She begs

"Could you please feed your ****, Master James?" Maisie almost spat, still able to taste the salty cum even though she had swallowed it all.

Master James smirked again. "Very well. I believe that an exception needs to be made for fresh slaves. Don't think I won't expect a better performance later on, however, and if you displease me with a shoddy blowjob, I will be **** to punish you."

Maisie sighed and stood up from the rubber covered pillow but did not have a chance to walk to the seat. Instead, her captor snatched her by the waist and sat her on his lap, her hands still bound behind her back. His arm held her latex clad body in a possessive grip, with the other, he grabbed a fork and used it to spear a bit of lobster, guiding it towards Maisie's mouth.

Just as the British actress thought, it was the best she had ever tasted. Sweet, juicy, and easy to chew, it almost made her forget the bitter taste of semen that her captor had shot into her mouth. What Maisie did find hard to ignore was the hands exploring her helpless body, passing through her stomach, her legs, her breasts, and her sex, slowly feeling up through her latex. She tried to shuffle around, yet no matter her movements, Maisie still remained on the man's lap, arms gripping firmly to prevent any escape.

The message was not lost on Maisie. No matter the choice, she was not in control.

"What is going on?" she asked, cutting through the small talk. "Why are you doing this to me? I... I just want some answers... Master James." Maisie added that last part wanting to vomit, but hopefully it would make the man more willing to talk.

"I own you now," the man responded nonchalantly. He had talked, but it wasn't what Maisie wanted to hear. "This night has been planned for months now. I bought you a long time ago, and now I am simply picking what I paid a hefty sum of money for."

Maisie swallowed a lump in her throat. "Bought me? What do you mean?" she questioned, her voice cracking. "Y-You can't do that! That's illegal! People will come looking for me and you'll be in big trouble!"

The man apparently named James chuckled. "Sweet Maisie," he drawled while using one hand to grope her small breast and the other to do the same to her sex. "Do you not think I planned this in every detail? Have you never wondered why you never got any more contracts? Why your agent left you? Who do you think was behind lowering the price for that house you bought? A house that was removed from the city and perfect for a midnight entourage to sweep in? Every part of this plan has been carefully planned and beautifully executed for months, my little pet. There is no way out of this. Your slavery is permanent."

Maisie gulped again, accepting another bite of lobster with trembling lips. The food, no matter how delicious, now tasted like nothing. "W-What do you want with me?"

"I want you," responded the man simply. "I want to own you. I want to control you. I want to use your body and the many pleasures it will bring me. I want to train you, and eventually, you may even gain a privileged spot among my collection if you work hard enough."

The actress was still as a rock, feeling the tightness of the latex. "What about what I'm wearing? Some other thing you want?"

"That's more complicated. All slaves in our society wear nothing but latex, and that is not a rule you will be exempted from. Your clothes represent your standing. Free people wear normal clothes - slaves wear latex." He cupped both her modest breasts again. "Of course, you look and feel magnificent in it, so it's not a rule I will complain about."

He spent the next minutes in silence, letting Maisie absorb the horrifying information she'd been told. By the end of the meal, he slapped her ass and asked, "Ready to go to your room? Or do you want to see a bit more?"