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  With that, he put them on my head, I heard nothing, and he led me out of the room after hooking something onto my collar to pull me along behind him.

  It was at this point I wondered if anyone else would see me, and a tiny bit of humiliation set in at being led around like an animal. I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into, but suddenly, I was more than a little scared of what came next.

  2

  Invasive didn’t even begin to describe what they did to me.

  I figured out quickly that there were two people in the room, made clear when they grabbed me after I was shoved through the door and strapped me down after putting me on my back.

  Assuming the something around my neck was a collar, its firm position meant laying down with it on was uncomfortable even thought they had turned my head to the left before strapping me and made worse when they secured my arms straight out to my sides with palms up. They also put a strap across just below my breasts and another over my hips, keeping me well and truly immobile.

  As my legs were put in stirrups, I realized they were performing a gynecological exam and probably testing for STD’s at the same time. While the one person did that, another stuck my arm with a needle, no doubt to draw blood, and that’s when I knew the man I was with wouldn’t take any chances. He wanted to know if I was healthy or not, and I knew if I wasn’t that I’d quickly be returned to the streets.

  From there they seemed to check every inch of my body while running some heated object over it — my feet and toes, my legs, my arms, my stomach, my breasts, and even my pussy although that fucking burned. When they were done with my front, I felt them pinching my nipples until they were tight and erect.

  The first nipple piercing caught me off-guard and while I screamed at the pain that shot through my nipple, they did the other. I couldn’t do anything except that because of the straps, and I felt tears stream down my cheeks inside the hood.

  At the feel of their hands on the lips of my pussy, my fear became full-blown terror, and my screams intensified when they began piercing me down there. A hand parted my labia, and the moment it became apparent they were going to pierce the hood of my clit, I braced myself, only to pass out from the pain when they finally penetrated it. However, the pain of another prick on the top left of my outer lips woke me back up, and after that they did five more — the other side of the outer labia, then two a little further down in the middle on each side, and the last two at the bottom.

  Didn’t need to be a genius to know these could be used to close me up, so to speak, used to hurt me or even decorate my private area, and the humiliation burned so badly in my throat I felt like I would choke on my tears. He could’ve knocked me out for all this stuff, but I knew without a doubt he wanted me to feel every bit of it so I knew how thoroughly he owned me.

  When they finally turned me over after piercing my belly button, they did so gently, but at that point I was numb anyway, and I kept my whole body limp in their firm holds. I didn’t know what they were going to do with me on my back, but when they bent my knees so I rested on them, I knew they were going to invade my ass.

  At the intrusion of one of the person’s fingers, my screams began again, and when they strapped me down firmly again before piercing my back, I passed out once more.

  This time, I didn’t wake back up while in that room.

  ~*~

  When I finally reawakened, I was resting on my left side with what felt like a pillow in front of me and one behind me, while the one under my head was in just the right position to keep me comfortable even with the collar around my neck.

  My back hurt and felt tight, my nipples and between my legs tingled, and my throat ached.

  The hood was still in place even though the gag seemed to have been removed, and when I went to sit up, his voice stopped me.

  “Remain still,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument, putting his hand on my shoulder and pushing me back down at the same time. “You did well this morning, pet, and upon being informed you passed out, I need to fill you in on a few details before having dinner brought up.”

  His hand moved from my shoulder to my neck, where he poked near the base, keeping it there as he explained. “You may feel stiff for a day or two after everything that’s been done, including the birth control shot you received in your neck. It’s a highly secretive and extremely effective method of birth control that prevents ovulation for a full year, which means no monthly cycle or worries. This keeps you available at all times.”

  Sliding his hand around the back of my neck, he helped me sit me up before caressing the skin just below where the collar ended and laughed when I hissed at how sensitive it felt. “An invisible tattoo on the back of your neck will show off your identification number and barcode when put under a particular light. You’ve also been microchipped, but where shall remain a mystery to you. The heat you felt removed all except the hair on your head from your body; it will never return.”

  His touch left my body completely, the bed shifting until his weight was gone, and I tried to focus on all the information he gave me. “A new hood has been placed on your dresser. It will continue blocking your sight, but leaves your nose and mouth exposed for the duties you will begin in two days. I expect you to wait on your knees with the new hood on and your hands behind your back after breakfast that morning. Do you understand?”

  It took me a second to recall what he told me earlier about how I must respond, the words hurting my throat when I finally remembered them and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. I will forgive you today for not speaking loud enough as you are sore, but I expect a more robust answer when you start your duties. Rest well, pet.”

  At the sound of the door shutting, I pulled off the hood and instantly grew teary-eyed at the sight of my pierced nipples, which were reddened and angry. The collar prevented me from bending my head forward even a little, but the way I was sitting gave me a glimpse between my legs, and my eyes widened at the sight of bright red ribbons crisscrossed and tied in perfect bows keeping my labia shut tight.

