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."
