Hanna gets sold

Surprisingly Hanna had a rather productive day. Well, at least if you only considered the second half of it. Being unable to walk meant she had no excuse to be anywhere other than her desk, and so she hunkered down and made significant progress on some major projects.

The problem came after her work day was done. She had to crawl, naked, all the way to Michael's office on the upper floor. He was on the phone when she arrived, so she had to wait in the hall for him to be done. By the time he finally beckoned her on her knees were sore and she was very ready to go home.

"Well girl, I gotta say, I like the new look." Michael greeted her as she crawled in, "And you belong on your knees. The only thing missing is my dick in your mouth."

Hanna rolled her eyes, "Yes. Now can I have my clothes back?"

"Not so fast. I've got to put you in this chasity belt first," He clicked his tongue, "It is a real shame to lock away your pussy though...how about we make a deal?"

"A deal? You mean you'll let me keep the belt off overnight?" Hanna dared to dream.

Michael laughed, "Oh no. Not at all. Here, catch," He opened his drawer and pulled something out. He tossed it at her and she caught it. She wasn't at all surprised to find herself holding a dildo, "The deal is this. Fuck yourself with this whole I make a call. You have permission to cum, that should work because I'm ordering you to do it. Except here's the catch, you are forbidden by the police to cum, so if you do, I'll punish you. If you don't, I'll punish you also, but in a different way."

He laughed and Hanna founded herself thrusting the dildo inside her. It was a rule that she has to obey, but it was also a rule that only a real penis could get her off. All this was doing was torturing her, which was probably the point.

Of course she failed to cum by the time he was done. His punishment? He locked the belt back on...with the dildo inside.

"H-hey, that's not safe. I could get an infection or..." Hanna started, but he cut her off.

"Not my problem. What is my problem is this boner you gave me. Take care of it TITS."

He stood in front of her and dropped his pants. Even though she was at work right now and his office had glass walls, she obeyed. Technically there was no rule forcing her too, but she knew the environment she'd been crafting here would see nothing wrong with her compliance.

He came quickly, flooding her mouth with cum. He definitely had PENIS. She was just glad she was able to swallow it all.

"Adequate," He said dismissively, "You may go."

"Sir? My clothes. And heels?" Hanna asked.

He seemed to consider it, then opened a drawer and tossed her heels on the floor in front of her, "There. Now go."

Hanna awkwardly got her feet into the heels and then stood. She hurried out of his office as quickly as she could, then leaned against a post to catch her breath. She could feel the dildo moving with each step and it was already driving her crazy.

She immediately summoned the rulebook. It was difficult it write with the handcuffs, but not impossible. She needed to protect herself from...

Oh. Right. She suddenly remembered the rules she'd written on the first day. Other women might be at risk from bacteria and other complications from keeping a dildo inside them indefinitely, but not Hanna. She'd already written that possibility away.

She was about to close the rulebook when she saw it, another new rule. It must have been added by Michael just now.

New Rule: Women with TITS can't remain seated when a man enters the room she's in. She cannot sit down if a man is in the same room as her. If he is standing she must bow her head and avoid eye contact. If he is sitting or sits down she she must kneel, or if invited to, sit on his lap, unless he orders her to remain standing.

"Oooh..." Hanna said quietly. That was interesting. Good interesting.

She unsummoned the rulebook and then hurried home. She was a little embarrassed about having her tits out, and she did get groped quite a bit on her way home, but no new rules were added and she considered that a success.

As soon as she made it home she was summoned by Master. She went to see him and some slut let her in. She walked into the living room and saw him sitting on his couch and immediately she felt her knees hit the ground. It hadn't even been a conscious thought, her body simply obeyed the rule.

"Ah, a girl that knows her place. How unfortunate that you're in that belt. I'm going to miss out of fucking you a final time."

Hanna raised an eyebrow, "Master?"

He shrugged, "I sold your contract. Your finances officially belong to Frontenac Capital as of midnight tonight. I was going to give you a send off fuck, but having your employer control your finances if probably enough of a fuck you, isn't it? Well, I'd send you away with a mouthful of cum, but I'm all tapped out at the moment. Instead..." He snapped his fingers and a woman came rushing over, "I have another present for you. Sheila will help you."

Hanna didn't resist as the woman knelt beside her and held up a small glass of...cum? What the hell? And then suddenly the woman was tilting it back and the cum was running into Hanna's mouth. It tasted horrible. It was cold and bitter and she wanted to spit it out right there, only managing to stop after remembering that he still owned her contract and could punish her severely for it.

The woman didn't wait for Hanna to swallow, she kept tilting the glass back until it spilled out and dribbled down Hanna's chin. Only when it was empty did she get up and leave.

"There, now you won't have headaches or whatever. Now go, enjoy your last few hours under my care."

Hanna was confused. Did he forget that it had to be straight from the dick to work? Or just didn't care. Whatever it was she'd clearly been dismissed. She crawled out of the living room and then stood up and left on her own.

Hanna returned to her condo and saw Dumb Slut kneeling on the floor, watching tv. She went and sat beside her silently, she wondered what would become of her tomorrow. She was only living here because Master said so, but tomorrow he wouldn't own the condo.

Dumb Slut didn't seem worried, and Hanna couldn't bring herself to care enough to warn her. She'd just have to wait to find out.