An Unexpected Master

I wanted to start off by saying, because some of you have asked, yes, I have a Master now. It's really complicated, and I will tell you how it all came to be as this story continues. To those who have commented or emailed me directly, thank you. It means more than you could know. If you haven't and want to talk, ask a question, or tell me what you think, please do. I have found writing this story very helpful to remembering what happened. And I'm not done yet.

I was advised, even though I don't think there really is any question, to say specifically everyone I write about is an adult.

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I awoke on Saturday to light coming in through a gap in the curtains. I was sore from everything I had done yesterday. My eyes especially hurt. Those contacts were hard on them.

I lay in bed for a little while, trying to decide what to do. I was comfortable, but that isn't something I usually do. What I really needed was to get to the gym. I needed time on the elliptical, some weights, and some resistance training. Being a fucktoy isn't easy, you know. And that isn't something that comes from my Master. When I decided I was going to do this for Charles, I knew I was becoming a fucktoy, but what the hell.

I sat up in bed and decided to try something I hadn't done before. I spoke out to the air, hoping my Master was listening. "Master?" He replied at once. "Yes, slave?" I gathered my courage then asked, "May I please go to the gym to workout?" I was glad he replied with permission, but he also demanded I wear my Bia Brazil outfit, which was very revealing and gave less support to my 34Gs than I liked, but I had no choice.

It only took a minute for me to get ready, then I was out the door of the bedroom, which swung open as soon as I came out of the bathroom. My long blonde hair up in a ponytail, wearing just a small sports bra, shorts, and running shoes, and I was out the door, key fob and water bottle in hand.

After yesterday's fun, I decided I needed another good workout. I kept it up for about an hour and a half, which is a bit longer than normal, but it felt good. I really do like a good workout. It makes me feel like I am doing something I should be, for a change. I especially like the elliptical. I can get the same cardio workout as running without the impact or making my girls bounce so much. I like how they are perky, staying high on my chest, and I want to keep them that way as long as possible.

I really pushed myself, but I also knew I couldn't stay here all day. Eventually, I finished up, cooled down, then headed back upstairs to the apartment. I had to admit, this was a really good gym, much bigger and better equipped than most private ones I have seen.

I walked into the apartment like I lived there, which I guess I did, at least temporarily. I stopped off first at the refrigerator, curious if there was any food. Surprising me not in the least, there was a plate waiting for me, again, perfect for my diet. I ate quickly, knowing what needed to be done. As soon as I was finished, I went straight to the shower, stripping off along the way. It was interesting my Master had not given me any orders yet. It was almost like he wanted to see if I would keep the routine.

As before, I took my time in the shower. I enjoyed the hot water. I also wanted to scrub as much of those men off me as I could. Fortunately, I don't need to shave as much. A Brazilian wax, followed by a laser treatment, had made that a much lesser problem.

As I came out of the bathroom, I noticed something I really didn't want to see. The cabinet that was really my cell was standing open. Yesterday wasn't any fun in there. But I could see what my Master wanted. It made no sense to try to fight, because I would just lose anyway. So I walked over to the door.

Before I stepped inside, I noticed something was different. There was a pair of plastic covered strings or something hanging down from the top which ended in little clips. There were also what looked like little boxes, about 3 inches high, sitting on the floor behind the ankle cuffs. I didn't know what to do, so I stopped, confused.

My Master provided instructions at that point. "Put on the gag as you did yesterday. Then step inside, facing the door as before. Put your heels on the boxes, then set your ankles in the cuffs." I did as I was told. As before, the bar seemed to move on its own, then locked tightly around my ankles, keeping me from moving. The boxes kept me up on my tiptoes, like I was wearing my stilettos.

"Before you put your arms up, put the clips on your nipples." Wonderful. I hate nipple clamps, but I also had no choice. As I put them on, I noticed they were a dull gold on the inside. They held in place, but didn't cut into me or compress my nipples too hard. I could definitely feel them, but it didn't really hurt, not like clovers or the talon clamps. Once they were in place, I reached up and put my wrists in the cuffs on the upper bar. In a second, they snapped shut and I was trapped. Before I really could think about it, the door swung shut and locked, leaving me in darkness again.