  It was only when I went to stand that I realized why the bows were done like that — there was an object inside my pussy that filled me up — and every time I took a step, pleasure shot straight through every inch of my body.

  By the time I reached the dresser, I had to slap my hands down on the top to keep my legs from collapsing underneath me as all my muscles spasmed from the orgasm rolling through me. I bit my lip to keep from gasping, a soft moan escaping instead, and stood that way for a few minutes until walking became possible again.

  When I opened my eyes, they widened in shock at the photos laying there displaying exactly what they’d done to my back. A quick count showed sixteen piercings in two separate columns with little rings, and then they were tied up like one would do a corset in a crisscross pattern with the same bright red ribbon used between my legs.

  My body had been decorated like a human dress up doll, and in a fit of pique and mortification, I ripped the pictures in half. It wasn’t until I was done that I figured he might want them back, and in horror at what consequences might come from what I’d done, the pictures were shoved in a drawer at the knock on the door announcing dinner.

  It took me a bit to make it that far, and in the end, I ended up sitting right by the door to eat it because I wanted to eat the food while it was hot.

  The night was a long one filled with shame, pain, and the inability to get comfortable while having only myself to blame for my predicament.

  It was clear I had no idea what I’d truly signed up for and what — if anything — I could do to get out of it now.

  3

  The day my duties began started with an announcement to shower in preparation.

  I washed my body carefully, every inch still sensitive, and not knowing how I would manage to make it through the day feeling as I did. I washed over the ribbons between my legs, not daring to untie even to wash there, in case doing that was forbidden
. This whole tasked performed with me not being able to see what I was doing since I couldn’t bend my head down much — the collar would take some getting used to for sure.

  So would the object inside my pussy that had kept me on edge since the first orgasm, and had me moving around trying to figure out what it was, giving myself quite a few more releases in the process. Once I figured it was a dildo, it became evident the tip was curved up toward my g-spot, and it rubbed me just right every time I walked.

  I didn’t know if that had been the intention, but I did know there was no way I could’ve stopped those orgasms from happening. It definitely fit snugly and kept sex on my mind all the time, as if it weren’t already because I had no idea what he planned to do with me.

  I knew I should’ve thought of him as Master in my head so there weren't any slip-ups, but so far, I hadn’t managed to do that. I wanted so badly to tell him my name, to know his name, and I knew it wouldn’t happen. He didn’t care about my history, he had made that perfectly clear in the beginning, and we weren’t lovers.

  Master is how he’ll be addressed. Me? He called me his property. He owned me and I had agreed to it from the beginning. If he wanted me to let him use me as a foot rest, that’s what I would do for him because I agreed to please him any way he wanted me to.

  I hoped he didn’t use me that way but I had no say any longer, and maybe that was a good thing. It’s not like having a say in my life before now had done me any favors.

  The moment I stepped out of the shower, his voice came over the speaker, and I hurried to dry myself off. “Fifteen minutes to eat and be ready for my entry, pet.”

  Difficult to accomplish, but I finished drying off and hurried to the door, taking the tray from the slot and sitting on the floor right there to gobble it down.

  Not knowing how much time there was left, I placed the tray back and slipped the hood over my head, getting into position as my body trembled with the effort to remain still due to my increased arousal.

  By the time the door opened, I couldn’t hold back the orgasm any longer, biting my lip in an effort not to moan but failed while shaking as the pleasure spread throughout my body. I maintained my position barely, and when he placed his hand on top of my head with a cluck of his tongue, getting in trouble became all I could think about.

  But then he chuckled and helped me stand, his grip on my shoulders tightening as my legs quivered when all my weight was put on them.

  “I know you’ve had many and I’m glad to discover your body is so responsive. Women are lovely with their multi-orgasmic ability when they have one. It will make playing with you quite delightful and entertaining for me, pet.” He put his hand between my legs, rubbing back and forth over the ribbons, and slipped his finger between them until he could thrust the object harder into me. “I hope you like the taste of yourself because we’ll be taking this out a bit later for you to lick clean. Once our day is over, you’ll wash it off and get an even bigger one to put in for next time.”

  I hear him sucking on his finger after removing it from my pussy, and after a second, my neck is jerked forward as he uses the hoop on the collar to control my movements. At the sound of a click, which I could only assume was the leash from the other day, he barked, “On all fours. You will walk that way today unless I instruct you otherwise. Do not allow your knees to touch the floor or we’ll come back and start all over again.”

  Even as I sunk to the floor, I understood how hard it would be to do as he asked, because it had me in a crouching position. But I quickly learned to keep my butt a little higher in the air, and since I couldn’t move as fast as being on my knees would have me moving, I spent the whole way to wherever we were going being choked slightly because of his speed.

  Yet I made it without failing, which made me rather proud even as I took gulping breaths trying to get enough air in my lungs.

  “Good girl,” he said while shoving something in my mouth before I was ready, and holding it shut with his fingers.

  I registered melting milk chocolate on my tongue a second later and realized he was rewarding me for not touching the floor. Giving me a treat, like the dog he treated me similar to.

