legs free I can't seem to find a way.

He continues to stare at his phone, and I take the opportunity to try and remove myself from the dildo again. I wiggle and squirm, trying to find a way to free myself, but it's no use. I'm stuck.

"You're not going to get anywhere like that," he says, not even bothering to look up from his phone.
I sigh in frustration, and my stomach growls. I'm hungry, and the fruit on the table looks so inviting.

"Here," he says, finally looking up from his phone. He walks over to me, a piece of fruit in his hand.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should trust him, but my stomach growls again.

"Go ahead," he says, motioning to the fruit. "Eat."

I take the fruit from him and bite into it, savoring the sweetness. It's the best thing I've tasted in a long time. As I chew, I try to figure out what to do next.

He feeds me the fruit one piece at a time until I finish all of the fruit on the plate, and he sits back down.

He starts looking at his phone again. Minutes tick by, and he makes no move to rescue me from my impalement. My legs start to burn from standing in one place for too long.

Suddenly, I break down and beg him to let me off. "Please, sir, I can't take it anymore. I need to be let off this thing."

He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. "Oh really? You didn't seem to mind it before when you were cumming all over it."

I shake my head vigorously. "It's different now, please let me off." Tears begin to well up in my eyes as the pain in my legs becomes unbearable.

"Ok," he says. "But you have to be a good girl."

I nod. I'm willing to do anything at this point. He instructs me to once again spread my legs. As he bends down to attach them once again to the floor, I think briefly about kicking him. But quickly realize that that wouldn't do me any good. So instead, I comply. He loosens the screw and slides the dildo out. I suddenly feel empty.

He walks over to the same metal chair and places it below me and instructs me to sit. I flop down into the chair exhausted. He takes my arms and puts them behind my back and clicks my wrists together again. I don't even resist.

The man looks at me with a smirk. "You're not going anywhere," he says. He strokes my hair and puts his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You're mine now. And for now, you belong to me."

With that, he leaves again, his footsteps echoing off the cold, white walls as he exits the room. The sound of the door closing behind him is like a punch to the gut, leaving me feeling hollow and alone.

I sit in stunned silence, my wrists still bound together. My mind is a jumble of emotions, trying to process everything that has happened.

Wait. Did he call me beautiful? No one’s ever called me beautiful before... Wait… why am I focusing on this?
I shake that thought from my head as I sit there, I become aware of the sound of my own breathing, the only sound in the room.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I notice that my heart is racing, and my hands are shaking. I try to focus on my breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. I close my eyes and try to imagine myself in a peaceful place, somewhere far away from this white room and the man who now controls me.
But it's no use. My thoughts keep drifting back to the man, and I can't help but wonder what he has in store for me.

As I scan the room, my eyes land on the small table where the fruit plate had been. It's now empty, except for a few crumbs and a small water droplet that has formed a tiny sphere on the surface. I stare at it, mesmerized by its perfect shape, and for a moment, I forget about my predicament. But as I continue to gaze around the room, my attention is drawn back to the cold, white walls and the metal chair I'm sitting on, and the single camera mounted in the corner, its lens trained on me like an unblinking eye. I shift my weight, trying to find a more comfortable position.

The room feels cold and sterile, and I shiver involuntarily. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching. My heart races as the door opens, revealing the man dressed in black leather. He smirks at me, his eyes dark and intense.

"Good evening, toy," he says in a deep voice. "I trust you've been behaving yourself?"
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "I... I haven't done anything," I stammer.
He chuckles softly, walking towards me with a wheeled cart. On the cart is a laptop, a shiny metal collar, and a pink g-spot vibrator. My heart races as he approaches. He stops in front of me. He reaches out a hand and gently strokes my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I try to pull away, but my wrists are still cuffed together, rendering me helpless. He smiles, seeming to enjoy my distress, and continues to stroke my hair.

"I thought you might help me out with a little side project I've been working on. I figure it is the least you could do for me, with me being such a gracious host." His voice is low and smooth, like velvet.

As he speaks, he reaches out and gently lifts the laptop off the cart, placing it on a small table beside me.
He picks up the metal collar and places it around my neck. Behind me, I hear a snap as the two ends fit together. It fits snugly but comfortably, the cool metal resting against my skin. I can feel a slight weight to it, but it's not uncomfortable. The man's fingers brush against my skin as he tests the fit of the collar.

A hint of a smile plays on his lips as he explains, "Do you like it? It's made of titanium. It has many functions. It can even give you a shock if you are bad. But don't worry. You can only be a good girl for me today." His voice is calm and measured, but I can sense a hint of excitement beneath the surface.

As he speaks, he reaches out and gently plays with the ring in the front of it, his fingers brushing against my skin. I feel goosebumps at the touch, and my eyes flicker back to his face.

He picks up the pink vibrator, its bright color a stark contrast to the sterile white of the room. He holds it delicately, his fingers wrapping around the base as he examines it for a moment. I feel a flutter in my chest as he approaches me, the vibrator held tantalizingly close to my body.

Without a word, he sticks the vibrator into my vagina, the cool plastic sliding in with ease. I feel a slight stretch, a gentle pressure, but no pain. He doesn't turn it on, instead leaving it still and silent inside me.
He sits down at the table, his movements economical and deliberate. The chair creaks softly as he settles into it. He reaches out a hand and boots up the computer, the screen flickering to life as the machine hums into action. His fingers dance across the keyboard, his eyes scanning the screen as he checks a few things. I watch, fascinated, as his face remains impassive, giving away nothing.

After a moment, he pulls out his phone again, his thumb moving deftly over the screen. With a couple of taps, the vibrator comes alive, its gentle hum filling the air.

As I watch, transfixed, he moves his thumb up and down on the screen, the vibrator responding in kind. It rises and falls in time with the movements, the gentle hum growing louder and softer in a tantalizing rhythm. I feel the vibrations deep within me, a slow-building pressure that threatens to overwhelm me. My eyes are fixed on his thumb, mesmerized by the deliberate strokes as he controls the vibrator with precision.
I look up at the man, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. He seems to be savoring every moment, every reaction, as he expertly manipulates the vibrator.

As the vibrations build to a crescendo, I feel my orgasm edging closer, my body tensing in anticipation. The man's eyes seem to gleam with excitement, his thumb moving with precision over the screen. I'm so close, I can feel it, my muscles coiling and uncoiling in a rhythmic dance. But just as I'm about to crest the wave, he cuts the vibration, leaving me hanging on the precipice. The sudden silence is jarring, and I feel a pang of frustration mixed with disappointment.

He pulls his eyes away just long enough to check something on the laptop screen. His gaze flicks down, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. "Good," he says, his voice low and even, as he nods to himself. The sound is barely audible, but it's enough to make me wonder what he's checking, what he's looking for.
He spends several minutes doing some typing, his fingers flying across the keyboard. For the time being, he's completely focused on his computer, his attention riveted on the screen. The only sound in the room is the soft clacking of the keys, a rhythmic beat that's almost soothing.

He completes typing, with a little nod of satisfaction. His eyes flicker up to mine, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. The only sound in the room is the soft hum of the computer, a gentle accompaniment to the tension that hangs in the air.

He picks up his phone again, his thumb moving with deliberate slowness over the screen. The vibrator, still lodged deep within me, springs to life once more. The hum is low and steady, a gentle thrumming that seems to vibrate through every cell in my body.

As the vibrations build, I feel my muscles begin to tense.

The man's eyes are drinking in the whole scene. He seems to be savoring every moment, every reaction, as he expertly manipulates the vibrator. The vibrations build to a crescendo, my muscles tensing in anticipation. But again just as I'm about to crest the wave, he cuts the vibration once again, leaving me hanging on the edge. I can't help but let out a frustrated sigh, my body trembling with unspent energy.

He pulls his eyes away just long enough to check something on the laptop screen. He types with just a few clicks this time and starts again.

The process repeats. He does this several times. Each time he never fails to bring me to the edge and stop. The only difference is how quickly I get there.

After some time I notice another sensation building. I feel intense pressure on my bladder. I say to the man, "You need to let me up. I need to pee."

The man's gaze shifts from mine for a brief moment, his eyes flicking down to the laptop screen. He seems to be considering my request, his fingers tapping idly on the keyboard. I can feel my bladder protesting, the pressure building with each passing second. I shift uncomfortably in the chair, my wrists still cuffed to the armrests.

"Please," I say, my voice strained. "I really need to go."

The man's fingers pause, his eyes flicking back up to mine. He seems to be weighing his options, his expression inscrutable.

He shakes his head no, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It's fine. I don't mind if you make a mess," he says.

With that, the vibrations start again, building slowly and steadily, their intensity growing with each passing moment. I can feel my muscles tensing, my body coiling and uncoiling in a rhythmic dance. I try to focus on anything else, but his gaze never wavers, and I can feel my body responding to his expert manipulation. I'm so close, I can feel it, my muscles tensing in anticipation. This time, he doesn't stop.
The orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing over me with an intensity that takes my breath away. I can feel my body trembling with pleasure, my muscles tensing and releasing as the sensation washes over me. But the pleasure is too much, and I can no longer hold my bladder.

As the warmth spreads through my legs, I feel a mix of relief and mortification. The man's gaze never wavers, his eyes seeming to bore into mine as he takes in every detail of my reaction. I can feel my face burning with embarrassment, but he just smiles, a small, satisfied smile.

The vibrator, still lodged deep within me, slows to a gentle hum, and then falls silent. He sets the phone down on the laptop keyboard, his eyes never leaving mine, and reaches out to gently pull the vibrator out and wipe my thighs with a soft cloth.

"Good girl," he says, his voice low and husky, as he gazes at me with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. "I'll bring you back something more to drink." He begins to walk away, his footsteps echoing softly in the room, but stops and turns back to me. "Almost forgot," he adds, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

He walks back to me and reaches out to pick up the vibrator from the seat. He holds it up and pushes the button on it before gently inserting it back into my pussy.

The man's eyes linger on mine for a moment, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips, before he turns and walks away. The sound of his footsteps echoes softly in the room, growing fainter with each passing moment. I'm left alone, the only sound the gentle hum of the computer and the soft rustle of my own breathing.
The vibrator, still lodged deep within me, seems to pulse with a gentle, insistent rhythm, a reminder of the man's presence and control. I try to shift uncomfortably in the chair, but my wrists are still cuffed, holding me in place.

The sudden ding of the computer makes me jump, and I feel a flutter in my chest as the screen flickers to life. "Initiating sequence," the computer announces in a detached, robotic voice. The words seem to hang in the air, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as the vibrator, still lodged deep within me, begins to pulse with a gentle, insistent rhythm.

The pulsing grows stronger, more insistent, and I can feel my body responding once again to the stimulation. My muscles tense, my breath catches, and I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me. The computer's screen flickers again, and a countdown timer appears.

Another ding pierces the air, and the computer's detached voice announces, "Subject response: Four. Higher setting activated." The words seem to hang in the air, a harbinger of what's to come. The vibrator, still lodged deep within me, kicks up with more vibration, the pulsing growing stronger and more insistent. I can feel my body responding to the increased stimulation, my muscles tensing and relaxing into the all to familiar dance of the evening.

The vibrations are more intense now, and I can feel my breath catching in my throat. My eyes are fixed on the countdown timer, the numbers ticking away with a steady, relentless beat.

The timer reaches one, and the vibrations come to a sudden halt, leaving me in a state of tense anticipation. The computer announces, "Subject response: Orgasm denied." I can feel my body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, my breath still coming in ragged gasps. I wait, my heart pounding in my chest, but the vibrations don't return. I'm left unsatisfied, my body craving the release that the vibrator had promised.

The man's footsteps grow louder, and I can hear the sound of a bottle opening and the clink of ice against glass. He returns to my side, a glass of sparkling water in his hand.

He puts the glass of water up to my mouth, and I take a few sips, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat. I'm not eager to have a similar incident like earlier, so I drink slowly, savoring the taste. As he sets the glass back down on the table, he remarks, "Isn't technology great? There have been some great advancements in artificial intelligence over the last couple of years." He pauses, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That collar that you wear is taking your biometrics: heart rate, temperature, blood pressure. All of it is being analyzed and fed into this computer."

He gestures to the laptop, the screen still displaying the countdown timer.

The man's eyes seem to gleam with excitement as he explains the technology, his voice taking on a slightly lecturing tone. "You see, the AI is designed to learn and adapt to your responses, adjusting the stimulation to optimize your pleasure and keep you on the edge." He pauses, his gaze drifting down to the vibrator still lodged inside me, and a small smile plays on his lips. "It's quite advanced, really. I've been working on it for a while now."

As he speaks, he reaches out to touch the collar, his fingers brushing against my skin and sending a shiver down my spine.

The man's fingers linger on the collar for a moment, and I can feel my heart rate quicken under his touch. He notices my reaction and gives me a knowing smile. "I see you're starting to understand," he says, his voice low and intimate.

He then turns his attention back to the laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he analyzes the data from the collar. The vibrator inside me springs to life again, its rhythm changing in response to the new settings. I can feel my body responding, my muscles tensing and relaxing as the vibrations wash over me.
I can feel the vibrations growing stronger, my body tensing and relaxing as I'm brought closer and closer to the edge.

"Just a little bit more," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he strokes as his hands move to my breasts and begin pulling on my nipples. I can feel my breath hitching in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle against my restraints.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, my heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel my muscles tightening with every pulse of the vibrator.

When the vibrator stops again, he lets go of my nipples, his fingers releasing their gentle yet firm grasp. I feel a slight pang of disappointment, but it's quickly replaced by anticipation as his hands move back to the keyboard. His eyes gleam with intensity as he hits a few keys, and the vibrator inside me springs to life once more. This time, however, it's different. The vibrations are faster, stronger, and more intense than before. I can feel my body trembling, my muscles tensing and relaxing in rapid succession as the vibrator pulsates with a frenzied rhythm.

The man's eyes never leave mine as he watches me, his gaze burning with an inner fire.
As the vibrator reaches a fever pitch, I can feel my body begin to shudder and convulse. The man's eyes seem to bore into mine, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes my skin prickle with sweat. His lips curve into a subtle smile, and he leans forward, his face inches from mine.
The air is thick with tension as he whispers, "Let go, little one. Let the pleasure consume you." His breath caresses my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I feel my body respond to his words, my muscles relaxing as I surrender to the vibrations.

The man's lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my face. I close my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as I surrender to the vibrations. I can feel my body trembling, my muscles contracting and releasing as the vibrator reaches a fever pitch.

The man's hand moves to my cheek, his fingers gently caressing my skin as he watches me. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggle to hold on.
But it's no use. My body shudders, convulsing as the vibrator reaches its peak. I can feel my muscles contracting and releasing, my breath hitching in my throat as I cry out in pleasure.

The man's lips curl into a satisfied smile as he watches me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
As the last waves of pleasure dissipate, I feel my body relax, my muscles releasing their tension. The man's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazes at me with satisfaction. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheek, his touch gentle and soothing.

The vibrator, still pulsing with a gentle rhythm, seems to be humming in harmony with my heartbeat. I can feel its vibrations echoing through my body, a pleasant aftershock that leaves me feeling languid and relaxed.
The man's hand moves to my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he gently strokes my scalp. I feel my eyes growing heavy, my body sinking into the chair underneath me. I try to fight it, but my eyelids are too heavy, my limbs too weak. With a final sigh, I give in to the darkness, surrendering to the man's touch.

As I drift off, I can feel the vibrator still pulsing inside me, its gentle rhythm lulling me into a deep and restful sleep. The man's fingers continue to stroke my hair, his touch a soothing balm that calms my racing mind.

