I woke up on bed with the sheets off. My clothes were at a fireplace labeled: incinerator. I looked down my boy. I almost screamed. I 30 year old man was slipping off my panties. He chuckled.
"Relax. You're the slave now. I'm Edward. I work for your new Master. And 10 of his best friends. They hire someone to be their new 'slave'. You're lucky. Your master, Caspar, keeps his for a while. The others file off a new one each week." He siad, while pulling a small thong from a drawer. He pulled it up, and told me to lay on my stomach. Surprisingly, I wasn't scared of him. I was scared of my whereabouts, but not Edward.
He pulled the backof my thong up too. Pulling my buttcheeks apart, He placed the little string thing inbetween. He squeezed my butt. I nearly yelped!
"Relax again. Just seeing the size. Don't be afraid of me seeing you naked, for the other boys I do this to a new one every week. Stand up." He ordered again. Cupping his hands over my exposed boobs, he smiled. "Nice size. I can see why he picked you. The're a nice size, but not enough. I have big hands. The rule is, my hands shouldn't be able to cup your breasts."
EVERYTHING IN THIS BOOK WILL BE REALLY UNREALISTIC
I nodded. He continued.
"This is going to be an injection. He held up a syringe. It won't hurt. I promise. I have today and tomorrow to get you ready. Don't freak. Lie down again." I did what he said. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. I looked down to see my boobs growing in size. "Bra time." he said lifelessly.
He pulled a bra about my size from a drawer. Putting it on me, now standing up again, he frowned.
"Too big."
"What, no! This is my size!" I panicked.
"Nah. He likes to see your breasts, darling. This one will be tight, but it will work." He said, pulling out a smaller bra and putting it on me. It barely barely barely covered. "Better. Now take all this off. i will tell him that thong and bra are your size. You will get 20 pairs of them and they will be all you are wearing for the next, I don't know, year or so. After a while you will get a lace set too." I gasped.
I took the bra off and he immediatly cupped my breasts AGAIN. Muttering, 'PERFECT'. I looked down to remove my thong. It was black with bright pink letters reading: SEX?
I took it off self conciensouly.
He brought out this razor type thing and pointed to the bed. He started shaving off all of my hair.
"What are you doing?"
"Shaving your vagina." He responded matter-of-factly. He finished pretty quick and told me to spread my legs. I thought he was going to rape me for a second but he just shaved some more.
For the next two hours, he got me ready some more. Shaved my legs, shaved my pits (even though I had done both this morning) washed my hair very nicely.
Then he explained how it wall was going to work. I was a sex slave. I would call Caspar Sir. I would always did what Caspar said. If Caspar had friends over, he could make me have sex with them. Tomorrow, Edward was going to teach me how to twerk, give a good sex dance, and work a pole. Caspar wouldn't be home untill the day after.
