It was Christmas Eve; I knew that much. I was surrounded by voices laughing and celebrating though I couldn’t see their faces. Finally, I heard a voice I recognized call everybody’s attention as he made an announcement, it was almost time. For what? I felt beads of sweat forming in the cervices of my cramped elbows and knees. I was nervous about what was going to happen in a few short moments, but I wanted more than anything to be out of my cage.
The ripping of paper gave way to the first bit of daylight I had seen since early that morning and I gasped, sucking in the fresh air as it flooded in through the torn wrapping paper. With the paper tore away, I could see I was surrounded by beautiful men and women wearing huge smiles as they stared down at me. I had nowhere to go, and I became increasingly aware of how vulnerable it was.
“I hope you like it,” Jack said as he clapped another man on the shoulder. Jack was the only face I recognized and was the one who I met online. He was older, in his late fifties, but he was filthy rich, and it was very obvious he took good care of himself.
The second man looked similar to Jack, though a bit taller and had a short, thick beard. “She’s perfect,” he said. “Is she trained?” The word made my heart race. Jack and I had discussed expectations beforehand but hearing someone ask if I was trained sent a shiver down my spine.
I had met Jack on a sugar baby website when I was 18 and short on my second semester’s tuition. He was firm and had always been very direct about what he wanted. I liked that. I had met with him many times since then, but this time was different. I thought nothing of it when he told me to slide my leggings down and bend over his desk made of polished oak. He was always infatuated with my ass and never missed an opportunity to take full advantage of it.
I was pissed when I felt the sharp pinch of a needle stabbing into my toned left ass cheek. “What the fu…” Before I could get the words out, I was lightheaded. “Wha… wha..”
“What was that?” he asked, finishing my question for me. I could only nod. I steadied myself on his desk and tried to stand but quickly decided I was much more comfortable simply bent over. He rubbed his strong hands over the curves of my ass, sending tingles of pleasure over my entire body. I felt wonderful. “Trust me, you will thank me later.” His office slowly faded away.
“I’m offended John,” Jack said with a hearty laugh. “Of course, she’s trained. I even gave her a little something to help keep her a bit more docile. She can be a bit fiery sometimes.” I could feel him looking down on me. With a click, the door to my cage opened and I felt a light tug around my neck. I hadn’t even noticed the collar and leash, and I slowly crawled from the cage, shaking the stiffness in my limb.
I crawled along the beautiful wooden floor, feeling the cool air and suddenly realizing I was completely naked. The chill made my nipples perk up. I could feel my hair braided into two tight pigtails, which was definitely not my doing and something was sticking to my lower back, just above my ass. “Oh, my goodness, that’s hilarious!” I heard a woman say. “The bow is a nice touch, Jack.”
“Why thank you Miss K, I thought so as well,” Jack replied as he guided me by my leash. “Stop,” he said. Before even registering the command, I had already stopped crawling. I didn’t look around the room, but kept my head and neck straight, focusing only on the floor in front of me. “Sit,” he said. A simple command that is open to many interpretations, but I knew what he meant. I simply leaned back onto my knees and lightly rested my hands on my thighs. “Hailey, this is John, your new owner. You belong to him now, do you understand?” I shook my head yes and watched Jack hand the pink leash over.
“She’s very pretty,” John said to nobody in particular. He walked towards me and wrapped the tail of the leash around his hand as he did, taking in the slack and keeping my collar tight. “Very pretty indeed. Did Jack take good care of you darling? It’s okay, you can speak. Look up here.”
I looked up at John with my big emerald eyes, “Yes sir. He was very sweet and always treated me really nicely.”
“I’m sure he did,” John said with a big smile. He was right on top of me new, the crotch of his black pants was an inch from my face. He leaned over me and whispered, “I’m not Jack.” His voice was menacing, and I felt his hot breath on my neck. He snapped his fingers, and I heard the tap of a woman’s heels walking across the floor behind me. I turned my head to see what was happening, my first mistake. He pulled hard on my collar, snapping my neck back around to face him. “Did I tell you to turn away pet?” he asked. I couldn’t answer, not because I didn’t know what to say, but because he was pulling my collar so tight, I couldn’t breathe. I felt the leather edges of the collar dig into my skin.
I looked up at him, doing my best to plead for forgiveness with my eyes. It wasn’t working. He grabbed the wrist on my left arm and pulled it up over my head and then I felt a sharp pinch. Another needle. “Open you mouth,” he said as he let my arm fall back down to my side. An intense feeling of relaxation quickly swept over me. I let my jaw fall open as he undid his belt and let his trousers slide down to his thighs. Murmurs and snickers coursed back and forth through the room.
My thoughts started to become cloudy but finally, he eased the tension on my collar as he pushed the head of his thick cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around him and then felt a hard slap across my face and the taste of blood filled my mouth. “Did I tell you to close your fucking mouth?” he asked in anger. More laughter. I shook my head no but still received another hard slap. “Answer me when I speak to you,” he said. He pushed his cock deeper, nearly touching the back of my throat. I tried to tell him “No sir!” but it only came out in coughs and gags. Luckily, that’s exactly what he wanted.
In one hand he held my leash, and he used the other to pull my pigtails together as he began thrusting hard, the head of his cock punching the back of my throat. The corners of my vision started to fade from existence, and I started to forget about everything. Nothing else mattered but keeping my mouth open, I didn’t want to be slapped like that again. I could taste the mixture of precum and blood in my mouth as the room turned black. In my last moments of consciousness, I heard an eruption of cheers and the warm taste of cum filling my mouth.