 

I'm suddenly jolted awake by a sense of disorientation. I'm no longer in the white room, but instead, I find myself standing in a long, dimly lit hallway. The walls are made of cold, grey concrete. I look around, trying to get my bearings, but there's nothing to see. No windows, no doors, just a seemingly endless stretch of hallway.

I start to run, my feet pounding against the cold floor. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I know I need to keep moving. The hallway stretches out before me, curving slightly to the left.
The hallway doesn't seem to have an end. Every so often I come across a door, but the door is always locked, so I continue running. Finally I get to a door where I can hear the sounds of people having sex behind it. I try the door and it opens...

I wake with a start and realize I'm in bed. Or in a bed. Not my bed. I sit up suddenly. The room is dark except for a TV in the corner that is currently showing a group of people having sex. The light in the room begins to brighten and I'm able to take in my surroundings. The bottom half of each of the walls are painted a soft gray, with a solid mirror on the upper half, with no windows in sight. The bed I'm sitting on is soft and comfortable, but I'm not sure where I am or how I got here. The TV in the corner continues to show an orgy scene, the sounds muffled but still audible.

I'm sore and achy, but I don't feel any pain. I try to remember what happened last night, but my memories are hazy. I vaguely recall being in a white room, cuffed to a chair.

As I continue look around the room, the bed is in the middle of the room and while soft and comfortable, it is bare - there are no sheets or blankets to cover up my nakedness. Something I am keenly aware of as I look at my reflection in the mirrors on each of the walls. In my reflection I see that I'm still wearing the metal collar from last night. I can feel the weight of it pulling at my skin. i reach up to touch it the first time. It is completely made of metal. I try to remove it, but it's locked in place.

As I look around the room, I notice that the floor is wood and when I put my feet down it seems to be heated from underneath. It's a strange sensation, but it feels nice against my bare feet. I take a tentative step forward and feel the warmth radiate up through my soles.

A small table and chairs is in the corner of the room next to a microwave on a kitchen counter with a sink. There is also a refrigerator. In the other corner I realize that the TV is not the only screen in the room. A computer, desk, and chair are in the corner. Wait. That's my computer from my apartment in the corner! It's turned on, and there's a message waiting for me.

I race across the room to my computer, my eyes darting around the room for any signs of danger. But the only sound is the muffled moans from the TV in the corner.
I hesitantly sit down at the computer and click on the message. I feel a sudden jolt of electricity from the collar around my neck. I jerk back, my heart racing in fear.

After a few moments, the electric shock subsides, and I cautiously try again. This time, I manage to click the message without any further interference. The message reads:

Dear Toy,
I'm glad you found your computer. I thought you might like to use it to pass the time.
I hope you are enjoying your stay. You are now my property, and I will do with you as I please. You have been such a good girl so far, but remember, I have complete control over you. That little love jolt was just a reminder.
I will be away for a while, so enjoy your day. There is a list of rules on the counter by the sink. Help yourself to anything in the refrigerator and the cabinets. I've left you a special surprise for being such a good girl.
With Love, Master.

I check the internet connection with hope that I can send a message out. But sadly it is not connected. I sigh in disappointment, knowing that my chances of escaping or getting help are slim.

I take a deep breath and slowly approach the counter. The list of rules is short and simple: leave the TV alone, do not attempt to escape, and most importantly, do not harm yourself.

I open the fridge and there's a variety of food and drinks. All of the things I had in my fridge at home are here. I close the fridge and look in the cabinets and find a variety of snack foods and small boxes of cereal. I also find a package with a single cannabis gummy. I suppose this is his special surprise. On the back of the package is a sticky note with a user name and password. I guess I'll figure that out later. I put the gummy back in the cabinet. No need for that. I need my wits about me.

Attached to the room is another smaller room (no door) with a single toilet, sink, and a large shower stall with two shower heads. As I sit down to do my business, I notice the camera in the corner. Looking out in the main room I see two more. I can see that I will have absolutely no privacy while I'm here. There is no toilet paper, but there is a bidet. I skip the bidet and jump straight into the shower eager to wash off the previous day's activities.

I close the clear shower door and press a button. A dryer starts up. Very convenient, especially since my host decided not to leave me any towels.

I start the shower. As the warm water cascades down my body, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I close my eyes, letting the water massage my scalp, and take a deep breath. The air is filled with the scent of soap and shampoo, a familiar comfort in this unfamiliar place. I reach out to grab the soap dispenser, my fingers wrapping around the cool metal. I squeeze a small amount into my palm and begin to lather it on my skin. The suds feel luxurious, a small indulgence in this captivity.

As I wash, I notice the camera in the corner of the shower stall, its lens trained on me. I feel a shiver run down my spine, despite the warmth of the water.

After many minutes, I turn off the water. I feel refreshed and slightly less anxious. I instinctively reach for a towel and remember the dryer so I push the button. Warm air surrounds my body, drying me off.

I take a deep breath go back to the main room. The cool air sends a chill down my spine. I notice the collar around my neck, a symbol of my captivity.

I walk over to the cabinet, my eyes scanning the shelves for something to eat. I spot a single bowl and spoon, and my stomach growls in anticipation. I open the cabinet, ignoring the package with the cannabis gummy, and grab a box of cereal. The familiar logo on the box brings a sense of comfort, and I feel a small sense of relief wash over me.

I head to the fridge, the cool air enveloping me as I open the door. I grab the milk, feeling the chill of the carton in my hand. I close the fridge door and make my way to the table, the bowl and spoon clutched in my other hand.

I sit down at the table, the bowl of cereal in front of me, and pour the milk into it. I glance up at the screen, and my eyes widen as I take in the scene unfolding before me. A large, buxom girl is dressing in a leather outfit, her curves accentuated by the tight clothing. She looks like a dominatrix, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as I watch her.

As I take a bite of my cereal, the girl on the TV turns to a smaller girl, who is kneeling on the floor. The smaller girl is dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, complete with a plaid skirt and knee-high socks. She looks up at the dominatrix with a mixture of fear and anticipation in her eyes. The dominatrix leans down and whispers something in the smaller girl's ear, causing her to blush and nod.
The dominatrix stands up and walks over to a large chest in the corner of the room. She opens it and pulls out a riding crop.

The dominatrix holds the riding crop in her hand, running her fingers over the braided leather as she gazes at the smaller girl. The camera zooms in on the crop, the sound of the dominatrix's breathing the only noise in the room. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I watch, my eyes fixed on the screen. The dominatrix raises the crop, and I flinch, expecting her to strike the smaller girl. But instead, she simply runs the crop over the girl's cheek, the leather creaking softly.

I take the last bites of my cereal, the milk soggy and sweet in my mouth. I get up to wash my bowl and place it on the drying rack. My eyes keep darting back to the scene on the TV. The dominatrix is now lightly tapping the riding crop against the smaller girl's thighs, who is still kneeling on the floor. The girl's eyes are closed, and she seems to be enjoying the sensation. I feel a strange mix of arousal and unease as I watch.

I turn away from the TV and take a deep breath. I remind myself that I am being held captive, and that I need to keep my wits about me. But the TV is hard to ignore since it's being reflected on every mirrored wall. The dominatrix is now gently stroking the smaller girl's hair. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I turn away from the screen. I need a distraction from the scene unfolding before me.

I walk over to the computer, my bare feet making barely a sound on the floor. I sit down in the chair, running my fingers over the keyboard. All of my games are here, installed and ready to play. I try to log into my favorite game, but the user name and password don't work. Of course they don't work, it's an online game.

I stare at the computer screen, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. I glance back at the TV, where the dominatrix is now using the riding crop to gently spank the smaller girl's thighs. The girl's moans are muffled, and I can't help but feel a pang of desire in my stomach. I quickly turn back to the computer, determined to find something to distract me.

I scroll through the list of installed games, but nothing catches my eye. I glance at the clock in the corner of the screen and realize that I have been sitting here for several minutes.

I glance down at the table, my eyes scanning the surface until I remember the sticky note attached to the gummy packaging, with the user name and password scribbled on it in hasty handwriting. I push my chair back and stand up, my bare feet making a soft slapping sound on the floor as I walk over to the table. I pick up the packaging, the sticky note still clinging to the side, and peel it off. The note is small, with the words "username: toy" and "password: obey" scrawled on it in red ink.

I sit back down in the chair, the packaging still clutched in my hand, and type in the username and password. The screen flickers to life, and I'm greeted by the familiar login screen of my favorite game. As I log in, the screen transitions to the game's main menu. I feel a spark of excitement, mixed with a dash of disappointment. I have to create a new character, obviously he's set up some private server.

I look at the gummy packaging on the desk and I think, "why not?" I peel the wrapper off, the sound of the plastic tearing a sudden intrusion into the quiet of the room. I pop the gummy into my mouth, the sweet and tangy flavor exploding on my tongue. I chew slowly, savoring the taste, as I scroll through the game's menu. The dominatrix on the TV is now using a feather tickler to tease the smaller girl, who is writhing in pleasure.

I try to focus on the game, but my eyes keep drifting back to the TV, where the dominatrix is now gently caressing the smaller girl's face. The girl's eyes are closed, and her expression is one of pure bliss. I feel a pang of jealousy, wondering what it would be like to be in her place. I quickly push the thought aside, focusing on the game.

I'm taken aback by the normalcy of it all. For a brief moment, I forget about my situation and feel like I'm back in my own apartment, playing games on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

As I begin to navigate through the virtual world, it seems lonely, but the familiar sounds and graphics are a welcome distraction from my current situation. I move my character through the digital landscape, completing quests and fighting off monsters. But now the dominatrix on the TV is now using a pair of nipple clamps on the smaller girl, who is writhing in pleasure.

The dominatrix tightens the clamps, and the smaller girl cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I find myself involuntarily squirming in my chair, feeling a strange heat building between my legs. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and refocus on the game.

I continue to explore the virtual world, but the sounds from the TV continue to distract me. I hear the dominatrix whisper something in the smaller girl's ear, and she responds with a gasp. I can't help but feel a pang of envy, wishing I could experience that kind of pleasure.

I try to refocus on the game, but my mind keeps drifting back to the scene on the TV. The dominatrix is now lightly flicking the riding crop against the smaller girl's nipples, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. I find myself squirming in my chair, feeling a strange heat building between my legs. I glance down, noticing that my nipples are hard and my breathing has become shallow. I try to ignore the sensations, but it's no use. I'm completely captivated by the scene before me.

As I sit in the chair, my eyes fixed on the screen, I start to feel a warm sensation spreading throughout my body. The gummy I took earlier is beginning to take effect, and I can feel my muscles relaxing, my mind growing foggy. My hands, which had been hovering over the mouse and keyboard, suddenly abandon their posts and drift down to the space between my legs. My fingers brush against the soft skin of my thighs, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

The dominatrix is still using the riding crop to tease the smaller girl, who is now moaning loudly, her body writhing in pleasure.

As I begin to play with my clit, I feel a surge of pleasure coursing through my body. My fingers move in slow, deliberate circles, the sensation of my own touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I close my eyes, my breathing becoming shallow and quick.

The dominatrix on the TV is now using her fingers to tease the smaller girl's clit, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. I mimic the movement, my fingers moving faster and faster as I become more and more aroused.

As I continue to touch myself, the sensations build in intensity, and I feel my body begin to tremble. My fingers move faster, and I can feel my orgasm approaching. The dominatrix on the TV is still teasing the smaller girl, who is now crying out in pleasure. I feel a sense of connection to the scene, as if I'm experiencing it alongside them. My breathing becomes shallower, and my heart rate increases. I'm completely focused on the sensations in my body, and the sounds from the TV only add to my arousal.

The smaller girl is now moaning loudly, and I can feel my own orgasm building.

As the smaller girl on the TV reaches her climax, I feel my own body tense up, my muscles contracting in anticipation of my own release. My fingers move faster, the circles smaller and more intense, and I can feel the pressure building inside me. The dominatrix on the TV is now kissing the smaller girl, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, and I feel a pang of jealousy, wishing I could be the one being kissed.

My breathing becomes shallower, my heart racing with excitement, and I can feel my body start to tremble. My fingers move faster, the sensations building in intensity, and I know I'm on the verge of orgasm.

The orgasm crashes over me like a wave, my body shuddering with pleasure as I cry out, my fingers still moving in a blur. I feel my muscles clench and release, my body trembling with the force of the release. The smaller girl on the TV cries out as well, her body writhing in pleasure as the dominatrix continues to tease and touch her. I feel a sense of connection to her, a feeling of shared pleasure that I've never experienced before.

As the waves of pleasure begin to subside, I slowly remove my fingers from between my legs, I feel a sense of relief wash over me, followed by a slight feeling of embarrassment. I look around the room, taking in the stark white walls and the TV, which is still playing the porn scene. I feel a pang of self-consciousness, wondering if anyone is watching me through the cameras. I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself that I'm alone in the room.

I get up from the chair, my legs feeling slightly wobbly from the intense orgasm. I make my way to the sink, my eyes fixed on the water as I turn on the faucet.

As I splash water on my face, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, momentarily distracting me from the lingering sensations of my orgasm. I take a deep breath, letting the cool water soothe my skin, and gaze into the mirror above the sink. My eyes look back at me, slightly glazed over, and my cheeks are flushed with a warm, pink hue. I notice a few stray strands of hair clinging to my forehead, and I brush them aside, feeling a sense of detachment from my own body.

I make my way back to the computer, my eyes fixed on the screen as I sit down in the chair. The game is still open, my character standing idle in the virtual world. I reach out to move the mouse, my hand feeling a slight tremble as I click on the screen. The character springs to life, moving forward as I navigate through the digital landscape. I focus on the game, trying to distract myself from the lingering sensations of my orgasm. The TV is still playing in the background, the sounds of moaning and heavy breathing providing a constant reminder of my earlier arousal.

As I play, I feel my heart rate slow down, my breathing becoming more regular.

As I navigate through the digital landscape, my character encounters a group of NPCs engaged in a heated battle. The sound effects and music from the game fill the room, momentarily drowning out the moaning and heavy breathing from the TV. I focus on the game, my fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard as I issue commands to my character. The NPCs are quickly defeated, and my character is rewarded with a treasure chest filled with virtual gold and items.

As I open the treasure chest, the TV catches my attention again. The scene has changed, and a new couple is now on screen. The woman is tied to a bed, her wrists and ankles bound by leather straps.

I feel a surge of frustration and desperation as I gaze at the TV screen, the image of the woman tied to the bed seared into my mind. I can't take it anymore. I walk over to the TV, my legs moving with a sense of purpose, and reach out to turn it off. My fingers brush against the buttons, but as soon as I try to press them, I feel a sudden jolt of electricity from the collar around my neck. The shock is sharp and intense, making me gasp in surprise.

I stumble backward, my hand instinctively rising to touch the collar. The metal feels cool against my skin. Suddenly the computer dings again and I walk over and click the message.

Dear Toy,
You already broke the first rule. Bad girl.
Master

I switch back over to the game, my character still standing idle in the virtual world. I decide it's no use. I close the game and lay down on the bed, my eyes fixed on the TV screen. The woman tied to the bed is still looking up at the man with a mix of fear and anticipation, her eyes darting back and forth as he raises the whip. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I become more and more engrossed in the scene.

The man raises the whip, the sound of the leather cracking through the air making me flinch. My heart is racing, my breath coming in short gasps as I watch the scene unfold.

The woman's body tenses, her muscles straining against the restraints as the man brings the whip down. The sound of the impact is like a slap, making me jump.

As I watch the woman's body tense and relax with each strike of the whip, I feel my own body responding to the scene. I can't help but reach down between my legs, my fingers finding their way to my wetness. I begin to masturbate again, my body responding to the sensations on the screen.

I close my eyes, my fingers moving in rhythm with the whip cracking on the TV. I can feel the tension building in my body, my breath coming in short gasps as I get closer and closer to another orgasm.

