Tiffany Escapes

The next morning I woke up, rubbing my eyes. It all felt a bit like I was dreaming. Had I really enslaved Tiffany? It felt real. I was naked. I never slept naked. She was right next to—

I felt at the bed, opening my eyes in horror. She’d gone. Maybe it was all a dream. The juices that had dried around my cock said otherwise. My heart raced. She’d escaped, and had probably called her dad.

I was a dead man walking.

I checked the time on my phone, my heart racing, making my fingers shake so rapidly I nearly dropped my phone. It was 7.30 in the morning. Maybe she hadn’t got far, maybe she hadn’t called him yet. Maybe I could leave town.

There were so many email notifications on my phone, other notifications from the university app and the **** app too. I didn’t have time to check them, but one caught my eye as I was about to lock the screen.

**** APP: Your ****’s collar is fitted with a tracking device. Open the app any time if you lose your ****.

I breathed in the relief, though it didn’t help the fact that I was probably still going to get murdered. I opened the app, which amazingly, was 3-dimensional, and very accurate, since it showed that Tiffany was in her room. Too mad she’d probably locked the door. That was when I saw another notification, this one from the university app.

Mountain Pines University: We have been informed that Tiffany Anderson has been registered as your ****. We have updated your keycard access, you can now enter her room at any time.

What luck? Maybe I could get there in time to stop her calling her dad, or at least find out what he planned to do to me.

I dressed quickly, racing to her room, and slipped my keycard into the lock as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to disturb her if she was on the phone. I could hear her voice, maybe she was on the phone, or in there with a friend. I pushed the door open as quietly as I could and crept into the room, listening out for her conversation.

“But daddy, I—”

She was crying, and I listened out for what was being said on the other line. I hid behind the corner where the bathroom stuck out.

“I was careful,” she said. “I—”

“Look, I’m sorry,” came the voice from her phone. “There’s nothing I can do for you now, I’m sorry darling. He captured you fair and square. I hate to lose you, you know I do.” It sounded like her dad was crying.

“He broke—”

“You should have been more careful Tiffany, I paid those frat boys to look after you, and you still got yourself captured.” He sighed. “All that money I gave you for the rest of the semester, that’s going to belong to him now. Sorry, I have to go. I need to make sure your sister is more careful than you were.”

“But daddy.”

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do darling. You’re a **** now.”

Tiffany dropped the phone, crying with her head in the pillow. She was wearing a pink bath robe.

I wondered what he meant about money, belong to who? Me? I’d check that out later.

“Hey,” I said.

“Go away, please.”

“I’ll leave you for a while, to come to terms with this. I expect you to come to my room this afternoon at four. If you’re not there, there will be consequences.”

I turned and left her to cry here eyes out, letting out a sigh of relief when I got to the hallway. A girl wearing nothing but her gold collar walked past me, her hands behind her back holding her elbows, cheeks red with embarrassment and she tried her best to stare straight ahead, and not look at me as I checked her out.

I went back to my room to relax. It was Saturday after all, and I was going to live after all.

I opened my phone, checking the other notifications. There was an email from Tiffany’s bank saying that, as her master, I had complete control over all of her funds. I couldn’t believe it. There was $10,000 in there to last the rest of the semester. There were two of us to feed now, but that was still more than enough. Maybe I could get myself some new clothes.

There were emails from other banks too, it seemed her father had opened several other accounts for her for future savings. There was no need to go delving into them just yet, but it seemed owning Tiffany was going to be great for me. There was one last worry, what about the frat boys her dad had paid? I didn’t have to worry too much, he wasn’t going to be paying them any more.