You wake up from your nap, shaking your head, your curly red hair in your eyes. You feel slightly woozy, almost as if the room is spinning. You try to hold your head but your hand stops short, a clanking sound meeting your ears.
You're chained to the bed. You remember now. Master pleasured himself with you earlier and left your hands cuffed to the headboard. You look over at the night table and there's a folded piece of paper there next to the alarm clock, which reads eight thirty. You shift your arms in the manacles and grab the piece of paper, unfolding it.
'kitten. Be ready for guests at ten p.m.'
That's all it says. No warnings or other information. Just guests. More than one. You lie back down and wait to here footsteps coming to your room.
They come soon, your Master coming down to make sure you are ready. "Good, kitten. Are you ready for company?" He asks you this casually as he uncuffs your arms and attaching a leash to the black leather collar around your neck.
"Master," you say, getting his attention. "What is kitten doing for company?"
"You, kitten," he answers, "are going to help me show the company how a good slave acts and is trained. Understood?"
"Yes, Master," you say, lowering your head as he runs his hand through your hair.
He beckons you to follow him down to the basement, holding your leash. You look at him as he turns to go. He's fairly tall, somewhere just shy of six feet. His hair is brown and his shirt and pants are both black. You've only looked into his eyes once. You think they are blue. He also has a brown goatee.
He is your Master. You don't remember his real name. He's never told you what it was. At least, not that you remember. Your own name is...is...it's hard to remember. He calls you 'kitten,' so that must be your name.
He says nothing to you as you are led downstairs. He has you kneel on the floor by a metal plate that is bolted to the floor with four u-bolts attached at the corners. You do so obediently. He produces four sets of chains and manacles, locking the manacles around your wrists and ankles, and then snapping the chains around the u-bolts, holding you secure. You lay down on the floor, your head curled up on your arm as Master smiles down at you. He turns and walks away, heading upstairs to wait for the others.
Your reverie is broken by the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. Many of them. You had expected three, maybe four. A dozen men appear, thirteen counting Master. You suddenly feel very exposed and vulnerable, dressed only in your collar and a black thong. They spread out, making a ring around you, Master standing by your head. You kneel next to him, your head leaning against his leg.
"Welcome, gentlemen. You all know who I am. This," he says, indicating you, "Is kitten. That is not her real name, obviously. Her real name is Alexis, but she doesn't respond to that anymore, do you, kitten?" You shake your head no. "She is my slave and has been for some time. kitten, say hello to everyone."
You keep your eyes on the floor but wave your hand at everyone. Master pets you, your back arching slightly, almost mewing as you react to his stroking. Suddenly, the petting stop and Master moves away, almost overbalancing you.
"Any questions before we start, gentlemen?" Master is walking around in your a small circle, staking his claim as your Owner. One of the visitors raises his hand.
"Sir, why did you name her 'kitten?'"
"That's a good question. When I pet her like this," Master says, returning his hand to your head, you reflexively moving your head against his hand, almost purring. "See how she reacts? Just like a cat. Hence, kitten." Master smiles down at you and you briefly smile back up at him then quickly lower your face to the ground.
Another man raises his hand. "Do you keep her down here all the time? Does she sleep down here?"
