Chapter 9

The elevator doors parted with a soft ding, revealing the stark contrast of the dimly lit parking lot. Danny’s firm grip on the leash tightened, and I felt a shiver of anticipation mixed with a hint of trepidation. Obediently, I followed him, the cold concrete beneath me a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. The memory of the first time we had come to this very spot, when he had made me strip naked and crawl after him like a pet, was as vivid as the fear that had gripped me then. But tonight, the air was different. The scent of danger had been replaced by a strange comfort in his dominance, and I found myself feeling oddly safe.

“Do you recall this place, my pet?” Danny’s velvety voice sent a shiver down my spine as he spoke. His dark, gleaming eyes bore into me, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“Y-yes, sir,” I managed to reply, the title slipping out of my mouth like a well-trained reflex.

“Would you like to repeat the performance?” The question hung in the air, thick with innuendo.

“If it pleases you, sir,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. I meant every word, my body eager to submit to his will once again. The thought of being exposed and used in such a degrading manner only served to fuel the fire of arousal that burned deep within me.

He chuckled, a dark sound that sent thrills through my body, and petted my head. “No need for complete nudity tonight, but you will crawl for me.”

Without further ado, I lowered my body to the ground, the leather leash digging into my neck as I began to crawl in front of him. My skirt had ridden up, revealing my bare ass and the gleaming metal plug that filled me so completely. The sound of his boots clicking against the pavement grew closer, and I knew he was watching my every move. The leash grew taut, and with a jerk, I was forced to a stop. The roughness of his boots against my skin was surprisingly intimate, and as he pushed my skirt higher, exposing my vulnerable pussy, I felt a strange thrill of exhibitionism.

“Looks like you’re enjoying your new life as a slut,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. He pressed his boot into the plug, and I couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through my body.

“Tell me, Samantha,” he said, his hand moving to trace the pink gem at the base of the plug, “When did you lose your anal cherry?”

The question was humiliating, a stark reminder of how far I had fallen from grace. But I knew better than to lie to my master. “This past Monday, sir,” I murmured, my cheeks burning with shame.

“And did you enjoy it?” His voice was low, demanding an honest answer.

I nodded, unable to hold back the moan that escaped my lips. “Yes, sir. It’s all I can think about now.”

Danny chuckled, his fingers sliding down to tease my dripping pussy. “It seems your body has betrayed your mind,” he said, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. “What a mess you’ve become, once proud CEO, now nothing but a whimpering slut.”

The sting of his words was like a hot knife through butter, cutting deep and releasing a flood of emotions. Yet, even as he humiliated me, I found myself craving more. His touch was like a drug, and I was desperate for my next fix.

“Now, tell me”, he said, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles around my clit, “What have you been up to since our last encounter?”

The task of recounting the events of my training was difficult as he played with me, his touch both gentle and firm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The alley was silent save for the occasional distant car and the sound of my own moaning.

My words tumbled out of my mouth, a cacophony of pride and embarrassment intertwined, as I recounted my descent into a life of utter submission. Once a powerful executive, I had become nothing more than a plaything for my owner’s amusement, a mere sex toy to be used and discarded at their whim.

As I spoke to Danny, my voice trembled, detailing the events that had unfolded since he had dropped me back at my house.

I revealed the day my secretary caught me in the throes of self-pleasure at work. The way my world shifted when my master claimed her as an additional owner, and she began my training as a dumb bimbo.

Under her tutelage, I learned the art of lesbian pleasure, my body responding to her touch with a fervor that both shocked and thrilled me. She trained me to be a dumb bimbo, a mindless vessel for sexual gratification. I was sent to a discreet location, a glory hole near my office, where I was to practice my newfound skills as a cock sucker. The hours I spent on my knees, mouth stretched wide around anonymous members, were a testament to my commitment to this new life.

My body bore the marks of my new status, a tattoo on my chest, just below my neck, that branded me as property, and another on my back, a constant reminder of my submission. The pain of the needle was a mere echo of the emotional turmoil that surged through me as I accepted my fate.

As I spoke, my voice grew weaker, the memories of my master’s brutal yet exhilarating conquest of my most sacred orifice leaving me breathless. I recounted my rigorous exercise regime, my daily duties, which now included being used in any way that brought pleasure to my owners. The agony of having my anal cherry taken was a stark contrast to the ecstasy that now filled me with every new act of submission.

Danny’s hands roamed over my body, teasing and tormenting me as I spoke. He knew exactly where to touch, how to make me moan and beg for release. My skin was slick with sweat, my body on the brink of climax, when he suddenly ceased his ministrations.