As I reach the peak of my arousal, my body tenses and my fingers move more rapidly, the sensation building to a crescendo. I feel my heart racing, my breath coming in short gasps, and my skin tingling with pleasure. The sound of the whip cracking on the TV seems to synchronize with the rhythm of my fingers, and I feel myself being drawn into the scene, my body responding to the primal, visceral sounds.

My orgasm hits me like a wave, washing over me and leaving me breathless. I feel my body relax, my muscles releasing their tension, and my fingers slowing to a stop.

As the waves of pleasure subside, I slowly remove my fingers from between my legs, feeling a sense of relief wash over me, followed by a slight feeling of embarrassment as I look again at the cameras that are trained on me.

As I lay there, I become aware of the softness of the bed beneath me, and my eyes start to feel heavy. I blink a few times, trying to keep them open. But soon, I can no longer resist the pull of sleep.

I wake a short time later. I sense him sitting in a chair watching me sleep. I can feel his gaze on me, even with my eyes closed. I don't know how long he has been there. I keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, trying to gather my thoughts. I can feel my heart racing, my breath shallow and quick. I wonder what he is thinking, what he wants from me.

I can hear the sound of his breathing, slow and steady, as he watches me. I can feel his eyes on me, taking in every detail of my body.

"I can tell you are awake," he chuckles. I slowly open my eyes, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of my heart. His gaze is fixed on me, his eyes piercing as he takes in every detail of my face. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I meet his stare, my eyes darting away for a moment before returning to his.

He's sitting in a chair beside the bed and his hands clasped together in his lap. He is no longer wearing the leather outfit from before. Just a regular button up shirt and pants. He looks relaxed, but I can sense the tension underlying his calm demeanor.

As I meet his gaze, I feel a flutter in my chest, my heart racing with anticipation. He regards me for a moment, his eyes seeming to bore into my very soul. Then, without warning, he reaches out and touches my breast. His fingers are cool and gentle, but they send a spark of electricity through my body.

"You really are lovely," he says, his voice low and husky. His eyes never leave mine as he speaks, his gaze holding me captive. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks as I try to process the sensation of his touch.

His fingers dance across my skin, tracing the curve of my breast.

He withdraws his hand, and I feel a sudden sense of loss, as if a part of me has been left exposed. "We'll play later," he says, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. "I believe a tour is in order." He stands up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and gestures for me to follow him.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to expect, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

He gestures for me to follow him, and I do, my bare feet making barely a sound on the heated floor.

We walk out of the room, and I find myself in a long, dimly lit hallway. The walls are made of concrete, and the air is cool and damp. I can hear the sound of my own breathing, and the soft rustle of his clothes as he moves.

The hallway stretches out before us, lined with doors on either side.

He leads me down the hall, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. We approach one of the doors, and he stops, turning to face me. "Most of these rooms are empty for now, except this one," he says, gesturing towards the door. "You've been in this one before."

I look at him, unsure of what to say. The last time I was in that room, I was bound and helpless and at his mercy. I remember the feeling of his hands on my body, the sensation of the paddle against my skin.

We walk into a larger carpeted room, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an unforgiving glare on the space. The room is sparse, with a large wooden desk at its center, behind which sits a high-backed leather chair. The walls are lined with bookshelves, their contents neatly arranged and organized. The air is thick with the scent of old books and leather.
"Welcome to my office," he says, his voice low and smooth, as he gestures for me to enter. I step inside, my eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail. The desk is spotless and there are three large computer screens.

As I step further into the office, my eyes are drawn to the screens that sit atop the desk, their sleek surfaces reflecting the fluorescent light above. The screens are arranged in a triangular formation, each one angled slightly towards the center of the desk. He gestures for me to approach the desk.

I feel a sense of trepidation as I draw closer to the screens, unsure of what I will see, my eyes are met with a familiar sight. On one of the screens, I see a video feed of the room I was just in, the bed and the TV and the computer all visible in crisp, high-definition detail. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I realize that he has been watching me, even when I thought I was alone. The feed is live, and I can see myself standing in this very office, reflected back at me from the screen.

He gestures to the screen. "I like to keep an eye on my property," he says, his voice low and smooth.

"How much did you see?" I ask. His eyes seem to gleam with amusement as he responds, his voice low and smooth. "Enough," he says, his gaze never leaving mine. "I saw you watching the video on the TV,

I saw you touch yourself, and I saw you cum... twice" He pauses, his eyes glinting with intensity. "I saw everything, Toy."

I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I realize the extent of his surveillance. I try to look away, but his gaze holds me captive, forcing me to confront the reality of my situation.

"I saw you also touch the TV. Do you not like my entertainment?" he asks. I shake my head, "It's... it's fine," I lie, fearful of what might happen if I say yes.

"Good. I've perfectly curated it just for you and I would be very upset if you weren't appreciative. Also, you must follow the rules while you are here."

Honestly, it's not anything more than what I would watch in my apartment at home, late at night, but I'm just not sure about being subjected to it 24/7.

"Come along," he says as he guides me to the hallway. His hand rests on the small of my back, his fingers splayed across my skin like a brand. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he propels me forward, his touch igniting a spark of anticipation within me. As we walk, the fluorescent lights above seem to flicker in time with my racing heart, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

We step back into the dimly lit hallway, the sudden change in lighting making me blink. His hand remains on my back, his grip firm but gentle, as he steers me towards a door at the far end of the hall.

He opens the door, and the smell of chlorine immediately hits me, a pungent and familiar scent that transports me to memories of summer afternoons spent lounging by the pool. The room beyond the doorway is a revelation, a sprawling space filled with the gentle lapping of water against the sides of an indoor pool. The pool itself is a deep, sparkling blue, and the attached hot tub bubbles and churns, releasing a misty veil of steam into the air.

As I take in the luxurious pool area, my thoughts are interrupted by his voice. "Do you like it?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. I turn to face him, unsure of how to respond. The pool is breathtaking, but the thought of sharing such an intimate space with him makes me uneasy.

"It's very nice," I finally say.

He smiles, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "I'm glad you like it," he says, his voice warm and inviting. "I thought you could use some relaxation, after everything that's happened."

"I... I don't swim very well," I stammer, my eyes fixed on the pool's calm surface. His smile widens, and he takes a step closer to me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't worry, Toy," he smiles. "The water is shallow. But, if you'd prefer, I can hold you."

As I hesitate, his eyes seem to gleam with amusement. "The collar is waterproof," he reassures me, his voice low and soothing. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a flutter in my chest.

His touch is gentle, yet it sends a spark of electricity through my body. I try to step back, but my feet seem rooted to the spot. His eyes gleam with amusement as he takes a step closer to me, his voice low and soothing. "Don't worry, Toy," he says. "I won't let anything harm you. You are safe when you are with me."

With a fluid motion, he begins to undress, his hands moving deftly as he unbuttons his shirt. I watch, transfixed, as the fabric parts to reveal a chiseled chest, the muscles defined and toned.

As his hands move to his waist, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants, I feel a flutter in my chest. The sound of the zipper sliding down seems to echo through the room, and I'm transfixed by the slow reveal of his body. His pants slide down his hips, pooling at his feet, and he steps out of them with a fluid motion. I'm struck by the sight of his muscular legs, the definition of his thighs and calves evident even in the dim light of the pool area.

He takes a step closer to me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly lowers them, revealing his toned and muscular body. He is now naked, and I can't help but stare at him, my eyes drawn to the curve of his muscles and the trail of hair that leads down to his groin.

He slips into the pool, and turns to face me. "Come on in," he says, his voice low and inviting. "The water's perfect."

As I stand there, frozen in uncertainty, His eyes seem to bore into my very soul, as if willing me to take the next step. The water's edge laps gently at his chest. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I hesitate, my mind racing with the implications of what I'm about to do.

With a sense of trepidation, I take a deep breath and slip into the pool, body sinking into the warm water. The sensation is like a gentle caress, enveloping my skin in a soothing warmth that seems to seep into my very bones.

As I sink deeper into the water, I feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me. My eyes drift downward, and I gaze at my breasts, floating effortlessly on the surface of the water. The gentle lapping of the water against my skin creates a soothing melody, and I feel my muscles relax, one by one. I realize, with a start, that this is the first time I've ever swam in a pool naked. The sensation is both liberating and terrifying, like shedding a skin I've worn for years.

As I float in the water, I'm acutely aware of my body's imperfections. My thighs are a bit too thick, my stomach a bit too soft. I'm not the type of woman who would ever feel comfortable at a nudist resort, and yet, here I am, naked and vulnerable in front of him. I try to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the sensation of the water lapping against my skin, but I can feel my face growing hot with embarrassment.

He seems to sense my discomfort, and he swims closer, his eyes locked on mine. "You're beautiful, Toy," he says, his voice low and soothing. "Every inch of you is perfect."

As his words wash over me, I feel a sense of calm settle into my chest. He swims closer, and I can feel the warmth of his body radiating towards me. He reaches out and gently wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a gentle embrace. I feel a sense of vulnerability as my naked body presses against his, but his warm skin and soothing touch seem to melt away my doubts.

As he holds me in his arms, I feel my head tilt back, my eyes drifting upwards to meet his. His gaze is soft and gentle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles.

As his arms hold me close, I feel a sense of tranquility wash over me. The warmth of his body seeps into mine, and I relax into his embrace. He gently rocks me back and forth, the motion creating a soothing melody that seems to lull my doubts to sleep.

"You have to admit," he says, his voice low and husky, "this is nice." His breath whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Cost me a fortune," he continues, "but it's worth it."

He kisses me, his mouth gentle and soft, yet possessive and demanding. I feel my lips part, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and his tongue slips inside, exploring the contours of my mouth.

The water around us seems to fade into the background as our lips move in perfect sync. I feel his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer, and I melt into his embrace. The kiss is like a slow-burning fire, igniting a passion within me that I've never felt before.

His lips move from mine, trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I gasp as he reaches the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, nipping at the skin with his teeth. His hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples, and sliding down my sides.

I feel a rush of pleasure as he touches me, my skin tingling with anticipation. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, feeling his hardness against my stomach. His fingers explore my core, and I moan as he finds my most sensitive spots. He knows exactly what I need, and he gives it to me in abundance. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my breath hitching in my throat as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me wanting more.

"You're going to be quite the catch for me, toy," he says, his voice low and commanding.

He steps out of the pool, his muscular body glistening with water droplets. He walks over to the hot tub and turns on the jets, creating a soothing massage of warm water. On the table grabs a bottle of champagne and pours it into two flutes and sets them down next to the hot tub.

"Come. Let's talk for a while," he says, holding out his hand to me. I hesitate for a moment, but then I take his hand and step into the hot tub. The warm water envelops me.

"I really do hope you like it here," he says, his voice deep and reassuring. "I've invested a lot of time and money into making this place comfortable."

I nod, still trying to process everything that has happened. "It's... different," I manage to say, my voice shaking slightly.

He chuckles softly. "I know it can be overwhelming at first."

I glance around the hot tub, taking in the dim lighting and the plush seats.

The warm water feels good against my skin. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

"How long do I have to stay here?" I ask, my voice still shaking slightly.

He smiles gently at me, his eyes softening. "Just another day, and then you will be free," he says, reaching out to caress my cheek. "I promise."

I nod, trying to believe him. A part of me wants to trust him, but another part is still afraid. This situation is so different from anything I've ever known.

"Can I at least use my phone?"

He smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Of course, toy. But who would you call?"

I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with possibilities. I know she could call the police.

"I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just need to... to check in with someone."

He raises an eyebrow, his gaze intense. "Who?" I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. "My... my boss. At the store." He smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "What if they need me at the store?" I bit my lip, feeling a surge of panic. "I don't know. I just... I need to check in."

He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "I don't think that's a good idea, toy. You're mine now for now. No one else can have you."

His eyes sparkle with amusement as he settles back into the hot tub. "You know, toy, I've worked very hard to build my fortune," he says, his voice low and smooth. "This house, for instance, is one of my favorite investments. I've spared no expense in making it a sanctuary, a place where I can escape the stresses of the world."

"But if you're so rich, couldn't you have any girl you want?" I ask. His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze piercing as he regards me. He takes a slow sip of the champagne he had poured for himself earlier, the bubbles rising to the surface of the glass like tiny, shimmering diamonds.

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, toy," he says, his voice low and husky. "I don't want just any girl. I want someone who is... unique. Someone who has a certain spark, a certain fire that sets my soul ablaze."

He continues, "True, there are beautiful women who would do anything to be my partner. To share in my wealth. But they are merely a snack compared to you. You, my dear, are a feast."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his enigmatic statement. "A feast?" I repeat. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he sets his champagne glass down on the edge of the hot tub. He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Yes, a feast," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "A delicacy that I've been searching for, for a very long time."

I slow digest his words, my mind racing with the implications of his statement. "So, what? Are you going to eat me? Are you a vampire or something?" I ask, trying to keep my tone light despite the growing unease in my chest.

He chuckles, the sound low and husky, and shakes his head. "No, nothing quite so... literal," he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But I do plan on savoring you, in my own way."

He looks at the still full champagne flute and then looks at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he urges me to drink. I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should indulge, but his gaze is persuasive. I reach out and take the flute, feeling the cool glass against my skin. The champagne bubbles rise to the surface, releasing a delicate fragrance that teases my senses. I bring the flute to my lips, feeling the rim touch my skin, and take a sip. The champagne is crisp and refreshing, with a hint of sweetness that lingers on my palate.

I start to feel a subtle relaxation spreading through my body. The warm water of the hot tub and the gentle bubbles seem to be working in tandem with the champagne to ease my tension. He notices the change in me and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Feeling a bit more at ease, toy?" he asks, his voice low and soothing.

I nod, taking another sip of the champagne. The sweetness is starting to get to me, but I'm determined to keep my wits about me.

"So," I say, trying to sound casual, "what do you like to do in your free time?"

A hint of a smile plays on his lips as he leans back against the edge of the hot tub. "In my free time, I enjoy... indulging in various hobbies," he says, his voice low and measured. "I'm a bit of a gamer, among other things." He pauses, studying my reaction, and I feel a spark of surprise ignite within me.

I turns out he's a fan of a lot of the RPG's I'm interested in, including my favorite MMO. We spend quite some time just talking about this and after a while I relax even more. I feel like I'm just geeking out with a fellow nerd. I drink more of the champagne and before I know it, the flute is empty.

As he rises from the hot tub, water cascades down his chiseled physique, creating a mesmerizing display of rivulets and droplets that catch the dim light of the room. He steps out of the tub, his movements fluid and deliberate, and pads across the floor to the champagne cooler. The sound of his footsteps is muffled by the soft music playing in the background, my gaze drawn to the confident stride of his legs.

He opens the cooler, and the soft clinking of glasses and the hiss of the champagne bottle being opened create a soothing melody that seems to lull me deeper into relaxation.

He returns to the hot tub, his muscular form glistening with water droplets. He gracefully climbs back into the tub, causing the water to ripple around him. He reaches out and hands me the champagne flute, his fingers brushing against mine as I take it from him. I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body at his touch, and I can't help but shiver.

"Cold?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"No, just... a chill," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, I see," he says, his voice low and husky. He leans back against the edge of the hot tub, his gaze still fixed on me. I can feel his eyes studying me, and I can't help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze. I take another sip of the champagne, feeling the bubbles tickle my nose.

"What other kinds of games do you like to play?" I ask, trying to steer the conversation away from the intense atmosphere that has been building between us.

"Oh, I like all sorts of games," he says, his voice light and playful. "But I have a particular fondness for strategy games."

I sit and listen to him talk and sip my champagne. It's not really a genre I'm into.

