I quickly get dressed to run and put on some perfume like I always do.
It's a delicate citrus scent that they already know. Will it turn them on? One of them for sure.
The expensive perfume was a gift from Pao when I mentioned once that I liked it so much.
My top is loose but cut low enough to see my sports bra underneath when standing close to me.
I see Adam's eyes on my neckline as he stands beside me in the elevator. I take a deep breath.
Can he see my erect nipples through the fabric? I sure hope so.
When he notices me looking at him, he looks at me and I see his hypnotic eyes again as in the mirror behind me. He wants to touch me but is probably not allowed to.
My punishment, or whatever it is, is not yet finished.
I open my lips as if I wanted to say something and then close them again.
Let him wonder what I wanted to say.
Pao observes the whole thing attentively, and it certainly makes him hot to see his power at work.
Well, hopefully, he is also hard and will have to run with it.
We run through the park in silence. When Pao increases the speed, I know that he is annoyed. That's how it's always been so far. But maybe he's just horny and wants to hide it or suppress it.
I keep up.
I don't like to sweat but today is different.
My body should shine with sweat like last night when Pao had not given me a break between orgasms. I want him to see it and to remember.
When we are back in the elevator, I lean against the wall, close my eyes and breathe heavily with my mouth open and my head up.
Maybe a little exaggerated, but it will not miss its effect.
As we enter the apartment and I head for my bathroom Pao says:
"You shower with me." He turns around and goes to the men´s bathroom.
A demonstration of power?
Sure but to whom? Me or Adam?
I follow him into the men's bathroom which I have hardly ever entered.
Pao takes off his T-shirt and throws it into the laundry basket.
"Take off your clothes," he says, and a shiver goes through my whole body. The hair on his chest is wet with sweat and the black line that disappears into his shorts shimmers damp as well.
My breathing is heavier and I can't take my eyes off him.
I look up at his face and see him studying me.
I let him savor his power and pretend to hesitate.
Yet I want nothing more in the world than to get the clothes off my body and let him do whatever he wants.
I slowly take off my shoes and socks and reach for my top with trembling hands.
He waits. I let him wait.
When he already takes a breath to say something, I slowly pull my top over my head. and just let it fall on the floor.
His eyes wander to my breasts.
The sweaty bra sticks to my skin.
I look at the floor in shame as I take it off.
There would be no point in me standing with my back to Pao. There is a mirror behind me.
Then I pull down my shorts along with my panties and leave them on the floor.
I don't look at Pao.
That's exactly how he must want it.
Control and power.
I don't try to cover myself with my hands and let them hang down either side of my body, clenched into fists. I'm sure he thinks that's shame and helplessness.
It's arousal and greed.
He makes me wait while he undresses, and I can barely contain my excitement.
Then he steps up to me and lifts my chin so I have to look him in the face.
He wants to see my discomfort turn into lust.
I feel his knee between my legs and put them a little apart. Then his hand reaches between my legs, and desire flashes in his dark eyes.
My pussy is sweaty and wet. He feels my clit, and I moan.
The permanent tension in my body immediately wants to discharge into his hand.
Slowly, much too slowly, his finger moves to my center.
I lean against the sink in my back not sure if I can stay on my feet. His gaze still holds my eyes although I would like to close them and cum immediately.
I hold onto the sink as he moves his finger inside me faster and faster. My lust is growing in me, and I don't know what I would do if he stops. I want it to continue forever. Then he takes my clit between his fingers and squeezes.
The orgasm is like an electric shock that shoots through my whole body and shakes me again and again.
It didn´t build up and come, it exploded surprisingly and took me with it.
I feel that I am being held, but I can't really keep my senses together.
Pao leads me into the shower and makes me face the wall. My hands are on the tiles. This is also desperately needed to keep me on my feet because my legs are shaking and my pussy is still contracting.
He turns on the water, and a cold rain falls down my back. I do not know what I feel. I shake all over my body.
The water gets warmer and the orgasm slowly subsides. My legs are still shaking, but I hold on to the wall and breathe deeply.
I feel Pao's body close behind me. He must be extremely aroused. What is he going to do?
The water is turned off and I hear him handling the shower bath behind me.
He is soaping himself up. Then his hands are on mine and he starts to soap up my body as well.
He does it slowly and takes extra time on my breasts and neck before moving over my belly to my vagina. His body presses against mine, and I can feel his hard cock against my ass and then between my legs.
