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***Warning. This story continues on with deep humiliation and descriptions of anxiety. Its is a deep dive into maledom with cruelty. It also includes watersports.

What’s the point of putting up resistance to choices that you have no control over? Having the illusion of choice isn’t the same as having control. My control had long been in the hands of corporations and bankers. One could say that they had been fucking me in the ass long before Jim sodomized me. The only way that I could participate in my choices was for me to decide whether or not I would allow myself to have anxiety over those choices.

I couldn’t afford to move into another apartment. I would have to pay rent with Jim and come up with first and last month rent with a deposit for the new apartment. It was winter and I couldn’t live on the street. I didn’t own a car to sleep in, Rachel had wrecked our only car. The only option I had was to continue down this rabbit hole, no matter how deep it turned out to be.

I didn’t even have to think about it. The choices were made a long time ago. Signing the loan paperwork five years ago doomed me to being impaled by my landlord’s cock.

The entire experience had been a blur up until Jim pulled his soiled, deflating cock from my rectum. It came out with a wet plop. That sound made it real. Jim’s sperm was inside of me. It was incredibly sexy to me that a man had finished inside of me. That he had used my body for his enjoyment. I was kind of excited about the fact that his DNA would be dripping down my thighs soon. I was already a whore, I just didn’t know it yet. I turned around and looked at him. I felt bonded to him more than I had ever felt to anyone else. Having someone inside of you is way more intimate than being inside of someone else. At least it is for me.

I kneeled in front of him. His cum leaked from my red bruised ass. His shiny cock dangled and drooled cum inches from my face. The tiniest movement in his body sent his cock swaying like a pendulum. I wondered how uncomfortable it was for him to have to deal with such a large cock. Did he have to stuff it down a pant’s leg when he got dressed? Did he point it up instead. It would go way past his belly button even when soft if he did that. Did he always choose the same leg of his boxers to stuff it down? I had an urge to kiss it, but I didn’t dare.

“Rule number one.” Jim’s voice thundered, “I own you. I will do with my property as I please. Do you innovia escort understand?”

“Yes… sir…” I said quietly, in an annoyed tone.

It seemed like a game. Some type of charade he would want me to keep up. We just needed to get to the point that he fucked me all the time and gave me a break on rent in return. I looked forward to both.

****SSSLLAAPPP****

Jim slapped me across the face. It was hard enough that I was in a daze afterwards.

“YES! uhhhh… Yes Sir!”

I was startled by the slap, and scared.

“Your sole purpose in life is to provide your owner with pleasure.”

“Yes sirrr…” I said almost automatically, as I continued to whimper.

My mind raced with thoughts. “For how long? What the fuck? What about when I pay off my debt?”

“You don’t sound very sure. You are a possession. A man’s plaything. An expensive but ultimately worthless sex toy. You and everything you have is mine. This isn’t a game or role play.”

“Yes… but what about when I pay off my debts?”

“I’m buying your debt. This isn’t Jim’s Whore Title Loans. You’re my slave now. I own you. I can sell you.”

“But I haven’t signed any paperwork…”

“Okay, then pack up and be moved out by three pm tomorrow. The eviction paperwork is already filled out and filed.”

“Ummmmm…”

“Do you understand that you are my possession? My plaything. My personal property? You and everything you have will be my property or… you will be on the street.”

I felt like I was being choked by his words. Each syllable more suffocating than the one before.

“Yes sir. I understand.” I said, softly.

“This will be a good thing for you. You don’t have to worry, as long as you do as your told. You don’t have to fret about bills or debt. You don’t have to worry about decisions. You can live life without anxiety from now on.”

“Yes sir.”

That part was kind of rosy, to be honest. I looked forward to less anxiety.

“Rule number two. Your name is Tricia. You are a sissy cum slut and whore. You are first and foremost receptacle for penis. You have no value outside of being able to make men orgasm. You are inferior to men in all ways. You must submit to all men, even a teenaged boy. The only thing men are to receive from you is respect, obedience, and orgasms.”

“Yes sir… So I, but, should I, do you really… Want me to fuck any man that ipsala escort wants to fuck?”

“Who are you to disagree with a man? I will deal with the man if he is trespassing on my property.”

