Continued from Chapter 01. Master continues to play with his newly acquired toy. Toy is starting to adjust to her new surroundings.
I'm suddenly jolted awake by a sense of disorientation. I'm no longer in the white room, but instead, I find myself standing in a long, dimly lit hallway. The walls are made of cold, grey concrete. I look around, trying to get my bearings, but there's nothing to see. No windows, no doors, just a seemingly endless stretch of hallway.
I start to run, my feet pounding against the cold floor. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I know I need to keep moving. The hallway stretches out before me, curving slightly to the left.
The hallway doesn't seem to have an end. Every so often I come across a door, but the door is always locked, so I continue running. Finally I get to a door where I can hear the sounds of people having sex behind it. I try the door and it opens...
I wake with a start and realize I'm in bed. Or in a bed. Not my bed. I sit up suddenly. The room is dark except for a TV in the corner that is currently showing a group of people having sex. The light in the room begins to brighten and I'm able to take in my surroundings. The bottom half of each of the walls are painted a soft gray, with a solid mirror on the upper half, with no windows in sight. The bed I'm sitting on is soft and comfortable, but I'm not sure where I am or how I got here. The TV in the corner continues to show an orgy scene, the sounds muffled but still audible.
I'm sore and achy, but I don't feel any pain. I try to remember what happened last night, but my memories are hazy. I vaguely recall being in a white room, cuffed to a chair.
As I continue look around the room, the bed is in the middle of the room and while soft and comfortable, it is bare - there are no sheets or blankets to cover up my nakedness. Something I am keenly aware of as I look at my reflection in the mirrors on each of the walls. In my reflection I see that I'm still wearing the metal collar from last night. I can feel the weight of it pulling at my skin. i reach up to touch it the first time. It is completely made of metal. I try to remove it, but it's locked in place.
As I look around the room, I notice that the floor is wood and when I put my feet down it seems to be heated from underneath. It's a strange sensation, but it feels nice against my bare feet. I take a tentative step forward and feel the warmth radiate up through my soles.
A small table and chairs is in the corner of the room next to a microwave on a kitchen counter with a sink. There is also a refrigerator. In the other corner I realize that the TV is not the only screen in the room. A computer, desk, and chair are in the corner. Wait. That's my computer from my apartment in the corner! It's turned on, and there's a message waiting for me.
I race across the room to my computer, my eyes darting around the room for any signs of danger. But the only sound is the muffled moans from the TV in the corner.
I hesitantly sit down at the computer and click on the message. I feel a sudden jolt of electricity from the collar around my neck. I jerk back, my heart racing in fear.
After a few moments, the electric shock subsides, and I cautiously try again. This time, I manage to click the message without any further interference. The message reads:
Dear Toy,
I'm glad you found your computer. I thought you might like to use it to pass the time.
I hope you are enjoying your stay. You are now my property, and I will do with you as I please. You have been such a good girl so far, but remember, I have complete control over you. That little love jolt was just a reminder.
I will be away for a while, so enjoy your day. There is a list of rules on the counter by the sink. Help yourself to anything in the refrigerator and the cabinets. I've left you a special surprise for being such a good girl.
With Love, Master.
I check the internet connection with hope that I can send a message out. But sadly it is not connected. I sigh in disappointment, knowing that my chances of escaping or getting help are slim.
I take a deep breath and slowly approach the counter. The list of rules is short and simple: leave the TV alone, do not attempt to escape, and most importantly, do not harm yourself.
I open the fridge and there's a variety of food and drinks. All of the things I had in my fridge at home are here. I close the fridge and look in the cabinets and find a variety of snack foods and small boxes of cereal. I also find a package with a single cannabis gummy. I suppose this is his special surprise. On the back of the package is a sticky note with a user name and password. I guess I'll figure that out later. I put the gummy back in the cabinet. No need for that. I need my wits about me.
Attached to the room is another smaller room (no door) with a single toilet, sink, and a large shower stall with two shower heads. As I sit down to do my business, I notice the camera in the corner. Looking out in the main room I see two more. I can see that I will have absolutely no privacy while I'm here. There is no toilet paper, but there is a bidet. I skip the bidet and jump straight into the shower eager to wash off the previous day's activities.
I close the clear shower door and press a button. A dryer starts up. Very convenient, especially since my host decided not to leave me any towels.
I start the shower. As the warm water cascades down my body, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I close my eyes, letting the water massage my scalp, and take a deep breath. The air is filled with the scent of soap and shampoo, a familiar comfort in this unfamiliar place. I reach out to grab the soap dispenser, my fingers wrapping around the cool metal. I squeeze a small amount into my palm and begin to lather it on my skin. The suds feel luxurious, a small indulgence in this captivity.
