The next morning, Master woke up before I did. When I finished doing my hair and makeup in the bathroom, I went straight to the living room without getting dressed. I remembered he had something serious to talk about with me and I didn?t want to appear overly guarded or haughty. I found him in the computer nook, fully dressed in one of his work suits, with the administrator page of the website opened. ?Daddy?? I began. He was tapping the right hand of his chair and his brow was furrowed. ?Daddy?what is it you wanted to talk about?? ?I noticed yesterday a few of the website?s paying members let their subscriptions run out. It happened again this morning. I still have a few more payments to make on the Jag, too.? ?I?m sorry Daddy.? ?You also spent quite a lot of money yesterday at the salon.? I knew it. I swallowed against my shame. ?I overspent my allowance, didn?t I?? ?No baby you didn?t, but you came within a hundred dollars of overspending and I can?t have you being frivolous with money when the website isn?t drawing much in. Your allowance comes out of the website, and that?s money I could be putting to something useful.? I held my hands at my side, like I?m supposed to when he?s talking to me. He doesn?t like fidgeting, but at this moment it was almost impossible not to. I slowly ran one leg up and down the calf of the other. ?You also came when you weren?t supposed to last night. On one hand, that video of you shooting your load over the balcony while getting bent over is your most frequently watched, but on the other, you know the rules.? ?I do.? ?So.? He wheeled his chair to face me, still looking thoughtful and distant. ?Today you have a job to do. You are to dress as if you are about to go to a job interview. Since this is a job for the website, you will be interviewed by those who view it. I put an announcement on the home page that anyone who wishes to interview you may do so, with the address for the interview site. I also opened a forum for our subscribers to make requests. We?ll see if this gives the website the boost in needs and until then your allowance is suspended.? ?Thank you for this opportunity to make amends.? ?Baby you are welcome. Now get dressed.? In the bedroom I put on the same black pencil skirt, dress shirt, dress jacket, black leggings and nice, open-toed black heels I wore to my first meeting with Master. When my old Master told me he had a buyer, he said the client wanted me to dress as if I were going to a job interview. The buyer who would become my Master met me in one of his nicest Armani suits. He asked me a few questions, checked my holes and my clit and told the old Master he would buy me for twice as much as was offered. The old Master said that if he was willing to pay that much, then he should buy one of his fully trained slaves. I had no training at all. Master said part of what he was paying for was the opportunity to train me himself and he did so for about four months. During that time I was confined only to the bedroom when he wasn?t home. I had a leash around my neck binding me to a bed
Anadolu Yakası Escort post, with enough slack to use the bathroom if I wanted, but only to go pee. I was not yet permitted to masturbate or wear clothing, but I was permitted to wear makeup. When he was home, he would unhook me for as much time as I needed to clean the apartment and make dinner and drinks, then back to the leash. He said my hole stretched and became relaxed sooner than any slave he had ever owned, but I still get really shocked whenever anything happens to my hole. I still scream sometimes, but Master says screaming is okay. After four months of training, he paid for my electrolysis, breast implants and facial feminization surgery. I?ll never love anyone as much as him. After putting on some nice dark mascara and eye shadow and pink lip gloss and spraying my blonde, red high-lighted hair, I met him again in the living room. We drove across town in his new Jag. We eventually came to this place with a lot of dealers and prostitutes standing around. We parked outside of a motel that was sandwiched between a liquor store and a big, plain, ominous concrete building. Outside of the motel was a young, rake thin girl with a blue-dyed boy cut. She wore a black latex mini skirt, a leather jacket and her face was covered in piercings. Master led me inside by the hand. I hoped he would comment on my red nail polish, but he didn?t. Inside the motel?s lobby I was instantly hit with the smell of Nag Champa incense, some sort of generic floor wash and weed. There was a little alcove with a TV and some empty couches. Soon me and Master were standing in front of the desk attendant, who had salt and pepper hair and a face that was devastated with wrinkles. When he opened his mouth to speak I noticed he was missing a few teeth. ?Good morning, Alex! Is this the nice young lady with a giving heart?? I smiled my biggest smile and gave a brief wave. Master loves my smile. ?She is indeed. Which room?? ?101,? he said as he slid a key over the desk into Master?s dark hand. On the wall to the right of the desk I noticed photographs tacked up. I leaned forward and peered at them, and they were all of people having sex or standing around naked, mostly women. The backgrounds of the pictures were shadowy. ?Thank you, Al,? Master said as he led me down a hall to our right. Something about the wood flooring felt fake and my heels echoed in a really strange way. When Master unlocked a door and led me inside, I had decided this was the worst motel I?d ever seen. The whole place stank of carpet shampoo and cigarettes. There was nothing but a bed, a TV and an arm chair. ?Stand to the left of the bed, baby.? I wordlessly obeyed but the temptation to ask what the hell we were doing here was intense. Master pulled a rolled up length of wire from the inside of his jacket. ?Hands above your head, baby.? I did it but it moved my jacket in an awkward way. It was too warm in here. I needed to take my jacket off. Master stood as close as possible to me and wrapped
Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan the wire around my wrists, cinched it until it cut into my skin, then climbed on the bed. The wire wasn?t very long, apparently, as it barely reached the low ceiling. Directly above me was the kind of hook that chandeliers are normally hung on. Master wrapped what remained of the wire around it, climbed off the bed and walked away, with the door wide open. One or two people walked by, mostly youngish guys. Maybe five minutes passed and I was starting to get seriously scared when Master came back with a tripod and his camera. He set it up directly to my left so the camera had a full profile view of me, and the bed to my right. After taking a minute to adjust the camera, he came back over. ?Baby, today you are going to be interviewed by our website?s viewers to determine whether or not you are cut out for this job. You are not to speak unless spoken to and you are to let them do whatever they want to you. The door to this room will remain open and anyone at all might come in and interview you between now and five o?clock this evening. At five o?clock, the desk attendant will release you and I?ll have a car waiting for you outside. Do you understand what you will be doing, today?? ?Yes, Sir, I do.? ?Of course you do baby. You?re smart enough to know you are my property, but sometimes things like this are necessary.? ?Daddy?? ?Yes, baby?? ?I?m sorry I came when Zach was fucking my ass on the patio.? ?You also know you are not to come unless the interviewers give you express permission?? ?Yes, Sir, I do.? ?Good girl. I?ll see you tonight.? With that he unceremoniously left the room, as if he was just stepping out for a cigarette. My hands were tied together, palms open, so I wrapped my fingers around each other and squeezed to take my mind off of the wire cutting into me and the burn that was slowly growing in my forearms. The only other time Master had ever tied me was during my training. He had tied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts, lubed up his cock and began pounding away. He let me have it as hard as he could give it even though I?d never taken anything in my hole before. He believed in jumping into the deep end. After he brutally fucked my shit hole for an hour, he shoved a fat vibrator inside of me, turned it on high and left the bedroom to have a few drinks. When he came back, he was ready to continue drilling me. After another hour he came again and then he untied me to give me an enema in the bathroom. While he did it, he showed me how to do it myself. I was to give myself an enema every time I took a shower. He told me it was his favorite hole, which meant that taking care of it was my most important duty, more important than everything else. It was also why my ass training was so essential and had to be completed before we moved onto anything else. That was the first video we ever made and it was one of the most popular on the website. It used to be the most downloaded video. It seemed like
Escort Anadolu Yakası all of my training videos were downloaded more than any we filmed since. There were also a lot of subscribers to the live stream of the security cameras in the apartment. The videos of me going pee, playing with my clit or giving myself an enema in the bathroom were also kind of popular. I wondered how my first training video was doing compared to the video of the patio fuck fest. As hard as he had tied me, though, I wasn?t standing with my arms above my head at that time. Several minutes passed and the burn in my arms became a truly torturous ache. The pain made me feel the sweat on my body even more. My shirt already felt sticky and I was wondering if my makeup might run. The switched-off fan in the middle of the ceiling looked like a cruel joke. I had totally lost track of time when I heard laughter down the hall. Two Asian boys walked in, they looked like they were maybe eighteen or twenty. ?Oh my god it?s actually her!? said the taller boy, laughing. ?This is the chick with a dick?? asked the other, who was obviously about to explode with nervousness and lust. I could see the bulge in his pants. ?Dude don?t you remember the video I showed you? This is the dick girl who got drilled in the kitchen then took that dude?s load on her face and titties.? The other boy still looked like he felt like he was on another planet. ?She?s like?tied up though.? ?Yeah, it?s what she and that dude do. She?s here because she wants to be, right baby?? ?Of course I am!? My smile beamed through my sweaty face. ?You boys are so adorable, I can?t wait for you two to whip?em out and have your way with me!? Both boys were beet red. The bigger one slid his shoes and jeans off immediately and ran behind me. I thought he was gonna climb up on the bed so I could suck him off, but instead he unzipped my pencil skirt and slid it down to my thighs. His friend continued to stare, eyes as wide as saucers. I smiled for him. I felt the other boy?s rigid, teenage cock poking around between my butt cheeks, but I couldn?t really spread my legs since the skirt was still around my thighs. I could feel his hot, deep and irregular breaths in my hair. I wanted to say something to the quiet boy, but Master had been absolutely clear. Do not speak unless spoken to, so I just smiled as wide as I could and licked my lips. The boy behind me was totally failing to penetrate, but he seemed to be satisfied by grabbing my hips and rubbing his cock through my butt cheeks. His tip slid against my hole a few times and my clit started to grow. When I was half hard, the quiet boy swallowed and walked slowly over, hands anxiously working at his belt until his swollen little rod came springing out. He was so nervous it was adorable. It was so easy to imagine him hiding porn under his bed. His friend meanwhile had stopped dry humping me and was now feverishly jerking his cock with his tip poking between my cheeks. The quiet boy seemed to feed off his friend?s energy since he pressed his cock against my clit and started jerking us both like crazy. Now that was good. He closed his eyes, rolled his head back and let out a loud sigh. He was jerking pretty hard, but not nearly as hard or fast as his friend. The quiet one eventually stopped jerking and started running his hand over my clit while staring down at it, standing up beside his boy dick.
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