I wake up groggy and very drowsy. My first sense that returns to me is touch. I can feel that I'm being carried in a man's arms. My hands are tied with rope and laid on my stomach.
I've been put in a small dress that is a couple sizes too small, it's very tight, but at least I'm wearing something. My eyes and mouth are unrestrained. I flick my tongue round my mouth noticing it's very dry. When was the last time I had something to drink? I ask myself. I open my eyes. Trying to see where I am or who's holding me. I look up and see a man's face. He looks handsome. He must be in his late 30s. I test my voice.
"Who, who are ... you?" It's weak and quiet. But he hears.
"You're safe with me, slave." He responds to me. Slave! I remember with a start of my last memory, being sold at that awful auction. I'm a slave. I realise with a sigh. I'm too tired to say anything more. I can feel my eyelids getting heavy.
"The planes ready, sir." Someone in the distance says. The man holding me starts walking and I can tell we are outside walking towards a private jet. I close my eyes again and pass out from exhaustion.
****
When I awake again I'm feeling much better and back to normal. I'm lying on my back in a double bed, with fluffy white pillows and a big duvet with a black cover. It's quite a fancy room with obviously expensive furniture.
The dress from the last time I was awake has been removed and I'm naked again, all apart from a collar that is secured around my neck. I notice a mirror that's on the wardrobe the opposite side of the room. I sit up and take a look at my reflection. My hair is tangled and dirty. The collar around my neck is red and made from soft fabric that I couldn't remember the name of. There's no buckle and no way of getting it off.
The duvet falls down as I move forward to sit on the edge of the bed, exposing my naked body, exploring the room with my eyes. Two doors are in the room. One I'm guessing leads to a bathroom and the other to a hallway. There's a shelf on one of the walls with DVD cases and books. All by the looks of it on BDSM.
The bedroom door opens and the man that was carrying me before comes in. I pull the duvet from the bed and cover my body. His dark hair is neat and is cut quite short but styled. It looks very modern and fashionable. He walks over and stands in front of me.
"Firstly, let's establish the ground rules. Rule one: Only speak when spoken to and answer every thing you say with master or sir."
"No! You can't do this you sick freak!" I yell at him.
"Rule two: You are to be naked at all times unless given other instructions by me. Rule three: You are my property and I can do with you as I please. I paid a lot of money for you and I expect to get what I paid for --- "
"No!" I stand up and try to run past him but he grabs me and throws me back down on the bed.
"-- If you refuse or try to run away that will only result in a punishment of my choice and you will have to earn back the right to cum. Rule four: I am your master and you are my slave. Best you accept that now and not try to fight it. Rule five: When you are in my presence you must be in the correct position. On your knees, spread apart and with your hands clasp behind your back. And rule six: My pleasure always comes first. You are here to serve me first and foremost." He says. "Is that understood?"
My blood is boiling and I'm furious that this is happening. He can't just buy someone and force them to act like this!
"Fuck you! Let me go!" I shout back.
"That's not possible, you see. You are mine." He grabs a fist full of my hair and starts pulling it back. I cry out in pain, my hair tugging at the roots as he pulls. "Swearing is not permitted and you did not answer with the proper term. Are my rules understood?"
