True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 3

After my night with John I woke up refreshed, and excited to start the day. Before John left he had requested I go to his house tonight once I’m done with my work for the day. I work from home, so I could really leave anytime I wanted to, but my work is important so I decided I needed to focus on that first.

I took my shower, and I realized that today was going to be the first day of wearing nothing while I worked. I have to admit it was a bit arousing when at 10am I had a conference call with two of my male clients in the UK. I kept thinking to myself if only they knew I was sitting here completely naked. It was complete torture all day knowing that I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, as masturbating during breaks had become a habit. Working from home certainly had its perks, but I was almost wishing I was in an office at the moment around people so that I would for sure not start rubbing my clit. I certainly didn’t want to disappoint John on this first day, and I made up my mind that I wouldn’t.

At 12:30pm I received a text from John that read…”My house 5pm! Do NOT urinate from now until I see you! That’s an order baby.” Don’t urinate? Was he kidding? How was I going to wait until 5pm to not pee? In that instant I started having doubts of myself. I wanted this so bad. I wanted nothing more than to please John, but did I have the strength to do everything that he asked of me? I tried to push the thought out of my head, and focus on work for the rest of the day. At about 4pm I closed up, and that’s when it hit me that I needed to pee so badly. I hadn’t had anything to drink since the text; for fear that I wouldn’t be able to hold it. I was thirsty, and a little bit miserable. I was doing this for John though. I tried really hard to keep thinking that.

About 4:55pm I pulled into John’s house. He lived in a really nice part of town. In fact, a good friend of mine when we were growing up lived just a few houses down. Her Dad was the lawyer for the city we lived in. So I knew that the houses here were not cheap. I remember my Dad saying that John was a CEO for some big insurance company before he moved back to town a few months ago. I wasn’t sure at this point if he still worked, or if he was retired. My father was a fireman, and firemen are able to retire at an earlier age than many professions.

There were four other vehicles in the driveway. I recognized John’s vehicle, but I had no clue who the others belonged to. I rang the doorbell, and I could feel my body tensing up. I was excited to see John, but also very nervous. John opened the door, and immediately pulled me into him, enclosing me in a big bear hug. He kissed my forehead. “Right on time baby girl,” he said. He leaned over and whispered to me, “I have plans for you today baby girl, and I need you to keep trusting me. Can you do that?”

“Of course I trust you,” I said but my mind was running wild with thoughts of what he had planned.
“Do you remember the rule I gave you upon entering my home? Please take care of that. I don’t want to remind you again.” he said.
“There were a bunch of cars in the driveway…so I didn’t know if you had company or not.”
“If at any time I don’t want you to remove your clothes upon entering my house, I will tell you. Otherwise you just do it. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”

The “Sir” just popped right out of my mouth, but he had smiled when I said it. So I think he liked it. I pulled my shirt over my head, and unsnapped my bra. I folded them both up and placed them on a chair. I looked around and I saw nobody, so I still haven’t figured out who those vehicles belonged to. Clearly nobody else was here, or John wouldn’t have had me remove my clothes. Feeling a little more confident I took my shorts off. No panties of course, as John had taken those yesterday.

“Good girl,” he said. Every time he said “good girl” it sent a tingle through my body. It meant that he was pleased with me, and that meant everything. He moved so he was standing directly in front of me. He slid a finger through my pussy lips, and asked “Did you do as I said regarding urinating Sami?”
“I did, Sir, but I need to pee badly now.”
“Good, then we’ll get started.” He led me through the house, and he pointed out where the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and his bedroom were. He led me back further down the hallway to the last room. He opened the door, and motioned me inside. The room was painted black, and there was a bed with white sheets. Along one wall there was a rack of sorts, with belts of different sizes hanging from it. There was a closed brown cabinet in one corner. “Go ahead and crawl on the bed Sami. We are going to be doing our first inspection, before we have any fun today. Let’s start by having you lay on your back.” He moved toward the bottom of the bed, and he pulled up two ankle straps that were attached my small chains to the corner of the bed. He put each ankle in a strap, and tightened the chain so that I couldn’t move my legs at all. He did the same at the head of the bed with my wrists.

I felt completely and totally exposed to John. He could do anything he wanted to me at this moment, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. That thought was scaring, and VERY arousing.

“Sir?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I really need to pee. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
“You need to. There will be no peeing in this bed. Do you understand, Sami?”
“But, I don’t know if I can hold it.”
“You can, and you will!” he said in a voice I had only heard one other time when he was gagging me with his cock last night. He walked out of the room without saying anything. And, about two minutes later he walked back in, and he wasn’t alone.

Immediately I started to struggle to try and get out of the straps. I tried so hard to close my spread legs. “John, what’s happening? Why are…” and he interrupted me.
“Quiet Sami! No more talking.” he ordered.

He turned to the three guys that followed him in. “This is Sami guys. What do you think?”
The tall brown haired guy said, “Nice John, real nice. How old is she?”
John replied that I was 30, and he told the guys a shortened version of how we met.

I was humiliated laying there with my legs forced open, and these four men standing there and looking at me, and talking like I couldn’t hear them.
John smiled, “I’m going to get this inspection done, you guys can wait in the backyard or you’re welcome to stay and watch.” My tears got harder to control, as I realized the three strange men were going to stay and watch.

John first examined both of my breasts. I have very large breasts (34DD) so he picked them up, and he rubbed them and he looked closely at them. He moved to the side of me so he could see if I had shaved my armpits well enough. He took his right hand and he rubbed right above my pussy, checking for any signs of hair. There was one spot that he kept coming back to, “Sami you missed a spot right here.