Hello readers! Here is the nineteen chapter in the series. Thanks again to my followers, both old and new. I've caught up to myself on parts written but am still working on new parts and will submit them as soon as I get them ready. As always, leave a comment with your thoughts and rate if you would like.
I was more nervous at work that day than normal. Most days I was a wreck anyways; always trying to make sure both my panties and my bra were concealed from everyone. That included my chest that I knew was starting to bud out. While I was still a far cry away from my huge faux rack, they were enough that I wanted to keep hidden. My jacket was doing the job so far, but I didn't know how long that was going to last.
With those thoughts still active in my head, most of my day was spent wondering what new hell Brady had in store for me. I was so relieved that my usual weekend escapades would be stopped; if only for a short while. I hated having to dress in that ridiculous maid's uniform and clean those filthy room. Of course, worse than that was having my body being used and abused for the pleasure of others; all the while having to act like I was thoroughly enjoying it.
I didn't see Brady at all that day at work. It was as relieving as it was stressful, ironically. Not knowing where he was lurking or what his mischievous mind had planned made me quite unsettled. He could have easily popped up to make whatever surprise he had in store start while I was still at work. Yet, I was able to make it through that Friday without any incidents or embarrassments.
Brady was already back at the house when I arrived home. I didn't see him right off; only his car backed up to the stoop. That was quite unusual. His normal spot was under my carport where I used to park. After stepping inside, I found a bag sitting by the back door. At first I figured it was for me, but it was not a bag I was used to taking on my slutty weekend trips. This bag was one from the master bedroom closet. I'd seen it plenty of times while hanging his clothes up after washing and ironing them.
"Well, Dafni, another weekend is upon us," I heard Brady say as he stepped down the hall. He must have seen me studying the bag along with the confused look on my face. "I'm sure you're quite excited to know what my little surprise is for you?"
"Yes, Master."
"I know we've had our little ups and downs in our relationship," he said with a smug smile. What a fucking understatement! "And just like in any relationship, it's best that both parties have a little space from each other from time to time. Don't you agree?"
Was he saying what I think he was saying? It seemed like he was talking about the two of us getting away from each other. That usually entailed at least one party leaving and it was his bag that was packed.
I vigorously nodded my head, unable to stop my enthusiasm.
"Calm down, Sissy," he said with a smirk. "Yes, I will be going away for the weekend. It'll only be for a short time though, so you won't miss me too much."
On the inside, I was ecstatic. He was leaving; really leaving! While I could have been wrong, it didn't make sense for both of us to get space from one another away from the house. That could only mean I was going to have my house back to myself. Very little since he'd moved himself in had I been truly alone; and even then I was either locked up or performing chores. The thought of me being my own person again was very cheerful.
Then I began to consider the fact that there was going to be a catch. There was always a catch. Brady wouldn't forgo a weekend of me making him money just to give me some breathing room. He too much enjoyed being overbearing of me.
"I know your just a ditzy airhead, but I think even you know that this won't be a weekend of rest for you."
I fucking knew it!
"What am I supposed to be doing, Master?"
"For a few weeks now, Miss Eve has been helping me with a bidding site I've listed you on. Your many weeks of dutiful domestics as well as your slutty trysts at your favorite motel have really gotten some attention. I've had loads of bids for you to be rented for the entire weekend!"
And there it was; the catch that I knew was coming. It definitely took the wind beneath my wings and my elated high took a nose dive. The men I was forced to entertain, along with their vile cum, was something I absolutely hated. That being said, I knew that I only had a very short window with them before they'd be on their way. This sounded like a whole new scheme in which I wouldn't be rented for minutes or hours but actual days!
"Where will I go after the bid?"
With a smile, he said condescendingly, "Dafni! Surely your ditzy brain can work that out."
It already had! I was just looking for confirmation. Why else would Brady have a bag packed to leave the house he'd commandeered.
"They're coming here?"
"See, I knew you could do it! So yes, my slave. Not only is someone going to be renting you for the whole weekend, but they'll also be renting this house. You'll be taking care of them in the same manner that you take care of me. I've advertised complete obedience and submission on your part and they will get what they paid for."
The way he talked, it sounded as if some guy had already won.
"Did you already rent me?" I couldn't help asking, feeling a bit panicked.
"Oh yes! It was quite the bidding war too. Many placed their bid but there were really only two users who went back and forth." Brady had a shine about him amid his disgusting, yellowing skin. As if he were a cartoon character, I could almost see the dollar signs appear in his eyes. "In the end, it was one of them that finally won out."
I thought that he was done, but he had one more note to add to the end of that.
"Well, actually it was two that won."
"Two?" I couldn't help but say aloud.
"Yes, Sissy. You'll have two renters for this weekend. Well, two official renters who I'll relinquish control of you to them. They'll likely have some people over and I'm sure you'll be ordered to perform many different services you've come so accustomed to."
I knew what that meant. It wouldn't be merely services such as doing the laundry and washing the dishes. I'd be used as a sex toy for their amusement all weekend long while being a prisoner in my own home. I dreaded to think of what all they'd use me for.