“You’ve come so far, Samantha,” he chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “From a CEO to just a mindless fuck toy for us to use whenever we wish.”

“Yes, sir,” I gasped, the word barely escaping my throat, my desire for him overwhelming my pride.

“Do you want to cum, my little slut?” he asked, his voice filled with mischief.

“Yes, sir, I need to cum so badly,” I whimpered, my body trembling with need.

“But you know the rules, don’t you?” he goaded, his grin widening.

I swallowed hard, the truth of my situation hitting me like a sledgehammer. “Because, sir,” I stuttered, “I am a black-owned slut. I can only reach climax with a black cock deep inside me.”

Danny’s grin grew wider, a twisted expression of pleasure at my admission. “So, you want me to fuck you?”

My breath hitched. “More than anything, sir,” I moaned, “but please, not here in the open.”

He pulled out a vibrating pink egg, soaking wet from my neglected pussy. “Clean it up, slut,” he ordered, watching as I obeyed without hesitation, the taste of my own arousal and his dominance filling my mouth.

He pulled out the metal plug that had been lodged in my ass, and the sudden emptiness was almost as shocking as the sight of my gaping hole. “Looks like the enemas are working wonders on you, slut,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and disgust.

I was forced to clean the plug with my mouth, the taste of my own ass making me gag. Two sharp slaps later, I complied, the pain focusing my mind on the task at hand.

Danny chuckled, watching me with amusement as I obeyed his every command. “You’re getting better at this, Samantha. Soon, you won’t even need us to tell you what to do. You’ll just know your place, won’t you?”

I nodded, the sting of the slaps still resonating through me. “Yes, sir, I will always know my place,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

He held the plug up to the light, inspecting it with a cruel smile. “See, it’s clean. No shit on it today. Good girl.”

The praise, though delivered with a hint of mockery, made me feel a strange sense of pride. I had been obedient, and for that, I would be rewarded.

But the ultimate prize, the one I craved more than anything, was still denied to me. “Please, sir, may I cum now?” I begged, my voice a desperate whine.

With a fiery hunger in his eyes, he leaned in closer to me, his breath a warm whisper in my ear that sent a shiver down my spine. “Not yet, my greedy little slut,” he murmured, his voice a seductive promise of the depravity that was to come later in the night. From his pocket, he produced an intriguing device, a set of medium-sized ben-wa-balls, their silver surfaces gleaming under the flickering street light. These were no ordinary ben-wa-balls, though; they were connected by a longer chain than usual, with a tiny silver bell delicately hanging in the middle, ready to announce my every move with a delicate tinkling sound.

Dangling the shackled orbs before my eyes, he asked, “Do you know what these are?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied meekly, my voice trembling with anticipation, “They’re ben-wa-balls.”

He chuckled, a dark, sinister sound that resonated through my core, making my knees wobble. He then shook the chain, making the bell ring out, a clear, high-pitched note that seemed to echo in the very air of the room. “Good girl,” he said, “but do you know where they go?”

Before I could answer, he forced the two cold, metallic spheres into my mouth, making me taste the bitterness of his desire. “Lick them,” he ordered, his eyes never leaving mine. I obeyed, coating the balls with my saliva, feeling them grow warmer with every pass of my tongue. When he was satisfied, he withdrew them, the chain clinking against my teeth as they slid out.

“It goes into my pussy, sir,” I said, eager to please him. But the sharp slap that followed was a stinging reminder of my place. “Sorry, sir,” I quickly corrected, “It goes into my cunt.”

He chuckled again, the sound sending a thrill of fear and excitement through me. “That’s right,” he said, “Women have pussies, but sluts like you have cunts.” He emphasized the word with another slap on my face.

Moving behind me, he crouched down, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. He brought the ben-wa-balls to the slick opening of my sex, the cool metal sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Don’t you dare cum,” he warned, his voice a low growl that I felt deep inside my core. He pushed one ball in, and I gasped at the sensation. Then, without hesitation, he slid the second one in, filling me completely.

The chain with the bell hung low, brushing against the back of my thighs, a constant reminder of the object lodged within me. “Looks like you’ve got a new tail,” he said with a twisted smile, giving the chain a gentle tug.

But the humiliation and pain didn’t end there. He leaned closer, his breath hot on my skin as he spat a thick glob of saliva onto my anus, watching with sadistic glee as it slithered down, preparing me for the next intrusion. “A slut like you should always strive for more,” he said, as he pushed a larger metal plug into me, the pink jewel at its base glinting maliciously. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot knife slicing through me as the plug stretched me wider than I had ever been.