As I wash, I notice the camera in the corner of the shower stall, its lens trained on me. I feel a shiver run down my spine, despite the warmth of the water.
After many minutes, I turn off the water. I feel refreshed and slightly less anxious. I instinctively reach for a towel and remember the dryer so I push the button. Warm air surrounds my body, drying me off.
I take a deep breath go back to the main room. The cool air sends a chill down my spine. I notice the collar around my neck, a symbol of my captivity.
I walk over to the cabinet, my eyes scanning the shelves for something to eat. I spot a single bowl and spoon, and my stomach growls in anticipation. I open the cabinet, ignoring the package with the cannabis gummy, and grab a box of cereal. The familiar logo on the box brings a sense of comfort, and I feel a small sense of relief wash over me.
I head to the fridge, the cool air enveloping me as I open the door. I grab the milk, feeling the chill of the carton in my hand. I close the fridge door and make my way to the table, the bowl and spoon clutched in my other hand.
I sit down at the table, the bowl of cereal in front of me, and pour the milk into it. I glance up at the screen, and my eyes widen as I take in the scene unfolding before me. A large, buxom girl is dressing in a leather outfit, her curves accentuated by the tight clothing. She looks like a dominatrix, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as I watch her.
As I take a bite of my cereal, the girl on the TV turns to a smaller girl, who is kneeling on the floor. The smaller girl is dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, complete with a plaid skirt and knee-high socks. She looks up at the dominatrix with a mixture of fear and anticipation in her eyes. The dominatrix leans down and whispers something in the smaller girl's ear, causing her to blush and nod.
The dominatrix stands up and walks over to a large chest in the corner of the room. She opens it and pulls out a riding crop.
The dominatrix holds the riding crop in her hand, running her fingers over the braided leather as she gazes at the smaller girl. The camera zooms in on the crop, the sound of the dominatrix's breathing the only noise in the room. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I watch, my eyes fixed on the screen. The dominatrix raises the crop, and I flinch, expecting her to strike the smaller girl. But instead, she simply runs the crop over the girl's cheek, the leather creaking softly.
I take the last bites of my cereal, the milk soggy and sweet in my mouth. I get up to wash my bowl and place it on the drying rack. My eyes keep darting back to the scene on the TV. The dominatrix is now lightly tapping the riding crop against the smaller girl's thighs, who is still kneeling on the floor. The girl's eyes are closed, and she seems to be enjoying the sensation. I feel a strange mix of arousal and unease as I watch.
I turn away from the TV and take a deep breath. I remind myself that I am being held captive, and that I need to keep my wits about me. But the TV is hard to ignore since it's being reflected on every mirrored wall. The dominatrix is now gently stroking the smaller girl's hair. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I turn away from the screen. I need a distraction from the scene unfolding before me.
I walk over to the computer, my bare feet making barely a sound on the floor. I sit down in the chair, running my fingers over the keyboard. All of my games are here, installed and ready to play. I try to log into my favorite game, but the user name and password don't work. Of course they don't work, it's an online game.
I stare at the computer screen, feeling a sense of frustration wash over me. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. I glance back at the TV, where the dominatrix is now using the riding crop to gently spank the smaller girl's thighs. The girl's moans are muffled, and I can't help but feel a pang of desire in my stomach. I quickly turn back to the computer, determined to find something to distract me.
I scroll through the list of installed games, but nothing catches my eye. I glance at the clock in the corner of the screen and realize that I have been sitting here for several minutes.
I glance down at the table, my eyes scanning the surface until I remember the sticky note attached to the gummy packaging, with the user name and password scribbled on it in hasty handwriting. I push my chair back and stand up, my bare feet making a soft slapping sound on the floor as I walk over to the table. I pick up the packaging, the sticky note still clinging to the side, and peel it off. The note is small, with the words "username: toy" and "password: obey" scrawled on it in red ink.
I sit back down in the chair, the packaging still clutched in my hand, and type in the username and password. The screen flickers to life, and I'm greeted by the familiar login screen of my favorite game. As I log in, the screen transitions to the game's main menu. I feel a spark of excitement, mixed with a dash of disappointment. I have to create a new character, obviously he's set up some private server.
I look at the gummy packaging on the desk and I think, "why not?" I peel the wrapper off, the sound of the plastic tearing a sudden intrusion into the quiet of the room. I pop the gummy into my mouth, the sweet and tangy flavor exploding on my tongue. I chew slowly, savoring the taste, as I scroll through the game's menu. The dominatrix on the TV is now using a feather tickler to tease the smaller girl, who is writhing in pleasure.
