Conditioning

The days passed. Every day I got a fresh set of lingerie. I was trying to keep my head down and do what he wanted. I was never good with conflict. I just got on with it and hoped it would go over. If I just held out there might be an opportunity to escape or someone might come to get me.

Each day I was brought up for breakfast. Then he wanted a blowjob before he went to work. He said I was getting better at it, and to be honest I didn’t hate it. My worst fear thus far was him getting angry and whipping me with his belt again. I would sometimes masturbate during the day. Figured I might as well feel good while I was here.

After a week he introduced a new routine. When he came home, he wanted a show. I got a magic wand, and he told me to pleasure myself. I was **** but the threat of his belt was enough to make me comply. I brought myself to climax while he watched. It was surprisingly easy. He had his cock out and stroked it while he watched me. Sometimes I had to do it twice before he was satisfied. He usually finished on my tits, or in my mouth.

You’d think with this schedule I would feel satisfied, but somehow I was always slightly horny. It was a little more work when I only had my fingers and I never really felt satisfied. after. Something was missing. An empty feeling.

On the third week, I woke up with a stabbing pain in my stomach. When Anthony came to get me for breakfast he could see that I was in pain. In addition to breakfast, he got me ibuprofen and a simple set of clothes. “You can change in the bathroom over there. You’ll find feminine products in the cabinet.” I got up and went to change. I opened the cabinet and finally understood what was happening. There were tampons, and pads in there. I was about to have my first period. Not sure how it all worked, I went for a tampon. It felt strange putting it inside. Once I had changed I went back out. We ate breakfast together, I took my vitamins and cleaned up. Then I went to the couch where Anothony was waiting. Like normal, I sat down and gave him his morning blowjob. Once I was done, I sat on the sofa, and Anthony put his arm around me. “I don’t have to go to work for a while yet,” he said. “Let’s watch a movie.” At some point, I dozed off because suddenly the move was over and as I came to I was laying down on the couch with my head on his chest. “You look really cute when you sleep,” he said. A strange fuzzy feeling rolled over me. He thought I was cute. Why did that make me feel this way?

For four days I bleed. It was a strange alien experience for me, and all the time Anthony was so caring and gentle. The day after when he came home I expected him to make me masturbate in front of him again, but instead, he took me upstairs. said he wanted me to see the house. He showed me around. On the first floor were the kitchen, laundry room, guest room with adjoining bathroom, living room, and hallway. There was also a walking fridge. The second floor was a grand master bedroom with a grand bathroom that included a hot tub as well as a shower. Two other bedrooms that were mostly empty, and an office. There was also a large walking closet. All of his clothes were there, but that only took up ⅕ of the space.

Then we went outside. The property had large walls all around it, but within the walls was a large garden, and a huge garage with an adjoining bar area that lead around back to the pool. There were also people. Tough guys in suites patrolled the property. They had radios in their air as you see in movies, and I guessed they were probably armed.

Back inside he told me that It was now my responsibility to take care of the house. That included laundry, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “I… I’m not a good cook.” I said. Scared of disappointing him. “That’s okay. I don’t expect you to know everything overnight. You will learn in time. “I have bought food and found a recipe for you. in the kitchen. Go make dinner for us and If you do good I will reward you”.