Sharon lay on the floor, hogtied tightly, her ass was beginning to burn from the now 6 hour deep wedgie. The lights were off and there was no noise at all, like a warehouse. The girl felt like she was an object, that she was forgotten about and had been left here to collect dust. Little did she know what was in store for her.
The door was unlocked, the lights came on, her new owner walked in and sat on a chair. He gazed at Sharon’s ass and could see the outline of her pussy as her cameltoe was still tightly in place. He got up, standing next to his fresh purchase. The ropes were slowly removed and before she knew it, the slave was on her knees with her eyes level to the man who she now belonged to’s crotch. She looked up at him, a slap hit her on the cheek. “Eyes down, whore” he whispered.
Sharon was left on her knees as the man circled her, observing his new property, she was pushed forwards onto all fours so he could inspect her deeply.
“Congratulations, you slut. You are now mine, you will address me as ‘sir’, ‘master’ or ‘my owner’. You will have rules, failure to comply gives you a”
he slaps her ass hard and smiles as it jiggles,
“punishment. You will be normally be called slut, that is your new name, but you will know if I am talking to you, no matter what name I say.”
Sharon nodded, “okay”.
She grimaced, realising her mistake,
“sorry, yes sir” she blurted out, praying he would accept her apology. Three spanks were given.
“Do you need to be trained, you fucking whore”.
“I don’t need any more training, master. I know who I belong to, I’m just stupid sometimes.”
Her owner nodded, “that you are”. He began going through her rules. Sharon fought off every distraction, such as the sting on her ass from her slip up or the fabric which had been ripping her in two for hours. She listened as she was told she had to keep her ‘room’ (which was a large cage inside the kitchen) tidy; she was to shower at least once a day; she was to cook at least 1 meal for her owner a day; any guest who came to stay could use her as a maid (if not already in use); she had to wear her collar at all times and if she was leashed, she had to crawl and that she got one treat every month, if she’d been a ‘good whore’ but if she wasn’t good enough, she’d get a full day of punishment.
“Understand, slut?” The man said, after explaining the rules to her. Sharon nodded. “Yes, sir”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kj7aez/hanging_in_the_hotel_part_3_new_rules
Part 4? Soon to come??