I was surprised when I heard my Master's voice. "Slave, for your sake, I suggest you get up on your toes and keep your heels off the boxes. Here is why." Suddenly, I felt an electric shock in my nipples. In a flash, I realized what was happening. The clips were attached to wires, and there was a button or something on top the boxes. If my heels touched them, I got shocked. That really hurt. I managed to get up on my toes and make it stop.

"In case you were wondering, slave, there is a reason for this. I noticed yesterday you needed some posture training. This practice should help you stand up straighter in your heels. Enjoy." I didn't believe it for a minute. This was simply torture.

For the next hour, I was shocked over a dozen times. Again and again, I would ease back onto my heels, not even knowing I was doing it. Each time, my tits would suddenly be shocked with electricity. I thought this was dangerous? It had to be. But I had no choice but to take it.

I fought to try to keep myself under control. I started screaming into my gag each time I was shocked, the pain getting more intense each time, and my screams getting louder and longer. I was sure my Master had set it that way. I knew it wasn't in my head.

Not only that, but my legs, angles, and feet were burning. Each time I held myself up a little less each time. I couldn't do this much longer before I would just be stuck down on the boxes, getting continuously shocked. I was losing my mind. All I could feel was the pain in my tits, getting sharper with every jolt. I started seeing flashes in my eyes, like firecrackers, wondering if they were real or not. Every shock made me jerk in my bonds, trying to get loose, and all too often, bringing my heels down onto the boxes again and causing another shock of electricity to rip through my tits.

Fortunately, this torture finally came to an end. As it had yesterday, the door unexpectedly sprung open. As the cuffs snapped open, this time I did fall forward, desperate to get away from the electricity. The clips were torn from my nipples as a fell, which caused me to screech again, but at least I couldn't be shocked again.

I ended up on my hands and knees, trying to get my breath. I reached up and pulled that horrible double mouthguard gag out, letting it drop on the floor. After a few minutes, I finally collapsed into a ball, curled up, trying to get myself together. I knew my Master was watching me on the cameras in this apartment that was really my prison. I only hoped I would get a few minutes to rest.

I don't know how long I was there. It was several minutes at least. I lay there, cradling my 34Gs. They hurt so badly from being shocked. I didn't know what to do. They almost were burning and definitely were warm. I finally got up and tried to cool them off with cold water. It seemed like they felt better after a few minutes in the shower again.

When I came out of the bathroom the second time, I noticed a drawer was open in the closet. Before I could do anything, my Master spoke, "Dawn, put on to red bikini, the clear heels, and your coverup. There is a bag in the drawer for you also with things you will need. Don't forget the suntan lotion. We don't want you to burn." No kidding. I don't burn as easily as some fair-skinned women, but when I do burn, it gets really bad. So I wasn't going to risk it."

To call it a red bikini is almost too much. It's tiny. Even smaller than the blue one I wore for my Master in the pictures only a few weeks ago. If he wanted me to wear it, that could only mean someone was going to see it. And it is a bright, metallic, fire engine red that absolutely no one can ignore. The one time I wore it, on a beach in the Caribbean with Charles, absolutely every eye was on me the entire time. Exciting, at least when I was there. Today, I didn't think I would like it as much.

But, as always, there really wasn't a lot of choice. The bottoms had a tiny triangle in the front, with a thong, plus a little triangle at the top, in the back. It covered everything, but it was very tight. I really hoped I didn't need to move too much.

The top was just as tiny. The triangles were very small. They basically covered the center of the front of each breast, but that was it. The string could not go under my tits, as if I put it that low, my nipples would show. That meant the string in the middle of my tits was a bridge, half an inch off my chest. Pulling them both out of the drawer, I wondered how I was going to make this work. I was missing something I had used last time.

