My flogging complete, Malachi removes my blindfold and frees my wrists and ankles from the bondage tape.
"We'll move to my office," he announces. "We've got matters to discuss." I make a move to pick up my pajama top, but he holds out a hand to stop me. "Leave it off."
I make a huffing sound, but I leave the top and follow him from the room. I enter his office behind him. He takes a seat in his office chair.
"Sit," he says, guesturing to the sofa.
I take a seat. Malachi pulls over his office chair, so he's directly facing me just a couple of feet away.
"First things first. I work as a massage therapist. Since females were banned from the workforce several years ago, male clients have been missing the feminine touch in therapy. Thus popular demand has led many men to send their girls to receive training and again take on clients— of course by law their income goes to their daddys or masters. Regardless, having these women returning to the profession has led to my own business taking a hit.
"Now that you are in my possession, I have decided that you will act as my assistant— a second pair of hands— female hands. Your job will be to provide the feminine touch that these men prefer and have been missing out on in therapy. And for those who are desiring a little extra— and are willing to pay for it— you will service these men as well."
My eyes widen in alarm. "You mean to say that I'm to fuck these men?"
He shrugs. "Yes. If that's what they request."
"And you're going to take the money I make?"
"Precisely."
I shake my head in disbelief. "That's a bullshit arrangment."
He chuckles. "What's it to you? You'll be fucking men either way— may as well supplement my income while you're at it. Besides, you forget that you'll be sleeping in my bed and eating my food at no extra cost to yourself. Consider this payment for room and board."
"I'd rather be homeless," I mutter.
"Easy for a spoiled brat to say."
My eyes flash angrily. "I'm NOT spoiled."
"No? When is the last time you have had to pay for a meal— or anything for that matter?"
"You know very well that women aren't allowed to make purchases, but that isn't my choice, and it damn well doesn't make me spoiled."
Malachi lunges from his chair, wrapping his hand around my throat. He pushes me onto my back and looms over me, squeezing my throat threateningly. "Watch your tone little whore, unless you'd prefer another round of punishment."
"No, sir," I say hastily. "I'm sorry. I'll watch my tone."
He releases my neck and eases himself off of me, returning to his seat and quickly regaining his prior calm composure.
"When you're not at work with me, I expect you to contribute to keeping the place tidy and clean. I'll be making the meals, so you don't need to concern yourself with that. Cleaning up immedietly after a meal will be your responsibility. Keeping a tidy kitchen is important to me, so you'll ensure the after-meal cleanup is done promptly."
"Yes, sir."
"You will begin every weekday with an hour of exercise. I'll let you decide how you wish to spend that time, provided it is productive. After your workout, you will shower and then join me for breakfast at 9:00 am. We will leave the house at 10:30 am. Most days I'm off at 5 pm. We'll eat around 6:30. After you clean up the meal, you will be available to me to me as I seet fit until I put you to bed. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays you have 7 pm lounge duty at the center. You'll have to eat dinner there on those days.
"I will allow you free time on Saturdays and Sundays, with the exception of Saturday nights when you will accompany me as my escort to whatever I get up to. I also have the freedom to revoke your free time as it pleases me or I deem appropriate. Any questions so far?"
"Um… for exercise, I like to practice ballet. Could I get a barre mounted to practice on."
"Sure. Anything else?"
When can I see Jaimie? When can I get away with texting him?
"No, sir."
"Good. I'm expecting a visitor any minute now. When he arrives, you will greet him at the door— on your knees with a blindfold on."
What?! "Yes, sir," I manage to say, once I've recovered from my shock.
Malachi removes a blindfold from his desk drawer, as well as a leash which he attaches to my collar. "Come, my little whore."
It's difficult to not glare at him when he continually insults me with that title. I keep my gaze lowered to hopefully have my scowl go undetected. He leads me from his office down the stairs to the front door.
"Knees."
I drop to my knees. He secures the blindfold over my eyes, tying it off behind my head.
"Wait here. My guest has been instructed to let himself in."
I hear him walk away. I take some calming breaths to try to slow my racing heart. I remember that night the director blindfolded me and gave me up to his business associates to enjoy. Flashbacks of overwhelming sensation run through my mind: hands all over me; voices mocking me; cocks shoved into my mouth, pussy, and ass.
My only comfort lies in the fact that Malachi specified that he was expecting a visitor— singular. So though the blindfold is flooding my mind with traumatic memories, I tell myself that this night won't be nearly as bad as what I have already lived through. Two men is by far better than five.
I startle when I hear a rattle and a creak of the door in front of me opening. My heart is pounding now, and I'm pretty sure I've stopped breathing. I hear the familiar and unpleasant sound of a man snickering at my expense.
