My Prom Afterparty

"Whoa, easy there. I guess you didn't know about collars?"

"What? No, please! Please, I'll do anything, please!"

I fell to my knees, looking up at him, begging him not to enslave me. "I'll do anything, let's just pretend it didn't happen! I didn't mean it!"

"Cummy Cat, no. It's out of my hands, really, the collar is locked. It sent your enslavement information out already. I'm just the lucky guy who gets to profit from you."

I became somewhat hysterical. Finally, he took pity on me.

"They did say that if there is a problem, there is a guy on station that we can talk to."

"Yes, yes please! Please talk to him."

He took me over to the bed and then cuffed my wrist to one corner.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, I'm going to step out to get the guy, can't really leave you here in your current state. You might hurt yourself," he explained as he cuffed my other wrist.

"No, I'll be good, I promise!"

"Hush, Cummy Cat, it's for your own good."

Moments later my ankles were also restrained, leaving me naked and spreadeagled on the bed. He then placed a blindfold over my eyes.

"Are you going to need a gag?"

I was about to say no, but as I opened my mouth he pushed in a ball and tied it behind my head. Next, he caressed my helpless body while talking softly to me, reassuring me that he would try to help, soothing me. Finally, he put earbuds on me and the gentle sounds of waves lapping was all I could hear. I felt him stand up, and then...nothing. I was utterly helpless, alone in my tiny world. I wasn't even sure if he had left, how would I know? Time began to stretch and my mind wandered. I found it odd that I wasn't really panicking. I felt strangely at ease, despite my fate being now in the hands of a stranger. I hoped my master could find the man and allow me to go home, not become a slave. What would my mom think?

I envisioned how I must look, naked, spreadeagled, my hairless pussy on display, helpless on the bed. I nudged my chin down, feeling the collar around my neck. I imagined my master had already returned, and he and the man were looking at me. Maybe he brought in a couple other guys? I slipped into a fantasy of being a slave, tied to the bed at a frat house, waiting for the first of my night's lovers to join me. I drifted further, thinking about getting sold, naked in front of dozens of men, all bidding on me. Being forced to pose for them, to dance. I wished I could touch myself, I was getting completely turned on. I thought about being purchased by a rich, young man, who would take me with him on business trips to use my body every night. Being gifted to other men as a way to seal the deal. Getting used over the conference room table, the city outside the window. Helpless, all I could do was lay there and wait as these nasty thoughts filled my mind.

Finally, midway through another fantasy of getting fucked, who knows how much later, I felt a breeze. Moments later the bed creaked and then the earbuds were pulled off. My blindfold was lifted and I opened my eyes to see an older man, like my father's age, dressed in a nice shirt, appraising me. My master stood off to the side. The man looked terribly important, and he placed a hand on my upper thigh. I whimpered in humiliation. I couldn't help but blush at my exposure to yet another man. He turned to my master.

"Could you get us a towel, please?"

He then busied himself with undoing my gag. By the time he had finished, my master had returned with a towel from the bathroom, which he draped over me. I was grateful for the coverage, scant as it was, and I thanked him.

"I understand you are having some difficulty?"

"Yes sir," I said. "I can't be a slave."

He reached up and held the collar. "Your collar says otherwise."

"It was a mistake, I didn't know it was real. I was just getting into my role!"

He paused, collecting his thoughts for a moment, a mildly amused look on his face.

"Hm. Be that as it may, you are in an official collar. Why did you change your mind?"

"I...I mean I don't know?" I scrambled, trying to explain.

He nodded. "I'll have to examine you."

He turned to my master and motioned to me, and my master pulled the towel off of me. The man fondled one breast and then toyed with my nipple, then repeated it on my other breast. He lowered his hand and then casually slid a thick finger into me. I gasped in pleasure. He slid it out and then back in, this time with two fingers, his thumb resting on my clit. My hips spasmed, a bolt of pleasure running through me.

"Well, you certainly are slave wet," he remarked.

"Please, I'll do anything," I begged, barely holding back a moan.

"Anything? Even agree to be his slave?"

"I...I mean, anything to not be a slave. I don't want my mother to find out."

Having him touch me while my body was ludicrously sensitive was not helping my thought process at all. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he reached for my collar with his other hand.

"Interesting," he mused. "It looks like the collar did not complete the upload."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Well...," he said, leaning over to his bag on the floor, "it means that there was an error." He retrieved a device from his bag and deftly manipulated it with one hand, his other hand occupied by and occupying my pussy. He held it near the collar. "Yes, the upload did not happen. It means, dear, that as of now the only people who know you are a slave are in this room. Odd."

"Can we keep it that way?" I begged, my hips squirming again.

He sighed. "Well, the collar is locked. If you leave the room, the upload will happen. I guess we are in a dead spot?" he asked himself, looking around.

