A man a little taller than me, probably in his early twenties, stood in my doorway, already hard, and waiting for me to be ready. I had just been showered by Liz, my caretaker and she was now touching up my makeup, and fixing my air for him.
My hair was in pigtails, in addition to the body hair removal they had done while I was unconsious, I was made to look as virginal and nubile as possible.
After she finished my makeup, she patted dry my crotch and inner thighs. While she was doing it she whispered in my ear.
"You're not going to like him, but you have to remember no hands with him."
"The new cunt is fresh for you, sir," she said to him with a tone of familiarity.
He nodded, and stepped in, looking me over and walking around me. When he was done, he stood in front of me, and smiled, not a friendly smile, but one of a kid with a new toy.
"Kneel, cunt," he commanded.
My first customer, had called me that word too, but there had been a tone of affection with it. This customer, seemed to hate me.
I knelt down in front of him, his hard penis inches above my face. I rested my hands on my thighs, to take Liz's advice.
"Hands on your knees cunt. If your hands come off your knees without permission, I'll have them bring in handcuffs."
I looked at Liz as if to ask if he could, she gave a short sad nod to confirm he could and would. Her expression hinted that I would regret disobeying.
"Yes, sir," I say placing my hands on my knees.
He smacked me acoss the face. I felt the sting before I realized what happened, and raised my hand to my face as I began to cry.
He looked at Liz, and she walked out of the room.
"Don't speak unless asked a question. Or you get slapped again. Understood?"
I nodded, and whimpered, "yes, sir."
Liz returned with handcuffs, and they weren't the playful kind I had scene in porn. They looked as if they were police issue. I looked up at her in panic, my crying intesifying.
She put the cuff on the wrist I had raised, and pulled it behind my back. Then she pulled my other arm back and cuffed it too.
I stared up at him, terrified and sniffling, my breasts pushed outward by my position.
"You have nice tits," he said and gave each a squeeze, and then took both nipples in his fingers and lifted my c cups by them and let them drop. I winced at the slight pinch, but it was only hard enough to lift them by.
Then he took each of my pigtails in his hands and placed his penis on my face. The tip of my nose burried in-between his balls, his penis mostly on the arch of my nose and my forehead.