His hand drifts underwater, his fingers brushing against my leg. I feel a jolt of surprise, my heart skipping a beat as his hand comes to rest on my thigh, just above the knee. I jump, my muscles tensing involuntarily, and his eyes flicker to mine, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths.

"Sorry," I murmur, trying to play it cool, but my voice comes out a little breathless. His hand remains on my thigh, his fingers warm and gentle, but I can feel the weight of his touch, the subtle pressure that seems to be drawing me in.

"Perhaps it's time to get out. I'm feeling a bit waterlogged," he says, his voice low and smooth, as he gently lifts his hand from my thigh. I feel a slight pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch, but I nod in agreement, my skin feeling soft and pruny from the prolonged soak in the hot tub.

He smiles and stands up, water cascading down his body as he steps out of the tub.

He reaches his hand down and helps me out of the tub, his fingers wrapping around mine in a warm, gentle grasp. I feel a spark of electricity as our skin touches, and I'm acutely aware of the water droplets clinging to my skin as I rise up out of the tub.

The air envelops me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. His hand remains wrapped around mine, his fingers exerting a subtle pressure that draws me closer to him.

He gently tugs me towards a large shower area big enough for two, with multiple showerheads and a bench in the corner, inviting relaxation. He ushers me inside.

The showerheads above us spring to life, releasing a soothing cascade of water that washes away the remnants of the hot tub. He reaches for a bottle of shower gel on the wall-mounted dispenser.

He squeezes a small amount of gel onto his palm, and the sweet, floral scent wafts up, mingling with the steam rising from the shower. The sound of the water cascading down around us creates a soothing melody, and I feel my muscles relax, my tension easing.

His hands begin to move, his fingers massaging the gel into a rich lather. He steps closer, his body inches from mine, and I can feel the warmth of his skin radiating towards me.

His hands move in slow, deliberate circles, working the lather into my skin. I close my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as I relax into his touch. I can feel the tension in my muscles melting away, replaced by a deep sense of warmth and comfort.

His hands pause on my skin, and he gently turns me towards the showerhead, the warm water cascading down my body, rinsing away the soap. "Rinse off," he says, as he steps back. I feel a slight pang of disappointment as his hands leave my skin, but I nod, letting the water wash away the soap.

As I rinse off, he begins to lather himself up, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles, working the soap into a rich lather. I watch, mesmerized, as he washes himself, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.

As he finishes washing himself, he steps under the showerhead, letting the warm water rinse away the soap. I watch, still mesmerized by the way the water cascades down his body, as he tilts his head back, letting the water wash over his face. He blinks open his eyes, and our gazes meet, the intensity of his stare making my heart skip a beat.

He turns off the shower and reaches for a small panel on the wall. The familiar sound of dryers kicks in as it gently dries the water from our skin.

"Very eco-friendly I suppose," I say as I watch the dryers gently blow warm air across our skin. His eyes flicker towards me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he steps closer.

"Indeed," he replies, as the dryers continue to hum softly in the background.

He pushes the button on the wall to turn the dryers off, and the soft hum of the machines ceases, plunging the shower area into a sudden silence. The stillness is almost palpable, and I feel a sense of anticipation building in the air. His hand, still warm from the shower, reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin and sending a shiver down my spine.

As he touches me, I feel a spark of electricity run through my body, and my heart begins to beat faster.

"You've had a long day," he says. "Off to bed." He doesn't bother to dress again. Instead, he guides me back down the hall and opens the door to my room.

As we enter my room, He guides me to the bed, his hand still wrapped around mine. I can feel the warmth of his touch, the subtle pressure that draws me in. I sit down on the edge of the bed, and he stands in front of me.

He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing my hair from my face. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I can feel the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms as they wrap around me.

He pulls back, his eyes searching mine. He is still naked and standing in front me, his cock is rigid and standing at attention. I resist the urge to reach out and touch it.

As I sit on the bed, my eyes are still locked on his rigid cock, my mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events. But before I can even think of reaching out to touch him, he says, "Good night," and quickly turns around to walk out of the room. I watch, mesmerized, as his naked back disappears from view, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves.

The sound of the door closing behind him is like a slap in the face, jolting me out of my trance-like state. I look up to see the door shut, and my eyes are drawn to the keypad on the wall as the light above it switches from green to red. I am once again locked in.

The lights in the room begin to slowly dim, so that the only light in the room is the TV screen. The sound is off, but the now familiar sight of naked people still grace it's surface. I lie down in the bed and look up at the little red lights on the various cameras in the room. I know he is probably watching, but at this point I do not care, the intensity of the night is too much, I need some release. I watch the scene play out on the TV, a young man is passionately kissing a young petite girl. I begin to touch myself, taking in the scene.
As my orgasm builds, I pay less and less attention to the screen and think more and more about my captor. Before long, he is all I can think about. When I finally crest over the edge, and fall asleep, it is only him in my mind.

 

I wake with a start, my heart racing as I sit up in bed. The sound that jolted me awake is still echoing in my mind - the soft chime of my computer, signaling that another message is waiting for me. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My feet dangle in the air, feeling for the floor as I try to get my bearings. The room is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the computer and the muted glow of the TV screen, showing yet another porn scene.

I tentatively open the message, my eyes scanning the screen for any sign of what's to come. My heart is still racing from the sudden wake-up. I hesitate for a moment, my finger hovering over the mouse, the memory of the shock collar's unpleasant jolt is still fresh in my mind. Finally, I click on the message. The screen flickers to life, and I'm met with a simple, yet ominous, message: "Good morning, toy. I trust you slept well. You have ten minutes to make yourself presentable and kneel on the mat by the door. -Master."

As I read the message, the screen suddenly changes, and a countdown timer appears, displaying the remaining time in bold, red numbers: 09:59. I feel a surge of anxiety as I realize I need to act quickly.

My eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of what I'm supposed to do. That's when I notice it - a small, black mat placed neatly on the floor by the door. It wasn't there before, and I'm certain of it.

I think for a brief moment, "Fuck him! I'm not doing that!" But then I remembered the collar around my neck and what happens when I don't obey.

I spring into action, my heart racing with the countdown timer ticking away in the back of my mind. I quickly make my way to the bathroom, the fluorescent light above the sink flickering to life as I enter. I hastily use the toilet, trying to calm my racing thoughts as I take care of my business. As I flush the toilet, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my eyes looking wild and my hair disheveled from sleep. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I turn on the shower.

As the warm water cascades down my body, washing away the remnants of sleep and calming my frazzled nerves, I take a moment to collect my thoughts. I close my eyes, letting the gentle pressure of the water massage my scalp, and try to calm my racing heart. The countdown timer is still ticking away in the back of my mind, but I push it aside, focusing on the sensation of the water on my skin. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and slowly exhale, letting my tension melt away.

I open my eyes, and my gaze falls on the shower gel dispenser on the wall. I reach out, my hand closing around the cool plastic, and squeeze a small amount of gel into my palm.
I rub the gel between my palms, feeling the cool, slippery texture as I work it into a lather. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafts up, calming my senses as I begin to wash my body. My hands move in slow, deliberate motions, scrubbing away the remnants of sleep and the lingering anxiety of the countdown timer. I take a deep breath, letting the warm water and soothing scents wash over me, and try to clear my mind. I know what I need to do, and I know I must do it quickly.

I turn on the shower dryers and I quickly dry off, my mind still focused on the countdown timer. I glance at the mirror, my reflection revealing a sense of urgency in my eyes. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, hastily brushing my teeth as I prepare myself for what's to come.

As I spit out the toothpaste, I hear the soft chime of the computer again. I rush over to the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The countdown timer now reads 04:32, and I know I have to move quickly.

I quickly run a comb through my hair, trying to tame the tangles as best I can. I take one last look in the mirror, checking my appearance. I quickly eat a breakfast bar, take a deep breath, and make my way to the door.

As I approach the mat, I can feel my heart racing. I kneel down, trying to make myself as small and unassuming as possible. I lower my head, my eyes closed, as I wait for my master to arrive.

I can hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and I know I have only seconds left. I focus on my breathing, trying to stay calm and composed.

The sound of the footsteps grows louder, and I can feel the vibrations of each step through the floor. My heart is racing, and my breath catches in my throat as I wait for the door to open. The handle turns, and the door creaks open, revealing the dim light from the hallway. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what's to come.

"Good morning, toy," a low, smooth voice says. I open my eyes to see my him standing in the doorway, a leash held loosely in his hand. The leash is made of black leather, and it looks sturdy. His eyes seem to gleam with amusement as he takes in my kneeling form, and I feel a flush rise to my cheeks.

As he reaches my side, he gently lifts my chin with his free hand, his fingers brushing against my skin with a soft caress. He takes the leash and clamps it to the ring of my collar. He pulls on it slightly giving me the unspoken command to stand.

He smiles at me. "I am happy to see that you followed my instructions," he said. "Though, I guess you gathered what would happen if you did not."

He trails his fingers down my neck, and I shiver involuntarily. I can feel the collar around my neck, tightening slightly as he speaks.

"I'm glad you understand," he says, his voice low and husky. "Because I have a special surprise for you today."

He pulls out a small, black box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a delicate silver chain with nipple clamps attached at both ends.

As he holds out the box, the silver chain glints in the dim light of the room, and I can see the delicate curves of the nipple clamps. My heart skips a beat as I realize what they are, and my nipples start to ache just out of anticipation. He smiles again, his eyes glinting with amusement, and I can sense a thrill of excitement emanating from him.

He reaches out with his free hand and gently takes one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling it gently back and forth. I feel a jolt of sensation, and my breath catches in my throat. He releases my nipple and picks up one of the clamps, holding it poised over my breast.

When he attaches the clamp to my nipple, and I feel a surge of sensation as the metal bites down, sending a shiver running down my spine. The clamp is cold to the touch, and I can feel the weight of it pulling gently on my nipple, causing it to pucker and harden. He repeats the process with the second clamp, attaching it to my other nipple with a soft click.

As he steps back to admire his handiwork, I can feel the clamps pulling on my nipples, sending waves of sensation coursing through my body. I look down to see the silver chain glinting in the dim light, the clamps attached to my nipples like tiny, metallic flowers.

He pulls on the leash to lead me out into the hall, and I follow him, my eyes fixed on the floor as I try to process the sensations coursing through my body. The nipple clamps are sending waves of pleasure and pain through me, and I can feel my nipples throbbing with each step. The leash is gentle, but firm, and I can sense his control over me as he guides me through the hallway.

As we walk, I notice the sound of my own breathing, and the soft jingling of the leash as it moves against my skin. The hallway is dimly lit, with soft, warm lighting that seems to envelop us in a cocoon of intimacy.

As we walk into his office, I'm immediately struck by the familiar surroundings. The large, wooden desk sits in the center of the room, with the monitors. The bookshelves lining the walls are still filled with leather-bound tomes, and the soft, warm lighting casts a cozy glow over everything. But my gaze is drawn to the one thing that's different - a Saint Andrew's cross standing tall on the far side of the room.
The cross is made of sturdy, black metal, with thick straps and cuffs attached to each limb. It looks sturdy, and I can imagine the weight of a person's body straining against it.

He says, "As fun as it was to watch you yesterday through the cameras while I work, I think today it might be fun to have an in-person show." He says, and I can feel the vibrations of his words resonating deep within my chest. He takes a step closer to me, the leash still held loosely in his hand, and I can sense the weight of his gaze upon me.

He gestures to the Saint Andrew's cross, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "Let's get you settled in, shall we?" he says as he leads me to the cross, the leash still held loosely in his hand.

As we approach the cross, I can see the thick straps and cuffs attached to each limb, and I feel a surge of trepidation mixed with curiosity. He stops in front of the cross and turns to face me, his eyes locked on mine. "Hold out your arms," he instructs, his voice firm but gentle.

I hesitate for a moment, my arms trembling slightly as I consider the request. Slowly, I raise my arms, holding them out to the sides as he instructed.
He takes a step closer and lets go of the leash. It gently falls between my cleavage resting on the chain causing the clamps to pull more on my nipples. The change is slight, but in my heightened state, noticable.

His hand reachs out to grasp my wrist. His touch is warm and firm, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body as he wraps the strap around my wrist, securing it with a soft click.
As he secures the strap around my wrist, I feel a subtle tug on my skin, a gentle reminder of the restraint that's being imposed upon me. His fingers brush against mine, sending a shiver down my spine as he adjusts the strap to fit snugly around my wrist. The sound of the click is soft, but it's enough to make me feel a sense of finality, as if I'm being bound to this moment, to this cross, and to him.

He steps back, his eyes roving over me, taking in the sight of my arms stretched out to the sides, my wrists bound to the cross.

"You look beautiful," he says softly, his voice reverberating around the room.

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. My heart is racing, and I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. I try to speak, but no words come out.
He smiles at me, a predatory smile that sends shivers down my spine. "Don't worry, my toy," he says, his voice low and soothing. "I won't hurt you. I just want to play with you for a while."

He reaches out to stroke my cheek, his touch soft and gentle, but I can sense the tension in his body, the barely contained hunger in his eyes.

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice, but it's caught in my throat. My heart is pounding, my mind racing as I try to process what's happening. I'm bound to a cross, at the mercy of a man I barely know, and yet...there's something about him that draws me in, that makes me want to submit to him.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "You're mine now, toy. And I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

His warm breath tickles my skin, giving me goosebumps.

He pulls away, his eyes gleaming with a predatory look as he turns and walks towards the desk in the corner of the room. I watch him go, my eyes following the movement of his muscular back and the way his hips sway with each step.

He sits down at the desk, the chair creaking softly under his weight. He pulls out a stack of papers and begins to work, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he types away. The clicking of the keys echoes through the room, mixing with the sound of my own ragged breathing.

I stand there, bound to the cross, my eyes fixed on him as he works.

The feeling of being exposed and vulnerable is both exhilarating and terrifying. I notice the nipple clamps less and less. Only when I move slightly, do they tug at my sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of pain through my body.

He types away, his fingers flying across the keyboard, occasionally taking sips of his coffee. The sound of the keys clicking fills the room, along with the soft sound of my breathing. I try to move, to shift my weight, but the leather straps holding me in place are too tight.

After a while, it becomes monotonous and I forget myself and let out a yawn. Suddenly, he looks up from his work and smiles at me.

"Am I boring you?" he asks.

I shake my head quickly, trying to dispel the thought that I might be bored with him. "No, of course not," I stammer, my voice sounding weak and uncertain.

He chuckles softly. "It's okay," he says, reaching out to stroke my cheek again. "Because I was planning on giving you something to do."

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I try to read his intentions in his eyes. He stands up from his chair, opens his desk drawer, and pulls out a large plug in vibrator and a large roll of medical tape.
He smirks at me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory look as he approaches me with the vibrator.

"What are you planning to do with that?" I ask, my voice trembling with fear and anticipation.

"Well, toy," he says, his voice deep and commanding, "I think it's time you entertained me."

He approaches me, the vibrator in his hand, and I tense up, unsure of what to expect. He tapes the vibrator to my leg so that the end is pressed up against my clit, the cold plastic against my sensitive skin sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasp as he turns on the vibrator and the vibrations already start to build up inside me. He smirks at me, his eyes gleaming with a predatory look as he tapes the vibrator firmly in place. "You're going to give me a show, toy," he says, his voice low and seductive.

"You remember how I explained the biometrics in the collar?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing. "We are going to see how long we can keep you on the edge today."

I nod, my heart racing as I feel the vibrations starting to build up inside me. He walks back to his desk and sits down. The vibrations increase in intensity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I try to focus on what he's doing, but it's impossible. All I can think about is the building pressure between my legs. I glance down, watching as the plug vibrates against my skin, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

The intensity of the vibrations increases, and I feel my body start to tremble with anticipation. I can't believe what he's doing to me, but I have to admit, it's incredibly arousing.

