Sorry it's taken so long to post this. I've been coming up with a newer storyline, so this one starts different than how the last one ends.
It had been a year since I had left Miss Hanna's house. I've been living as a maid/slave for my aunt since then, training for Hanna. I spent every night, bound, gagged, and blindfolded behind a locked door. I was taught not to speak unless spoken to, and all other things a slave should know.
The car ride up to Hanna's house seemed extremely long. I was left unbound, and I was allowed to wear my own clothes, not the cotton rags that my aunt made me wear while I was serving her. My suitcase was in the trunk of the car. I was so excited to finally begin my slavery for Miss Hanna.
We arrived at their house early in the morning. I can see why they made me wait a year before I came back. There house was another story bigger, and all the siding had been redone. We walked up to the door, and rang the doorbell.
"Are you nervous?" My aunt asked me.
"Not really," I replied, shaking with excitement.
Hilary answered the door, and smiled, "Welcome, Taylor."
She took my suitcase, and my aunt left.
"Hanna is downstairs."
"I see you remodeled the house."
"Yep, now, each of us have our own floor. I'm in the top floor, Kaylee, the third level; Jenna's on the second level, and Hanna is in the basement, with the dungeon."
"Sounds perfect."
At that moment, Hanna came upstairs. She walked in stood in front of me, and didn't say anything.
"I thought you'd be better trained than that, pet," she winked at me. "Get down on your knees."
I did as I was told, and a ball gag was strapped into my mouth.
"I'll take it from here, mom," My mistress said, taking the suitcase. "Get up and follow me, slave. I've got a surprise for you."
We walked through the first floor to a staircase. At the bottom of the staircase, there was a heavy, steel door with a number pad next to it. She covered my eyes with her hand, and punched in the number.
"You need a code to get in and out, so I can't have you knowing the code, pet."
She opened the door to reveal the first room of her floor. The walls were painted orange. It was her bedroom. There was a closet, her bed, which was covered with a fur blanket, and a nightstand. There was a door next to her bed, which we went through.
It led to a hallway. About halfway down, there were two closet doors. Both had locks on them.
"Get on your knees, slave."
I did as I was told, and she took out a ring of keys, and unlocked both doors. She opened them to reveal that they were both filled with fur coats.
"I've acquired a taste for fur since you've left, pet. These belong to me, though. You don't get to touch them, unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head.
"Alright, get up."
We walked to the end of the hall, where there was another door. There was a bar on the door that lined up perfectly with a bar on the wall. I assumed it was so I could be chained into the room. We walked in, and in the corner, there was a cage big enough to fit a twin sized mattress and a smaller cage next to it. There was a wooden chair in the corner across from the cage. Against the wall between the two, there was a giant wooden X. There were two plastic containers against the wall. One was marked 'rope' and the other was marked 'misc'. I was on my knees in the middle of the room. The walls were painted pink. The floor was covered in pink shag carpeting.
I heard the main door to the floor open and close. A guy our age, with dark hair and an athletic build walked into the bedroom and smiled.
"I hope you don't mind that I invited my friend over. I told him I was getting a slave, and he said he wanted to see."
"Can I tie him up?" He asked Hanna.
"Well, of course!"
He brought the chair over to me, and I sat in it. Taking out the ropes from the bin, he began to tightly tie my wrists to the frame of the chair. Soon, my whole upper body was restrained.
"So, you're here to be my personal sex slave, right, pet?" Hanna asked me.
I nodded my head.
"And would you happen to be bisexual?" Her voice got flirty.
I nodded my head again.
"Excellent, because this guy is also going to be your master."
"You don't need to know my name," he said. "Because you're nothing but a dirty little pet. I own you, and that's all you need to know about me."
"Last time you were my slave, I was physically rough on you. This time around, I think you'll find that I'm going to be more emotionally rough on you. I'm going to tease you and degrade you every chance I get. Don't think I won't, either. Nothing in this room comes without earning it. That means that agreement we worked out, where you're my boyfriend on the weekends, won't start for a month. Until then, you're going to be our full time slave. Sound good, slut?"
I nodded my head.
Before Master tied my legs to the chair, he took my pants and underwear off.
"Oh, look how little he is," he laughed.
"I know, right?" Miss Hanna said with arrogance in her voice. "Your master is gay, so he's seen plenty of cocks."
Master continued to laugh as he tied my legs to the chair. After he was finished, I struggled, but couldn't get the knots loose.
After I proved I was really helpless, master grabbed onto my half-erect cock, and began to stroke.
"Here's a little present for your first day here, pet," He kissed my ball gag. "I can't wait to have a little slave to play with."
I finished quickly, and he rubbed the residue on my forehead. After that, they both left the room together.
That concluded my first night with my new owners.
To be continued.