The door to my room opens to my new ‘master’ coming in and he doesn’t look happy. 

“Get yourself presentable and ready, we have a guest coming and you are to serve us for dinner tonight. Consider this your first lesson.” He says before grabbing my arm and bringing me to the door next to mine, a bathroom with a change of clothes and some towels laid out for me on the counter. 

“Get undressed” He orders, crossing his arms and looking at me expectantly. 

“What? No, get out!” I say. There’s no way I’m getting undressed with him in the room, let alone showering. 

“Listen, slave, I’m not in the mood for your games today. Take off your clothes or I’ll take them off for you.” 

I back away in fear but do what he says, quickly stripping and putting my clothes on the floor. I’m left in nothing but my chastity belt and my collar, staring up at him as I try and cover myself as best as he can. He walks over to me and removes my chastity belt, making me shiver at the close proximity before he backs away, leaving it on the counter. I notice that on the inside there is a little knob and he opens a drawer and pulls out a small device, attaching it to the inside of the chastity belt.

“Well, what are you waiting for, we don’t have much time! Shower quickly and get ready” He says before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him. 

I sigh, relieved he’s gone, and jump in the shower, trying not to think about what’s gotten him in such a bad mood. 

About halfway through my shower, I gasp as the curtain is pulled back and I’m fully exposed. I covered myself as best as I could, shocked as I never even heard him come into the bathroom. 

“What’s taking so long, pet? We don’t have time for dilly-daddling” He says, taking in my soapy hair and naked body. 

“Here, let me help you,” He says, stripping before I can protest. 

I watch him take off his shirt, his belt and jeans and I can’t help but stare at the bulge in his boxers. When he pulls them down and lets them fall to the floor, my cheeks heat as his member springs free, fully erect and much bigger than I was expecting. I snap my eyes up quickly, realizing I was staring and he climbs in the shower with me, grabbing a sponge and lathering it with soap. 

He starts methodically washing my body, taking his time to run his hands from my shoulders, going all the way down my arms, past my fingertips, hovering over the curves of my hips. I stare up at him, breathless, wondering what he will do next with his hands so close to my most intimate parts. He drags his hands back up my stomach, gliding the cloth up and over my breasts, circling and massaging them through the cloth, first one then the other, pinching them softly between his fingers. I tilt my head back against the shower tile, moaning softly and he ducks his head down, kissing my neck as he fondles my nipples, all pretense of washing me now gone. I grip his shoulder with one hand, the other pressed against the tile, and groan in his ear as he pushes me against the wall, capturing my nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling on them. His body is now pressed firmly against mine and I can feel his member, stiff and firm, pressed between my thighs, and the flash of pleasure and arousal I feel is undeniable. I shift slightly, watching him shiver as my thigh brushes against his cock and I take my hand from the wall, wrapping my fingers in his hair, silently begging, demanding more from him as I tug lightly on his dark curls. 

He stops licking and sucking to bite down on my nipple and at the same time drags his fingers down my body and to my entrance, feeling my juices pooling between my lips at his teasing and sucking. I suck in a breath as his finger teases me, circling my entrance but not entering me. I buck my hips and he dips the tip of a finger in, scooping some of my juices and dragging them across my slit and to my clit. 

“Please” I moan out at the contact to my clit. 

“Please what? He asks me softly, trailing his finger back and forth between my entrance and my clit. He brings his finger from my entrance up to my clit, circling around and above it, not quite touching it before sliding it down and back to my entrance to scoop more of my juices and retrace the same path. 

Once

Twice 

Three times and my knees buckle, grabbing him, barely able to take the teasing after last night’s session. 

“What do you want me to do to you, Darling?” He asks me, reminding me of his question earlier. 

I flush in embarrassment, unable to bring myself to say what I want, what I need out loud. Seeing me flush he smirks, changing the direction of the finger inside me, going from the top of my clit, circling his finger around and down then barely dipping inside me to pull out again and start the pattern over again. The change of direction sends a wave of arousal through me and I clench my thighs around his hand, biting his shoulder as I moan loudly. 

“Say it and I’ll do it, otherwise I’ll stop here and leave you a shaking mess to finish your shower alone” he warns me, and his finger stills right above my clit. The pressure of his finger resting there feels so good but I don’t want him to stop, no matter how embarrassing saying what I want out loud is.

“I want you to enter me. I want your fingers inside me” I gasp, caving. 

That’s all it takes. At my words, he slides his finger over my clit and into my entrance, pumping in and out. I moan in pleasure and feel my walls clench around his finger.

