Head to a seedy part of town.

Lisa heard the door to her apartment slam shut. She squirmed around in her bed reaching for the handcuff keys. Her bare ass brushed against the cold keys before her fingers grasp them. In moments she was uncuffed and rubbing her sore wrists. She had spent hours wearing those cuffs and in different sorts of bondage.

She slowly got up from the bed and headed to her bathroom. She looked in the mirror at her disheveled dark brown hair. Dried cum streaked across her face and chest from one of the many cumshots she had received. Her nipples were red and sore from the clamps and she rubbed them tenderly. Her view cast downward to her well used pussy.

Dried cum streaked her inner thighs and pussy mound. Her lips were swollen from the constant pounding and ****. She ran her slender fingers over her shaved mound and across her clit. A familiar pleasure came over her as she rubbed herself in the mirror. Without thinking she grabbed her phone and snapped a few shots of her body's degraded state in the mirror. She turned on the hot steamy shower and hopped in to wash away the night of powerful sex.

In a few minutes she was toweling off her wet hair and missing the smell of cum. "Did she really give into his ****? Was she so lost in lust that she converted to a slut so easily?" She wipped the mirror as these thoughts crossed her head.

Her phone buzzed as she slid open the new text.

"11:00 AM, 143 West Ave, Ask for Bones and tell him you want the **** package." -Blocked Number

Lisa knew who it was. Her heart raced looking at the time. She had to get ready now if she was going to make it all the way to West Avenue by 11.

Bzzzzzz.

Another text popped up.

"And wear something slutty."