I try to focus on the game, but my eyes keep drifting back to the TV, where the dominatrix is now gently caressing the smaller girl's face. The girl's eyes are closed, and her expression is one of pure bliss. I feel a pang of jealousy, wondering what it would be like to be in her place. I quickly push the thought aside, focusing on the game.
I'm taken aback by the normalcy of it all. For a brief moment, I forget about my situation and feel like I'm back in my own apartment, playing games on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
As I begin to navigate through the virtual world, it seems lonely, but the familiar sounds and graphics are a welcome distraction from my current situation. I move my character through the digital landscape, completing quests and fighting off monsters. But now the dominatrix on the TV is now using a pair of nipple clamps on the smaller girl, who is writhing in pleasure.
The dominatrix tightens the clamps, and the smaller girl cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I find myself involuntarily squirming in my chair, feeling a strange heat building between my legs. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and refocus on the game.
I continue to explore the virtual world, but the sounds from the TV continue to distract me. I hear the dominatrix whisper something in the smaller girl's ear, and she responds with a gasp. I can't help but feel a pang of envy, wishing I could experience that kind of pleasure.
I try to refocus on the game, but my mind keeps drifting back to the scene on the TV. The dominatrix is now lightly flicking the riding crop against the smaller girl's nipples, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. I find myself squirming in my chair, feeling a strange heat building between my legs. I glance down, noticing that my nipples are hard and my breathing has become shallow. I try to ignore the sensations, but it's no use. I'm completely captivated by the scene before me.
As I sit in the chair, my eyes fixed on the screen, I start to feel a warm sensation spreading throughout my body. The gummy I took earlier is beginning to take effect, and I can feel my muscles relaxing, my mind growing foggy. My hands, which had been hovering over the mouse and keyboard, suddenly abandon their posts and drift down to the space between my legs. My fingers brush against the soft skin of my thighs, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.
The dominatrix is still using the riding crop to tease the smaller girl, who is now moaning loudly, her body writhing in pleasure.
As I begin to play with my clit, I feel a surge of pleasure coursing through my body. My fingers move in slow, deliberate circles, the sensation of my own touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I close my eyes, my breathing becoming shallow and quick.
The dominatrix on the TV is now using her fingers to tease the smaller girl's clit, causing her to moan and writhe in pleasure. I mimic the movement, my fingers moving faster and faster as I become more and more aroused.
As I continue to touch myself, the sensations build in intensity, and I feel my body begin to tremble. My fingers move faster, and I can feel my orgasm approaching. The dominatrix on the TV is still teasing the smaller girl, who is now crying out in pleasure. I feel a sense of connection to the scene, as if I'm experiencing it alongside them. My breathing becomes shallower, and my heart rate increases. I'm completely focused on the sensations in my body, and the sounds from the TV only add to my arousal.
The smaller girl is now moaning loudly, and I can feel my own orgasm building.
As the smaller girl on the TV reaches her climax, I feel my own body tense up, my muscles contracting in anticipation of my own release. My fingers move faster, the circles smaller and more intense, and I can feel the pressure building inside me. The dominatrix on the TV is now kissing the smaller girl, their lips locked in a passionate embrace, and I feel a pang of jealousy, wishing I could be the one being kissed.
My breathing becomes shallower, my heart racing with excitement, and I can feel my body start to tremble. My fingers move faster, the sensations building in intensity, and I know I'm on the verge of orgasm.
The orgasm crashes over me like a wave, my body shuddering with pleasure as I cry out, my fingers still moving in a blur. I feel my muscles clench and release, my body trembling with the force of the release. The smaller girl on the TV cries out as well, her body writhing in pleasure as the dominatrix continues to tease and touch her. I feel a sense of connection to her, a feeling of shared pleasure that I've never experienced before.
As the waves of pleasure begin to subside, I slowly remove my fingers from between my legs, I feel a sense of relief wash over me, followed by a slight feeling of embarrassment. I look around the room, taking in the stark white walls and the TV, which is still playing the porn scene. I feel a pang of self-consciousness, wondering if anyone is watching me through the cameras. I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself that I'm alone in the room.
I get up from the chair, my legs feeling slightly wobbly from the intense orgasm. I make my way to the sink, my eyes fixed on the water as I turn on the faucet.
As I splash water on my face, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, momentarily distracting me from the lingering sensations of my orgasm. I take a deep breath, letting the cool water soothe my skin, and gaze into the mirror above the sink. My eyes look back at me, slightly glazed over, and my cheeks are flushed with a warm, pink hue. I notice a few stray strands of hair clinging to my forehead, and I brush them aside, feeling a sense of detachment from my own body.
