Part 3

After Haley left, I was left reflecting on whether she was right. Could it be that this situation wasn’t as bad as it seemed? However, I found it difficult to concentrate; too many confusing thoughts fluttered in my mind like frantic butterflies. Finally, I decided to push them away, like closing the door on a painful memory.

After a long and contemplative bath, I dragged myself to bed hoping to find some peace in sleep. I surrendered to exhaustion and took a nap. In this place, there wasn’t much else to do but sleep, dream, and keep breathing.

I woke up with a strangely pleasant sensation, a comforting warmth that was unusual for me. As if... someone was touching my hair! I jumped at the feeling of firm, rough hands caressing me with surprising gentleness. I quickly sat up, my heart pounding as I saw him, the man who had brought me here, the one who called himself "Master". The memory of yesterday hit me like a wave, when I hadn’t resisted and let him fuck me. I instantly felt my pussy moisten involuntarily at the sight of him, a reflex that filled me with shame and confusion.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just pants that accentuated his muscular physique. He was so tall and strong that despite my discomfort, I couldn’t help but blush. His presence filled the room, his shadow extending to cover every corner of my mind.

—It’s good you woke up —he said, smiling with a disturbing calmness, as if we were simply sharing any other morning.

I didn’t respond; I stayed silent, paralyzed by a mix of fear and desire. I thought he would pin me down again and fuck me without hesitation, but instead, he sat next to me, his gaze fixed on me like a predator observing its prey.

—Don’t worry, your master won’t hurt you —he murmured softly, wrapping his arm around me and drawing me toward him, slowly laying me on his lap. It was strange; I no longer felt disgusted when he touched me, but I was still uncomfortable and scared. I stayed there in silence, and he began to stroke my hair with a tenderness that disarmed me. His hand was warm and comforting, and for a moment, I allowed myself to succumb to the illusion of safety it offered.

—Good girl —he said, appreciating that I wasn’t resisting—. Haley, my little doll, told me that you two are becoming good friends. She mentioned that you massaged her breasts. I like it when my girls get along. I’ve been busy with work, which is why I haven’t had time to train you properly, but now I have the week off. Your master will help you find your purpose.

The words "train you properly" frightened me, but my body reacted differently; my pussy moistened more with each of his words. I felt his hands sliding over my body, awakening a mix of fear and excitement that I couldn’t control. His fingers traced slowly down my back and slid over my butt, sending a shiver up my spine. They reached my pussy, skillfully parting my lips, and I felt them delve into my wet interior. I moaned softly as they entered and exited, coated in my juices, as if my body were betraying me.

—You’re so wet, did you miss your master so much? —he whispered, embarrassing me, making me blush even more. I knew I shouldn’t enjoy this, but I couldn’t help it. The basement was so boring and lonely, and this was so pleasurable. It made me feel something other than cold and solitude; it made me feel alive.

I heard him lick his fingers, still covered in my juices. —Delicious. You taste similar to Haley, but a little sweeter. Must be because you only drink soda —he said with a teasing smile, almost as if we were sharing a secret.

I felt even more excited, and I was terrified of not being able to control it. I wanted to get up and run, but fear paralyzed me. Suddenly, I felt something pressing against my cheek: it was the bulge in his pants. I moved away slightly, but he moved his hand to his pants and unfastened them, revealing his enormous cock.

He took my hair and in that moment, I came back to my senses, caught between desire and repulsion.

—Please, no. Let me go, I don’t want this. Stay away from me —I pleaded with a trembling voice, my desperation seeping into each word. My heart was racing wildly, a savage drum echoing in my ears.

—Please... don’t do this to me. I don’t want to... —my voice broke as tears began to fall down my cheeks—. Let me go, I beg you. I don’t want to do this —I implored desperately, with a barely audible plea that I knew would be ignored.

He took his cock with the other hand and began pressing it against my lips. Tears welled up in my eyes and the memory of the slap came back to me as a painful reminder. I gave in out of fear of being hurt again, taking his cock into my mouth, feeling its thickness stretch my lips. His cock barely fit in my mouth. I thought he would force me to take it by pushing my head up and down, but instead, he firmly ordered:

—Be a good girl and start sucking.

He said it in a tone that implied there would be consequences if I didn’t obey. With tears in my eyes, I forced myself to suck his cock and became even more ashamed of myself. My pussy only grew wetter. My tears said one thing, but my body said another, and I couldn’t control it. I felt his hand on my hair again, gently stroking it, a contradictory gesture that confused me even more.

—That’s it, good girl —he said with a friendly voice. His words made me feel... good. Maybe it was because I felt bad and disgusting all the time, but having words of approval made me feel useful, made me feel better than I had in days. I let myself go, sucking him with more enthusiasm. At that moment, I just wanted someone to tell me that this was okay, that I was okay. I continued sucking, encouraged by that feeling of validation, allowing myself to believe that everything was fine, at least for a moment.