“Mmm, you’re so tight” he groans in my ear and nibbles on my earlobe before kissing me on the lips, his finger still thrusting inside me. 

“Do you want more, Kitten?” He asks against my lips. 

I nod, my eyes closed as I trail my hand down his toned stomach, nails scratching his smooth skin softly. As I near his waist, he catches my hand with his and pulls it above my head, pressing his chest to mine. I snap my eyes open, feeling his member once again pressed against me. He increases the speed of his finger to get my attention, waiting for a response.

“Yes..” I all but moan as his finger pumps in and out of me methodically, all but bucking my hips against his hand, seeking more from him. 

“Yes, what?” He whispers, his finger slowing down. Using my free hand, my other still held above my head, I slide my hand to his cock, and he closes his eyes, breathing deeply as I palm the head of his cock before wrapping my fingers around him, pumping his shaft from base to the tip, watching for signs of pleasure, my movements slightly unsure as I’ve never done this before. 

His fingers still inside me at the pleasure as he tries to control himself and he moans, his forehead resting in the crook of my neck, panting from pleasure as I increase the speed of my hand around his cock. All of a sudden tenses, removing his finger from inside me and grabs my wrist stopping my movements. I let go of him and he brings my other hand above my head, the look in his eyes practically feral with need. 

“Aren’t you a brave little lamb, touching me like that without permission, so sure of yourself. Do that again, slut and you’ll regret it.”

“Yes Sir,” I whimper, shocked at his reaction. 

“Now, where were we…” He trails off and his hand finds its way back to my pussy and I groan as he slips not one, but two fingers inside me. They slide in easily with how turned on I am and I clench around his fingers, moaning as he picks up speed again. Shivering at the feeling of my pussy being filled, I feel myself getting closer to the edge and my thighs start to clench around his hand when he slows down the rhythm of his movements. 

“No, pleasee” I all but growl, squirming, desperate for more stimulation. I desperately want to touch my clit so I can finally cum but my hands are still being held firmly above my head. 

Chuckling at my reaction, he alternates his pace from fast to achingly slow and it takes everything in me not to cry out in frustration. Finally, he picks up the pace again, going faster and faster and I groan and moan in pleasure. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, thrusting softly and matching his pace. I clench tighter and tighter against his fingers and my breathing picks up as I feel myself nearing orgasm. 

“Look at me, Darling” He mutters softly, and I open my eyes and look at him right as he presses his thumb firmly against my clit, circling it. Unable to take the extra stimulation of him rubbing my clit on top of everything else, I come undone on his fingers, crying out in pleasure and staring into his eyes. I buck against him, fingernails digging into his skin as I feel wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. I can’t bring myself to look away as he continues to pleasure me through my orgasm, circling my clit and pumping into me, in and out, in and out. It’s probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had and I’m breathless and shaking as I slump into his arms, coming down from the high as my orgasm ebbs away, finally over. 

He kisses the top of my head tenderly and removes his fingers from inside me, sliding them up across my clit before fully removing them. I jump slightly at the contact and take a deep breath, removing myself from his arms and leaning against the cool tiles, I try to regain my composure.

His thumb glides against my bottom lip and instinctively my bottom lip opens for him, and he takes the opportunity to put his fingers in my mouth. I can taste my juices on my tongue and I try to pull away but I’m trapped between him and the tile. He looks down at me and orders me to suck on them, pushing them in deeper. Seeing no other choice and not wanting to see him angry again, I close my lips around his fingers, sucking them as my juices melt on my tongue, sweet and tangy. 

“You’ve got two minutes to get dressed and you better put your belt back on or it’ll stay on for a week, no exceptions.” He says leaving the room without waiting for a reply and I shiver. 

I scrub my hands over my face, trying to pull myself together and push away the memories of his hot touch, turning off the now cool water and toweling off. I get dressed quickly, putting on the chastity belt, and feeling the object he attached to the inside slide into my entrance. Thanks to his help, it slides in fairly easily as I’m still wet from earlier. I’m not sure what it is but it looks like a vibe and I don’t even want to know what that might mean for me later. 

I finish securing the chastity belt, making sure it’s in place before putting on the rest of the outfit he gave me, a short dress, showing off my cleavage and going to just above mid-thigh. I try tugging it down but it’s useless as it only shows more cleavage and at this point, if I tug it down any further my boobs might fall out of the dress. 

