I met him by the front door of the apartment house ad agreed. He shook my hand, and I felt at first as if I was one of his prospective clients, coming to view an apartment he was selling.
He was very tall and professionally dressed in a dark grey suit. He was around 55 years with greying hair and a bit of a belly. He smiled down at me (I felt very small in his presence) and settled the amount in the elevator on the way up to the second floor. He added a good tip and caressed by cheek.
"Now you are completely mine, right?"
"Yes, I am yours now," I answered, feeling a little nervous.
We stepped out and he opened the door to a completely empty and quite big apartment. He turned on a main switch and the lights came on everywhere. It was still light outside but I blinked anyhow at the stark brightness.
"Strip naked!" he ordered.
I complied and undressed as he watched. He explained that he had already sold the apartment to a middle-aged couple with a teenage son and daughter.
He instructed me to gather my clothes and follow. We walk along a corridor and into a beautiful open kitchen. I was to place my stuff in the oven and close it. He pushed a button and told me to try to open the front again. I couldn't and he laughed explaining that there was a secret safety mode on this cooker and that I'd get my clothes back only if I followed all his orders.
He grinned devilishly and took my hand. He showed me around the kitchen and opened a drawer. It was full if clothes pins and large paper clamps. I was instructed to take them all and go to the window.
He showed me the view, of a large inner courtyard between the houses, with a nice playground in the middle. Some teenage guys were throwing snow balls at each other there.
He instructed me to put clamps on my nipples and one on each of my pussy lips. Then I had to put clothes pins on my earlobes, tongue and one on my clitoris. He caressed my hair and back as I put them on.
He then showed me around the three bedrooms and then the main bathroom. There he had me kneel in front of the toilet and lift the lid.
"You are a filthy whore, Lena, and I want you to flush yourself now!"
I hesitated but obeyed and leaned in and down deep in the bowl. I was thankful it smelt and was obviously clean. The porcelain felt ice cold and as I reached up and pushed, and the water drenched my hair and face, I gasped!
I looked up, feeling my wet hair cling to my neck and face, he laughed.
"Tell me what you are!"
"I am .... gag ... a Wh ore.." I mumbled with the clothes pin on my tongue.
"Yes!"
He pulled me up by the hand. He handed me four weights with hooks attached. I attached them to my nipple and labia clamps as instructed. He walked me along to the big living room. I felt the weights pull on my tits and pussy, so much.
He had me stand in front of the big window, with a view of the street and another apartment building opposite, but not very near.
There were lights on and people going about their things in some of the windows of the five storied house.
The real estate agent caressed my back and hips, standing behind me. He spread my legs wider and caressed my tits and face, flicking the clothes pins and clamps.
I gasped and moaned. He continued down and played around with my pussy, gently at first and I slowly got wet and aroused. He didn't say much except "such a good whore" a few times.
Then he left me alone standing still with my hands behind my neck, in the bright light in front if the window. A few people saw me, some women closing their curtains but a few men curiously staring.
When the real estate agent came back he had a huge black cock dildo with a suction cup with him. He put it down on the floor between my legs. He took off the clothes pin from my tongue and told me to get down and suck it.
I obeyed as he unzipped and took out his cock and slowly masturbated.
"Sit on it, look up and open your mouth!"
I obediently straddled it and guided it into me. It felt huge and cold as I let it penetrate me as far as it could go.
I looked up and opened my mouth.
He stepped in and slapped my face with his cock.
"Beg for it!"
