She didn't think her life would end up this way.
And yet here she was, waiting for her master to put on her collar and take her wherever.
But this isn't to say that Eva didn't like it. The slight shiver that ran through her body as the man in front of her buckled the leather collar at her neck said it all.
Eva didn't think her life would end up this way.
She didn't think she'd be a simple happy sex slave.
- A few months earlier -
Eva dashed out of her apartment, pale, slightly tanned hands fumbling with the keys. Dammit she really needed one of those auto lock things she'd seen she thought as she bent down to pick up the keys she'd dropped in her hurry.
As she bent from the corner of her eye she saw someone's feet pause in front of her. As she rose up Eva saw a man, a boy really with a glazed look
... directed at her breasts. She blushed. She nodded in his direction and walked into the elevator while thanking whoever was above for the slight ego boost. Sure. She knew she wasn't terrible to look at. She let her hand wander down her white office shirt. It curved around her breasts that rested at a nice plump cup c and slid down her stomach which wasn't entirely flat as you'd believe. Her hand rested on her small pooch, insecurities rising. No. She shook her head. So what if she had a bit of fat? She never minded it.
It was only when she started going out. When they eyed her and left that she thought of it as a problem.
Whatever. She thought and straightened her shirt and pulled up her high-waisted pants slightly before she got out.
She didn't have time to think about that now.
On her ride to her new job interview she read through her portfolio one last time.
The job called for 'artistic assistants' which while being really vague was summed up by her as assistant art directors which fit perfectly with her resume and her previous post as an art teacher.
She sighed as she thought about her old job. It was a stifling affair with a strict dress code and even stricter rules. She had hated her stay there. Eva had only taken that job to please her parents.
But her parents have gone now. Up and left the country for some reason and left her with half their assets. So she had a substantial bank account yes, she thought as she got out of the cab and stood outside a tall off white building. But she didn't want to be unemployed.
After all, she liked being useful.
Eva was a bit confused at the building. It was at the edge of the city and in a pretty high end neighborhood. If anything it looked more like a manor house with its rather decent yard and ivory white carved pillars. Well it is an art job. She reasoned. Who knows what eccentric boss she was going to get.
She stepped through the doors. The hall was carpeted. Strange. She thought it would be hardwood. There was a receptionist and Eva was informed to take the elevator to the fifth floor for her appointment. Well it's certainly modified. She thought as the elevator dinged at the fifth floor
She got out and made her way to the door at the end of the hall and knocked.
"Come in" said a voice. It was male. Eva went inside.
"Welcome to Black Magic Miss Wilson. I'm Alexi," The man gestured at her to sit. His black eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. " If this goes well, I'll be your boss or guide call in whatever."
Eva nodded grateful for the light mood be bad created. She really wanted this to go well. This place looked amazing.
After a few questions Alexi nodded. "Everything seems to be in order... in fact it looks great! " Eva squirmed in her seat as he looked her up and down.
What exactly did he mean?
"Why don't you start working straight away?"
Eva gasped. " Does this mean I've got the job?"
Alexi laughed and ran a hand through his black hair.
Stop it. Eva scolded herself. Her boss looked good. So what. She was here for the job.
