Thief to Slave to??
As it had every morning for the past six months, my alarm woke me up at 6:30 AM. I moaned, edged my cunt, and rolled out of bed, I hate mornings, but I would hate it more if I was late. A quick shower, makeup, and brushed out my long blonde hair. My collar, cuffs, plug, and heels were all by the front door. I lubed the plug and my ass and inserted it until it was fully seated. I fastened the collar around my neck and the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, before fastening the heel's strap. I stepped through my door and walked across the hall to kneel on the doormat of the other much larger condo on my floor. I could hear the shower running inside, but all I could do was kneel in good form and wait. My knees were spread wide, my back straight, my hands together in the small of my back, shoulders and elbows back, hips rotated forward presenting my cunt, my lips slightly parted, my eyes down. My knees were getting sore, but I held my position.
I didn't hear the footsteps before the door opened. With my eyes down I could see his bare feet and the bottom of his robe. Sir was obviously inspecting me, and must have found my appearance acceptable as he stepped back allowing me to crawl in. I crawled to the kitchen and as I did every weekday and started preparing his breakfast while he retreated to the bedroom to dress for work.
Sir liked his bacon pan fried and the splattering grease burned my tits every morning as I prepared his bacon, eggs and a cup of coffee. I set the table just before he came out of the bedroom dressed for work, except for his pants which he left off for my service during breakfast. Without a word Sir sats down at the spot I have prepared and, seeing his nod, I crawled under the table.
Sir enjoyed his breakfast as he browsed the news on his tablet and I kissed, licked and sucked his cock. My job was to get him off, cumming into my mouth before he finished the morning news and his coffee. He didn't want to cum too soon, but I was in trouble if he was ready to go before I finished. That morning seemed to be good, my mouth filled with Sir's cum about a minute before he stood, put his pants on and left. I stayed kneeling under the table, my mouth held open showing his cum, until I saw the door close, and I swallowed his morning load.
I crawled out from under the table, cleared it, ate the leftovers for my breakfast, and cleaned up the dishes as I waited for my next chore, waking and serving the son. This was my life then. In some ways an improvement. I graduated from college with a history degree and a ton of student debt. I hated the fast food jobs I seemed to be qualified for, lost my apartment and wound up being a nonpaying roommate for a series of scum ball boys. One of them taught me how to pick locks, and I started breaking into apartments during the day while the occupants were away and usually found enough jewelry and other small fencible items to get by. I knew the police had tied several of those break ins to me, but hadn't caught me, yet.
Until, I was going through this condo, not really finding much of value when I heard the key in the door. I was trapped, only one door into the condo, and I was three floors up. I tried to bull rush the door, but he clotheslined me, knocking me out when I hit the floor.
I woke up sitting on the floor, I could feel the ropes restraining my elbows and wrists behind my back, my ankles crossed and tied. The security footage of me breaking into the condo and searching around was playing on the TV set in front of me. The condo owner was sitting on the couch by my head also watching the security camera footage. He picked up his phone and I started begging him not to call the police.
He put down his phone and said, "I'm listening, why shouldn't I call the police."
Without going into details, I made him and offer, he made a counter offer I wound up here a sex slave/slut Monday through Friday 7AM until 5:00 PM, with a job he found me in the evenings and Saturdays which allows me to pay a reduced rent on the other small condo on his floor, cover my other expenses and put some away. In one year, I am free to leave. I learned his name is John, but I call him Sir at home.
For a while I wanted to run, but Sir always treated me well, with more respect than I had seen in years. I had a roof over my head, enough to eat, was safe, and not waking up to sex and/or beatings with the slime I was staying with or whichever group of friends he had invited in. So, I'm a sex slave who has learned to like her gilded cage.
Just before 8:00 I would carry a large cup of coffee into the second bedroom to wake up Mark, the son who is home from college for the summer. I crawled into his bed, found his morning wood, licked and sucked him awake until he came down my throat. Usually without a word, he would grab his coffee and head to the bathroom, and I made his bed.
I started cleaning the house, since I do this every day, other than Monday's it is usually quick and easy. My main task was serving John and Mark. John is an architect who works from home about half the time, Marks is a college student at home for the summer working part time helping his dad and learning the ins and outs of being an architect. The third bedroom is a studio set up with computers and an old drawing table. Mark spends most of his days there, doing some work, but mostly playing computer games.
Mark finished in the bathroom and headed straight into the office still naked, as he tends to do most days. He was working/playing on the computer when I finished cleaning the condo mid-morning. I had an urgent need to use the bathroom. I found my leash and carried it in my teeth as I crawled into the studio and knelt as I had been taught, in front of Mark, my eyes right at the level of his naked half erect cock.
Mark ignored me, either finishing a project or a game. I was getting desperate by the time that he rolled back from the desk, took the leash from my mouth and snaped it onto my collar. I followed, crawling as Mark walked through the condo and out onto the terrace, stopping at a grade level planter, covered in grass. I turned to face Mark and squatted, my knees wide, my fingers spreading my labia, and I waited. Mark was usually benevolent and doesn't make me wait too long before giving me the simple command, "Piss, slut."
I relieved my bladder into the grass, then wiped myself with my fingers and sucked my fingers clean. Marks stepped up to me, unzipped his pants and started slowly fucking my face. My hands went to the small of my back and he used two handfuls of hair to hold me in place as he started going deeper and faster. I gagged the first time he hit my throat, but he slid in easily on the second push. I kept eye contact and the few times he remained deep in my throat, cutting off my air, he waited until he sees the panic in my eyes before withdrawing to let me breathe before he resumed fucking my throat. I felt his cock start to swell and he pulled back into my mouth, filling it with his second load today.
I held my mouth open, showing Mark his load and wait for his command to swallow. Instead, he pulls my leash, and I followed him back to the studio, holding his cum in my mouth. Once back in the studio I finally heard, "swallow." I swallowed and showed him my empty mouth. He used my leash to pull me under the worktable where he sits and pulled me back to his cock. I cleaned his cock and spent the next two hours kneeling on the pad kept there and gently licking and nursing on his cock while he worked on a project or played one of his games.
