Carla had her ankles and wrists tied to the legs of a table. She was naked and blindfolded, squirming on the table, trying to see what was going on and where she was. She woke up on the table and the only reason she knew she was naked was because of the rot iron she felt underneath her back and the glass on her shoulder blades.
She was sprawled out, exposed in the most intimate way in front of god knows who.
"Who's a good girl?" a voice whispered in her ear. The question made her pause.
"Who are you?" she asked, but not very loudly.
Her long brown hair was down and falling over her gigantic 34DD tits. As she moved to try and see who had just asked the question, they shook and she knew that whoever was there, had enjoyed that. They were nice, full boobs. They weren't saggy, they were perky.
The blindfold came off her eyes. "I am Jason. I am your new master," he told her.
It took her a minute for her eyes to adjust to what she was looking at. He was a tall man, at least six-foot, with long-ish dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was quite gorgeous, actually, if he weren't some weirdo who had taken her and tied her to a table.
"Master? Um, no. I don't have a master," she told him, confidently.
"You do now. I am going to train you. Make you mine and you will do whatever I say or you will be severely punished, understand?" he asked.
"Uh, no?" she posed it more as a question than a statement. "Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I am not going to be trained or owned by anybody," she told him.
All of a sudden, she felt a sharp slap across her face.
"What the fuck?!" she yelled at him and gave him a fierce look.
"I won't tolerate being talked to that way. You are mine and I will do whatever I want to you. As I said, if you disobey me, I will punish. That wasn't even the worst of it," he told her, his face smug.
"Fuck you," she said, getting really scared about what was going on.
He raised his hand and she expected him to slap her face again, but he slapped her right boob which hurt worse.
She kept her mouth shut.
"Good girl," he said as he walked around the table. "Now, you will address me as master or daddy," he told her, stroking her bare thigh as he walked past it.
"How will I know which one to call you at the moment?" she asked. She was taking this surprisingly well. She thought she'd fight tooth and nail, but she was surprisingly calm and had accepted this.
"Well, you'll know it's the wrong one if I hit you," he told her and walked to in between her legs. He untied them from the table. "I don't think you're going to like what I have planned for you next, but I don't really care," he said and made a motion to somebody and then looked closely at her pussy.
He stroked the outer pussy lips, feeling how smooth they were. The minute he touched her, her heart started to race. He put his finger in her slit and moved it easily up and down. "Well, well, well, who's my little wet girl? Getting off on this, are you?" he asked with a harsh, cruel laugh.
She knew that what he said was true. She could feel her juices creeping out of her, down her leg and begin going down her butt crack. She felt dirty for getting turned on by this.
"Here we go," Jason said and a smile spread across his face. She moved her head to see what he was looking at. Her eyes widened in horror.
There were at least fifteen guys standing in the room, eyeing her naked body. Her heart started racing even faster.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked and laid her head back down. He walked over to her and stroked the hair out of her face.
"Don't worry, my love, I won't do this to you all the time. I just want to push you and see how far you can go. You understand?" he said in a loving voice and it made her trust him.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes what?" he asked. She didn't understand what he meant.
"Um..."
He reached and pinched her nipple, which felt instantly good, but then he pulled on it and it sent pain through her body.