The man groaned: —Oh, yes, good girl, you’re doing well —his words were music to my ears, making my pussy even wetter. I allowed myself to be possessed by those words and began to suck his cock more aggressively. Each groan encouraged me more and more, until I felt his cock twitching, starting to cum in my mouth.

—Swallow it like a good girl —he ordered firmly, and I obeyed, possessed by his words. The sensation of his semen filling my mouth was strange; I had become accustomed to the taste, but the texture was disgusting and hard to swallow. But I did it, I swallowed, and then gasped, trying to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling as if I had run a marathon.

The man brought his hand to my mouth and ordered me to open it again. Not knowing why, I obeyed and opened my mouth. I felt his fingers exploring my interior, as if inspecting whether I had swallowed it all. I couldn’t help but blush, with his bare torso in front of me and his fingers in my mouth. He pulled out his fingers and placed his hand on my hair, a gesture almost paternal that bewildered me.

—Good girl —he said while gently stroking my hair. Then he stopped and took my face in his hands before kissing me on the forehead. I felt a warmth spread through my body and blushed, confused by the mix of emotions he evoked in me. This was the man who had kidnapped and slapped me. Why was he suddenly so affectionate, and why did I feel this strange sense of warmth?

I thought he would fuck me right there, I wanted it, even though I still felt trapped. But he pulled away and started to leave, creating a void in his wake.

—I’ll be back later. Haley will bring you food in a moment —he said, and went upstairs, leaving me confused and aroused. Why didn’t I feel disgusted by him? Why did I feel so strange and excited?

I lay back down on my bed, waiting for my food. I was very hungry. I lay down, but I felt restless. My pussy was so wet, I could feel it pulsing with an unmet need. My hand slid down to my crotch and I began to masturbate, rubbing my pussy urgently. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, his naked body, his cock, and how I let him use me without resistance, how he thrust into me...

The door opened again, breaking my daydream.

—Caroline —said a familiar voice with a laugh. It was Haley.

I sat up abruptly, embarrassed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. I had forgotten that he mentioned she would come, and my vulnerability left me exposed to her curious gaze.

—Master left you missing him, didn’t he? —Haley commented with a playful laugh that didn’t judge, but seemed to understand.

I hurried to respond, overwhelmed by the shame consuming me.

—No, I didn’t... —I tried to say, trying to deny the obvious, but before I could finish, she interrupted me with an understanding that seemed unusual.

—Don’t worry, don’t feel bad. I’ve been in your situation, you know? —she said with understanding in her gaze, a comprehension that said she had been exactly where I was—. Thinking that what you feel for the Master is wrong... But it isn’t, Caroline. We are his, his property, and he is our Master. It’s normal for us to want to please him and to desire for him to use us. Although, I confess, I also tried to resist at first. You’re accepting it much faster than I did.

Her tone softened, as if she were recalling something distant, something that had shaped her.

—I used to be very rebellious. Before all this, I was a college student about to graduate in veterinary medicine. The first time I saw him was when he worked as an Uber driver for fun. He picked me up from a party and during the ride, we talked. He told me he was rich, and at first, I doubted it, but when I saw he was wearing an expensive watch, I believed him. I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just wanted to get home, so we kept talking. I didn’t see anything special in him at that time.

Haley paused, letting the words linger in the air before continuing, her eyes shining with the light of nostalgia.

—A year later, when I was coming home through a path by the woods, he suddenly came out from a bush. It was a lonely stretch of road, and there was no one else around. He caught me by surprise and pressed a rag against my face. I fell unconscious and woke up here. I resisted much more than you, I tried to escape several times, but he was patient and always took care of me.

Her eyes sparkled with a strange mix of nostalgia and yearning, as if she missed those days, as if she were remembering the first dates with the love of her life.

—Because I am his, and he is a good Master. Now I understand that all this is part of our destiny, our purpose. We belong to him, and although it may seem terrifying at first, I wouldn’t trade my life with the Master for that boring life as a veterinarian. I feel like I’ve found my place in the world at his feet, pleasing him, and I’m happy with that, very happy —she said that last part with a smile, one that radiated a strange peace and satisfaction.

I listened to what she said, but I refused to accept it, even though I didn’t understand how she could be so happy all the time. I was starting to enjoy being fucked, as she said, but I wasn’t happy. Was it true what she said, that I should stop resisting and submit to him? Would I find my purpose?

She came closer to me, and I felt uncomfortable; she was naked like me, and I was still very aroused. She smiled at me and gently placed her hand on my chest. "They’re bigger than mine," she said, laughing mischievously, and I felt her hand slide over my body to my pussy. I felt her fingers glide over my wet lips; she withdrew her hand and checked how sticky it was, soaked with my juices, and licked them in front of me. I felt my pussy throb and took the initiative, moving closer and giving her a kiss. I wanted, no, needed to come, and she was so beautiful...