Nick awoke smiling when he remembered why he felt so good that morning. The thought of his little fucktoy upstairs made his cock harden. He got out of bed and strode over to the monitors to look at his toy. She looked so sweet and innocent while asleep, her body curled up in a fetal position. As he watched her, he saw her eyelids flutter open, a smile of pure female satisfaction on her face. As her memories of the previous day kicked in, her expression changed from pleasure to shame. She hid her face in the pillows, her long hair fanning out over the white fabric. Nick's cock jerked, remembering the feel of that soft hair against his skin.
He picked up the microphone and spoke, "Time to get out of bed slut. Get clean, get dressed and meet me downstairs. Don't forget everything I told you last night." He saw her sit up in bed, saw the despair and fear in her eyes. She held the sheets over her body protectively, and he said "You know I've already seen you naked, drop the sheets now."
She closed her eyes, but obediently dropped the sheets. She stepped out of bed, and went into the bathroom. She frowned when she saw the safety razor and shaving gel. She didn't remember seeing them there the night before. She shivered when she realized that he had come into the room while she was asleep.
She stepped into the tub, turned on the shower and lathered her body. She squirted a fair amount of gel into her hand and rubbed it into her pubic hair. She drew the razor across her entire pubic area, from her mound to her ass, until she was completely bare. She then washed off all the soap, and stepped out of the tub, toweling herself dry.
She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a tight cropped tee-shirt that said "Fucktoy" on it. It was a size too small, and clung to her frame, barely covering the bottoms of her breasts. She pulled on a teeny red leather skirt and tugged it on. She found matching red heels, and strapped them onto her feet. Then she went over and sat in front of the dresser to put make-up on. She put on heavier make-up than she was used to, and finished it off with bright red lipstick. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't recognize herself as the Hunny who would be making partner in a few months. This Hunny looked like she was made for fucking. She shuddered again, a soft moan escaping her lips when she realized her pussy was wet. Her nipples were prominent through the thin cotton, and she knew it was because she was aroused.
She heard his voice, amusement clear "If you're done admiring yourself, get your butt downstairs."
She jumped, flushing in embarrassment at having been caught out. She found the door unlocked, and stepped out onto the dim stairwell. Once again she entered the cellar. He was already here, and a small table contained several dishes.
Her stomach grumbled when she saw the food. She hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day. He laughed, "I thought you might be hungry. Come have breakfast."
She smiled at him shyly, once again wondering at the different sides to him. He could be so kind and gentle, and then suddenly, he'd turn cold and rough. As she remembered just how cold and rough he had been the day before, she felt her nipples grow even harder. She blushed again, wondering if he noticed.
He held out a chair for her, and she sat down, thanking him quietly. He said, "You look perfect this morning, my fucktoy. You're dressed the way you should be, to show off that hot body of yours." She blushed yet again, wondering why this man had so much power over her; she who could reduce even the male associates to tears with just words.
"I know it's a far cry from how you dress at your firm." Her head jerked up and she stared at him, mouth open.
He laughed, sitting across her at the table. "Of course I checked who you are, my dear. I know where you work, where you live, and what you're doing here. I've taken the liberty of canceling all your hotel reservations. You're staying here from now on."
She began to protest, and he reached over and popped a morsel of food into her mouth. "Eat. You'll need to keep up your strength. I intend to use you well today." He laughed at the expression on her face. She was starving, so she told herself that she wouldn't bother to fight with him until after she'd had breakfast.
He watched her eat, smiling indulgently. When she was done, he told her to clear the table, and load the dishes in the dumbwaiter in the corner. She hadn't noticed it before; but then, she'd been rather preoccupied.
"Now, my dear, it's time to answer some of your questions, even the ones you haven't asked. I'm only keeping you here til your vacation is over. Then you're free to go back to your previous life...if you decide you should want to do so." He raised a hand to forestall her comments. "Listen to me. You're a born submissive, your body knows that, even if your mind protests. You've never had stronger, or more intense orgasms than when I'm using you. I'm willing to bet that you've not been able to sustain a long term relationship; the men you meet are too in awe of you, your brains, your looks, your talent. You tire of them easily, don't you?"
She reluctantly nodded, a little bit frightened by how well he was reading her.
He continued, "I can give you what you need, someone to submit to, who will use you the way your body wants. Someone who, while admiring your face and form and brain, will not let you control him. Someone who will fuck your hot cunt and ass and mouth whenever he wants."
She bit her lip. His words were resonating through her body. She realized she was squeezing her thighs together, and she forced herself to hold still. He laughed, noticing everything she was trying to hide. He said, "You're going to be my plaything, Hunny. You'll be my fucktoy. And you'll enjoy every second of it."
She whimpered, feeling her arousal grow even stronger.
He added, "You'll find me a fair Master. When I'm using you I might be rough, because I can sense that's what you're craving. But afterwards, I will make sure you are all right; that you don't want for anything. Yesterday, I had to show you what you've been denying all these years. Now get up, Hunny."
She slowly rose from the table, her body shaking. He walked over to her, and reached between her legs. "Good girl, you shaved." He chuckled when his exploratory fingers emerged gleaming with her juices. He put them to her lips and nodded approvingly when she licked his fingers clean. "I knew you'd be a quick study."
He led her over to another table, and made her bend over. He locked her ankles to the table's legs, and then locked her wrists to the front legs. He stepped back to admire her, enjoying the way the tight red skirt rode up, exposing her round little ass and sweet bare pussy. He reached over to tug her tee-shirt up over her breasts, so her sensitive nipples rested on the cool metal surface of the table. She moaned, feeling her aureolae crinkling even further into tight hard peaks.
He moved back over to her face, and undid his trousers, once again revealing his already erect cock. He rubbed it over her eyes, nose and mouth, smearing pre-cum over her skin. She whimpered but didn't protest and when he pressed the bulbous tip to her red lips, she parted them without his having to tell her. He pumped slightly, sighing with pleasure when her warm tongue caressed him. He eased his cock deep into her mouth and watched her take it in, bright red whorish lips straining around his girth. Her dark brown eyes were filled with lust, and still the slightest, most delightful hint of shame and humiliation. He knew it would take her a while to get used to the idea of being his fucktoy.
She sucked and slurped on his cock with increasing enthusiasm, she was shocked at how much she wanted to please him. She swirled her tongue over his hot flesh, moaning around his thickness and quivering with pleasure each time he sighed with approval.
He leaned over her, and casually slapped her ass cheeks. He felt her gasp and moan around his cock. He growled, "Keep sucking slut! I'd better not feel any teeth!"
He started spanking her harder, dropping blow after blow on her ass. He watched her light brown skin turn a fiery red and felt her sucking increase. His cock inched deeper into her throat and he felt her gag. He stayed still for a few seconds and then pulled back slightly, only to shove back in again.
When her ass was practically glowing, he stopped spanking her and just enjoyed the feeling of her mouth around him. He looked down at her and smiled at the tears that stained her face because her red lips were still obediently sucking. He suddenly pulled back, and chuckled when she moaned in protest. She panted softly, her body trembling, her ass burning, but her pussy absolutely soaked.
She couldn't see where he went; he had moved behind her. She heard the sound of wheels and wondered what he had in store. He had set up a surprise for her...
He rolled a machine behind her and carefully positioned it between her legs. He then returned to his slut's mouth, studied it and shook his head. "You've smeared your lipstick over my cock, and now there's none on your lips!" He grabbed a tube of crimson lipstick and applied a liberal coating on her lips, deliberately careless, so she looked even more like a whore. He nodded in satisfaction.
