The sun heated my bald head as I walked into the hotel.

The first day of my new life was ahead of me, and with it, an overwhelming number of decisions that I had to make. For the last ten months, everything had been decided for me, every minute of every day. Now, I had a lot of ideas to try and goals to achieve.

I checked into the hotel that Master Nene had reserved for me. I would still be in contact with him, he was still my master, and I was still his pet. He would give me assignments and challenges, and I would get them done.

I learned many things over the last year, for example, the value of discipline and order, so the first thing I did when I got to my room was an inventory. What did I have? What did I need? What is more urgent? These were all crucial questions I had to answer in order to begin my new life with a solid foundation.

The first question was easy. Before I moved into The Pod, I sold my house and invested my money. That money and the few clothes I had on me were the totality of my belongings.

As per needs, I needed a house, clothes, and food. Those would need to be covered immediately.

A house would be tricky. I was set on buying, not renting, so that would inevitably take some time. I could stay in this hotel in the meantime, but I was willing to begin my new place and prepare it with the things I wanted to keep the new life I was looking for.

I went out shopping and the day couldn’t have started better. I lost almost 100 pounds while I was in The Pod. As I started trying out clothes, I couldn’t help by gawk at how hot I was, now that I was almost ten sizes smaller. I took a lot of pleasure and basically no effort in buying a bunch of clothes, enough for a couple of weeks, that would cover for, at least, the rest of the spring. And the best part? I looked great in all of them!

This was also the first time in my life that I was out feeling happy about my body. This had a massive impact on my attitude, and I even noticed the eyes of men stuck to my body as I walked around the mall. Or maybe they didn’t see a bald woman without eyebrows; who knows?

On my way back home, a notification popped up on my phone. I had a new assignment. Master had prepared an online tracking system, where I would get my challenges, and I could report on my progress. I had some standing ones. For example, every night at 9 PM, I had to text him good night and remind him that I was still his. He called the app ‘Petify.’

Master wasn’t going ease me up into my challenges. My first one was to swallow ten loads before the end of the week; it was Tuesday, so that meant I would basically need to get two a day.

Master had also told me that my assignments must not interfere with my life, and he would consider them failed if they did. That meant I still had to put time into my high college diploma, finding a house, finding a job, etc.

There was no time to lose. As soon as I got back to my room, I changed into some of the night clothes I had just bought, put my butt plug in, and went on a hunt.

Before The Pod, most of my relations had been online. I had met people on some app, and we ended up hooking up. I was not the sort of girl who went to bars to flirt with men. I could still do this, of course, but I knew Master would be pleased if I made good use of the new confidence I had gained.

As this was the first day, I wondered it would be logical to begin as close as feasible and then expand my search area if things didn’t go well. As close as feasible was, in this case, the hotel bar.

I sat at the bar and ordered a Vodka Sprite. I was wearing a short sleeveless dress and five-inch high heels. Walking in high heels had become second nature.

I started looking around the place, trying to discover some prey. Three seats over, a man of around 40 smiled at me. I smiled back timidly. After a few more glances, he walked toward me and introduced himself as Albert.

Albert wasn’t very good-looking. He was slightly overweight, and his hairline was halfway through his head. My quota, though, was demanding, so I couldn’t really be picky.

He bought me another drink and started talking about his job as an accountant. Absolutely cero game, but today Albert had gotten lucky.

“It’s fascinating if you know what you are doing,” he said as he explained the miracles of budgeting.

I couldn’t contain a yawn. This wasn’t going great. I had no interest whatsoever in Albert, so I decided that I would try to speed things up, and if I lost him, it wouldn’t be too regrettable.

“Yeah, it sounds exciting,” I lied. “Do you know what else would be exciting?”

I put my hand on his arm. He bent slightly to put his ear closer to me.

“It would be really exciting if you took me to your room and I drain every last drop of cum out of your cock,” I whispered.

He almost lost balance and fell off the stool.

“Now?” He stuttered.

“Unless you have something better to do.”

Unsurprisingly, it took him a few moments to process what had just happened. If he talked to other women like he did to me, I would be eager to bet this was the first time ever he flirted with a woman and wasn’t rejected.

“How much?” He asked.

I laughed. Maybe I was wrong. It looked like this was a situation he had before.

“How much would you pay?” I replied conspiratorially

He considered, obviously doing numbers mentally.

“200?”

I didn’t know what the rates for prostitution were, but that was kind of an ego boost.

“For you, it will be for free.”

He looked at me as if I had just revealed the meaning of life. He nodded hurriedly.

His room was identical to mine, just a couple of floors below. As we walked in, he started fidgeting nervously, unsure what to do.

“Get comfortable,” he finally said and walked into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he was back, still wet with the towel tied around his waist.

I grabbed the towel, pushed him onto the bed, and opened it. It took me a second to realize that he was already hard because his dick was the size of my thumb. I wondered that was sad.

“Anything for Master Nene,” I wondered as I grabbed his member with my lips.

For a moment, I feared this was gonna be more difficult than anticipated, as his dick barely made it behind my teeth. I grabbed and massaged his testicles as I swirled my tongue around his member, hoping it may grow a little bit more. Suddenly, Albert screeched, and I felt a few wet salty drops falling on my tongue. I suctioned as his already limp dick almost disappeared into his pubis.

“Next time I talk to Master,” I wondered as I left the room, “I need to make sure to ask him if there is a minimum amount of cum to count for the challenge.

As the week went by, I picked up another two guys in the bar. Similar situation as with Albert, although none of them asked me how much I’d charge. They were pretty standard when it came to girth and length, but none of them lasted very long. I think Master trained me too well.