He leans back in his chair, watching me intently. I can feel his gaze on me. I try to meet his eyes, but I can't look away from the vibrator. The pressure builds inside me, becoming almost unbearable.
I bite my lip hard, trying to stifle a moan that threatens to escape my lips. My hips move slightly, grinding against the vibrator, and the sensation of it rubbing against my clit is almost too much to bear. I let out a soft gasp, my body trembling with pleasure.

"Are you enjoying yourself, toy?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. "I can see how much you're enjoying it. You're doing so well."

I nod, unable to form any words. The vibrations are becoming more intense, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

My breath hitches, and my body tenses as I feel the familiar sensation building up inside me. I bite my lip, trying to contain the moans that threaten to escape. My hips move involuntarily, grinding against the vibrator, and I can feel the pressure building up inside me. The room seems to spin around me, and all I can focus on is the sensation of the vibrator against my skin.
Suddenly, the vibrations stop, and I let out a soft whimper. He chuckles softly as I gasp for air, my body still trembling with pleasure.

"Well done, toy," he says, standing up from his chair.

He walks over to me, his eyes filled with pride and admiration. "You've been such a good girl for me."

I nod, still trying to catch my breath. The room feels warm and intimate, and I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.

"How many more times do you think we can edge you?" he asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I think probably ten," he says with a smirk. "What do you think?"

I shake my head no. He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think you can handle it," he says. "And I want you to count every time it happens, otherwise it won't count. That was one."
My heart races as I try to process his words. I can feel the tension already building up inside me.

With that, he sits back down, presses a key, and the vibrations start again. I let out a soft gasp as the vibrations intensify, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

True to form, the AI never fails and I am pushed to the brink each and every time. By the time I got to seven, I am a mess and he had to remind me of the count. By nine, he had to do the counting.

On the tenth cycle, he pressed a key and walked over to me. My body was trembling with pleasure, and I could feel the climax building up inside me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're doing so well, toy." His warm breath sent shivers down my spine.

As he pulled back, I felt a sudden rush of warmth spreading through my body. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain the pleasure. He chuckled softly and ran his fingers through my hair. "You're such a good girl for me," he murmured.

I couldn't speak, my mind blanketed by the intense pleasure.

He pulled off the nipple clamps just as I was reaching my peak, and the rush of blood back into my sensitive nipples caused a sharp, stinging pain that made me cry out. My body trembled as the climax rushed through me, the searing pain from the blood returning to my nipples only heightening the sensation.

"Fuck," I gasped, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I had never come so hard before, my mind spinning with the intensity of the pleasure. He watched me with a satisfied smirk, his eyes dark with lust as he took in my expression.

"That's it, toy," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Give yourself to me completely."

He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back gently as he leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue traced the outline of my lips, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel the heat between us, the tension building with every passing second.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my flushed face and heaving chest. "You're mine," he growled, his hand moving down to grip my hip possessively. "And I'm going to make you mine in every way possible."

I couldn't respond, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm. All I could do was nod, my body already craving more of his touch.

He let me off of the cross and pulled me into a tight embrace, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he held me close. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the softness of his skin against my own. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roamed my body. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh.

He let go, and using two hands steered me back down the hall and to the bedroom. "Rest up," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "We have much to discuss tonight."

And with that, he left me alone in the room again. I stood there for a moment in state of bewilderment. Eventually I was able to pull my self together and fix something to eat and drink, but eventually fell into bed exhausted.

My eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

 

I dream of him again, his strong arms wrapping around me, his lips pressing against mine. The feeling of his skin against mine sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself yearning for more. In my dream, he whispers softly in my ear, promising me the world if I would only be his.

Suddenly, I am jolted awake by the familiar ding of the computer. It's another message.

I quickly scan the message and my heart skipped a beat. "Good evening, toy. You have five minutes this time. You know the drill. -Master."

My mind races as I tried to gather my thoughts. In the past few days, I had grown accustomed to these messages, but they still unnerved me. With only five minutes to prepare, I spring into action. I stand up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame the wild mess that had formed over the past few days.

The computer dings again, startling me out of my thoughts. I quickly glanced at the message and my heart sinks. It was another reminder from my captor about the time. I had only 3 minutes left.
I grab a banana from the fruit bowl on counter and take a bite, chewing frantically as I tried to calm my racing heart. With only 2 minutes left, I quickly brush my teeth and ran a brush through my tangled hair.

I hear the door to my room unlock and quickly kneel down on the mat by the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. The door swings open, and there he is, towering over me in all his glory.

He is dressed in a black leather jacket, jeans, and boots, looking every bit the dominant figure he is. His eyes lock onto mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

"Good girl," he says, his voice deep and commanding. "You're looking very presentable today."

He once again attachs the leash to my collar and leads me out into the hall. We walk past several closed doors, each one housing another room or chamber within this mysterious lair. As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder what lay behind those doors.

Suddenly, we stop in front of a large wooden door.

He opens the door and there is a table laid out with two lit candles. "I hope you like surf and turf," he says. "It's one of my favorite dishes."

I nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down, my heart pounding in anticipation. He places a plate in front of me, and I gasp in awe. It is a beautifully presented dish of grilled lobster tail and filet mignon, accompanied by a side of sautéed vegetables.

"This looks amazing," I say, my mouth watering.

I take the napkin from the table and placed it over my lap. I mused this is the most covered I've been since I've been here.

As I pick up my fork, my captor's voice broke the silence. "Enjoy. I know you haven't had a proper meal since you've been here."

I nod gratefully and dig into the delicious meal. The lobster tail is succulent and tender, and the filet mignon is cooked to perfection, melts in my mouth. I savored every bite.

My captor watches me intently, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He reached over and refilled my glass with champagne, his fingers brushing against mine as he did so.

"So," he begins, leaning back in his chair. "Tomorrow I will send you back to your old life. How does that make you feel?"

I paused for a moment, taking a sip of champagne. "Confused," I admit.

He chuckled softly. "You'll adjust," he says, his voice reassuring. "You've adapted well to this environment."

I look down at my plate, feeling a mix of emotions.

The food is incredible, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. My captor watches me intently, his eyes boring into my soul. I force myself to swallow the lump in my throat and meet his gaze.

"That is," he begins again, his voice deep and commanding. "Unless you want to stay."

I shake my head no, the words catching in my throat.

He nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "I understand," he says softly.

I ask, "You said you've done this before. Has anyone ever stayed?"

"No," he replies. "Some I've not even asked. Some I have, and they've said no. But I think you might be different."

I look up at him, my heart racing. "Different how?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugs. "I don't know," he replies. "I just have this feeling about you."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "And what is that feeling?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.

He leans forward, his elbows on the table. "It's like you belong here," he says, his voice low and intense. "Like you were meant to be mine."

I swallow hard, my heart racing. This is all so surreal. One minute I was living my normal life, and the next, I was here, in this strange place, with this mysterious man who seemed to have an odd fascination with me.

"I-I don't know what to say," I stammer, looking down at my plate.

"There's nothing to say," he replies, his voice softening. "You just need time to process everything."

I nod, still struggling to find the words to express what I was feeling. He reached across the table and gently placed his hand over mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Let's go for a swim," he said, standing up from his chair. "I know you are supposed to wait a half an hour after eating or something, but I think we will be fine." he jokes, pulling me up with him.

We walk towards the large indoor pool area, my heart racing with anticipation. The water is glistening under the bright lights, inviting us in. He leads me into the pool, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.

The water feels cool against my skin, a refreshing contrast to the warmth that seemed to emanate from him. I swim laps, trying to clear my mind, but his presence is always at the forefront of my thoughts.

Finally, he comes over and just holds me in the water. His arms wrap around me, his chest pressing against my back. I leaned back into him, feeling strangely safe and protected in his arms.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. I close my eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of being cherished and desired.

His arms wrap around me, his chest pressing against my back, I can feel his arousal against my backside. His hardness pressed against me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I can't help but moan softly as he holds me closer. His hands slide down my body, caressing my curves as he explores my skin. His fingers traced along my sides, giving me goosebumps. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, craving more of his touch.

He lets me go and swims over to the side. He looks at me with a playful smile and sits on the edge of the pool, his crotch now at eye level with me. I can't help but stare at it, the water droplets glistening on his skin. I feel a surge of desire as I take in his muscular thighs and the outline of his manhood beneath the water.

His fingers trail through the water, leaving ripples in their wake. "Like what you see?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.

I tease him back. "It's not the worst looking cock I've seen." He chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through my body. "Flatterer."

"Come here," he commands, beckoning me over to him. I swim over to him, feeling the cool water against my skin.

As I approach, I see the anticipation in his eyes. He smirks at me, knowing what I'm about to ask. I stop in front of him, looking up at him nervously.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, Master?" I whisper, my voice shaking slightly. His eyes widen, and he leans down towards me, his face only inches away from mine.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asks, his voice low and rough. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. He reaches out and grabs my hair, pulling my head back gently.

I feel his warm, wet tongue circle my ear as he whispers, "Good girl." His hand moves to my chin, gently guiding my head towards his erect cock. I take it in my mouth, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat.

He groans, the sound vibrating through my body. I start to bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each downstroke. His hands move to my shoulders, holding me in place as I pleasure him.

I can feel his cock throbbing against my tongue, and I know it won't be long before he reaches his peak.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he groans, his voice filled with pleasure. Finally, for the first time, I have the upper hand. I moan around his cock, sending vibrations through him. He tightens his grip on my shoulders, pulling me deeper into him. I can feel his cock pulsing against my tongue, and I know he's close.

Suddenly, he pulls my head away and drops back down into the pool. He reaches out and tugs on my hair, pulling me towards him. "Come here," he commands. I swim closer, my body trembling with desire. He pulls me into his arms, his hands roaming over my body. "You did well," he murmurs against my ear. "But I think it's time for a reward." His hands move to my breasts, squeezing and caressing them roughly.

I gasp as he pinches my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He pulls back slightly, his eyes burning with lust. "I want to hear you scream for me," he growls, his body pressing against mine. His hands move to my waist, gripping me tightly as he thrusts into me, his cock hard and insistent. I moan, the sound muffled by the water. He thrusts harder, faster, the force of his movements sending waves through the pool. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

With each thrust, I feel him deeper inside me, the sensation overwhelmingly intense. I grit my teeth, trying to contain the scream that threatens to escape from my throat. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back as he thrusts harder, his hips slapping against my ass. I can feel his hot seed building inside me, and I know it won't be long before he comes.

Suddenly, he releases my hair and grabs my shoulders, holding me still as he thrusts one last time. I feel him pulsing inside me, his seed filling me up.

He groans loudly, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. As he pulls out of me, I feel a mix of relief and emptiness. He lets go of my shoulders and steps back, watching me as I float in the pool.
"That was... intense," I manage to say, my voice shaking. He smirks at me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Out of curiosity, Master. What would happen if decided to say yes and stay?" I ask.

He raised his eyebrows amused at both the question and that I am calling him Master now.

"I've told you before, you would be my plaything, my toy... for as long as I wanted." he replied.

"You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. You will be mine, body and soul. I will train you to be the perfect submissive," he continues. "To obey my every command without question." He runs his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back. "And you will enjoy it."

His fingers trace along my curves, sending shivers down my spine. "Trust me," he whispers. "I have the means to take care of you. You can't tell me you were happy before?"

I think about my life before this, my job at the dollar store, my apartment, my online friends. Online friends that capture you and have their way with you...

"It will be tough at first. And I can be a little rough..." He touches my ass to remind me of the paddle. "But it will be worth it in the end," he smiles.

"And what happens if you no longer want to play with me?" I ask concerned. "What happens if you find a better toy?"

"It's unlikely. But I understand your concern. You would be free to go, but you would very well taken care of. I take very good care of my toys, even the ones I don't play with anymore," he chuckled.
Seeing me satisfied with the answer, we both move to the hot tub.

The rest of the evening was just us sitting in the hot tub as before and talking about nothing in particular drinking champagne until Master announced it was time for bed. There is a pang of disappointment as I watch Master get dressed again before escorting me down the hall.

This time, Master follows me into the room, closes the door behind him, and sits with me on the bed.

"As promised, you will be free tomorrow," he says, his voice softening.

I swallow hard, trying to contain my emotions. "Thank you," I managed to say.

He reaches out and gently strokes my cheek. "You're welcome," he replies, his eyes locking onto mine.

"I'll give you a week to change your mind though." Master reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a Sharpie.

With a determined look in his eyes, he writes down a phone number on the inside of my thigh. "Text this number and I will give you further instructions if you decide to accept," he says, his voice low and husky. "If you don't, no hard feelings. Obviously, if you go to the authorities, the deal is off."

As he finishes writing, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "Goodnight, toy," he whispers before getting up from the bed and leaving the room.

I sit there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his kiss on my skin and the weight of his words in my heart. The phone number he wrote on my thigh burns with a strange mix of desire and fear.

As I drift off to sleep, my mind is filled with memories of our time together - the intense pleasure, the pain, the submission.

 

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Suddenly, I am jolted awake by the sound of my phone vibrating. I reach over to my bedside table and look at the time.

It's still dark outside, but the alarm clock reads 6:00 AM. My heart races as I try to remember where I am. The events of the past few days flood back into my mind, and I realize with a start that I am back in my apartment.

I sit up in bed, feeling disoriented and confused. My body aches from the intense experiences of the past few days, and I can't help but wonder what happened to me. As I rub my eyes and try to wake up properly, I turn on the lamp on the bedside table and I notice the sharpie mark on my thigh from the phone number Master, I mean, my captor wrote down.

I look back at my phone and see that it's Thursday. Shit. Somehow I've missed a day. I have an hour before the store opens.

I jump out of bed and start getting ready for work. The events of the past few days feel like a distant memory, and I struggle to process what happened to me.

I shiver at the thought of him, feeling a mix of fear and arousal wash over me. I try to focus on getting ready for work, but my mind keeps wandering back to him and the phone number on my thigh.
As I step out of my apartment, the city streets are still quiet, and the early morning sun casts long shadows across the pavement.

I make my way to the store, my mind filled with thoughts of my mysterious captor. The more I try to push him out of my mind, the more he seems to take over. By the time I reach the store, I'm feeling flustered and disoriented. I unlock the door and flip on the lights, immediately regretting being here.

The brightness of the store hurts my eyes. I take a deep breath and try to focus on getting ready for the day.

I sigh and begin to restock some of the empty items on the shelves, trying to focus on the task at hand. Eventually, Lexi walks in the door, a half hour late spouting some nonsense about her car and its trouble. I'm only half listening to her as my mind keeps wandering back to my mysterious captor and the events of the past few days. I only catch the last part, "...and it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't gone up and disappeared on me."

The story of Lexi and her disappearing boyfriend is one of her favorite topics even though it happened over three years ago. Apparently, the guy up and left her skinny Latina ass after he came into some money. I always give her a sympathetic look as she tells the story. But knowing Lexi like I do, I can't really feel sorry for her. "Dude really dodged a bullet there." I always think silently to myself.

Lexi and her smoking hot body attracts a lot of attention in our small town and has had her fair share of love interests. Even I can't help but look when she comes in with some tight-fitting outfit. But once you get to know her, that ship sails as they say. Some passing homophobic comments also let me know that she would have zero interest in me anyway.

All through the day, I can't focus on work. My hands move on autopilot as I run the register and answer customer questions, but my thoughts are elsewhere. I keep wondering what happened to me, why he did what he did, and whether I'll ever see him again.

As the day drags on, I start to feel anxious and restless. My thoughts keep drifting back to the mysterious captor, as a distraction I find myself watching Tanner's backside as he stocks shelves, unable to even focus on that.