"Can the collar be removed?" I asked.

He paused for a moment in thought and then nodded.

"Please, take it off!" He paused, undecided. "Please," I begged. "I...I'll pay you?" This led him to crack a smile. His eyes wandered down my naked body. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own, insisting on grinding on his hand.

"You...um...I can give you a blow job?" He shook his head with a small grin.

"While I would love to take you up on your generous offer, the thing is, I can't. My license could be revoked for tampering with a locked collar."

"Please?" I whimpered, actually approaching a climax while I tried to convince them.

"But, actually, the procedure is somewhat simple with the right tool." He held up the device again. "And, clumsily, I am going to gather my things and go to my room, but forget my PAK-12 here. Where anyone," he gave a knowing look to my master, "could be convinced to use it."

My head snapped over to my master, who was staring at the man in surprise. The man nodded and slowly pulled his fingers out of me with a squelch, leaving me empty and right on the edge of a massive orgasm. He licked his fingers clean and then showed my master how to manipulate the device. Then, with one last look at my body, he turned to leave.

"I'll be back in about ten minutes, to get that thing I forgot," he said, and left the room.

Silence filled the room as I looked at my master, still staring at the device in his hand. He finally looked at me.

"Will you unlock the collar?" I asked.

"Well, um..."

"Please?"

"I...I'll lose out on a finder's fee," he said firmly. My heart jolted, realizing that my fate was now it this stranger's hands. I knew I had little bargaining power. His eyes drifted across my nude body. I seized what little power I had.

"Please, we'll keep it just between us. I'll be your fuck toy all summer."

That seemed to get his attention.

"How about this, since I don't actually live that close. You'll role-play as my fuck toy, my slave, for one year. I'll come down to visit you a few times in college, but other than that you'll be on your own."

This sounded like the most wonderful deal imaginable! It was my one way out of this predicament. I readily agreed, promising to be the best fuck toy ever. He added another condition, I wasn't allowed a boyfriend. For this he agreed to take the collar off and keep my secret. At the end of the year he would destroy all the evidence.

"This is probably the worst financial decision of my life," he muttered, and pressed the appropriate keys. My collar beeped. He smiled at me and then removed it from my neck. I was elated, relieved, but also extremely turned on.

"Fuck me, Sir," I moaned, eager to show him my appreciation, rocking my hips for him.

He quickly undressed and then untied my ankles. He hooked his arms under my legs and mounted me. I groaned as he entered me, my needy pussy finally full. In no time I was racing to a long-denied climax. There was a knock on the door and the man came in again. I looked at him with dazed eyes, caught in the moment.

"Forgot my PAK-12," he smiled, taking it from the bed beside me, his eyes drinking in my body, my breast jiggling with every thrust from my master. He turned to go.

"Hey, you want to get your blowjob now?" my master asked, still pounding me.

It sounded like a brilliant idea to me, a way to pay back the two men who had rescued me. I nodded in agreement. In a moment I had been untied and placed on all fours. My master remounted me from behind, and the man fed me his dick, taking control of my head. They worked both ends of me, and my long awaited orgasm finally crested. My frenzy raged on and all as they rutted on me, holding up my limp body, using me for their pleasure.

My master finally roared, cumming deep inside my pussy, and it took all the focus I had left to finish off the man in my mouth. Fortunately, he did not take too long and I received my reward, swallowing it as best I could. I collapsed face forward, utterly spent.

"God damn, you would have made an excellent slave," the man sighed, patting my head. A wave of darkness swept over me, and I fell asleep.

*** Six months later ***

I knelt in my dorm room, facing the door, wearing only my slave tunic. My master would be here shortly. I was already dripping in anticipation, weeks of celibacy priming me for this moment. I took another deep breath, hoping he would use me immediately, knowing his plans for me were his alone. My mind drifted back over the past few months.

I had kept my secret, and as far as I knew, so had my master. Even amongst us girls, I had told no one, just giggled and shrugged when asked about that weekend. Most the other girls did too, though Ash loved going into detail. I had broken up with Matt right away, acting indigent at how he disposed of me, but it was all a show. I was trapped in a new relationship and was no longer allowed to have a boyfriend.

College had been tough, tougher than I expected. Considering the requirements my master bound me by, I mostly stayed in and studied instead of partying, but still school was tough. An endless series of demanding deadlines, always feeling behind. I had just completed midterms, and they were absolutely brutal, the preparation as well as the test. Seeing my master was like a vacation, Thinking back on in, every time he visited was like a vacation. It was like I loved being his slave. The though struck me like a lightening bolt: I loved being a slave? Am I really a slave at heart?

The door opened and my heart fluttered as my master entered. Enough of thinking for me, now was time to please my master. I smiled in genuine happiness.