"We have a major dealer coming to the house tomorrow. He's very important to our business. You are going to be our servant girl, and you better do a damn good job. If you fuck anything up for us or make even the slightest mistake, I will break you. Got it?" Jake warned, grabbing my hair and pulling my face close to his.
"Yes, Master. I'll be a good girl," I replied, my eyes cast down.
It had been several weeks since the fateful night of my kidnapping, and Jake and Shay had put me through many days and nights of discipline. My body had the bruises and scars to show for it. I had resolved in the beginning to do everything I could to follow their rules and listen to them, but sometimes, no matter what I did, I got punished anyway. So, while I agreed to be good for them, I knew better than to expect an uneventful evening following this dealer's visit.
After I finished washing the dishes and cleaning up from the dinner I prepared, I went to the living room and knelt in front of Jake.
"Master, I'm finished with my chores. Is there anything else you want me to do?"
"Not tonight, pet. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day for you. Go upstairs to my room and sleep. You're going to need it."
"Yes, Master."
Jake had come to have me sleep in his room every night and "my" room had strictly become the disciplining room. I headed upstairs to Jake's room and lay down on the bed, knowing he'd be up any minute to chain me to it. I idly wondered what tonight's bedtime torture was going to be. Every night since my third night here, I had been subjected to some kind of discipline before bed, whether it was being raped, getting whipped or spanked, giving blowjobs or even, if they were in a particularly good mood, being mercilessly tickled until I peed on the bed. Then I had to clean everything up before I could go to sleep for the night. It was a very effective tactic on their part to make me fear even the most benign actions, like going to bed.
There were footsteps ascending the stairs, a sound that now made me shiver. A few seconds later, Jake emerged in the doorway. He didn't say a word. He simply walked over, chained me to the bed and walked out. Confused, I lay there wide awake, expecting him to come back. But he didn't. Eventually, I slipped into a restless sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.
I was startled awake by the clinking of metal and in my foggy state it took me a moment to realize Jake was unchaining me from the bed. The sun had not yet risen, so I wondered what was going on. Noticing I was awake, Jake simply gave me a smirk and told me to get up. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and stumbled out of bed to kneel at his feet.
Jake gave me instructions to clean myself up in the shower, put on my wrist and ankle cuffs, my collar and the new sheer black camisole nightie he set out on the bed. I followed his instructions and then presented myself to him so he could check me over and lock my cuffs and collar in place. Then, surprising me, he locked a two-foot length of chain between my wrist cuffs and a three-foot length between my ankle cuffs. I wondered just what I was in for.
I spent the rest of the morning preparing the food and cleaning up the living room in preparation for the dealer's visit. I was doing so well until I decided it would be funny to spit into the appetizers I was making for everyone. I thought I was alone in the kitchen, but just as I leaned over the pan and prepared to spit I felt a hand grab my upper arm and jerk me around.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Shay shouted.
Wide-eyed and completely taken by surprise, it took me a few seconds too long to respond. "N-nothing, Sir! I wasn't doing anything."
But he wasn't deceived so easily. He grabbed my left shoulder with his right hand and punched me so hard in the stomach I immediately doubled over, coughing and trying to take in a breath. But he lifted me right back up and backhanded me with his right hand, throwing me down to the floor in a breathless heap. Standing over me, he got down in my face, grabbed my chin and made me look up at him.
"Go ahead and try something! I dare you, you little bitch!" he threatened. When I simply lay there, defeated and shaking, he let go of my chin and ordered me to go clean up the blood on my face. I didn't realize, until I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror, that he had split the corner of my mouth.
For the rest of the afternoon, I followed orders with no deviation, remembering Jake's warning from the night before and the incident in the kitchen that morning. All the food was ready, the living room was set up for maximum comfort and easy conversation, and I was forced to clean Jake and myself in the shower before re-dressing in the short sheer nightie, cuffs, collar and chains.
Around dusk, there was a sharp knock at the door. I was hidden upstairs in the bedroom, chained to the bed and gagged, until I was needed. I could hear voices downstairs and realized the drug dealer had arrived. He was laughing and talking with Jake and Shay as they sat in the living room. A short time later, Jake came to get me.
"Remember what I told you this morning," he threatened while unchaining me.
"Yes, Master," I said quietly.
With that, he led me downstairs past the kitchen to the edge of the living room. I kept my eyes nervously down on the floor while Jake introduced me to the dealer as his servant and pet. My ears burned with embarrassment as I felt the dealer's eyes looking me up and down. My body was completely visible under the sheer black nightie, and I could feel his gaze trace a trail from my neck to my breasts, down my stomach, right to the soft lips of my pussy.
"Wow," he whistled, "you are one lucky guy, Jake. What does she do for you?"
"Anything I want," Jake replied with a sinister tone. "Don't you?" he asked, turning to me.
