Wait. You have a choice?

Your rational mind takes the moment to assert itself, trying to tell you to get out of there before things went too far.

A sharp thrust from behind choked that voice, reigniting your pleasure centers. You moan once more, feeling your brain trying to keep up with the sensations assailing your body as Dahlia starts playing with your tits, Mr. Aldric delivering a sharp strike to your ass. Your overtaxed nerves struggled to take the unceasing stimulation.

"That's it, John," he said, approving voice directly next to your ear as he leaned over you. "Just focus on the feelings, and you'll be in love in no time."

In love? With him?

...

Or, did he mean with his cock? That one you can believe.

Without another word, he straightens, then really lets loose on you. Your lungs quickly run out of breath, but still try to **** out screams of delight. Some part of you realizes how much pain you'll be in tomorrow, but the rest of you tells it to shut up and let you enjoy the moment.

He does not let up for multiple minutes, last a surprisingly long amount of time. Periodically, he slaps one or both of your ass cheeks sharply, sending jolts of pain to through nerves focused on registering pleasure, the two sensations blurring together. Music that you had not noticed earlier seems to grow in volume, as does that from outside at the party.

You disengage from Dahlia's lips, screams set loose as Mr. Aldric pulls your head back by your hair.

"That's it slut," he hisses in your ear, barely audible over your own breathless cries. "Beg me for it. Beg me to give you my cum, like the good little slut you are."

"G..." you begin, trying to catch enough breath to push out the words. "G-give... me..." You let out a long moan as one of his hands drops to toy with your clit. "G-give me your cum, Mr. Aldric! P-please, give it all to me!" He grunts as your words fade into another moan.

"Good slut," he stats. "Now, you need to promise a few things before you get your reward. Repeat after me:

"I am your devoted slut."

"I-I am your de-devoted... s-slut..." you manage, head starting to spin as yet another orgasm builds.

"My body belongs to you."

"M-my body... b-belongs to... to you..."

"Mr. Aldric is my master."

"Mr. Aldric... is... is... m-my..." You gasp, struggling to muster enough breath to say the words. A yelp bursts from you as he slaps your ass again. "M-my... m-master!"

"I swear to obey this verbal contract of servitude."

"I swear to obey this verbal contract of servitude!" Your brain tries to alert you as to what you are saying, but the circuits are busy overloading on physical sensation.

"State your name, slut."

"John Doe..." you stutter, eyes beginning to roll.

"It's official, then," he grunts. "You belong to me now. You'll make for a great little bimbo fuck doll."