He reaches between my legs and my hypersensitive body twitches involuntarily.
He massages me and I can't believe I want him again. Like the night when my body didn't want to understand that after orgasm there should be no need for sex for a while.
He turns on the water again and moves his cock between my legs.
Now first I realize, what he is waiting for.
He wants me to beg.
And I want to beg, want him inside me hard and deep. But I won't do him the favor.
He can fuck me, but it will be a while before I beg for it!
I moan as he presses me against the tiles.
"Say it!" he murmurs in my ear and I have to grin inside.
His cock moves between my legs and I know how much he wants to push it inside me.
I just moan.
Pao doesn't like to repeat himself.
The body at my back moves away and the water is turned off.
With difficulty, I push myself off the wall and reach for a towel.
Is probably from Adam but I do not care. I dry myself and wrap myself in the towel. Then I collect my things from the floor and leave the bathroom.
Without hurry, I go to my room, but I don't see anyone in the living room. When I enter my room I see Adam sitting on my bed.
He looks worried.
Did Pao send him to fuck me or to explain the rules to me? Is he supposed to teach me that I can't defy Pao?
Does Adam always do what Pao says?
Let's see.
The fact that he is sitting on my bed and not lying down shows me that he is tense.
I go to the bathroom and throw my dirty clothes into the laundry basket.
When I enter my room again, Adam has not moved.
Don't my two new so-called masters think, that I can do everything I usually do in their presence?
Let's test that.
I don't pay attention to Adam as I hang the towel over the chair and go to my linen chest. I pull open a drawer and *********** a pair of panties. I put it on with my back to him and chose a bra. Is it the hottest thing I can put on?
Of course!
I still want to get fucked, and Adam is more as capable to do me this favor.
As I close the clasp of the bra behind my back, I hear Adam leave my room.
I guess, even if not fucked, this round went to me!
I briefly consider going to bed and just staying there until they come for me.
But then they have too much time to come up with a new plan.
I am hungry and go to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. The apartment is quiet. The door to my friend´s room is closed. The key is still on the sideboard.
I take it and put it back in my room door. I won't close the door, but I don't want it to get lost somewhere. There is something on the window sill where I was standing earlier. I make myself some toast with tomato and go to the window to look.
My food almost gets stuck in my throat as my brain tries to process what I'm looking at.
A dog leash? Are they going to get a dog?
It must be a big one, because it ends in some kind of chain. Why do I just feel like a chain is wrapped around my own neck and I can't swallow my toast?
Images flood my mind.
Scenes from movies I've never seen, photos from the Internet I've never paid attention to.
I stare at the necklace attached to the chain, wondering how it would feel against my skin. My heart speeds up. I want to feel it, for a second, on my skin, just a very brief moment. I reach out for it. I see my fingers tremble slightly.
It's just a collar after all.
I'll put it on only briefly and then forget about it.
My fingers almost touch the collar when I realize that I am not alone.
How long have I been standing there dreaming of a collar around my neck that someone else is wearing? Why didn't I hear when the door opened and the two entered the kitchen? Were they trying to be quiet, or was I so engrossed in my own sex slave dreams that I just didn't hear?
I try to make my face appear as expressionless as possible as I turn around.
Will they put it on me? Will I feel what it is like to follow the one who holds the chain in his hand?
The two of them stand in the middle of the kitchen and look at me.
"A dog?" I say as firmly as my slightly trembling voice will allow. We once agreed to bring an animal into the house only if everyone wanted it. Pao smiles at me the way an adult smiles at a child who has told a silly lie. He comes up to me, takes the collar in his hand, and holds it to his face.
"No dog cara. This is the collar of a sex slave. You know what a sex slave is, don't you?" I swallow hard, my mouth is dry. I don't trust my voice, so I say nothing.
"A slave is not something you can become in a day. You must be prepared for it, trained for it. It is not a hobby but a whole new life. You don't have to live it out 24/7, but if you do, you have to know what's coming." He comes up close to me and runs the back of his hand over my nipples as if lost in thought.
As if he was thinking about what was to come now.
Then his hand goes up and he lifts my chin so I'm looking at him. He looks deep into my eyes and I'm sure he can see that I'm already aroused.