I make my way back to the computer, my eyes fixed on the screen as I sit down in the chair. The game is still open, my character standing idle in the virtual world. I reach out to move the mouse, my hand feeling a slight tremble as I click on the screen. The character springs to life, moving forward as I navigate through the digital landscape. I focus on the game, trying to distract myself from the lingering sensations of my orgasm. The TV is still playing in the background, the sounds of moaning and heavy breathing providing a constant reminder of my earlier arousal.
As I play, I feel my heart rate slow down, my breathing becoming more regular.
As I navigate through the digital landscape, my character encounters a group of NPCs engaged in a heated battle. The sound effects and music from the game fill the room, momentarily drowning out the moaning and heavy breathing from the TV. I focus on the game, my fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard as I issue commands to my character. The NPCs are quickly defeated, and my character is rewarded with a treasure chest filled with virtual gold and items.
As I open the treasure chest, the TV catches my attention again. The scene has changed, and a new couple is now on screen. The woman is tied to a bed, her wrists and ankles bound by leather straps.
I feel a surge of frustration and desperation as I gaze at the TV screen, the image of the woman tied to the bed seared into my mind. I can't take it anymore. I walk over to the TV, my legs moving with a sense of purpose, and reach out to turn it off. My fingers brush against the buttons, but as soon as I try to press them, I feel a sudden jolt of electricity from the collar around my neck. The shock is sharp and intense, making me gasp in surprise.
I stumble backward, my hand instinctively rising to touch the collar. The metal feels cool against my skin. Suddenly the computer dings again and I walk over and click the message.
Dear Toy,
You already broke the first rule. Bad girl.
Master
I switch back over to the game, my character still standing idle in the virtual world. I decide it's no use. I close the game and lay down on the bed, my eyes fixed on the TV screen. The woman tied to the bed is still looking up at the man with a mix of fear and anticipation, her eyes darting back and forth as he raises the whip. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I become more and more engrossed in the scene.
The man raises the whip, the sound of the leather cracking through the air making me flinch. My heart is racing, my breath coming in short gasps as I watch the scene unfold.
The woman's body tenses, her muscles straining against the restraints as the man brings the whip down. The sound of the impact is like a slap, making me jump.
As I watch the woman's body tense and relax with each strike of the whip, I feel my own body responding to the scene. I can't help but reach down between my legs, my fingers finding their way to my wetness. I begin to masturbate again, my body responding to the sensations on the screen.
I close my eyes, my fingers moving in rhythm with the whip cracking on the TV. I can feel the tension building in my body, my breath coming in short gasps as I get closer and closer to another orgasm.
As I reach the peak of my arousal, my body tenses and my fingers move more rapidly, the sensation building to a crescendo. I feel my heart racing, my breath coming in short gasps, and my skin tingling with pleasure. The sound of the whip cracking on the TV seems to synchronize with the rhythm of my fingers, and I feel myself being drawn into the scene, my body responding to the primal, visceral sounds.
My orgasm hits me like a wave, washing over me and leaving me breathless. I feel my body relax, my muscles releasing their tension, and my fingers slowing to a stop.
As the waves of pleasure subside, I slowly remove my fingers from between my legs, feeling a sense of relief wash over me, followed by a slight feeling of embarrassment as I look again at the cameras that are trained on me.
As I lay there, I become aware of the softness of the bed beneath me, and my eyes start to feel heavy. I blink a few times, trying to keep them open. But soon, I can no longer resist the pull of sleep.
I wake a short time later. I sense him sitting in a chair watching me sleep. I can feel his gaze on me, even with my eyes closed. I don't know how long he has been there. I keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, trying to gather my thoughts. I can feel my heart racing, my breath shallow and quick. I wonder what he is thinking, what he wants from me.
I can hear the sound of his breathing, slow and steady, as he watches me. I can feel his eyes on me, taking in every detail of my body.
"I can tell you are awake," he chuckles. I slowly open my eyes, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of my heart. His gaze is fixed on me, his eyes piercing as he takes in every detail of my face. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I meet his stare, my eyes darting away for a moment before returning to his.
He's sitting in a chair beside the bed and his hands clasped together in his lap. He is no longer wearing the leather outfit from before. Just a regular button up shirt and pants. He looks relaxed, but I can sense the tension underlying his calm demeanor.
As I meet his gaze, I feel a flutter in my chest, my heart racing with anticipation. He regards me for a moment, his eyes seeming to bore into my very soul. Then, without warning, he reaches out and touches my breast. His fingers are cool and gentle, but they send a spark of electricity through my body.
"You really are lovely," he says, his voice low and husky. His eyes never leave mine as he speaks, his gaze holding me captive. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks as I try to process the sensation of his touch.
His fingers dance across my skin, tracing the curve of my breast.
He withdraws his hand, and I feel a sudden sense of loss, as if a part of me has been left exposed. "We'll play later," he says, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. "I believe a tour is in order." He stands up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and gestures for me to follow him.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to expect, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed.