Having a thought, I pulled the bag out of the drawer, which had been under the bikini. I guess my Master is as smart as I am on this. It was a beach bag, a good quality one. Inside I found a towel, the coverup, a pair of sunglasses, some suntan lotion, an iphone, a book to read, and a bottle of bikini bite. If you don't know what bikini bite is, it is a kind of light glue that holds clothes in place, especially ones you don't want moving. Its not foolproof, but it is waterproof, to a point, and works really well if I pay attention to what I'm doing.

Before I put anything on, I decided to get the suntan lotion on me. It was going to be bad enough being undressed like this, I didn't need to make it worse trying to reach all over myself in front of whoever was going to be there. Not only that, but trying to put it on my face makes me look awful. So, I took several minutes in front of the mirror and got a good layer all over me so I didn't turn into a fried blonde.

Working with the bikini, it took me a few minutes to get everything in place. I put the bottom on first, then liberally used the bikini bite to prevent accidents. The top was really hard to get on right, because it really was too small for my 34Gs. Again, a lot of bikini bite was needed.

I slipped the heels on my feet, then pulled the coverup over me. That was really just a black cotton dress, just above my knees, simple as could be. With it on, I was decently covered, with only the clear heels as a hint of how I was otherwise, I guess I can call it "dressed." The sunglasses were really interesting. They were the kind with the really big round lenses, like some women wear. They would be attention getting, that was for certain. At least they kept my eyes from being seen too clearly, but they were not mirrored.

With all of this stuff, it was obvious I was going to the beach or something, but where? My Master provided the answer a moment later. "Take your fob and the bag, then take the elevator to the third floor. Go to the pool. You will get further instructions on the phone when you get to the door."

I almost shrugged. It was obvious I was about to be put on display again, but to who, I hadn't a clue. Since I had no choice, and really, nothing better to do, and this did get me out of my prison for a while, I picked up the bag and headed for the door, collecting my fob along the way.

Down the hall again, and into the elevator. I realized this was the first time I had been off at this floor. It was almost like I was now living in this building, which I guess, in a sense, I was. I tried not to think about that, how I had lost control of my life and my body.

When the doors opened, I saw there was a sign on the wall pointing toward the pool. I hoped the weather would cooperate. There is nothing worse than being poolside in the cold. I clicked down the hall, seeing the glass door at the end, brightly lit with the reflection of the sun off the concrete. It seemed like the weather was good outside. At least I would have a good excuse to wear my sunglasses and hide my face, at least a little bit.

Reaching the door, I could see there were people outside, but it didn't seem like there were too many. It was hard to see details, with the sun reflecting off the water and concrete right into my face. I heard the phone beep, so I pulled it out of the bag to see what it said.

The text message, from my Master: "Go outside, walk to the far end, to the lounger in the middle. Lose the coverup, then lay out and get some sun.

I put on the sunglasses. Not exactly my favorite kind, but I had to admit, they made me look hot. I took a deep breath and summoned some spine. I had to go out there and put myself on display. I had no choice. So, I pushed open the door and stepped out.

The sound of my heels on the concrete pool deck caused every head to turn. Fortunately, there were only about 8 people out there. Unfortunately for me, they were all fairly young guys, college students by the look of them. Their eyes scanned me up and down, some of them with a questioning look as to why I was wearing heels, and clear ones at that. They were over on the right side of the pool, so I walked down the left, which meant all they really saw was the heels and my black coverup.

When I got to the other end, there were five loungers across in the front row. Stepping up to the middle one, I put the bag on the ground and pulled the towel out. I noticed my Master had only given me one towel, so there was no chance for me to use a second one to cover myself. I spread the towel out on the lounger, then pulled out the book, and the phone, putting them on the towel.

With that, I turned around and faced the guys. There was nothing else I could do to delay. I had no sign my Master was there, figuring none of these young men could possibly be him. There were some cameras I could see, but they all looked like regular security cameras to me, but who knew? I was sure my Master could see me, somehow, even if he were standing at a window of the building which towered over the pool.

I pulled my arms into the coverup, then slid them down and grabbed the dress from the inside. It took me just a moment, then I was able to pull it up, and in one swift motion, pulled it over my head, as I bent forward slightly to get it all the way off me.