Finally, it's time to go and I drive back to my apartment. When I arrive my landlady is out watering her flowers.

She waves me over and says in her think Russian accent, "How was your trip? Did you have a good time?"

"My trip?" I ask. "Yes, the trip you talked about in your letter. You said you won some money in a contest and were going on a short trip. You even said you won so much you paid in advance for the next three months."

I'm taken aback by her words, my mind racing to recall any contest I might have won. But I'm certain I didn't win anything, and I definitely didn't write a letter to my landlady about it. I feel a sense of unease creeping over me as I ask, "Can I see the letter?"

My landlady's expression changes from friendly to puzzled, and she says, "Oh, dear, I must have misplaced it. But I'm sure it's around here somewhere." She puts down the watering can and walks over to the small table on the porch, where she keeps a stack of mail and newspapers.

She hands me the letter. The handwriting is not mine, but I wouldn't have expected her to know that.

I fold the letter and hand it back to my landlady, trying to process the implications of what I'm seeing. "Did you see anything odd while I was gone?" I ask, my eyes scanning the surrounding area as if searching for clues.

My landlady thinks for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Well, I did notice that your car was here the whole time," she says, "but I assumed someone must have picked you up. I didn't think much of it, since you said you'd be away for a few days."

My landlady's expression changes to one of confusion, and she looks at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Is something wrong? You don't have to give me an advance on the rent. I don't need it."

I shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "No, really, it's fine. Everything is fine. Keep it," I repeat, my voice firm but polite. My landlady looks at me skeptically, but she doesn't press the issue further.
"Alright, dear. If you're sure..."

"It's fine. I just had a rough day at work. Maybe I'm just a little stressed out," I say, trying to brush off my landlady's concerns. I force a weak smile onto my face, hoping to reassure her that everything is okay.

My landlady looks at me skeptically, her eyes narrowing slightly as she searches for any signs of trouble. After a moment, she seems to accept my explanation and nods sympathetically. "Well, if you're sure you're alright, dear. I'll just get back to watering my flowers."

I turn to head back up to my apartment, my mind still reeling from the conversation with my landlady. As I climb the stairs, I can feel a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. I reach the top of the stairs and walk down the balcony to my apartment door. I insert my key into the lock and turn it, hearing the satisfying click of the mechanism disengaging. I push the door open and step inside, my eyes scanning the familiar space.

The apartment is quiet and still, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I close the door behind me and take a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
My eyes drift towards the computer in the corner of the room, its sleek surface reflecting the faint glow of the evening light that filters through the window. It looks undisturbed, just as I left it before...before everything.

As I stand in the silence of my apartment, my mind begins to wander back to the events that transpired while I was away. The memory of my master's touch still lingers on my skin, and I can almost smell the scent of his cologne. How did he do it? How did he manage to get me and my stuff in and out of my apartment? Especially escaping the notice of my landlady. She catches everything. She once pulled a gun on the cops before because she thought someone was snooping around the building.

My eyes drift towards the window, and I walk over to it, pulling back the curtain to gaze out at the street below.

I turn my attention back to the computer, my fingers instinctively reaching for the power button. The machine whirs to life, the screen flickering as it boots up. I watch, my heart beating slightly faster, as the login screen appears. I enter my password, and the desktop loads, looking exactly as I left it. Everything seems normal, just as it was before...before everything. I feel a sense of relief wash over me, followed by a growing sense of unease. Where is the private server? Where are the messages from my master? I scroll through my email, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. No messages from unknown senders, no cryptic notes.

Over the next couple of days, I try to get back to life as normal. A few times I think about going to the police. See if they can trace the slowly fading number written on my thigh. But I think to myself, surely he wouldn't give out his real number. More than likely, it's a relay for text messages are something. No. If he was clever enough to do all of that, he would be clever enough to cover his tracks. Plus deep down I wasn't sure if I wanted to close that door.

On Monday night, I strip off all of my clothes and get into bed. I chuckle to myself that this is something I would have never done prior to this week. It was always at least a shirt and panties, now I find myself sleeping naked every night. After I drift off to sleep, I have a dream about him. In my dream, I see him standing in front of me, his eyes piercing through the darkness. He's smiling, his lips curled up in a sly grin. I begin to cry, he holds me in his arms and says, "Don't worry, toy. I'll take care of you. You're safe with me."

I wake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I glance around the room, disoriented and confused. I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that it's still early, the sun not yet risen. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

I throw off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air as I sit up. The room is still dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning vent above my bed. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering fogginess of sleep. My mind is already racing, thoughts of the past few days swirling together in a jumbled mess. I think about going into the store, but my stomach turns at the thought. I just can't stomach it.

I glance around the room, my eyes landing on my phone on the nightstand. I pick up the phone, my fingers wrapping around it like a lifeline. My heart is racing, and my mind is a jumble of emotions. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I'm making a mistake. But something inside me compels me to send the text. I open the messaging app and find the number scrawled on my thigh. I type out two words: "I'm ready." My thumb hovers over the send button, and for a moment, I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown. I take a deep breath and press send.

I lay back in bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for a response. I stare at the ceiling, my mind racing with anticipation. My phone remains silent for what feels like an eternity, but in reality, it's only been a few minutes. I begin to wonder if I made a mistake, if I've somehow misunderstood his intentions.

But just as I'm starting to lose hope, I hear a ding. I sit up, my heart racing as I grab my phone from the nightstand. I see a new message from the same number.

My eyes scan the message, my heart skipping a beat as I read the words. "Good girl. Six days? I figured I'd hear from you sooner."

I look back at the phone, my fingers instinctively reaching for the keyboard. I hesitate for a moment, wondering how to respond. But before I can type out a reply, another message appears on the screen.

My eyes lock onto the screen, the words "Are you sure this is what you want?" staring back at me like a challenge. I hesitate for a moment, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard as I consider my response.

The room around me seems to fade away, leaving only the glow of the screen and the sound of my own ragged breathing.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I think back to the past few days, to the way I felt when I was with my master. I remember the way my heart raced when I first heard his voice, the way my body responded to his touch. I remember the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I remember the way he made me feel, like I was his, and his alone.

I type out my response, my fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. "Definitely," my heart pounding in my chest as I hit send.

My eyes lock onto the screen, waiting for a response. The seconds tick by, each one feeling like an eternity. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my palms growing sweaty as I grip my phone tightly. And then, suddenly, a new message appears on the screen.

"Excellent," the response reads. "I suspect you will want to let your boss know you quit. I assume we can forgo the standard two weeks notice."

I take a deep breath, my heart still racing as I put down my phone. I run to the computer and log into my email, typing out a quick resignation letter. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I'm making a mistake, but then I hit send. I can't believe what I've just done, but at the same time, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

"It's done. I sent an email. I can't even think about going in the store," I message back.

I set my phone back down on the nightstand, my heart still racing in my chest. I have done it. I have taken the plunge, made the decision, and sent the text. I waited for a moment, my mind racing with anticipation.

My phone buzzes again, and I pick it up, my heart still racing from the previous exchange. I see a new message from Master, and my eyes scan the screen eagerly. "Good girl," the message reads. I feel a surge of pride and satisfaction at the praise, and my cheeks flush slightly.

I wait for a moment, wondering what will come next. And then, another message appears on the screen. "Get a box, find everything you want for your room. Label it: 'Toy's Box'. No clothes."

I chuckle at his humor, a smile spreading across my face as I read the message. The phrase "Toy's Box" is his clever play on words, and I can almost hear the amusement in his voice as he typed it out. I feel a flutter in my chest as I realize that I'm already anticipating his next message, already eager to please him.

His message continues. "I'll take care of everything else. The rest can go into storage."

I feel a sense of relief wash over me as I read the message. The thought of sorting through all my belongings, deciding what to keep and what to discard, had been daunting. But with Master's reassurance that he would take care of everything else, I feel a weight lift off my shoulders.

I set my phone down on the nightstand, padding softly over to my closet. I open the door and peer inside, scanning the shelves and racks for anything that I want to keep. My eyes land on a few knick-nacks, a framed photo of my family, and a small music box that my grandmother gave me. I assume he will take care of my computer as before.

I pick up the items one by one, holding them close to my chest as I try to decide what to do with them.

I hear the sound of my phone again. Master instructs me to tell my landlady I met someone on the trip and that I'll be moving away and that movers would be coming along in the next several weeks to move my stuff out. He will come pick me up first thing in the morning.

I take a deep breath and head downstairs to tell my landlady the news. As I walk down the stairs, my heart is pounding in my chest. I don't know how she'll react, but I have to be honest with her.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I knock on her door. There's a moment of silence before she calls out for me to come in. I open the door and step inside, taking a seat on the couch across from her.

"Hi, um, I have some news," I say, clearing my throat. "I met someone on my trip, and we're moving in together."

She raises an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. "That's very sudden," she says.

"I know, but it just happened," I reply, trying to sound convincing. "We hit it off really well, and we both feel like we've found what we've been looking for."

She nods slowly, still looking skeptical. "I see," she says. "Well, if you're sure that's what you want, I guess there's not much I can do about it."

I take a deep breath and try to smile reassuringly. "I am sure," I say. "And about the rent, please keep it."

I tell her about the movers.

She studies me for a moment, then nods. "Alright," she says. "You'll come visit when your back in town, right?"

I nod, "Of course." Though technically not a lie, part of me wonders if I'll ever be "back in town".

As I walk out of the door she stops me and gives me a hug. "I'm glad you found someone, dear," she says with a smile on her face.

I go back up to my apartment. The rest of the day was sorting through my things and fielding emails from my former boss about whether I was making the right choice.

I crawl into bed, naked as usual. I lay there for a while, my mind wanders, I start to remember the vibrator attached to my clitoris, the nipple clamps, and the way my master looked at me. Eventually, though, I fall asleep.

Suddenly, I'm jolted awake by a blinding light. I'm laying on a padded table in the center of a room, my head spinning. The footsteps grow louder, and suddenly, the door swings open.

There he is, standing in the doorway. My Master.

 

Master walks into the room and closes the door behind him. "You've been a naughty girl, making me wait so long," he chuckles. "But it was nice of you to already be naked when I arrived. Saves me a lot of trouble."

I sit up on the table at his words, "I'm sorry," I say. "I wasn't sure..."

He waves his hand away, "It's okay. You're here now and you're mine."

"One of these days you are going to have to tell how you do that?" I say, my voice trembling slightly as I meet his gaze. He chuckles, a low, resonant sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Do what, my curious little toy?" he asks, his fingers tracing the edge of my neck, sending sparks of anticipation through me. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "You know... how you just move me from place to place without me knowing it."

Master's fingers dance along the edge of my neck, each touch sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes, piercing and unyielding, lock onto mine, and I feel a surge of anticipation mixed with fear. "You want to know my secrets, little one?" he whispers, his voice low and teasing. I nod, my throat dry, and he chuckles, the sound reverberating through the room.

"In time," he says, his breath grazing my ear as he steps closer, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the chill of the metallic chair. His fingers trail down, tracing the curve of my neck, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "All good things come to those who wait," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, sending a ripple of anticipation through me. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest, as his hand continues its descent, brushing against my nipple before circling it with a deliberate slowness that makes me gasp.

"You know how I like to keep you on edge," he says, his voice low and smooth, like velvet wrapping around my nerves. I nod at this. It's something I know all too well. His fingers continue their teasing dance around my nipple, the touch light enough to send shivers coursing through me but not enough to satisfy the growing ache.

"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, as his fingers continue to circle the tender flesh. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as his touch sends waves of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. He leans closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "Yes, Master," I whisper, my voice trembling. His fingers tighten slightly, and I gasp.

"Mmmm. I like that about you," he says, his voice low and smooth, like velvet against my skin. "In fact, I think that is where we will start." His fingers tighten around my nipple, the pressure increasing just enough to make me gasp, but not enough to cause real pain. I feel a surge of anticipation as he steps back. He walks over to a nearby table, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room.
Master grabs two small glass cylinders and a hand pump. He returns to stand in front of me. He pushes a button on the side of the table and the back part raises up.

"Lay back," he commands. I lay back down on the padded table trying to get as comfortable as possible.

He puts one of the cylinders over my nipple and uses the pump to pump out the air. As he does so, I watch in awe as my nipple gets sucked and stretched into the tube.

He repeats the process with the other nipple, and soon enough, both nipples are encased in the cold, hard glass cylinders. I gasp as he steps back, taking in sight.

He steps back, a sly smile playing on his lips as he retrieves a set of leather straps from the nearby cabinet. The table beneath me seems to press into my skin as he approaches, the straps dangling ominously in his hands. "For this next part, I think you need to be restrained," he says. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as he begins to secure my wrists to the table.

As Master's fingers continued to tease my nipples, now encased in the cold glass cylinders, I felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The table beneath me shifted slightly, and before I could react, Master pressed another button. The bottom part of the table began to collapse slowly, and I felt a sudden rush of fear mixed with excitement. My wrists were still restrained, and I couldn't move as the table's surface changed, altering the angle of my body. Master's eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched me adjust to the new position.

"I'll be back in a minute," he says, his voice calm and controlled as he turns to leave. The door closes behind him, and the room falls into an oppressive silence. The cold glass cylinders still encase my nipples, and the weight of the restraints digs into my wrists. My breath comes in shallow gasps, each inhale pressing my chest against the unyielding glass. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my mind racing with what he might do next. The seconds tick by like hours, each one stretching my nerves tauter. Then, the sound of the door opening breaks the silence.

Master returns with the stirrups. He sets them up at the foot of the table, the metal gleaming under the harsh light. I watch, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in my stomach, as he adjusts the height and ensures they're sturdy. "Legs up," he commands, his voice firm but calm. I hesitate for a moment, then slowly lift my legs, placing them in the stirrups. The leather straps are cool against my skin, and he tightens them just enough to hold me in place. I feel exposed, vulnerable, as he steps back to admire the view.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and commanding, yet laced with a hint of amusement. I nod, my breath catching in my throat as his eyes lock onto mine, filled with an intensity that makes my heart race. The cold glass cylinders still encase my nipples, and the pressure from the suction sends a constant, throbbing sensation through me. The stirrups hold my legs in place, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. Master takes a step closer, his hand brushing against my inner thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.

Master steps back, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face as he takes in my helpless form. My body is now completely exposed to him, every inch of skin bare and vulnerable. He walks over to a nearby table, his footsteps echoing in the room, and returns with a small, leather-bound box.

Out of the box he pulls out a long hypodermic needle. My heart skips a beat as he approaches me, the needle glinting in the dim light. He kneels down in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"This is going to feel strange," he warns, his voice low and smooth. He places the tip of the needle against the side of my thigh, and I gasp as he pushes it into my skin. I feel a cold, prickling sensation spread through my body, and then nothing.

"What did you give me?" I manage to whisper, my voice thick with fear.

"It's just a birth control. I wouldn't want my toy getting pregnant. At least not yet..." he says, his voice low and teasing.

I feel a wave of relief wash over me as I realize what he's given me. But then, I remember where I am and who I'm with. I swallow hard, trying to calm my racing heart.

His fingers trail through the soft curls of my pubic hair, the touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I think you'd look better bare down here," he murmurs, his voice low and deliberate. The sensation of his fingers intertwining with my hair is both soothing and unsettling, a reminder of the control he wields over every part of me.

He picks up the razor and shaving cream from the table, the items clinking softly as he sets them down beside me. His eyes meet mine, filled with a knowing glint. Without a word, he squeezes a generous amount of shaving cream onto his fingers, the cool foam a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch as he applies it to my pubic area. I tense slightly, the unfamiliar sensation drawing a nervous breath from my lips. His fingers move with practiced precision, spreading the cream evenly before he raises the razor.

