When I woke up, I felt as if last night had never happened. It felt like a dream, with my eyes half closed, I went to roll over and touch my wet pussy but found I couldn’t move much. I opened my eyes, confused and a bit scared. Soft red silk ties wrapped around my wrists and ankles and fastened tightly to the bed posts. Tom must have tied me up after I fell asleep. I’m usually a light sleeper, but I was exhausted from the last night’s activities. That or they had slipped me something; I had so many questions.

I may not have known what was going on around me, and as they said part of me had craved this, but I knew I needed to get out of here before things continued. They were probably going to sell me to the highest bidder.

I started craning my neck, squirming to see if I could possibly undo the ties around me. My best bet would be to use my teeth, but the knots looked complex. I inched as close as I could towards my right wrist, opening my mouth wide and trying to reach the knot. It seemed out of reach and before I could try a new position, the door to the room swung open.

Tom walked in, followed by a doctor and a woman I didn’t recognize. The woman looked professional and very put together in a tailored dress that hugged the curve of her hips and large tits perfectly.

“Try your best whore, you’re where you belong. Your mouth is much better suited to other activities,” Tom suggested as he patted his cock over his suit pants to make himself clear. “Right now, though, we have to get down to business. Allow me to introduce Dr. Edwards who will be completing your intake exam today, and Stephanie, the coordinator for your sale.”

“As you may have realized, we had our initial public showing for you last night. We’ve received more requests than usual for you. Many of our client have questions that Dr. Edwards, Stephanie, and the rest of our team will be collecting answers to. After we send our responses, some clients will change their minds and others will make initial bids. A small number of clients will then move ahead to do a test drive of sorts,” Tom explained, as if this were as ordinary as buying a car.

“What will they do with me then?” I asked.

“Whatever they please. Any more dumb questions, slut?” he replied.

“Who are you?” I couldn’t help but blurt out.

“You don’t need to know that. From now on, you will be used for your body. Your brain is of no importance to us.”

“But, who are you? I mean, I know Stephanie is coordinating the sale, and Dr. Edwards is clearly a doctor. But what’s your role?”

“I am your master for the time being. I am in charge of everything you do. Everyone you see. What your fate is. I’ll oversee every aspect of your training, your body, and it’s use. We know this might seem like a nightmare, but trust me, it’s your dream come true. I have other whores to check on. I’ll leave you with Stephanie and Dr. Edwards for now.” Tom exited the room.

As scared as I was, I was so horny that the bedspread underneath me was probably starting to dampen.

Stephanie stepped forward with a clipboard. “Good morning, slut. We’ll no longer call you by your name, whatever it was. We have a system for tracking paperwork based on identification numbers. You will respond to slut or whore. I have some quick initial questions before we take you to the exam room.”

“Okay.”

“Have you ever eaten pussy?”

“Uhm, yes.”

“Did she cum?”

“I’m not sure, she said it was good. It was a threesome my ex had set up —“

“Shut up whore. We’ll have to assess your skill later on. How many sexual partners have you had?”

“I have no idea.”

“Approximately how many?”

“Probably at least 30, maybe 35. I really have no clue. Maybe more.” I blushed, I felt ashamed to have been such a slut.

“Such a slut she has no idea.” Stephanie smiled to herself. “Previous experience in a submissive role?”

“Like BDSM? A little, my ex liked it. He was into 50 Shades —“

“Shut up whore. I do not have time for this. Tom is your master right now and you will be doing everything to serve him and us here. How often do you masturbate?”

“A few times a week.”

“Show me,” Stephanie laughed to herself. “Not yet, of course, we’ll be moving to the exam room.”

Stephanie placed a collar and leash around my neck and handed it to Dr. Edwards. Stephanie undid the knots holding my wrists and ankles with surprising speed.

“I unfortunately won’t have time to watch the live show today. But Dr. Edwards will of course be videotaping and monitoring the whole thing.”

I went pale. Last night made me feel exposed, but to have to touch myself in front of a doctor I’d just met and be videotaped was too much. It was one thing when someone else was holding me down and forcing me, but there was no way I would masturbate.

Dr. Edwards pulled on my leash and I got out of the bed, standing so he could lead the way.

“Dumb slut, get on your knees,” Stephanie barked turning to leave. I listened, hanging my head down. Dr. Edwards walked me down an empty hall to the exam room.