As soon as it popped loose, I flipped my head back and shook my long blonde hair out. When I brought my face back down, I realized all movement had stopped and every eye on the pool deck was on me, or to tell the truth, on my 34Gs. Those not wearing sunglasses were super wide, as they start to roam all over my body.

I only stood there for a moment before I couldn't do it anymore. I turned, slid my feet out of the heels, then sat down on the lounger. Finally, I was able to swing around and get settled in on the cushions. I laid my head back on the top of the lounger, set up at a medium angle, and looked down the deck at the guys, through my sunglasses, hiding my eyes.

The guys had gotten completely quiet. There wasn't a word, a snicker, a laugh, nothing. They were all staring at me. None of them wanted to move, say anything, or even breathe. It was actually both humiliating and intoxicating at the same time. I could see a hungry look on some of their faces, as if my body was something they wanted to consume. It was really exciting to be looked at as a piece of meat, but it hurt at the same time. How could this be? And how fucked up was I that I was liking being put on display like this, even a little bit?

It took several minutes of me looking at them through my sunglasses, which of course kept them guessing if I was really watching or just asleep, before they finally started moving again. For the next several minutes, they moved slowly, always keeping their heads turned my direction. I could almost feel their eyes roaming all over my body, taking in every inch they could.

Finally, the guys started moving again. The conversation picked up and they got back in the water to swim and play. I started looking them over, for lack of anything else to do. I had the book in my hand, but I didn't give a damn about it. My Master had given me some smut romance novel, which I suppose looked good, but was garbage for a woman as educated as me to read. So instead, I decided to watch.

The guys were mostly not my type. Kind of stupid, actually. But I did notice one of them. He was over 6 feet tall, thin, decently muscled but not too much, more like a runner does. Dark hair, not too long. But his eyes were what caught me -- they were smart. This guy knew what he was doing. He was careful never to look directly at me, but more than most of them, he was paying attention.

Over the next 15 minutes or so, I rested and watched. I tried not to move much, so as not to get them back to watching me. I just kept watching, seeing what they were doing, especially the tall one.

Not too unexpectedly, I heard the phone that had been in the bag beep. I reached down with one hand and picked it out of the bag to see what the message was. It read, "Which one do you like?" What did he really expect me to do here? But I couldn't just ignore my Master. So I told the truth.

"The tall one." I probably should have guessed what was going to happen next. The response was simple: "Cougar him."

I sat there in shock. He meant it, I knew that much. But this time, my Master wasn't forcing someone on me. Oh no, he wanted me to take this guy, who I had chosen, and fuck him. But what choice did I have, really? Was I going to try to say no? I knew better.

I decided to start watching my boy a lot closer. I say, "boy," but he was clearly 20 or so. But even for me, still relatively young, that's a boy and my Master was right -- I was cougaring here. But so what? If I was going to have to do this, and that wasn't a question, then I was going to do it right and have some fun at it.

I inched myself up a bit on the lounger, then got where I could see him. As he moved around with his friends, I started letting my eyes, and then my whole head, move to track him as he moved around the pool. It didn't take long for him to notice I was watching. I was interested to see it wasn't one of the friends who saw me looking first. Maybe this boy really was smart.

He started watching me, the same way I was watching him. He would track me, no matter where he went around the pool. He never spoke, and he didn't act like he knew I was watching, he just watched me. We kept this dance up for about half an hour, until I knew he wasn't going to make a move on his own. That left it up to me.

First, I needed to get my hair fixed. I couldn't get chlorine into it or it would turn into a mess. Besides, if I was going to give this boy a ride, I didn't want to have wet hair. I know, that's another crazy thought, but this whole situation is beyond crazy, so there isn't anything to do but try to deal with it. So I dug in the bag, got the hair scrunchie which was part of the bikini set, and pulled my blonde hair into a ponytail, which I doubled up so it wouldn't get in the water. I don't look nearly as good that way, but as I said, I had a reason for doing this.