He gestures for me to follow him, and I do, my bare feet making barely a sound on the heated floor.
We walk out of the room, and I find myself in a long, dimly lit hallway. The walls are made of concrete, and the air is cool and damp. I can hear the sound of my own breathing, and the soft rustle of his clothes as he moves.
The hallway stretches out before us, lined with doors on either side.
He leads me down the hall, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls. We approach one of the doors, and he stops, turning to face me. "Most of these rooms are empty for now, except this one," he says, gesturing towards the door. "You've been in this one before."
I look at him, unsure of what to say. The last time I was in that room, I was bound and helpless and at his mercy. I remember the feeling of his hands on my body, the sensation of the paddle against my skin.
We walk into a larger carpeted room, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an unforgiving glare on the space. The room is sparse, with a large wooden desk at its center, behind which sits a high-backed leather chair. The walls are lined with bookshelves, their contents neatly arranged and organized. The air is thick with the scent of old books and leather.
"Welcome to my office," he says, his voice low and smooth, as he gestures for me to enter. I step inside, my eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail. The desk is spotless and there are three large computer screens.
As I step further into the office, my eyes are drawn to the screens that sit atop the desk, their sleek surfaces reflecting the fluorescent light above. The screens are arranged in a triangular formation, each one angled slightly towards the center of the desk. He gestures for me to approach the desk.
I feel a sense of trepidation as I draw closer to the screens, unsure of what I will see, my eyes are met with a familiar sight. On one of the screens, I see a video feed of the room I was just in, the bed and the TV and the computer all visible in crisp, high-definition detail. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I realize that he has been watching me, even when I thought I was alone. The feed is live, and I can see myself standing in this very office, reflected back at me from the screen.
He gestures to the screen. "I like to keep an eye on my property," he says, his voice low and smooth.
"How much did you see?" I ask. His eyes seem to gleam with amusement as he responds, his voice low and smooth. "Enough," he says, his gaze never leaving mine. "I saw you watching the video on the TV, I saw you touch yourself, and I saw you cum... twice" He pauses, his eyes glinting with intensity. "I saw everything, Toy."
I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I realize the extent of his surveillance. I try to look away, but his gaze holds me captive, forcing me to confront the reality of my situation.
"I saw you also touch the TV. Do you not like my entertainment?" he asks. I shake my head, "It's... it's fine," I lie, fearful of what might happen if I say yes.
"Good. I've perfectly curated it just for you and I would be very upset if you weren't appreciative. Also, you must follow the rules while you are here."
Honestly, it's not anything more than what I would watch in my apartment at home, late at night, but I'm just not sure about being subjected to it 24/7.
"Come along," he says as he guides me to the hallway. His hand rests on the small of my back, his fingers splayed across my skin like a brand. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he propels me forward, his touch igniting a spark of anticipation within me. As we walk, the fluorescent lights above seem to flicker in time with my racing heart, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
We step back into the dimly lit hallway, the sudden change in lighting making me blink. His hand remains on my back, his grip firm but gentle, as he steers me towards a door at the far end of the hall.
He opens the door, and the smell of chlorine immediately hits me, a pungent and familiar scent that transports me to memories of summer afternoons spent lounging by the pool. The room beyond the doorway is a revelation, a sprawling space filled with the gentle lapping of water against the sides of an indoor pool. The pool itself is a deep, sparkling blue, and the attached hot tub bubbles and churns, releasing a misty veil of steam into the air.
As I take in the luxurious pool area, my thoughts are interrupted by his voice. "Do you like it?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. I turn to face him, unsure of how to respond. The pool is breathtaking, but the thought of sharing such an intimate space with him makes me uneasy.
"It's very nice," I finally say.
He smiles, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "I'm glad you like it," he says, his voice warm and inviting. "I thought you could use some relaxation, after everything that's happened."
"I... I don't swim very well," I stammer, my eyes fixed on the pool's calm surface. His smile widens, and he takes a step closer to me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't worry, Toy," he smiles. "The water is shallow. But, if you'd prefer, I can hold you."
As I hesitate, his eyes seem to gleam with amusement. "The collar is waterproof," he reassures me, his voice low and soothing. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a flutter in my chest.
His touch is gentle, yet it sends a spark of electricity through my body. I try to step back, but my feet seem rooted to the spot. His eyes gleam with amusement as he takes a step closer to me, his voice low and soothing. "Don't worry, Toy," he says. "I won't let anything harm you. You are safe when you are with me."
With a fluid motion, he begins to undress, his hands moving deftly as he unbuttons his shirt. I watch, transfixed, as the fabric parts to reveal a chiseled chest, the muscles defined and toned.