“The exam room is not what you’re expecting. I think you might be pleasantly surprised with what you find.” Dr. Edwards lead me into the room. The clean, white room had a TV, shelves of sex toys, a sofa and chairs, even a bed against one wall. Each wall had a large mirror — no doubt a one-way mirror to observe this so-called exam — and I could spy a few cameras already. Dr. Edwards removed my collar and he turned to exit.

This should be no problem, I felt more relaxed already. It seemed like I could just lay down and take a nap here if I wanted.

Before closing the door, Dr. Edwards stuck his head back into the room. “You won’t be receiving any food until the exam is complete of course.”

I felt my stomach drop. “So, after I finish masturbating, I can have breakfast?”

“For the first portion of the exam, we will need you to have eight orgasms.”

“Eight?”

“Shut your mouth and open your legs. You had five last night. Eight should be no problem.” Dr. Edwards had seemed at least more clinical and calmer than the others here. I felt sick to my stomach as I heard him slam and double lock the door.

I wanted to just sit there and cry. I curdled into a fetal position on the bed, hoping to at least hide most of my body from view. I didn’t feel hungry at all, but the whole scenario was terrifying. How was I just supposed to make myself cum? Last night happened because they made me. They had used me as a little fuck toy and used a vibrator on me until I almost passed out. Laying there and thinking back to last night, I began to feel aroused after 15 minutes.

I remembered the types of toys they had used. Out of curiosity, I stood up to see what was on the table. Needless to say, I found the same vibrator and ass plug, as well as nipple clamps, gags, dildos, and more. I felt myself blushing and turned to lie back down. I didn’t need to do this. They couldn’t just keep me here — surely someone was looking for me. Probably a bill collector, with how my life had been going. I laughed to myself remembering what I would have to return to once I got out of here.

What Tom had said last night was true though, this could be my way out. I was attractive, and I did really enjoy what happened last night. As my mind wandered, I made my way over to one of the mirrors, looking at my naked body. My tits were perky, a bit smaller than I’d always wished for, but a size that meant I didn’t always need a bra. I cupped one tit, then the other, posing in the mirror. I thought of Tom watching back to what I was doing. I wondered if I had pleased him last night.

I decided to put on a little show. I reached over to the table and picked up the nipple clamps. Smiling suggestively, I placed the clamps on. I pulled the chair up to the mirror, sat down with my legs wide open, took the vibrator in my hand. I started rubbing my fingers gently over my wet pussy. I was soaking and ready for a bit more release. I started rubbing my clit, then took the vibrator and placed it firmly over my clit. I let out a small sigh of relief and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander back to what Tom would think. The mischievous look on his face when he placed my hands in cuffs last night. Thinking back to the sting of his hands against my bare ass, the feeling of being such a good slut for him, I started to cum. Moaning, i let myself go letting the pleasure wash over me as my legs began to shake.

I caught my breath and switch the vibrator off for a minute. I grabbed the ass plug off the table along with the bottle of lube. I squirted a bit of lube onto the tip of my finger and rubbed my asshole to warm it up. I realized how sore I was from yesterday as I gently inserted one, then two fingers before bending over further and pushing the lube plug in. I let out of little scream as it entered, then collapsed to my knees and grabbed the vibrator again. In a few moments, I was shaking from another orgasm.

I didn’t pause afterwards this time, biting my lip and bracing myself for another. I was starting to get hungry and I had a long way ahead of me still.

The third rolled in quickly, and I squirmed while trying to hold the vibrator on my clit. Squirming onto my back, I grabbed one of the legs of the table and jostled it to get other toys to fall off. A dildo and a larger anal plug fell down. I reached for the dildo and began to fuck my pussy with it. I smiled thinking of Tom and took it out of my cunt, licking it with my tongue, before returning it to my wet cunt.

I started the challenging task of fucking my cunt with the dildo while holding the vibrator still. I was able to get into a rhythm before letting go of the dildo, screaming and my lip shaking as another orgasm came. I couldn’t keep this up I thought.

I looked in the mirror at myself shaking. I remembered the clamps and realized I should take them off. I let out a little cry as I released them. Removing them made me realize how tender they were, I brushed a hand over them. They were erect and so sensitive. I held the vibrator on my clit while pulling my sore nipples gently. I wanted to cry, there was no way I could push myself through this. Exhausted, I lay down right there on the floor to rest.

I’m sorry Master Tom, I thought. I was letting him down.