Sale

"...sale." She simply states. Your eyes widen as the implication of this strikes you. This house is part of a slavery ring! It explains all the arrivals and hightened security at least, but you still have no idea of how to escape. The woman walks away but comes back with what appears to be a thin, skintight bodysuit. "I will unchain you and you will put this in willingly, or I'll simply **** it on to you." She says. You nod, seeing the obvious chance to escape, and as she undoes the ties holding your hands she steps back to allow you to unlock those on your feet. then she tosses the suit to you. You throw it right back, hoping to knock her off balance as you run for the door, but she just swipes it away and tackles you to the ground. Then she locks her legs around yours, applies a weird armlock that puts your hands behind your back but leaves her a free hand, as you struggle to break it she grans one of your nipples and twists. Hard. As you cry out a pair of handcuffs materialise and you are bound once again. This time chaining you to a waal she struts back for the whip, tears of the reamins of your panties and bra, flinging them to the floor she regains some composure and sweetly says "that wasn't nice slut." Punctuatuing the statementwith a strong lash on your right tit. "I told you to dress." CRACK. Across the stomach this time. She then strokes it across the red areas where the whip left its mark. "We won't be trying that again, will we?"
"N-n-no," you manageto stammer.
CRACK. Goes the whip again, this time on your inner thigh, inches from your sex.
"What was that?" The woman asks in a deceptively mild voice, "I believe you forgot something little whore" as she slowly glides towards your now fragile defeated form.
"No....Mistress," you finally say.
"Good, whore". She puts her face right by yours and forces a kiss which you reluctantly return, only to find it very gentle. "See?" She croons, acknowledging your surprise, " I can be nice, but you broke the rules." towards the end of the her voice hardens and you brace for the whip, but the blow never lands. Instead she walks across the room to retrieve some small clamps, and what appears tobe a leash and collar. Attatching the collar around your neck, she tightens it until it is difficult to breath, but not desperately so. Following this the leash is anchored to the floor, your handcuffs taken from the wall to a spot on the floor, forcing you onto your knees, though it is easier to be on all fours. She appraoches and you turn your face up, seeking knowledge of what is next by the look in her eyes. She remains impassiveand undoes her corset, revelaing what is still an amazing form, with a thin strip of pubic hair above her pussy. "Now," she says "you must deliver an apology, as well as thanks for my kindness." It is clear what she wants you to do and you slowly...