Note: You do not have the right to use or publish this story without my permission. This story is fiction and I do not condone blackmail or non-consensual behavior.
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As Amanda collected her breath and regained her composure, Kyle walked out of the living room and through the halls without saying anything. She darted her eyes around the living space, gathering more knowledge about her new environment. There were several conspicuous video cameras all across the ceiling. He wanted her to know that they were watching at all times. There were hooks in random spots on the side walls. She saw sliding windowed double doors that led to the back of the property. She could see a small garden with fruits and vegetables, a slightly larger garden area with just flowers and plants, a very big grassy back yard, and then beyond that a wooded area full of trees and bushes. The land was actually quite beautiful and she was appreciating its simplicity when Kyle walked back in with a black bag strapped around his shoulder.
He set the bag down beside her and quickly walked back toward the first room that she was briefed in. He reentered holding the grip of a black graphite cane. It looked like a golf club without the head. He walked right beside her and laid 3 vicious blows to her ass. Amanda's face cringed from the pain. "You will always focus on your proper posture." He laid down 3 more blows: *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*. Her eyes swelled up with tears as she corrected her posture. She widened her knees, grabbed her forearms behind her back, and thrust out her chest. Kyle remained still with an angry glare until he finally tossed the cane onto the couch and started rummaging through the bag. He brought out a pair of steel scissors.
"These clothes are cute but we don't do cute here. We do sexy. You must look sexually enticing at all times. These are going in the trash." He speedily cut off the jeans and panties that were awkwardly wrapped around her ankles. Then he cut off her shirt and her bra. Last, he slid off her little shoes and socks and threw the remains onto the couch. "Unless otherwise commanded, you are to remain naked in this house at all times except for a collar and heels."
With that statement he dug into his bag again. He pulled out a leather collar with a lock and key on it. "This is handmade leather, built to perfection. When you see Gabe, you will thank him for making you such a nice collar. He's quite the craftsman." He eased behind Amanda and shifted her hair to the side. He wrapped the collar snugly around her neck, locked it, and then dropped the key in his pocket. He ran his fingers through her hair, putting it back in place. She found his presence behind him warming and much more intimate than the throat fucking she had just endured.
"What size shoe do you wear," Kyle asked. Amanda responded that she wore a size seven, and Kyle dug through his bag again. He brought out a pair of high-quality leather heels. The heels were 4" and had an open toe. There was a leather ankle strap that had a small padlock on them. Again, Kyle eased behind her. While she continued to remain in posture, he lifted up her foot, slid the first shoe on and locked the strap. He performed the same method on her other foot. He stood up and gave an outward expression of satisfaction.
Kyle spoke on. "Even though you have heels on, remember you are not to walk in this house unless given permission. I just think heels look good on sluts. Sometimes you will be asked to leave the house and run errands for us. In that case, you will still wear your collar and heels out, and we will dress the rest of you accordingly."
Amanda closed her eyes and took a deep breath at the thought of being sent out into the world with a locked leather collar and 4" locked leather heels. At this point, there was little question that they would make her look a cheap whore. Just thinking about it made her feel more humiliated than she had ever felt. Kyle recognized the deep breath and flushed cheeks and walked in front of her.
"Position 2," he commanded. Fearing more lashings from the cane, she instantly pushed her head forward to the ground and extended her arms out. He walked around her and set two fingers on the outside of her pussy. "Well, well well. What do we have here? Explain this to me."
Amanda meekly responded "you placed your hands on the outside of my vagina and now they are resting there, Sir." Kyle belted out a laugh. He appreciated her quick wit but was left unsatisfied with her answer. He re-asked in a more precise manner: "Explain to me why your pussy is dripping wet. You are here against your will. I am forcing you to obey my sadistic commands. Yet you are extremely physically excited. Explain it."
Amanda had no answer to the question. She hadn't even noticed that she was so excited. But now that Kyle brought it up, the only thing on her mind was her aching pussy. His fingers felt amazing. She decided it was best to answer truthfully. "I don't know, Sir."
"I'll tell you why. It's because, like most women, you are a slutty girl who likes to be used. It's because you like being forced to do things you think you don't want to. You like being treated like a slut. You like a man who takes control of you. If you drip any more on my carpet, I'll need to call the University's janitor over here to clean up the mess. Hey, there's an idea! Let's call Rick."
Amanda couldn't yet tell if he was joking but assumed the likely possibility that he was seriously considering calling over the janitor. She realized that it was best to assume her role here and mitigate potential embarrassment. "That's not necessary, Sir. I can clean up the mess."
Kyle pointed to the ground. "Then come clean it. Turn around and lick it up." Amanda hesitated at the request, again not knowing if he was joking. But yet again, she decided it was best to assume he meant everything that he said. She awkwardly turned around on all fours, her feet still not used to the bulky heels, and looked at Kyle with the biggest doe eyes she could muster. He crossed his arms, letting her know that this was not up for negotiation. Amanda looked at the carpet to see only a tiny spot of wetness - nothing sizable enough to rise to the description of a mess. She realized that he was not concerned with his carpet, but only whether she would obey his commands. She slowly put her head down to the carpet and licked the small pool of her own juices. She put on a little show for him, licking slowly and lustfully. When the area was sufficiently mopped up, she licked her lips and then looked back up at him.
"You dripped on my shoes too. Lick them clean." Amanda looked at his brown leather boots and didn't see a drop on them. She peered back up at him but Kyle maintained a motionless expression. Amanda was starting to understand that she would receive no breaks from this man. She crawled a step forward and brought her face to his shoes. She took several breaths as she contemplated the nature of what she was doing. She hadn't noticed that Kyle grabbed the cane from the couch. Without saying anything, he began striking her again. He didn't stop until she shoved her tongue forward and made contact with the boot. It didn't taste as bad as she thought it would. They were actually quite clean, smelled like regular leather, and didn't have much of a taste. She began licking the entire toe of the right shoe. She noticed her pussy begin to throb again. It was a strange sensation - the combination of burn from the cane lashings and an aching between her thighs. Trying to ignore her lust, she guided her tongue over the leather like a mop and then moved over to the left shoe. She felt like any "mess" she had made was cleaned up. But as she pulled away from his shoes, Kyle quickly interjected. "Lick the entire shoe. See how the toes are darker than the rest of the leather? Leather darkens when moist. My entire boot should look dark like that. Back to work."
Amanda put her face and tongue back to his boot and continued licking. This time she worked the sides. As a natural result from her head being so low to the ground and the maneuvering from licking, her ass stuck up high and wiggled back and forth. Unbeknown to her, she was putting on a little show for Kyle. His pants began to bulge again, seeing her tight, fit ass presented to him and having this little beauty degrade herself for his pleasure. As she licked, Amanda slowly crawled in a circle around Kyle, making sure to get the heel and the inside sections. She pushed herself to lick every inch, not wanting to disappoint him again.
Still licking, she heard the front door open and someone walk inside. She lifted her head to see who it was, but Kyle just gave her ass one light, symbolic smack with the cane and told her to get back to work. She did as instructed, and tried to ignore the footsteps closing in.
"What do we have here?" asked the stranger. "This must be forty-seven. Or is it forty-six?"
"Forty-six," Kyle responded.
