Isla sighed as she wearily dragged herself up the stairs to her apartment. It had been a long day at work and she wasn't looking forward to the bleak night awaiting her. She reached her door, took out her keys and proceeded to unlock the chipped wooden door.
Sighing once more, Isla crashed. Out came the beer. She had barely turned eighteen, but lived by herself and sometimes loneliness overtook and she spent the night drinking... or masturbating. Isla had never been able to bring herself to orgasm, much to her disappointment. She was also too timid to buy any proper toys; all she had was her finger. Of course, Isla was a virgin. Even two fingers in her hole at once hurt.
Suddenly, Isla felt the urge to do something reckless. "Fuck it all," she muttered to herself. She was sitting at the computer and had sent a series of messages and within minutes was sitting back, content with herself. But her palms were beginning to dampen. Slowly, Isla stood. She walked to the other end of the lounge to where the floor-to-ceiling mirror stood mounted on the wall. Her brown, thick, long hair hung atop her head in a ponytail; her smart blouse and black skinny jeans clung to her body. She was quite tall, 5'7, and a bit chubby, but her 32C cup breasts were perky and her wide hips made her body very desirable. Isla smiled at herself, thinking back to the chat. He was 21 years old, charming, and she'd been sent pictures of his face and told his height. He was 6'2, and had dark hair and big, dark, brooding eyes. His jawline was occupied by a dusting of stubble, barely visible. Over all he was very attractive - just her type. His name was Jake.
Her computer beeped, a message flashing up on the screen: '10PM. I want you fully dressed. Have a chair and a scarf in the room you plan on us going in.' ..A scarf? Why would he need that? She let the though go and fetched it, wondering if she really wanted to lose her virginity to a stranger. She pushed those thoughts aside, sipping at another beer. It was going to be plain sex; nothing strange. Yet she was reluctant...
10PM. The doorbell swiftly rang. Isla slowly stood up, trembling. She opened the door. He walked in, holding a black briefcase. He looked just like his pictures, but clean shaven. He was wearing a black t shirt that showed off his toned body. It wasn't too much muscle.
They met eyes, and suddenly Isla found lips colliding with hers. Gently at first; he was testing to see how far she was willing to go at this stage. She kissed back after a moment of shock. In response, he grabbed both of her arms firmly enough to leave a bruise and kissed more passionately. His tongue plunged into her mouth. She froze, partly due to the pain and partly because she'd never done this before. He continued, though. The tall man guided her roughly, asking which way the room was. "Th-that way." She stammered, pointing. She was shaking with nerves.
As they entered the room, Jake's hands left her arms. "Strip." He said firmly, taking her by surprise. She hadn't expected it to be like this. She quickly obeyed, though. The tone of his voice had frightened her slightly. Self-conscious, she now stood in the middle of the room, her forearms covering her breasts.
"Don't cover them." Jake said in a emotionless but firm voice. Isla hesitated. Jake sighed, strode across the room, and firmly pulled her arms down to her sides.
Turning back, he opened his briefcase and took out what looked like a sleeping mask. But then, Isla realized - it was a blindfold.
It was too late to protest - suddenly, her vision was plunged into darkness. "What the he-" She began, but was cut off by a ball gag being stuffed into her mouth. Before she had time to struggle, she was sat at the chair and her arms were being tied together with the scarf behind her back. Quickly, he began to expertly and tightly work rope above and below and between her breasts, squeezing them together tightly. As the ropes were also around her arms, there was no chance of escape. She could feel the ropes digging into the soft flesh of her shoulders and arms.
"From now on, you will let me do whatever I want to your body. Tonight, you'll be coming home with me and tomorrow you will begin your training as a sex slave. If you do not obey, you'll be punished severely. And I'll make sure of that." Jake spoke, a warning tone to his voice.