My voice was down to a squeak. Jim’s cock was slowly getting harder. He was getting excited watching me wince.

“You need to learn how to tuck. You need to learn how to put on makeup. You are only allowed to wear black and white g-string panties and a matching padded bra while inside the house. It doesn’t matter if I have company over or if you have to answer the door for a stranger. That is your indoor uniform.”

“Yes sir.”

“While outside of the house, which will not be often, you are only to wear clothing that prostitutes would wear while walking the street. Short mini skirts and cutoff shorts. Cutoff tops and bikini tops. Fishnet stockings and body stockings. All of your goodies should be prominently on display for men to gaze at and enjoy.”

“Yes sir.”

“You must be completely hairless from the ears down. You must grow your hair out to your shoulders. What’s your weight?”

“Umm, one-forty something.”

“You’re too fucking fat. We will check your weight every Monday. You need to get down to one-hundred and ten. You will receive ten licks with the leather strap for every five pounds you are overweight.”

“Okay…”

“That would be sixty licks if we checked you today. Do you want sixty licks?”

“No sir.”

“Then you better work hard. You have a couple days before the first check, I suggest you don’t eat anything.”

“Yessss… Sir.”

“Rule number three. You do not leave the house without my instruction to do so. You also may not communicate with anyone other that what is required for work.”

“Yes sir. Not without your permission.”

“Not permission. Instruction. Permission would mean that I have allowed you to do something that you have asked to do. That situation will never come up because you will never ask me for permission to do anything. At least not for now.”

“Yes sir.”

“This will limit the amount of men who trespass. You will mostly just meet my friends. I fully expect you to take care of all of their needs.”

“Yes sir.”

“There are two empty banker’s boxes on my front porch. Go get one when we are done. Fill it with sentimental items. Put it back on my porch and grab the other. Try on all of Rachel’s clothing. Keep iskenderun escort everything that fits and looks slutty. Put all of your work needs, Rachel’s makeup, beauty tools, and the clothing you picked inside. Place the second box on my porch. Throw away all of Patrick’s clothing and everything else that cannot be donated. Leave the donation items piled up on the bed. Take off all of your clothes. Put on this pair of panties and this bra. Walk to my house slowly. Stand on the porch and ring the door bell. Do not make any attempt to cover yourself up. Let the world see you for who you are.” Jim instructed as he handed me a tiny pair g-string panties and a padded bra.

“Yes sir.”

“Stand up.”

I slowly stood up. Jim reached into the small bag he had. He pulled out a small pink piece of plastic with a metal ring. He placed the ring around my balls. He slid the tiny pink tube over my cock and clamped it the ring. He then placed a padlock on it. He removed a metal butt plug from the bag with a blue jewel on the handle. He rubbed a little lube on the plug and pushed it inside my hole. He finally took out a black leather dog collar. The collar had JWC embroidered on it. They were his initials, James William Chinaski. He placed the collar around my neck and attached it with a padlock.

He looked at me and said, “I need to mark my territory. Don’t move.”

Jim pointed his cock at me and grunted. A warm stream of yellow piss sprayed all over me. Jim aimed all over my body. He held his cock against my caged cock and pissed all over it. He moved behind me and pissed all over my ass.

Jim grabbed me by the hair and pulled down.

“Bend over, bitch.”

Jim pissed in my hair and on my face. I stayed bent over and took it

“Open your mouth.”

Jim pissed in my mouth. It flowed from my mouth down my body.

“Don’t let any spill out.”

Jim filled my mouth with hot piss.

“Gargle, but don’t spill.”

I carefully gargled his piss while I looked at him in the eyes.

“Swallow it, whore.”

I swallowed it. I thought to myself about how it didn’t taste anything like I expected it to. I figured it would taste like piss, but piss didn’t really taste like… piss. It was kind of salty but not unpleasant. Jim finished pissing on my face and got dressed.

“Good urinals don’t leak on the floor, for future reference. Clean your mess up. No shower. You need to have all your boxes on the porch and be standing there before the sun goes down or you will get to know the belt.”

Jim walked out. My little cock strained in its cage. I mopped up the living room and packed everything as instructed. I looked over my little apartment as I closed the door. Jim made me wait for several minutes on his front porch.

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