As the razor glides over my skin, the cool blade contrasts sharply with the warmth of his touch. He shaves me with meticulous care, each stroke deliberate and precise, the sound of the razor against my skin echoing in the silent room. When he finishes, he steps back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. "You will be responsible for keeping this maintained," he says, his voice dripping with control. His fingers brush against my now-smooth skin, sending a shiver through me.

His fingers glide over the smooth skin he's just revealed, the touch sending a ripple of mixed emotions through me. "Perfect," he murmurs, his satisfaction evident as he steps back to admire his work. The cool air of the room brushes against my newly exposed flesh, heightening my awareness of every inch of my body.

"Do you like the nipple suckers, Toy?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, breaking the silence that followed his meticulous grooming. I swallow hard, the dryness in my throat making my voice barely audible as I whisper, "Yes, Master." The glass cylinders still encase my nipples, the suction creating a relentless throbbing that mixes with the cool air brushing against my newly bare skin. His fingers trail over the smooth area he'd shaved, the touch sending shivers through me, and I feel a surge of vulnerability as his gaze lingers on me.

"That's good, because you will wear them often. Over time the suction will lengthen your nipples. I find that longer nipples are more fun to play with," he explains, his voice calm but filled with an underlying excitement. I nod, my heart racing as I try to process his words.

"Now, I think it's time for a reward," he says, his voice deepening with desire.

He leans in, his lips brushing against the inside of my thighs as he begins to kiss me there. The sensation is both electrifying and unsettling, sending a jolt of arousal through me despite the fear that still lingers. His mouth moves higher, his lips grazing my now bare mound, sending a shiver through me. He pauses, his breath hot against my skin, before trailing his tongue along the newly shaved area. The wet heat of his mouth contrasts sharply with the cool air, causing me to gasp softly. His tongue moves with deliberate precision, tasting every inch of my newly exposed skin, the sensation both pleasurable and unnerving.

As his tongue continues to explore, I feel my body responding to his touch, the fear giving way to a growing desire. His hands move over my body, tracing the lines of my flesh, the cool touch of his fingers adding to the sensation. I arch my back, pushing myself further into his touch, the table creaking under my weight.

Suddenly, he pulls away, breaking the intense connection we shared. I whimper softly, feeling a pang of loss at the sudden absence of his touch. He smirks, the expression both arrogant and satisfied.
I grit my teeth, trying to ignore the ache that his withdrawal has left behind. "Please, Master," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, don't worry, Toy. Your reward is coming soon enough."

I swallow hard, my throat dry. I can feel the table shifting beneath me, the straps digging into my skin. Suddenly, he reaches out and turns up the angle of the table, forcing me into a more vulnerable position.

"There, that's better," he says, his voice echoing through the room.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I try to process the sudden change in position. The straps dig into my skin, holding me firmly in place. I feel a wave of fear wash over me as I realize how vulnerable I am in this position. My master leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice low and seductive. I nod, my voice caught in my throat. He chuckles darkly, his hands roaming over my body, feeling every inch of me. I shiver at his touch, a combination of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.

Suddenly, I feel his fingers brush against the glass cylinders, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as I try to contain the wave of pleasure that washes over me.
He inserts a finger into my wetness, slowly pumping in and out as he continues to tease me by lightly flicking the cylinders. "Mmm, you're so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. He continues to finger me, his thumb circling my clit as he pushes a second finger into my tightness. I moan, unable to contain the pleasure that's building within me. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. I nod, unable to speak as he continues to finger me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

He increases the pace of his fingers, thrusting in and out of my wetness as he squeezes my nipples. I moan louder, my body trembling with pleasure. "That's it, Toy," he says, his voice filled with excitement. "Let go for me." He pulls out his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. "I'm going to fuck you now," he says, his voice low and commanding. He positions himself at my entrance, his thick cock pressing against my wetness. He thrusts into me, filling me completely. I gasp, my body tensing as he begins to move, his thrusts hard and fast. "You're mine," he growls, his voice filled with desire.
As he continues to pound into me, I feel a wave of pleasure wash over me. My body trembles with each thrust, my moans echoing through the room. His hands roam over my body, touching every inch of my skin. He reaches down between us, finding my clit, and circles it with his finger. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, making me even more aroused.
I can feel my orgasm building, the tension in my body growing stronger with each passing second.

My master's thrusts are harder and faster now, his hips slapping against mine in a rhythmic pattern. His hand on my clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making it impossible to contain the orgasm that's building inside me.

"That's it, Toy," he whispers, his voice filled with desire. "Let go for me."

And then, I do. My body shudders, my muscles tensing up as I release into him. I moan loudly, my voice echoing through the room. His thrusts slow down, becoming deeper and more powerful as he feels me cumming.

He continues to move, his hips rocking against mine, prolonging my orgasm. I can feel him throbbing inside me, his movements becoming more erratic as he nears his own climax. "That's it, Toy," he whispers, his voice filled with desire. "Give me everything you've got." He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "I'm going to fill you up with my seed." With a final thrust, he pushes deep inside me, his body tensing up as he releases. I can feel his hot seed filling me, and I moan, my body still shaking with pleasure.

As he pulls out of me, he smiles, satisfied with our encounter. He wipes his hand on a nearby towel, removing any remaining traces of our intimacy. He then walks over to the table and picks up a bottle of liquid. He pours some of it onto a cloth and approaches me again.

"Time to clean up," he says, his voice still filled with excitement. He gently wipes my skin. As he does so, he hums a soft tune, his fingers dancing across my skin.

"There," he says, finishing his task. "All clean."

He smiles at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He walks over to the table and presses a button, and the table begins to retract, pulling me up with it. He unties the straps and helps me off the table.
As I stand before him, he grabs the metal collar from the table and puts it around my neck. The ends click and lock together, securing it tightly. "Almost forgot," he says, his voice filled with amusement. He runs his fingers through my hair, pushing it back behind my ears. "You look beautiful, Toy."

The hallway is dimly lit as before and it's only a few steps to my room. It's the same as it was before, mirrors on the walls, single bed, my computer in the corner, and the ever present TV mounted in the other corner of the room playing porn 24/7. I see my box of things on the bed that I labeled "Toy's Box" per his instructions.

He walks over to the bed and gestures for me to sit down. I hesitate for a moment, but then do as he asks. He smiles at me, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and control.

"Welcome to your new life," he says, his voice filled with warmth. He sits down next to me, his hand gently brushing against my thigh.

"I know this might be a lot to take in," he continues, "but I want you to know that I'm here for you. You can trust me."

His words resonate within me, calming my nerves. As he speaks, he gently brushes his fingers against my thigh, sending shivers down my spine.

"There will be times I can and will push you to your very limits, but understand I will never do anything to seriously hurt you," he continues. His voice is soft yet commanding, filling the room with his presence.

"You're my toy now, Toy," he says with a smile. "And I don't plan on sharing you with anyone else. I don't like anyone else playing with my toys." His eyes lock onto mine, holding me captive in their gaze.

I swallow hard, feeling both scared and excited by his words. I can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation, even though I know what's coming next.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I'm going to teach you how to please me," he whispers. "And in return, I'll make sure you have everything you need."

His hand moves up my thigh, tracing gentle circles around my sensitive flesh. I gasp as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs.

"And very distracting..." he says with a smirk.

He stands, his hand lingering on my thigh for a moment before he pulls away. I watch him walk towards the door, my eyes following his every movement.
"I'll leave you to it."

He exits the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I look around the room, trying to process everything that just happened. The mirrors on the walls reflect my naked body, making me feel vulnerable and exposed.

I get up from the bed and walk over to the computer in the corner. I sit down and turn it on, hoping to get lost in some virtual world and clear the thoughts racing through my mind.

 

In the days and weeks that followed it was more of the same. There was a lot of time spent in my room, balancing my time between playing on my computer and masturbating to the constant stream of porn on the TV. Usually in the afternoon Master would pull me out and find some new way to pleasure and torment me.

The nipple suckers were doing their job. My nipples had grown almost a centimeter in both length and width. Unfortunately, for me it made my already sensitive nipples even more so. Even an accidental brush would send a shock throughout my entire body. This naturally delighted Master to no end as he knew it would only take a single touch to bring me to my knees.

My breasts themselves also seemed to be more sensitive, almost tender to the touch. At first I didn't think anything of it, thinking maybe it was just all of the extra treatment they were receiving, but after time I noticed that they seemed bigger and heavier.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself settling into the routine Master had established. The constant stream of porn on the TV began to subtly shift to more scenes of domination and submission. I suspect Master was changing it based on my preferences.

My computer was my escape, a portal to a world where I could lose myself in games and forget, if only for a little while, about the reality of my situation. But Master was true to his word—he provided everything I needed. When I asked for new games, he supplied them without hesitation. When I requested a more comfortable chair for long gaming sessions, it appeared the next day.

One day, Master was sitting on the bed with me and I looked at my bare bed. "Master, can I have a sheet and a blanket. I think I would be more comfortable at night, if I had them," I said with a smile.
Master looked at me with a hint of amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "A sheet and a blanket, Toy? You want to be comfortable?" He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch light and teasing. I nodded, feeling a mix of shyness and determination. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and intimate. "Very well, my dear. I'll have them brought in. But remember, your comfort is always my concern." His fingers trailed down my neck, sending a shiver through me.

That night I went to sleep. When I awoke I was laying on top of a very comfortable sheet and covered up by a fuzzy blanket. I stretched, feeling the gentle fabric brush against my skin, and a small smile crept onto my face. It was a small comfort, but it was something. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the blanket envelop me, and drifted off into a light sleep, the hum of the TV in the background lulling me into a sense of temporary peace.

Eventually, the need to relieve myself grew urgent, and I tossed the covers aside, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. That's when I saw it—a sleek, black chastity belt encircling my waist. My heart raced as I reached down to touch it, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin. I pulled at it gently, testing its give, but it didn't budge. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the implications.

"What the hell!" I said to myself aloud, my voice laced with a mix of shock and disbelief. My fingers trembled as I reached down to touch the sleek, black chastity belt encircling my waist. The cool metal felt foreign against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket that had just been wrapped around me. I pulled at it gently, testing its give, but it didn't budge. A shiver ran down my spine as the reality of the situation sank in. "What is this?" I muttered, my mind racing with questions. How did it get here? When did he put it on me?

Master's voice was calm and amused as he stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "I see you got my gift?" he mused, his tone dripping with satisfaction. I could feel his gaze lingering on the chastity belt, and my cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He walked closer, his movements deliberate, and ran a finger over the metal, the touch sending a shiver down my spine.

"What is this for!" I demanded pointing to the belt.

Master's smile widened as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "You are my toy remember." he said simply, his voice low and smooth. He reached out, tracing the edge of the belt with his finger, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "You belong to me, and I don't like others playing with my playthings. Even you. I was okay with you playing with yourself as long as the cameras are watching, but I can't see what happens under the covers."

"I... I don't want the bed sheets any more, take them back," I pleaded, my voice trembling as I met his gaze. The warmth of the blanket now felt suffocating, and the softness that had once brought me comfort now seemed like a cruel mockery. Master's smile widened, his amusement evident as he stepped closer, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the sterile room. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the chastity belt, and I flinched, a mix of fear and frustration coursing through me. "I'm sorry. The deal is already done," he says, his tone playful yet laced with an undercurrent of authority.
Master's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his authority. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the chastity belt, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "This will give me another way to control you," he said, his voice low and smooth, each word dripping with satisfaction. His gaze lingered on the belt, a new symbol of his dominance, and I could see the pleasure it brought him reflected in his eyes. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against my ear, and whispered, "You are mine, completely and utterly mine."

"How am I supposed to pee with this thing on?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tugged at the belt again, desperation creeping into my tone. Master's smile never wavered; instead, he seemed to savor my distress. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the metal, and I flinched, a mix of fear and frustration coursing through me.

"Don't worry. There are holes in the bottom for you to do your business," he said. My heart sank as touched the small openings in the shield guarding my vagina. Too small for me to even get a pinky in.
With a deep breath, I tried to compose myself as Master stepped back, giving me some space. I took a moment to gather my courage before lifting my chin and looking him in the eye. "May I please use the bathroom now?" I asked.

"Certainly," he says. I get up to go to the bathroom but he makes no move to leave. Instead, he sits on the bed so that I and the toilet are just within eyeshot. The tension in my body grows as I approach the bathroom, my heart racing in my chest. I can feel his gaze on me, even as I close the door behind me.

The coolness of the tiled floor feels refreshing against my bare feet as I step into the bathroom. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I sit down on the toilet seat.
The chastity belt digs into my skin, reminding me of my new reality. But I am able to use the bathroom and the bidet to clean up.

I stand up and look in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. My eyes are red and puffy from crying, and my lips are trembling. I try to compose myself, but the tears keep falling. I can't believe this is my life now.

I feel Master's presence behind me, his warmth enveloping me. He places his hands gently on my shoulders, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice low and soothing.

I turn around to face him, wiping away the last of my tears. "I don't know," I whisper, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and longing. "I just feel so vulnerable and exposed."

Master steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's exactly how you should feel," he says, his voice rough with desire. "You are mine now, body and soul. And I will do whatever it takes to remind you of that fact."

I can feel myself growing wet between my legs. I look up at him, my heart racing in my chest. I know I should resist, but I can't help the way my body responds to him.

"Master," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. "I need you."

He smiles, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You have no idea how much I've been waiting to hear those words from you," he says, his voice low and smooth. He steps closer, his body pressing against mine, and I can feel the heat of his skin against mine.

His hand moves up my thigh, tracing the outline of the belt.

"Please take off the belt and fuck your toy. Please Master." I beg.

"You really want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. I nod, unable to speak.

"Later," he says, as he withdraws his hand, and walks towards the door. "For now I want you to simmer for me."

As soon as the door closed behind him, I lunged at the belt, my fingers fumbling with the intricate locks. The metal was cold and unyielding, and no matter how I twisted and pulled, it wouldn't budge. Panic set in as I realized the futility of my efforts, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The belt seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of his control. I collapsed against the wall, the weight of my helplessness crushing me. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, "I hate you," but deep down, I knew it was a lie.

Later that afternoon, Master comes to get me. The sound of the door opening made my heart skip a beat, and I turned to face him, my pulse quickening as he stepped inside. His presence filled the room, and I could sense the weight of his gaze upon me. "It's time," he said simply, his voice low and commanding. I nodded, my throat dry, and rose from the bed, the chastity belt a constant reminder of my situation. As I followed him, the soft rustle of my movements seemed amplified in the silence.

"Now that we've closed one door," he says with a pat of the chastity belt, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now we should work on your oral skills." His words send a shiver down my spine as he leads me to a different room, one I hadn't seen before. The space is dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background, creating an atmosphere that's both calming and intimidating. He gestures to a plush, oversized chair in the center of the room, and I know instinctively what's expected of me.

"I've... I've given you head before," I stammer, my voice barely audible as I stand before him, the plush chair looming behind me like a throne. His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he steps closer, the air thick with tension. "Oh?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, as he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Yes. But only as a precursor to sex. I want you to worship my cock with your mouth. To put all of your effort into pleasing me." His fingers trail down my throat.

"I... I just don't like when you finish in my mouth. I'll give you a great blowjob, but can you please just take this off?" I beg as I point to the belt.

"No. Tonight is about me, toy. I want you to go slow, savor the experience, focus on pleasing me." he demands.

He settles into the chair with an air of authority, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He gestured for me to approach, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the armrest. The dim lighting cast shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his features, and for a moment, he looked almost otherworldly. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stepped closer, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I could sense his anticipation, a palpable force in the room.

