You lie curled up on the bed, fingers tracing the edges of the cuffs and collars that you wear. You've submitted to him. Why? Fear of pain? That might have been an answer three days ago, but now...now it's just another sensation that should be used to enhance your excitement. Was it because he knew how to excite you? None of the men you'd fucked recently had been able to adequately do that.
You rose and wandered into the bathroom. The walls were full length mirrors covered with thick Plexiglas. Likely transparent on the other side. There was no escape there. You had nothing to attempt to smash through. Then again, you were content. You had been so thoroughly satisfied in the last couple days that you weren't certain you wanted to go back to your old life...
You squat on the toilet and piss. The urine stream loud as it hits the water below. You stay seated, your full bowels announcing the need to evacuate. As you finish, you look about for the paper. It takes you a moment, but you find it. A single sheet protrudes from a slot in the wall. You pull on it. It comes free, one square. Another replaces it in the slot. You sigh, this could become frustrating. Eventually you gather enough to clean yourself properly. You look over at the bathtub. A disposable razor sits there with a shaving cream can. You check your pubic area. Smooth. Did he shave you while you were sleeping?
You remain alone all day. A light lunch is slid through a small opening at the bottom of the door. You eat it quietly and push the tray back through.
You lie in bed after your lunch. You idly play with yourself out of nothing other than boredom. At various times, you think that you should be trying to escape, but you make no move to actually try.
The day wears on and it starts to get late. You don't know what time it is, but you know you are starting to get hungry again.
You look up as the door opens. He walks in, masked as always. You quickly look down as you know you should and get off the bed to kneel on the floor. Again, he pulls a leash from his pocket and clips it to your collar. "Come." He says. You quickly stand and follow behind him.
He leads you through a large building, a manor of some type. Lavishly furnished and appointed, with obviously no expense spared, the structure was filled with rich woods, fine art and soft supple carpets that seemed to swallow your feet. You knew that whoever he was, he was wealthy enough not to get caught.
You follow behind him, ever obedient. You glance about as you pass through the kitchens. Servants-fully dressed- barely glance at you. This must be normal. You wonder if you will meet any of the others that have been enslaved.
He finally stops in front of a heavy door. He pauses a moment and opens it, leading you in. You squint as you step into bright, harsh lighting. The room smells of pipe, cigar and cigarette smoke. You cast furtive glances around, making out little due to the pervading darkness outside the circle of light, but realize that the room is filled with people. You flush with shame at your nudity, but do not hesitate to follow him.
He stops, center stage and drops your leash. Instinctively, you kneel beside him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you see next to me, Heather. Taken only two days ago, she has already accepted her fate and her role as a slave. I have never seen one so compliant or responsive to the pleasure training. We will now provide you with the evening's entertainment before moving on to business."
Your downcast eyes follow him as he stepped off the stage into the darkness. People dressed in black walked around the stage pushing pillows and large cushions onto it. A hand picks up your leash and pulls you back out of the way of the stage hands.
Soon, the stage is covered. Large cushions the size of mattresses and a multitude of colored throw pillows adorn it. The hand unclips your leash and you are pushed onto the center cushion.
Your heart pounds in your ribcage. You are very nervous, and wet. What kind of entertainment are you to provide? You think you know, and the thought excites you.