As his hands move to his waist, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants, I feel a flutter in my chest. The sound of the zipper sliding down seems to echo through the room, and I'm transfixed by the slow reveal of his body. His pants slide down his hips, pooling at his feet, and he steps out of them with a fluid motion. I'm struck by the sight of his muscular legs, the definition of his thighs and calves evident even in the dim light of the pool area.
He takes a step closer to me, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly lowers them, revealing his toned and muscular body. He is now naked, and I can't help but stare at him, my eyes drawn to the curve of his muscles and the trail of hair that leads down to his groin.
He slips into the pool, and turns to face me. "Come on in," he says, his voice low and inviting. "The water's perfect."
As I stand there, frozen in uncertainty, His eyes seem to bore into my very soul, as if willing me to take the next step. The water's edge laps gently at his chest. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I hesitate, my mind racing with the implications of what I'm about to do.
With a sense of trepidation, I take a deep breath and slip into the pool, body sinking into the warm water. The sensation is like a gentle caress, enveloping my skin in a soothing warmth that seems to seep into my very bones.
As I sink deeper into the water, I feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me. My eyes drift downward, and I gaze at my breasts, floating effortlessly on the surface of the water. The gentle lapping of the water against my skin creates a soothing melody, and I feel my muscles relax, one by one. I realize, with a start, that this is the first time I've ever swam in a pool naked. The sensation is both liberating and terrifying, like shedding a skin I've worn for years.
As I float in the water, I'm acutely aware of my body's imperfections. My thighs are a bit too thick, my stomach a bit too soft. I'm not the type of woman who would ever feel comfortable at a nudist resort, and yet, here I am, naked and vulnerable in front of him. I try to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the sensation of the water lapping against my skin, but I can feel my face growing hot with embarrassment.
He seems to sense my discomfort, and he swims closer, his eyes locked on mine. "You're beautiful, Toy," he says, his voice low and soothing. "Every inch of you is perfect."
As his words wash over me, I feel a sense of calm settle into my chest. He swims closer, and I can feel the warmth of his body radiating towards me. He reaches out and gently wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a gentle embrace. I feel a sense of vulnerability as my naked body presses against his, but his warm skin and soothing touch seem to melt away my doubts.
As he holds me in his arms, I feel my head tilt back, my eyes drifting upwards to meet his. His gaze is soft and gentle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles.
As his arms hold me close, I feel a sense of tranquility wash over me. The warmth of his body seeps into mine, and I relax into his embrace. He gently rocks me back and forth, the motion creating a soothing melody that seems to lull my doubts to sleep.
"You have to admit," he says, his voice low and husky, "this is nice." His breath whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Cost me a fortune," he continues, "but it's worth it."
He kisses me, his mouth gentle and soft, yet possessive and demanding. I feel my lips part, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and his tongue slips inside, exploring the contours of my mouth.
The water around us seems to fade into the background as our lips move in perfect sync. I feel his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer, and I melt into his embrace. The kiss is like a slow-burning fire, igniting a passion within me that I've never felt before.
His lips move from mine, trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I gasp as he reaches the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, nipping at the skin with his teeth. His hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples, and sliding down my sides.
I feel a rush of pleasure as he touches me, my skin tingling with anticipation. I arch my back, pressing myself against him, feeling his hardness against my stomach. His fingers explore my core, and I moan as he finds my most sensitive spots. He knows exactly what I need, and he gives it to me in abundance. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my breath hitching in my throat as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me wanting more.
"You're going to be quite the catch for me, toy," he says, his voice low and commanding.
He steps out of the pool, his muscular body glistening with water droplets. He walks over to the hot tub and turns on the jets, creating a soothing massage of warm water. On the table grabs a bottle of champagne and pours it into two flutes and sets them down next to the hot tub.
"Come. Let's talk for a while," he says, holding out his hand to me. I hesitate for a moment, but then I take his hand and step into the hot tub. The warm water envelops me.
"I really do hope you like it here," he says, his voice deep and reassuring. "I've invested a lot of time and money into making this place comfortable for both of us."
I nod, still trying to process everything that has happened. "It's... different," I manage to say, my voice shaking slightly.
He chuckles softly. "I know it can be overwhelming at first."
I glance around the hot tub, taking in the dim lighting and the plush seats.
The warm water feels good against my skin. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
"How long do I have to stay here?" I ask, my voice still shaking slightly.
He smiles gently at me, his eyes softening. "Just another day, and then you will be free," he says, reaching out to caress my cheek. "I promise."
I nod, trying to believe him. A part of me wants to trust him, but another part is still afraid. This situation is so different from anything I've ever known.
"Can I at least use my phone?"
He smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Of course, toy. But who would you call?"
I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with possibilities. I know she could call the police.
"I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just need to... to check in with someone."
He raises an eyebrow, his gaze intense. "Who?" I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. "My... my boss. At the store." He smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "What if they need me at the store?" I bit my lip, feeling a surge of panic. "I don't know. I just... I need to check in."
He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "I don't think that's a good idea, toy. You're mine now for now. No one else can have you."
His eyes sparkle with amusement as he settles back into the hot tub. "You know, toy, I've worked very hard to build my fortune," he says, his voice low and smooth. "This house, for instance, is one of my favorite investments. I've spared no expense in making it a sanctuary, a place where I can escape the stresses of the world."
"But if you're so rich, couldn't you have any girl you want?" I ask. His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze piercing as he regards me. He takes a slow sip of the champagne he had poured for himself earlier, the bubbles rising to the surface of the glass like tiny, shimmering diamonds.
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, toy," he says, his voice low and husky. "I don't want just any girl. I want someone who is... unique. Someone who has a certain spark, a certain fire that sets my soul ablaze."
He continues, "True, there are beautiful women who would do anything to be my partner. To share in my wealth. But they are merely a snack compared to you. You, my dear, are a feast."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his enigmatic statement. "A feast?" I repeat. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he sets his champagne glass down on the edge of the hot tub. He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Yes, a feast," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "A delicacy that I've been searching for, for a very long time."
I slow digest his words, my mind racing with the implications of his statement. "So, what? Are you going to eat me? Are you a vampire or something?" I ask, trying to keep my tone light despite the growing unease in my chest.
He chuckles, the sound low and husky, and shakes his head. "No, nothing quite so... literal," he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But I do plan on savoring you, in my own way."
He looks at the still full champagne flute and then looks at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he urges me to drink. I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should indulge, but his gaze is persuasive. I reach out and take the flute, feeling the cool glass against my skin. The champagne bubbles rise to the surface, releasing a delicate fragrance that teases my senses. I bring the flute to my lips, feeling the rim touch my skin, and take a sip. The champagne is crisp and refreshing, with a hint of sweetness that lingers on my palate.
I start to feel a subtle relaxation spreading through my body. The warm water of the hot tub and the gentle bubbles seem to be working in tandem with the champagne to ease my tension. He notices the change in me and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Feeling a bit more at ease, toy?" he asks, his voice low and soothing.
I nod, taking another sip of the champagne. The sweetness is starting to get to me, but I'm determined to keep my wits about me.
"So," I say, trying to sound casual, "what do you like to do in your free time?"
A hint of a smile plays on his lips as he leans back against the edge of the hot tub. "In my free time, I enjoy... indulging in various hobbies," he says, his voice low and measured. "I'm a bit of a gamer, among other things." He pauses, studying my reaction, and I feel a spark of surprise ignite within me.
I turns out he's a fan of a lot of the RPG's I'm interested in, including my favorite MMO. We spend quite some time just talking about this and after a while I relax even more. I feel like I'm just geeking out with a fellow nerd. I drink more of the champagne and before I know it, the flute is empty.
As he rises from the hot tub, water cascades down his chiseled physique, creating a mesmerizing display of rivulets and droplets that catch the dim light of the room. He steps out of the tub, his movements fluid and deliberate, and pads across the floor to the champagne cooler. The sound of his footsteps is muffled by the soft music playing in the background, my gaze drawn to the confident stride of his legs.
He opens the cooler, and the soft clinking of glasses and the hiss of the champagne bottle being opened create a soothing melody that seems to lull me deeper into relaxation.
He returns to the hot tub, his muscular form glistening with water droplets. He gracefully climbs back into the tub, causing the water to ripple around him. He reaches out and hands me the champagne flute, his fingers brushing against mine as I take it from him. I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body at his touch, and I can't help but shiver.
"Cold?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
"No, just... a chill," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, I see," he says, his voice low and husky. He leans back against the edge of the hot tub, his gaze still fixed on me. I can feel his eyes studying me, and I can't help but feel a little self-conscious under his gaze. I take another sip of the champagne, feeling the bubbles tickle my nose.
"What other kinds of games do you like to play?" I ask, trying to steer the conversation away from the intense atmosphere that has been building between us.
"Oh, I like all sorts of games," he says, his voice light and playful. "But I have a particular fondness for strategy games."
I sit and listen to him talk and sip my champagne. It's not really a genre I'm into.
His hand drifts underwater, his fingers brushing against my leg. I feel a jolt of surprise, my heart skipping a beat as his hand comes to rest on my thigh, just above the knee. I jump, my muscles tensing involuntarily, and his eyes flicker to mine, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths.
