Always read the fine print

Postby putasockinit2 » Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:11 pm

Abbie arrived home from her job as a secretary in a local travel agent considerably tired from her 9-5 shift. The light autumn breeze blew at her mid length dark brown hair as the 24 year old walked towards her house, locking her reasonable car with the remote as she strode elegantly in her black high heels. A white blouse, pantyhose and a short grey skirt completed her outfit as the slightly tanned beauty let herself in and read through the various leaflets and letters that had come through the door during the day.

As she walked into the lounge, a drink clutched in one hand and a donut in the other, she switched the TV on and prepared to destress from her exhausting day. However, once her donut was completed her relaxation was interrupted by the sound of someone walking slowly down the stairs. Expecting to see the stereotypical burglar with a sack full of her stuff, she was left perplexed at the site of an attractive man in a suit entering her room and sitting opposite her in the arm chair in a comfortable manner. The impression he gave off was like he wasn’t out of place in this woman’s home, he was almost acting like the house was his.
“Erm what do you think you’re doing?” Abbie said a little startled and confused as to why this man was in her house and what his intentions were.

“Nice house.” He said, turning to face her with a smile on his face before he took a sip of the wine he had poured himself. “I bought you. Your boss was very willing to set up a little agreement for raising the money to expand the business or something, in return I got you.”

“What the fuck? I’m not some kind of slave, you can’t just buy a person.”

“Always read the fine print Abbie, here’s a copy.” The man chucked a bunch of papers at her, clipped together with a red paperclip before smirking as he watched her read the entire document and the inevitable change of facial expression.

“This…this is impossible, illegal surely?”

“Technically not; you see, the owner of the company you used to work for, owns this house you also rent from him. At the time, obviously unbeknownst to you he put a little clause in the contract that you were a possession in the house at the same time and could be bought or sold to whoever for whatever purpose. I just simply took him up on that offer.”

Abbie was alarmed and embarrassed, how had she not read the small print? She had always had a gut feeling never to trust her ex boss and now was a perfect example of why. She felt trapped and was aware this guy was smart…too smart.

“What would you do with me?” she whispered, intrigued after a long pause.

“Bondage and sex, you would be my servant back at my office. I’m after a woman to myself and you fit the bill. Don’t worry, I know how much of a responsibility this will be and I am fully prepared to keep you safe and satisfied. In return I expect you to submit and get used to the bondage lifestyle as well as crave it.”

“I see, so is there definitely no way out of this for me?”

“Nope. Unless you run off, but even then I have the power to freeze your accounts, so you’d either have to change your identity and move country or come back.”

“Okay” she sighed, accepting defeat. She had read the paperwork, everything and this appeared to be check mate and not in her favour at all.

“So you submit to my wishes?”

“I have little choice I guess, may as well try and enjoy whatever it is you are trying to provide me with.” Abbie responded in a defeated manner. She had never felt so helpless in her situation yet as she sat and thought about spending time with this man, the idea did at least interest her. She had always been a bondage admirer, attempting the odd simple self-tie in the past. This usually consisted of tying her legs up and watching TV, so this was a big step up for her to put the power in this stranger’s hands.

“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable around me?” the man said suddenly, appearing to notice her nerves and apprehension about the situation. Abbie pondered for a second and then came up with an idea.
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Re: Always read the fine print

Postby putasockinit2 » Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:12 pm

“What about a meal out, just the two of us, somewhere quiet? Just so we can talk and get to know each other a little before this all kicks off. Don’t worry I won’t run off or do anything stupid.”

The man sat back in the chair and thought deeply about this proposition before answering.

“Okay, sure but a few requests. You wear an ankle gps bracelet, you wear a gag in the car, you wear that sexy little outfit you’re in, you allow me to strip you for your car journey there a little and you wear a collar.”

Abbie paused. “Okay…that’s fine I think.” She smiled awkwardly, a little dazed by the sheer amount she had to compromise with just to go for a meal and get to know this man properly.

“Good.” The man smiled as he approached her with his bag and dug a few things out on the floor.

He began by attaching the GPS anklet, enabling him to track her in case she decided to make a break for it. It came with an automatic Taser effect if it was tampered with without the key. The anklet itself didn’t drag attention and didn’t look like the prison ones. It was silver and looked like a chunky piece of jewellery, the lock hidden by a sliding piece of metal.

Next came the leather dog collar; fastened securely around her neck which immediately gave her the impression of feeling owned by someone else.

Now that these two items were on her, she let the man work. Next feeling the buttons of her blouse undone, revealing her large tan bra, which contained each of her perky busty breasts. To her surprise, it wasn’t long before the ends of her blouse were tucked into her her skirt and each of her breasts were removed above the bra. As they were exposed she didn’t know how to react. In a way she liked the feeling and as she felt them groped a few times she even let out a gasp and a few moans.

“Fetch me some of your worn panties, I’ll be checking to make sure.”

Abbie nodded before she rushed off to her bedroom unquestioning of her order but a little confused. As she picked out a white pair from the day before with blue dots on it, she hurried back downstairs and handed it to the man who sniffed it to make sure it wasn’t fresh.

“Nice.” He whispered before he folded it into a ball in his hand. “Now open up please.”

Abbie reluctantly did as she was instructed, feeling the panties stuffed into her open receiving mouth, filling it completely before a strip of wide Micro-foam tape was stuck over her mouth, sealing them in her mouth. This experience was new to her but after a little while she soon found herself getting used to the alien object enclosed in her mouth.

Happy with how she looked, the man walked her to the car and helped her in, opening the door for her as he locked up and got in the driver’s side. Next stop a 5 star restaurant.
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