"Kneel," he commands, his voice firm yet low, resonating through the dimly lit room. I lower myself to the plush carpet, my knees sinking into the softness. I can sense his anticipation growing with each passing moment. The chastity belt feels heavier now, a constant reminder of my submission. I glance up at him, his silhouette illuminated by the faint light, making him appear even more imposing. He leans back in the chair, steepling his fingers together as he waits. The silence is thick, filled with unspoken expectations.

I look down at his crotch, my heart racing as I see the outline of his arousal through his pants. Slowly, I reach out and undo the button of his pants, my fingers trembling slightly. He watches me intently, his eyes boring into my soul. I slide the zipper down and gently tug at his pants, revealing his hardened shaft.
It stands tall and proud, throbbing with anticipation.

I lean forward and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. I begin to lick and suck gently, feeling the velvety skin of his shaft against my tongue. His hips jerk forward slightly, and he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. I continue to worship his cock, using my hands to stroke and massage his balls, teasing them gently.
His moans grow louder, and I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth.

Suddenly, I feel a jolt of electricity in the shock collar. I gasp, pulling away from his cock. The master chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Did you enjoy that?" he asks. I shake my head, my heart racing from the shock. "No, please," I whisper, looking up at him with fear and anticipation.

"I said go slow. Let's try again," he says. I nod. Taking him in my mouth again, I start to suckle gently, feeling the velvet skin of his shaft against my tongue. He leans back in the chair, steepling his fingers together as he watches me. I can sense his anticipation growing with each passing moment. I start to move my head, bobbing up and down slowly, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. His hips jerk forward slightly, and he lets out a soft moan of pleasure. I continue to worship his cock, using my hands to stroke and massage his balls, teasing them gently.

"Mmmm. Yes. That is better," he moans. "I want you to be able to read me and know when I'm getting close. I will let you know when I want you to make me cum," he says.
"Mmm hmm," I mumble with his dick still in my mouth. Secretly though, I have other plans. I decide now might be a good time to rebel. This is really the only time I have him where I want him and I'm still a bit bitter about the belt. I increase the intensity of my sucking, taking more of his shaft into my mouth. His hips begin to move in rhythm with my head, and I can feel his arousal growing.
"Ahh...," he groans, his fingers gripping the armrests of the chair.

I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, and I know he's getting close. I continue to suck and stroke him, determined to make him cum as quickly as possible. Suddenly, I feel another jolt of electricity in the shock collar. I gasp, pulling away from his cock.

But for him, it's too late. He cock erupts in a steady stream of cum that shoots out all over his pants. I smile a satisfied smile as I lean back on my heels. I can feel the heat between my legs, and I instinctively reach down to crotch only to be met with obstruction of the belt.

I look over at Master, his cock still twitching from the orgasm. He begins to collect himself and stuffs his member back in his pants as he stands up and towers over me.
"Bad girl," he says. "You really want to be punished, don't you?"

He grabs my wrist and leads me back to my bedroom. The walk feels like an eternity as I try to read his thoughts. I don't know what kind of punishment he has in store for me, but I'm terrified and excited at the same time.

When we reach the bedroom, he pushes me gently onto the bed. I'm lying on my back now, staring up at him as he towers over me. His eyes are filled with lust and power, and it sends shivers down my spine.

"Please, sir," I whisper, my voice trembling with fear and desire.

"Please, sir. What?" he demands. I swallow hard, trying to find the courage to answer him. "I... I want to know what you have planned for me," I manage to say.

He smirks, "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," he says cryptically.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds, the real deviousness of the chastity belt is realized. The belt begins to vibrate just above my clit.

I gasp as the unexpected sensation washes over me. My body tenses up as the vibrations increase in intensity, becoming more and more unbearable.

"Mmmm," he hums, watching my reaction with a predatory grin. "You like that, don't you?"

I nod with a yes, my body trembling under the vibrations of the chastity belt.

He smirks, seeming to sense my struggle. "You say that now," he whispers, leaning down to run his fingers through my hair. His touch sends jolts of electricity through my body, mixing with the vibrations of the belt. I gasp, my head falling back against the pillow.

He chuckles darkly, his hand trailing down my neck to my chest.

I gasp as he teases my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. The sudden stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, making me arch my back in response. My breathing becomes shallow, and my heart races as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.

As I'm about to crest over the edge, the vibrations stop. I let out a frustrated moan, feeling cheated. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "You remember the biometric features of the collar. Guess what, the belt is attached as well. Every time you get close, it will cut off."

"You're in for a very long night, Toy," he says with a chuckle.

Right as I start to protest, the heavy vibrations start again, leaving me speechless.

"Sweet dreams," he says as he exits the room.

His last words echo in my head as he walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the relentless chastity belt. The vibrations continue to torment me, making it impossible to ignore the growing desire between my legs.

I try to distract myself by focusing on something else, but the belt is too much of a constant reminder. Every time I think I've found a way to ignore it, the vibrations start up again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

As the night wears on, I begin to feel like I'm losing my mind. The chastity belt has become an extension of me, controlling my every thought and movement.

Every time I try to focus on something else, the vibrations start up again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I try to distract myself by counting, but even that becomes impossible as the belt seems to know exactly when I'm getting close to climax.

I'm starting to feel desperate, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire. I can't take much more of this. I'm about to give in, to let the belt take control of me completely, when suddenly it stops. The vibrations cease, leaving me in an uncomfortable silence.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I sink into the bed, both exhausted and unsatisfied.

 

When I woke up, every muscle in my body was sore and I was sticky with dried sweat. A testament to my ordeal the night before. I slowly get myself out of bed glancing at the fresh sheet and blanket on the counter. I step into the bathroom. Going to the bathroom was quite an ordeal, I didn't feel like the bidet got everywhere it needed to with the belt. "Good thing there is a shower in here," I say aloud to myself.

I step into the shower and notice that the fixtures have changed. Now in addition to the overhead shower, there is an attached handheld showerhead. Between this and the new sheets, Master really does think of everything, doesn't he, I muse.

As I stand under the warm cascade of water, the handheld showerhead catches my eye. Desperation fuels my creativity, and I decide to test its potential. I angle the stream toward myself, hoping the pressure might be enough to penetrate the barrier of the belt. The water hits my skin, a teasing caress that only intensifies my longing. But no matter how I adjust the nozzle, the stream isn't strong enough to breach the shield. Frustration mounts as I realize Master's foresight in every detail, even the shower's design. The water, once a source of relief, now mocks me, a reminder of my captivity.

I push the button to turn on the dryers and the warm air hits my damp skin. Drying myself off, I can't help but glance at the chastity belt, a constant reminder of my captivity. The bathroom, once a place of solace, now feels like another prison, each fixture meticulously designed to ensure my compliance.

I shuffle over to the small table. I fix myself some cereal like always, but my appetite is dampened by the constant loop of moans and flesh slapping on the TV. I glare at the screen, the images blurring together as my anger and frustration boil over. Each scene is a cruel reminder of what I'm being denied, the sounds amplifying my own unmet desires.

I decide to lose myself in the virtual paradise of my computer and sit down in my gaming chair. The soft cushion cradles my body, a stark contrast to the cold, unyielding metal that still encases me. As I boot up the system, the familiar glow of the screen offers a fleeting sense of normalcy, a temporary reprieve from the relentless torment. I immerse myself in the digital world, the vibrant colors and immersive sounds distracting me from the constant ache within.

As I delve deeper into the virtual world, the familiar glow of the screen begins to fade, replaced by an all-too-real sensation. The vibrations start again, jolting me out of my temporary escape. My heart races as panic sets in, my hands trembling over the keyboard. I hold my breath, bracing for the inevitable escalation, but it never comes. The steady pulse remains constant, a teasing rhythm that refuses to relent but also doesn't intensify.

I glance around the room, half-expecting Master to appear, his smirk twisting the knife of my torment. But the door remains closed, and I'm left alone with this relentless, maddening stimulation.

After a few moments, the vibrations gradually lessen, becoming a low, steady hum that, while still present, no longer feels like it's tearing me apart. I exhale deeply, trying to calm my racing heart, and glance around the room once more, half-expecting Master to emerge from the shadows with that knowing smirk. But the door remains shut, and the silence is almost deafening. The stimulation is still there, a constant reminder of my predicament, but it's no longer unbearable.

I focus again on the game, the vibrant colors and immersive sounds offering a fragile escape from the relentless hum between my legs. Yet, with every subtle vibration, my mind drifts back to the cold metal encasing me, a cruel reminder of my reality. The game's dialogue fades into the background as I struggle to concentrate, the characters' voices blending with the echoing moans from the TV. My fingers move mechanically over the buttons, each press a hollow attempt to distract myself from the throbbing ache that refuses to subside.

The vibration is my constant companion throughout the day. Even when the message appears on my computer to be ready and kneel by the door for Master. My heart sinks, the familiar mix of dread and anticipation swirling in my chest. I pause the game, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the constant hum between my legs.

I kneel down by the door, the door opens, and my master steps into the room. "I trust you've had a productive day," he muses, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light.

"Please rise," he commands, and I struggle to my feet, feeling the familiar weight of the chastity belt between my legs. My cheeks burn with shame as I stand before him, my body aching for release.

Master steps closer, his eyes boring into mine, and I can feel the heat emanating from his body. "You've been a good girl today," he says, his voice low and rough. "I think it's time for a reward."
My heart skips a beat at his words. A reward? What could that mean? As if in answer to my unspoken question, he reaches out and undoes the buckle of the chastity belt. It falls to the floor with a loud clang, and I gasp in relief.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.

Master smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. He reaches out and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. I follow obediently, my heart pounding in my chest.

As we reach the bed, Master pushes me down onto it, his hands roaming over my body, feeling every inch of my skin. I gasp as his fingers trail down my sides, sending shivers down my spine. He pushes me onto my back, his body pressing against mine as he straddles me.

"I've been watching you," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I've seen how much you want me." He leans in close, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. "I can smell your desire."

My heart races as his words send shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, pressing against mine. I arch my back, silently begging for more.

His hands move to my chest, his fingers graze against my nipples, sending tingles throughout my body. He stops for a moment, looking into my eyes, before continuing his descent.

His breath is hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand brushes against my bare stomach, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I gasp as he traces a line down my abdomen, stopping just above my bare mound. His fingers graze against my skin, teasing me with the promise of what's to come.

"Please," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. I arch my back, silently begging for more.

He chuckles softly. "Be patient, toy," he says, his voice low and commanding. He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. "I want you to feel every inch of me."

I whimper softly, my body trembling with anticipation.

Master's hand trails lower, his fingers tracing along my inner thigh, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He stops just short of my aching core, teasing me mercilessly.

"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with desire. I reach out to touch him, but he pulls away, chuckling softly. "Not yet, toy. You must earn it."

He moves down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my skin. I arch my back, silently pleading for more. He stops at my hips, his hands gripping them firmly as he leans in close. His lips brush against my sensitive folds, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I gasp, my hands reaching out to grip the sheets.

Master's tongue probes my sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He groans softly, his hands gripping my hips as he delves deeper. I arch my back, pushing my hips towards him, silently begging for more.

He sucks on my clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. I moan loudly, my body trembling with pleasure. My hands fist in the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I ride the waves of ecstasy.
Master's fingers join his tongue, thrusting into me as he continues to suck. I cry out, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. My walls clench around his fingers, milking them as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

He pulls away slowly, his lips trailing kisses along my inner thighs. I whimper softly, my body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. He smirks, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

"Well done, toy," he says, his voice deep and resonant. He stands up, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. I watch him, my heart racing in my chest.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper, my voice still shaky from the intense pleasure. I watched as he climbed up the bed to sit beside me, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes fixed on me. He reaches out, his hand cupping my cheek gently.

"You're welcome, toy," he said, his voice deep and resonant. He pulled me closer, his lips pressing against mine.

Our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths. I feel his hand slide down my back, tracing the line of my spine before reaching my buttocks. He squeezes gently, pulling me even closer to him.
I moan softly, my body responding to his touch. His other hand trailing up my thigh, stopping just short of my core. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locked onto mine. "Are you ready for me, toy?" he whispers.

I nod, my heart racing in my chest. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes.

He positions himself between my legs, his muscular body looming over me. I gasp as he slowly pushes into me, filling me completely. I bite my lip, trying to suppress the moans that threaten to escape.
His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding my movements as he begins to thrust into me. The bed creaks beneath us, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation of being filled by him. His skin is warm against mine, and I can feel every ripple of his muscles as he moves.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Do you like how I fill you up, toy?" he whispers, his voice low and husky. I nod, my eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He smirks, his gaze intense.

He picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into me. I gasp, feeling the pressure building within me. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I arch my back, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan.
His breathing becomes ragged, and I can feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch.

I arch my back, pushing my hips against him, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan. The bed creaks loudly beneath us, the sound filling the room.
"You like that, don't you, toy?" he growls, his voice low and deep. I nod, my eyes fluttering closed as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

He reaches down, his hand finding my clit and circling it slowly. I cry out, my back arching even more as he teases me. He grins, his eyes dark with desire.

"Come for me, toy," he commands.

I gasp as he circles my clit faster, my body tensing in anticipation. The bed squeaks beneath us, our movements growing more frantic.

His other hand grips my hip tightly, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper into me. I moan loudly, feeling my orgasm building up inside me.

"Yes, Master," I whisper, my voice shaky with desire. He smirks, his eyes dark with lust.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me, leaving me gasping for air. I whimper, feeling empty and unsatisfied. He chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on me.

"Now, toy, it's time for your punishment." He smirks, reaching for something on the nightstand.

My heart races as I watch him pick up a riding crop. He runs it gently along my inner thigh, causing me to shiver. "Spread your legs wider, toy." His voice is commanding yet soothing.

I obey, spreading my legs as far as they can go. He circles my clit with the tip of the crop, teasing me mercilessly. I bite my lip, trying to contain my moans.

He taps the crop against my clit, making me gasp.

"Are you ready for your punishment, toy?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. He smirks and brings the crop down hard against my sensitive flesh. I cry out, arching my back in response to the pain.

He continues to strike my clit, alternating between gentle teasing and sharp pain. I whimper and squirm under his touch, unable to bear the sensation. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain.

Suddenly, he stops, causing me to whimper in disappointment. He chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on me.

"You're doing well, toy," he says, his voice softening. "But I think you need a little more punishment."

My heart races as he reaches for something else. This time, he picks up a small vibrator. I gulp, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. He runs the tip of the vibrator along my inner thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

"Spread your legs wider, toy," he commands. I obey, feeling my body tremble with anticipation. He circles my clit with the tip of the vibrator, teasing me mercilessly.

Suddenly, he pushes the vibrator inside me, filling me with a foreign object. I gasp, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure. The vibrator starts to buzz, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"Oh god," I moan, arching my back as he begins to move the vibrator in and out of me. My breathing becomes ragged, my body begging for release.

He increases the speed of the vibrator, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. I can feel my orgasm building up inside me, ready to explode.

My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. I dig my nails into the sheets, trying to hold on to something as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

"Come for me, toy," he commands, his voice low and commanding. I arch my back, pushing my hips against the vibrator as he thrusts it deeper inside me. My eyes roll back, my mouth open in a silent scream as I reach my peak.

I scream as I come, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. He continues to move the vibrator, prolonging my pleasure. I collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily as my body tries to catch up with the waves of pleasure.

"That was quite a show," he says, removing the vibrator from me. I feel a mix of disappointment and relief as the sensations fade away. He chuckles softly, running his fingers through my sweat-drenched hair.

"Now, it's time for you to rest," he says, his voice softening.

He tucks me in, kissing my forehead. I close my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. "I love you, Master," I reply. My eyes shoot open surprised at my own utterance, but Master is already gone.

As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder what he has in store for me tomorrow.