Sighing in frustration, I leave the bathroom and head downstairs, trying to adjust to the feeling of the object inside me. It feels slightly uncomfortable but there’s nothing I can do about it. Right as I reach the bottom step, the doorbell rings. I look up to see a man walk in, looking to be in his mid-thirties. I duck around the corner before he can see me, trying to listen for any valuable information that I could use to help me escape. 

“Henry, how lovely to see you! How have you been?” Sir asks, taking the jacket from the older man. 

“I’m doing good, doing good, thanks. Sorry for popping in on such short notice Damien. I got some news from The Society that I thought you might be interested in and besides, it was time for a visit anyways” Henry replies. Hmm, so Sir’s real name is Damien. Interesting. At least now I won’t have to keep thinking of him as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ anymore. I shake my head as I realize I’ve tuned out the conversation and refocus my attention on Henry and Damien.

“One of my contacts has informed me that there will be a couple of events in the upcoming weeks. I’ve heard rumors of a couple of special ‘pet’ trainings and some other fun stuff. I’ll keep you updated but I’ve heard you’ve recently gotten a new ‘pet’ since having to replace the old one and I thought you might enjoy it so I’ve signed you both up for it. I’ll be there of course as well as some of my associates but it should be fun and a good way to show off your skills to The Society. The first event is next week so you have time to prepare.” Henry says, handing a white envelope with a purple wax seal. Damien takes it with a nod and tucks it into his pocket and I lean against the wall as question after question circles around in my mind. 

Who is The Society? What events are they talking about? The way Henry said ‘pet’ sounds like they weren’t talking about cats or dogs. A memory hits me as the realization hits me like a punch to the stomach.

My heartbeat quickens as he grabs the box and removes the necklace, fastening it around my neck. The metal feels cool around my throat, fastened like a collar and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin. He pulls a small heart-shaped key from his pocket and inserts it into the lock, clicking the necklace in place. I pull on the necklace trying to remove it and find that I can’t. 

“There, now I truly own you, pet” I growl in frustration at his comment and try and lunge at him but he pushes me back on the bed, straddling me…

They didn’t mean pet as in animal, they meant it as me, I am considered his pet. That means there must be others, trapped in a similar situation by the sound of these events. I need to get ahold of that letter and see what exactly is going on here. It could tell me more about what The Society is and the events they are holding. 

Just then I hear footsteps and I straighten up, quickly but quietly going up a couple of steps, and start walking down them just as the two men round the corner. 

“Annie, there you are!” Damien says, noticing me. “I’d like you to meet my colleague, Henry. As I mentioned before, he will be joining us for dinner. You will assist him and tend to his needs while he is here.”

He stares at me expectantly and I nod, glancing between the two. Damien leads us both to the dining room where the table is set and dinner is waiting to be served. Damien and Henry sit down and I go to sit down in the chair closest to the door but Henry blocks my way, grabbing my arm roughly.

“Where are your manners, Slave?” He asks, disgusted. “Slaves don’t eat with us. They are meant to stand and watch or entertain, waiting to obey commands given at any moment.”

He lets me go and pushes me towards the far corner. I steady myself against the wall before I can fall and go to argue before Damien clears his throat, shooting me a warning glare behind Henry’s back. I close my mouth, fuming, and lean against the wall, shooting daggers at them while they chat, catching up and talking about meaningless things and I can’t help but zone out, bored and hungry but glad to be left alone. 

As dinner goes on, Henry is getting rowdy and louder by the minute, drunk already on the bottles of whiskey and champagne laid out on the table. As he’s talking, he accidentally knocks over his glass of whiskey and it falls with a crash, making me jump. Damien claps his hands and a servant dressed as a waiter comes in with a small towel to clean at the mess when Henry puts a hand up and dismisses the waiter. 

“You,” he orders, pointing at me. “Clean this up!”

I walk over and grab some paper towel off a cart along the wall, getting on my knees to start mopping up the whiskey. 

“Not with that, stupid girl! Use your tongue like the slave that you are” he says, rolling his eyes at me. 

I slowly lower my head, hoping he will laugh and say he is kidding or tell me to stop but he doesn’t. He watches me with obvious glee as I stick out my tongue and lap up the whiskey, tears of shame and anger stinging my eyes. 

“Wow, what skill she has. She’s a natural with her tongue” he comments, staring at her and eyeing her cleavage and watching as her breasts move as she licks up the liquid. 