“How do the new toys feel, my little cunt?” he asked, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he watched my face contort with a mix of agony and pleasure.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes, sir,” I said, my body begging for more. “I like them.”

With a few more sharp smacks to my reddened buttocks, he stood and took hold of the leash attached to the collar around my neck. “Good,” he said, “Now, crawl.”

And so, I did, each step sending the ben-wa-balls rolling inside me, the chain chiming with every movement like a twisted lullaby of my submission. The plug remained lodged in my ass making me fuller than ever. In a way I liked the humiliation and the pain.

When we arrived at Danny’s abode, he roughly yanked on the leash, forcing me to stand on wobbly legs. The towering, transparent stilettos bit into the soft flesh of my feet, and I winced with pain as I struggled to maintain my balance. He secured my wrists together with cold steel cuffs, fastening them to a hook beside the door, leaving me in a state of utter vulnerability and exposure. The skirt remained hiked up, displaying my bare ass and sex to the world should anyone pass by, yet somehow, I felt a strange thrill from the potential humiliation. The fear of being discovered was a potent aphrodisiac, mingling with the biting cold of the deserted street.

Danny disappeared into the house, leaving me shivering, my body bared to the elements, and my dignity hanging by a thread. The wind whispered cruel secrets in my ears, sending shivers down my spine as it danced over my naked skin. Though the area was mostly abandoned, the possibility of being spotted was a constant, tantalizing threat, and I felt a strange exhilaration from my precarious situation.

The door swung open again, and this time, Danny wasn’t alone. Two other black women strolled out, their eyes glinting with mischief as they took in the sight of me. The one in the form-fitting black leather outfit strutted over to me, her hand reaching out to touch my trembling body.

“Is this the little slut you’ve been bragging about?” she purred, her voice thick with contempt.

“The very same,” Danny replied with a smug smile. “Samantha Ruth Prabhu. An ex-actress and CEO.”

The woman in the leather outfit began to explore my body, her rough fingers digging into my flesh, and the other woman, dressed in a skintight black dress, followed suit. She began to rub my inner thighs, her touch feather-light yet firm, making me open my legs wider, granting her easier access to my most intimate areas.

“Ah, yes,” the woman in the leather said with a sneer. “She’s pretty enough, but her tits are a disappointment.”

Her words were like a slap in the face, and I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation. It wasn’t the first time someone had commented on the size of my breasts, but the way she said it, as if they were a commodity to be critiqued and discarded, stung more than any insult before.

“Don’t worry,” the woman in the dress soothed, her voice a mocking purr as she pinched my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Your owners will decide how to improve you.”

Her words were a stark reminder of my new reality—a reality where my body was no longer my own, but a toy to be played with, altered, and used at the whims of my new masters. Danny, seemingly unfazed by the conversation, checked his watch.

“We’ve got to get going,” he announced, unhooking my leash from the hook. “But feel free to play with her in the car.”

With that, he dragged me behind him, my feet stumbling in the ill-fitting stilettoes as we made our way to the car parked around the back. The leather-clad woman chuckled, her grip on my arm tightening as she whispered filthy promises in my ear, while the one in the dress trailed her hand over my ass, her nails scraping against my skin.

With trembling hands, I slid into the backseat of the luxurious car as the two enigmatic women in their alluring attire pushed me down. One of them, dressed in a black dress that hugged her curvaceous body like a second skin, leaned over me. Her voice dripped with a seductive challenge. “Tell me, are you a good cunt licker, whore?” she purred. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I nodded, my eyes cast downward in a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

The engine roared to life as Danny took his place behind the wheel, and we set off on a journey into the unknown. The scenery outside the tinted windows blurred together as the car glided through the night. The woman in black began her interrogation, probing into my sordid past and the rigorous training I had endured under the watchful eye of Mistress Nina. Her questions were accompanied by the woman in leather, who eagerly awaited her turn to delve into my most intimate secrets.

My mouth was soon put to the test as they ordered me to service them, one after the other. The taste of their arousal was both overpowering and exhilarating as I licked and kissed their sensitive flesh. I found myself lost in the act, my tongue dancing to the tune of their moans and gasps, my body reacting in ways I had never imagined. The car’s motion added an extra layer of challenge to my task, but I was determined to please them, to show them that I was indeed the obedient whore they sought.