"Take off your clothes cara. You won't need any more clothes today. You don't get dressed again until we tell you to." He doesn't step back or let go of my chin and I begin to clumsily undress. Adam stands behind me and helps me with the bottom of my clothes. It feels good, as hot as the first time. Pao keeps talking.
"How was it for you last night, did you want me to stop?" My face turns red at the memory.
"No.", I breathe hoarsely.
"It'll be like that many more times. And better. But you have to learn to obey first. Then I'll teach you everything else.
Letting you put on this collar is something we'll both have to earn.
Take this pill please, you're going to have a lot of cum in you today and we don't want to get you pregnant. Tomorrow we will go to the doctor with you and have you examined. Then you will get a birth control pill. But for today, this one will have to do." He bends over, kisses me very wetly, and then puts a small pill in my mouth. I swallow the bitter-tasting pill.
"Now lie down here on the kitchen table and spread your legs as wide as you can. Do you have to pee before we start?" I nod. "Good, let's go." He turns and walks ahead into the bathroom.
What's going on here? Are they going to walk me into the bathroom? Do I have to pee in front of them? I can't! I already have problems peeing in public toilets when someone is inside. Apparently, my training is just beginning.
“Sit on the toilet and spread your legs.” I look at him pleadingly. He knows perfectly well that I can't pee like that. We once joked about me peeing my pants in a public restroom when there were too many people there instead of peeing. He pushes me into the toilet and bends over me. Then he puts his hand under me and touches me.
"You will pee here and now in my hand cara. It turns me on, so you will do it for me. Won't you?" It's not a question, it's a command.
But I can't.
My bladder is full but blocked. His hand goes deeper and he puts 2 fingers inside me. His other hand presses down on my abdomen from the front. The pressure increases and becomes painful. I feel ashamed and can't imagine doing what Pao wants. This is simply impossible, even if I wanted what I don´t want to.
He continues to finger me and his breathing gets heavier. It really turns him on.
"I can also make you drink 2 more liters of water and then strap you to the kitchen table until you pee all over it if you prefer." I try to push. Tears come to my eyes and I hate this. It's not what I wanted to do. It's humiliating and I don't like it at all.
Why don't I stop it, and tell him to fuck off!?
"You're going to do it many more times from today on. Better get used to it. You'll like turning me on like this. Trust me cara."
I doubt it.
Pao suddenly grabs my nipple hard and pinches it. Pain shoots through my whole body and I wet my pants. Or better said I pee in Pao's palm.
I sob and the stream gets stronger.
Pao moans and strokes his hand over my pussy and ass. He is looking into my face with pleasure, and I feel him spread his fingers and wait until there is nothing more coming out of me. Then he takes his hand away and rinses it out in the sink.
I can't move, hope the men leave so I can wash, but Pao comes back, stands between my legs and opens his pants. He flushes the toilet behind me.
"Suck my cock cara.", he says and pulls down his pants. I am so ashamed, so confused and so aroused. As if all these feelings in me were one.
I don't let him ask me twice. I already wanted to do this yesterday. I open my mouth to suck him inside me, but he can't wait. He is hard and hot. He holds my head and rams his hard cock deep into my mouth. I almost swallow it. I feel like choking, can't get enough air, and Pao is pushing harder.
Then he props himself against the wall with one hand on my head and moves faster and faster in my mouth. Seeing Pao so aroused and unrestrained is so erotic that I just have to enjoy it. Partly I can't breathe because he puts his cock so deep in my throat, but it's wonderful.
I try not to cough and breathe when I get the chance. I'm wet and the next time he thrusts violently down my throat, tears come to my eyes and I hear myself losing control of my almost empty bladder.
A small trickle trickles into the toilet and Pao must hear it too because he comes in my mouth. I hurry to swallow, so much cum discharges into me and he moans and jerks above me.
"Suck!" he commands me, and I suck hard on his cock. More cum, another load, another scream from Pao.
Did he come twice? Or was it just so hard that he still came?
A feeling of happiness overcomes me. Making Pao come so hard was worth letting him humiliate me like that. I want him even more than before.
His cock slides out of my mouth and I swallow the rest of the salty liquid. He is still breathing heavily above me, and I look at Adam who is grinning broadly at me. Apparently I did well, and hopefully he will prove it to me soon with the bulge in his pants. Pao leans over to me and kisses me on the lips.
"Come join us when you've washed up cara." Without hurry, he grabs his cock in his pants right in front of me and walks out with Adam. I go to the shower.