When the whiskey is all cleaned up, I collect all the glass and put it in a small pile before getting to my feet, my chin slightly wet from cleaning the floor with my tongue. I keep my eyes on the floor in humiliation, unable to meet anyone's eyes. I turn back to my spot against the wall when Henry grabs me, pulling me onto his lap. I struggle, trying to get away from him and he slaps me, stunning me and effectively stopping my struggles. I put a hand to my stinging cheek as he pulls me back in his lap and I could feel his dick pressed against the small of her back. I shifted away in revulsion and he squeezed my breast painfully, a warning to stop moving. I close my eyes and take a calming breath, all too aware of the feeling of the vibe inside me, secured by the chastity belt and digging into me further now that I’m sitting in Henry’s lap. Involuntarily, my pussy clenches at Henry’s searching hands poking and prodding my body and I look across the table in time to see Damien look away quickly, not meeting my eyes. Henry’s hands wander over my body and he slides a hand up the skirt of my dress, caressing my thigh. I can’t help but squirm from his crawling touch and I feel his hand squeeze my ass, causing me to jump in surprise. He slides a hand over the waistband of my underwear, sliding them down and stopping when he feels the metal of the chastity belt firmly placed against my pussy. In that moment I’m extremely grateful for it and feel a flash of relief as he pushes me away with a snarl of frustration. 

“Damien, what is the meaning of this?” he demands, looking at Damien as I slowly back away from him and return to my spot against the wall while he’s distracted, panting slightly. 

“Sorry Henry, you know how new slaves can be. She’s such a slut she can’t keep her hands to herself for two seconds, let alone resist touching herself the second she’s alone. This is just for now to ensure she obeys” Damien says with an apologetic smile but something in his voice made me think he didn’t sound too sorry about it. 

“Come on, let’s go to the living room and watch some football. I’ll call for some snacks and some more whiskey or beer and we can finish catching up in there” Damien says, making a motion for me to follow. 

I don’t want to but I know that it would be worse for me to argue, so I follow, hoping that Henry will either be too distracted from the football to notice me or drunk enough to pass out on the couch soon. 

Unfortunately, I had no such luck. During one of the commercial breaks, Damien excused himself to use the restroom and once he was out of sight, Henry rounded on me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. 

“Think you could get away from me, slut?” He slurs in my ear, clearly drunk.

I shake my head and he pushes me down onto the couch. I hear a belt buckle and turn as he frees his hard member from the confines of his jeans.

“Come here and do your job,” He says, advancing towards me. 

I shake my head, pressing against the couch and he growls, wrapping his fingers around my throat. He squeezes and my eyes bulge, clawing at his hand desperately. He pushes his erect member into my face and when I can’t take it anymore, gasping for air, he shoves his dick into my now open mouth. I splutter against him but he starts thrusting into me, forcing his cock down my throat. 

“Mmm, yess” he groans, his balls hitting my chin and I gag around his thick cock deep in my throat, his hands still pressed against my neck. I move my tongue, desperately trying to create a barrier with my tongue so that his cock can’t hit the back of my throat but my attempts are futile as all that does is pleasure him further.

“I knew you’d like this, whore” He grunts, thrusting faster as he gets closer to cumming.

I can’t help but feel a twinge of pleasure run through my body and I dig my nails into the palms of my hands. Tears run down my cheeks as he pumps into me continuously and before long his dick starts pulsing in my mouth and I can tell he’s about to cum. Unable to help it anymore, and telling myself I just need this to be over, I swirl my tongue around his cock, barring my teeth slightly so that my teeth run across his shaft. He shoves his cock into me one last time and clutches the back of my head tightly, his fingers in my hair. His hands are pressing me to him and I try and push him away, making noises of protest as I struggle to breathe, which vibrates his cock and sends him over the edge, shooting load after load of hot sticky cum down my throat. I swallow instinctively and he lets go of me, pulling his dick out of my mouth with a light pop, cum, and saliva running down my chin. I gasp out, panting, finally able to breathe properly and massage my throat, wincing in pain as I swallow the saliva, my heart racing. I can still taste his cum in my mouth and I grimace, sitting up and wiping away the tears running down my face. I hear footsteps coming down the hall and Henry leans towards me. 

“Not a word to him about any of this or you’ll regret it. Understand me, bitch?” He growls in my ear. 

I barely have time to nod before he pulls away and Damien walks in, taking in the pillows in disarray on the couch and my close proximity to Henry on the couch, Henry not in the same spot as before. Damien eyes him suspiciously before sitting on the other side of me, pulling me against him. I can’t help but lean into him, seeking his warm touch and silent comfort, even if it is from my kidnapper. I fold my arms across my chest, unable to deny the growing arousal as I helplessly replay the scenario again and again in my mind, pretending to pay attention to the game with a faraway look in my eyes.

,