  Then, before I could think about it too much, he yanked on the leash again and started moving. “A few more steps. I will be working in my office today and you will be under my desk.” He stopped again and grabbed both my arms, not even giving me a chance to react before picking me up a bit off the ground, and within seconds, I felt something smack into my back as he let go. “On your knees, pet, with your ass touching your feet.”

  As I did that, I felt all pressure on the leash released and heard him sit in his not-so-quiet chair with a heavy sigh. Then, his legs boxed me in with one on each side of my body, and I waited for his instructions.

  “Unbuckle me, pet,” he finally said after a bit of silence. “Take my cock out and get me as hard as fuck with your hands.”

  Easier to do with him sitting so close. I put my hands down flat on his knees before sliding them up his legs, which I discovered were covered by what felt like suit pants, and kept them that way until I reached the top. Then, moving my hands toward the center at the same time and unbuckling his belt, I relished what felt like a well-worn leather strap as I freed it from the buckle.

  Unzipping his pants, I made sure to part the flap as wide as it would go before reaching in and quickly discovering he didn’t wear underwear. Grabbing his shaft gently with my hand, I pulled his cock out and began to stroke it slowly.

  My hand nearly fit around it as first, but as he started to harden, my hand wouldn’t even wrap around it halfway. I began using both with one on each side, my left hand closer to the base while my right was above it, occasionally moving up a little past the tip to maximize sensation. When I rubbed the pad of my thumb over his opening, I heard him hiss right as he snatched my wrist to immobilize my hand.

  “I’ve changed my mind.” He practically growled the words, his voice a little bit deeper than a few minutes earlier, and it pleased me to know I’d done that to him. “I want your mouth on me, but you need to know when to stop so I don’t cum. I want to prolong it and if I come before I want to, you’ll be punished.”

  He didn’t even let me think about what he’s said — or even tell me how I’m supposed to know when he wanted to cum — before sliding his hand around the back of my head and wrapping my hair around it while giving harsh commands. “Up on your knees to do this properly. I don’t want to feel your teeth and keep it a steady pace while your hands remain behind your back.”

  The collar made it impossible to adjust the position or angle of my neck, and when he brought my head over his cock, all I could do was try not to gag as he shoved it deep into my mouth on the first thrust. He used my hair to move my head up and down for a few moments as I did my best to keep my teeth from touching him at all, and when he finally let go of my hair, I kept going just the way he had demonstrated.

  And fuck, was his dick big and round. My lips stretched over it, barely able to take him in my mouth, and even with me taking him all the way to the back of my throat, we came nowhere near to the base of his cock.

  My own body reacted to the actions I performed on him, my pussy throbbing for attention so much I clenched my thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache, but that had the opposite effect. Just as I felt him tense up, I eased off him, only for my own orgasm to roll through me, causing me to gasp and moan around the tip of his cock.

  “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, his hand coming back under the desk to grab my hair and shove my mouth back down on his dick with a hard thrust. “Your mouth is fucking delicious, and you’re such a fucking slut, coming from giving head like the good bitch you are.”

  He held my head down on his shaft, blocking my throat and leaving me barely able to breathe out of my nose, jerking a few moments later as his cum shoots down the back of my throat while I used all my energy to keep from flailing in an involuntary attempt to get away.

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nbsp; I hoped that would be the worst thing he did to me all day.

  It wasn’t.

  4

  For the few hours until lunch, he kept my head buried in his lap, and made me lick his cock back to life — and keep it hard that way — without the assistance of my hands while listening to him type away on his computer.

  I felt such relief when he shoved my head away with one hand and announced, “Lunch time, pet. Your food is in this bowl and you’ll eat it while beneath the desk using only your mouth. I’m also expecting a phone call, so I’m placing the headphones over your ears. After you’re doing eating, you’re to rest. I will wake you when it’s time to resume your duties. Understand?”

  Nothing else to be said except, “Yes, Master.”

  After he had placed the headphones on my head, he pushed my head toward the floor until I found the bowl, and then he was gone. I felt the vibrations of him walking nearby, though, so I knew he hadn’t gone far.

  Sniffing, it only took one bite to discover the bowl was filled with salad and pieces of what tasted like chicken, barely coated with ranch dressing. Not a filling lunch, but enough to take the edge of my hunger, and after using my tongue to make sure I’d emptied the bowl, I tried to figure out a way to rest as he ordered.

  Following a few failed attempts leading to mounting frustration, I decided to just remain on my knees and leaned forward, using my hands to cradle my head while shutting my eyes.

  Nothing could’ve prepared me for a rude awakening at his hands, pulling me out from under the desk while gripping me around my collared neck, and the headphones fell off as he snarled, “Rise and shine, pet. It’s time to resume your duties.”

  After all his basically kind treatment, the attitude caught me completely off-guard, and I cried out when he pulled me to my feet while still yanking on my hair.