Go see the Manager

You nod your head. You'll go. You'll go to see him. Warmth and excitement fills your entire body. As well as curiosity. After all, how much more dominant could he be than your current master?

The redhead smiles, as if she's suddenly victorious. And she directs you down a hall into a back room.

And there a man sits. A 40-something black man, smoking a cigar, watching a TV showing some porn. He doesn't even notice you.

You don't know what to say. You just stand in silence. Is this the man? He doesn't exactly seem eager to see you. Not what the redhead led you to believe.

"You someone's ****?" He says after a few moments.

"Yes" you hear yourself answer, with hardly any voice at all.

He glances over at you, looks you up and down. "Run. Go away from here. Go back to him." But you don't. You just stand there. "Look, you seem like a nice boring person, excited to get some kinks in your life. But you're not ready for what I'd give you."

"Why not?" You answer. You tell yourself you could be ready for anything. The thought of slutty slavery turns you on so much. Why not?

"Because no one is ready for it." He says, taking a puff of his cigar. "Let me ask you something."

Your body shakes. You're nervous. You nod. "okay."

"This master of yours. Does he cum inside you?"

You smile. "Yes he does" See, you think. You're ready for that.

"What the fuck makes you think you deserve cum inside you?" The Manager asks. You have no answer. "Does he smack you around?"

"Yes" You answer proudly.

"What makes you think you deserve to be smacked around?" he continues. "You have to earn that shit. Have you earned it?"

You're not sure. You've asked for it. You're not sure what one would have to do to earn it.

"Has he enslaved you?"

Well not technically. But he sent you to get all this stuff, so when you return you'll be his ****. You know what his intentions are. So you can answer honestly. "Yes" You say with your head held high.

"Exactly" The Manager says, shrugging, shaking his head. "Only a person can be a ****. Because only a person can recognize freedom." His eyes roll over your body, you feel him picturing you doing stuff, but what you can't possibly imagine. "But you're not a person. You're just a thing. You're just a fuck thing that can't be free or enslaved. It can only serve it's purpose or be discarded."

You bite your lip. The man's uncaring eyes turn you on. They scare you. Your fear turns you on. But you think maybe he's not being fair to your man. "He told me he'd make me fuck my kids so that..."

"Is that supposed to impress me?" The Manager interrupts. "Like that's real fuckin' naughty or something?" He grabs his crotch. It's impossible not to notice a bulge bigger than anything you've ever seen before. "Let me tell you something. Fuck things don't have kids. You stay with me, you ain't gonna fuck your kids. You ain't ever gonna see your kids again." His eyes pierce your dirty soul. "Maybe you'll encounter them again. But they'll just be another **** cunt to **** or another cock to worship. Things don't have relationships."

You feel a chill rise up your back. But you're not sure if it's good or bad.

"So run." he says again. "Run back to your pussy master who will treat you like a ****, who will treat you like a person." The room is filled with silence. He takes another puff. "Or stay. Stay and get on your knees. But know this. The decision to stay will be the last decision you make with free will... ever. And once you're on your knees, you'll never leave them."

Your mind is flooded with thoughts, thoughts of your master back home, of your kids, of that amazing adorable redhead, so eager for you to meet this man, of your wet pussy and your desire to fuck, to be fucked, to be used. You don't know what to do.

But you know the decision is yours.