"Well hello there, Jaycee. I admit I wasn't sure we would meet again— certainly not so soon and under such priviledged circumstances."
The memory associated with the voice leaves me with a sick and unsettled feeling, and my mind spins trying to place it. The voice speaks into my ear as fingers wrap around my neck.
"It's good to see you again, baby. My cock is hungry for another go at your sweet cunt."
"Who are you?" I manage to ask.
"You don't remember me? I thought I made an impression— or do you beg all the men to fuck you? You were such a good girl for me the last time I was between your legs. I'm sure your needy little pussy will remember me once you're quivering around my cock. You can't even help it though, can you? I bet that sweet wet pussy will wrap herself tightly around any cock who takes her for a ride. Lil' slut."
I yelp in surprise when I'm lifted off my knees and hoisted over the man's shoulder. My mind frantically tries to place him as he carries me up the stairs.
"I do appreciate Malachi being so kind as to return the favour and invite me over here…"
Return the favour? … Leo!
"Hey, Malachi! you gonna join me?"
The man, who I am almost certain is Leo, carries me through a door; I cry out when he tosses me. I land on a soft surface— the bed.
I hear Malachi speak up as he enters the room. "Mmm… my fun inside of her was cut short the last time I had the pleasure of playing with her. I'm glad you could join me for round two— toys are so much more fun with a friend."
"I'm a human being, you asshole!" I protest.
Dumb and pointless, I know, but I'm frankly very much not in the mood to be objectified.
"Pedantics. Females are just human toys," Malachi says in response.
"And well over half of men are entitled self absorbed pricks!" I shout back.
"Shut up and get on your back," the man— likely Leo— demands.
"And if I don't?"
I know my resistance won't get me anywhere, but perhaps earn me some fresh welts, but if you've been following my story for anytime now you'll know that sometimes I just can't help it.
"Then we'll force you onto your back and punish you for your disobedience." Malachi responds. "Enough talking. On your back. Now!"
I drop to my back in submission, thinking that I've pushed them enough. Truthfully, I'd prefer to avoid getting punished if possible.
"You want to fuck her mouth while I warm her up?" Malachi asks.
"Hell ya! I've yet to experience those pretty lips around my cock."
Hands grab me under the shoulders and yank me across the bed until my head is hanging off.
"Tongue out, slut," demands Leo, "and if you're dumb enough to sink your teeth into my cock you'll be in for a rough night."
I extend my tongue for him and immedietly feel his cock take advantage..
"Ah, yes. Now wrap your lips around my cock, baby."
As I obey, I am suddenly distracted by the feeling of my pajama bottoms being pulled off my hips. I moan in useless protest.
"Open your legs like the slut you are," Malachi commands.
I open my legs.
Leo grips my hair and thrusts himself deep as I gag around him.
Malachi runs his tongue up my slit and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I tremble at the unexpected burst of pleasure. He releases my clit as Leo pulls out of my mouth, allowing me a chance to gulp in air. Again, Malachi pleasures my clit as Leo thrusts back into my throat.
My pussy is moistening and swelling in approval, yet I can't say I am actually enjoying it since I'm too busy choking on cock. I mewl pathetically at the overhwhelming mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Each time Leo pulls out of my throat, Malachi releases my clit.
Leo picks up his pace, with Malachi matching his rhythm, the building pleasure in my pussy a helpful distraction from the escalating assault on my throat.
"Ye-es, baby; you like my cock down your throat, don't you bitch?"
As good as Malachi is making me feel, I am in desperate need of a breath, and Leo has neglected to pull out of my throat when I need him to. I whimper and squirm in protest, flailing my hands wherever they land in an attempt to free myself from Leo's cock.
Leo finally has mercy on me and pulls out so I can breathe. I gasp and increase the urgency of my squirming trying to lift my head up, but his grip on my hair prevents me from escaping.
"Please! No more!" I beg, as Leo moves to thrust back into my mouth. I clamp my teeth stubbornly together.
"FUCK! I'm so close!"
He must finish himself off, because seconds later my lips, cheeks, and nose are coated in warm cum.
Malachi tsks. "Not cool to leave my friend hanging like that, Jaycee. I'm not impressed."
"I'm sorry, sir," I murmur.
"Hold her arms down for me, Leo?"
"My pleasure," he responds.
"I was going to give you an orgasm, little whore, but I think you deserve a rough fucking instead," Malachi informs me.
I gasp when he suddenly grabs my ankles and yanks them until my head is back on the bed. Leo pins my arms down painfully. The sudden loss of freedom of movement triggers a burst of adrenaline.
"Please don't!" I shriek, kicking out my legs as I desperately try to free my arms.
They both chuckle. I hear the ominous sound of a zipper, and then my legs are roughly forced open.