"Sorry," I murmur, trying to play it cool, but my voice comes out a little breathless. His hand remains on my thigh, his fingers warm and gentle, but I can feel the weight of his touch, the subtle pressure that seems to be drawing me in.
"Perhaps it's time to get out. I'm feeling a bit waterlogged," he says, his voice low and smooth, as he gently lifts his hand from my thigh. I feel a slight pang of disappointment at the loss of his touch, but I nod in agreement, my skin feeling soft and pruny from the prolonged soak in the hot tub.
He smiles and stands up, water cascading down his body as he steps out of the tub.
He reaches his hand down and helps me out of the tub, his fingers wrapping around mine in a warm, gentle grasp. I feel a spark of electricity as our skin touches, and I'm acutely aware of the water droplets clinging to my skin as I rise up out of the tub.
The air envelops me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. His hand remains wrapped around mine, his fingers exerting a subtle pressure that draws me closer to him.
He gently tugs me towards a large shower area big enough for two, with multiple showerheads and a bench in the corner, inviting relaxation. He ushers me inside.
The showerheads above us spring to life, releasing a soothing cascade of water that washes away the remnants of the hot tub. He reaches for a bottle of shower gel on the wall-mounted dispenser.
He squeezes a small amount of gel onto his palm, and the sweet, floral scent wafts up, mingling with the steam rising from the shower. The sound of the water cascading down around us creates a soothing melody, and I feel my muscles relax, my tension easing.
His hands begin to move, his fingers massaging the gel into a rich lather. He steps closer, his body inches from mine, and I can feel the warmth of his skin radiating towards me.
His hands move in slow, deliberate circles, working the lather into my skin. I close my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as I relax into his touch. I can feel the tension in my muscles melting away, replaced by a deep sense of warmth and comfort.
His hands pause on my skin, and he gently turns me towards the showerhead, the warm water cascading down my body, rinsing away the soap. "Rinse off," he says, as he steps back. I feel a slight pang of disappointment as his hands leave my skin, but I nod, letting the water wash away the soap.
As I rinse off, he begins to lather himself up, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles, working the soap into a rich lather. I watch, mesmerized, as he washes himself, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.
As he finishes washing himself, he steps under the showerhead, letting the warm water rinse away the soap. I watch, still mesmerized by the way the water cascades down his body, as he tilts his head back, letting the water wash over his face. He blinks open his eyes, and our gazes meet, the intensity of his stare making my heart skip a beat.
He turns off the shower and reaches for a small panel on the wall. The familiar sound of dryers kicks in as it gently dries the water from our skin.
"Very eco-friendly I suppose," I say as I watch the dryers gently blow warm air across our skin. His eyes flicker towards me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he steps closer.
"Indeed," he replies, as the dryers continue to hum softly in the background.
He pushes the button on the wall to turn the dryers off, and the soft hum of the machines ceases, plunging the shower area into a sudden silence. The stillness is almost palpable, and I feel a sense of anticipation building in the air. His hand, still warm from the shower, reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin and sending a shiver down my spine.
As he touches me, I feel a spark of electricity run through my body, and my heart begins to beat faster.
"You've had a long day," he says. "Off to bed." He doesn't bother to dress again. Instead he guides me back down the hall and opens the door to my room.
As we enter my room, He guides me to the bed, his hand still wrapped around mine. I can feel the warmth of his touch, the subtle pressure that draws me in. I sit down on the edge of the bed, and he stands in front of me.
He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing my hair from my face. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I can feel the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms as they wrap around me.
He pulls back, his eyes searching mine. He is still naked and standing in front me, his cock is rigid and standing at attention. I resist the urge to reach out and touch it.
As I sit on the bed, my eyes are still locked on his rigid cock, my mind struggling to process the sudden turn of events. But before I can even think of reaching out to touch him, he says, "Good night," and quickly turns around to walk out of the room. I watch, mesmerized, as his naked back disappears from view, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves.
The sound of the door closing behind him is like a slap in the face, jolting me out of my trance-like state. I look up to see the door shut, and my eyes are drawn to the keypad on the wall as the light above it switches from green to red. I am once again locked in.
The lights in the room begin to slowly dim, so that the only light in the room is the TV screen. The sound is off, but the now familiar sight of naked people still grace it's surface. I lie down in the bed and look up at the little red lights on the various cameras in the room. I know he is probably watching, but at this point I do not care, the intensity of the night is too much, I need some release. I watch the scene play out on the TV, a young man is passionately kissing a young petite girl. I begin to touch myself, taking in the scene.
As my orgasm builds, I pay less and less attention to the screen and think more and more about my captor. Before long, he is all I can think about. When I finally crest over the edge, and fall asleep, it is only him in my mind.