Something I had to solve sooner than later was buying a car. Without a car, house hunting would be a miserable experience. With that done, I went house hunting Thursday morning and visited a few properties I had picked on the Internet.

Most of the houses I had chosen were on the outskirts of the outskirts. They were remote because I wanted them to be big and roomy yet still within my budget.

For my second visit of the day, a realtor called Karl received me in a gorgeous home at the top of a hill. The house backed up to the woods, and there weren’t any neighbors in several miles. Karl was a good-looking man; he was around my age and had a smile that could light up a room.

My challenge wasn’t going great. I had less than four days left, and I was still missing seven loads.

“Karl could make that six,” I wondered as I started thinking about how to approach him.

“This is the main bathroom,” said Karl. “As you see, everything looks like new.”

“Isn’t that shower a little small?” I asked.

“It’s a good size. I don’t think you’d have any issues moving around there.”

“But, what if I have company?” I asked timidly as I walked into the shower.

“Well, that depends on the company, I imagine,” Karl chuckled nervously.

I stood in the shower.

“I’m not sure,” I continued. “Would you mind coming here for reference?”

Karl hesitated. He fidgeted with his binder.

“Of course, of course.”

I waited by the shower door and made sure Karl didn’t have enough room to go inside without touching me.

“Oh, excuse me!” he said as he passed.

I entered and closed the door behind me. The shower was big, and we could both fit inside comfortably without touching each other, so I had to force the situation a bit more.

“So, if I tried to grab the soap,” I said as I squatted right in front of Karl’s crotch.

He tried to back up, hitting the glass with his shoes. He covered his pants with his crossed hands, trying to hide the obvious erection that hid behind.

“Can we give it a test run?” I suggested looking straight into his eyes.

Karl didn’t answer, unsure of having understood the situation, but tentatively, he moved his hands to the sides. Slowly, I reached for his belt, keeping my eyes glued to his. As I undid the belt, the button, and the zipper, Karl’s pants dropped to the shower floor, revealing a huge erection that struggled trying to break free of his underwear. I massaged it over the fabric while smiling at him. When I finally removed his shorts, his cock sprung forward and hit me on the cheek. I laughed.

Karl had a majestic cock. It was at least 8-inch long and as thick as a water bottle. Secretly I hoped he lasted longer than the ones I had the previous days.

I stood up and raised my dress, revealing my already uncovered pussy and my ass, which was covered with the butt plug. I bent my back lower.

“Fuck me!” I said lustily, “but save your cum for my mouth.”

Karl didn’t need more instructions. He dropped the binder as if it was on fire, grabbed me from the hips, and started diving into me. He was calmed, keeping a well-established pace, not too fast, not too slow. My boobs were swinging inside my dress, and the touch of the fabric on my nipples was most stimulating. I was moaning, my lips wrapped around his shaft tightly, but they were very well lubricated. Steadily he kept increasing the speed and violence of his movements.

Karl grunted softly, and I realized I may have trusted him too much. In a swift movement, I threw my body forward and turned around. Karl’s face was of panic; he was one or two strokes away from orgasm, and he had been denied.

“Don’t worry; Let me help you with that.”

I got on my knees and filled my mouth with his cock. Its girth was putting my skills to the test, and I could barely fit it within my teeth. I pushed my head forward until I felt his balls on my chin. My tongue slid out and licked them softly as my head bounced, making the tip of his cock hammer my throat. Finally, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it toward him as he discharged his load in my throat.

I really liked that cock!

Karl shuddered as I finally let go of his dick. Still on my knees, I said:

“You were right; it’s pretty big.” I smiled mischievously. “I think I’d like to make an offer.”

Karl looked lost, as if he had forgotten he was a realtor. I handed his binder back to him as I helped put his pants back up.

“Maybe we can meet here again tomorrow and sign the papers?”

Things were looking a bit better now. I had four loads, and tomorrow I’d suck off Karl again, making it five. At the moment, I didn’t have any edging instructions or cumming restrictions, so I hoped one of these guys would get me off.

The fact that I was gonna buy that house was also great, as I canceled all my other appointments for the day. I could use the time to discover another donor. I was on fire, actually. So far, no man had rejected my advances. It would happen eventually, I knew, but I wasn’t very worried about that. After my time with Master Nene, embarrassment had gone to a whole new level.

I went back to the hotel bar and ordered lunch at the counter. The server was the same as last night when I had my third load. He was young. He served alcohol, so he was most likely over 21, but I was sure not far from that.

“A guy was asking for you earlier,” he said as he brought my salad.

“Who was it? Did he leave his name?”

“No, but it was the one that left with you last night.”

I laughed. The server smiled suspiciously.

“I guess he had a good time then.” I chuckled.

“Who wouldn’t? With a woman such as you?”

I stopped eating and looked up. He was looking right in my eyes, smiling. He was hitting on me, I wondered.

“What do you think we did?” I asked mischievously.

He started shaking his head.

“That’s no business of mine.”

“Would you like it to be your business?”

He was handsome. He had short dark hair, and his body seemed well shaped under the non-flattering uniform. He was happy about the proposal.

“My shift doesn’t end for another five hours.”

“Can’t you take bathroom breaks?”

He shrugged.

“You may need one now,” I continued.

I dropped the utensils, cleaned my mouth with the napkin, and walked to the restroom. In less than one minute, the server walked in, nervously looking around.

I entered a stall and called him with a finger. He locked the door behind him. As he turned around, I was already sitting on the toilet seat and ready to undo his pants.

“What’s your name?” I asked as his pants and underwear dropped to the floor

“M-Miles,” he whispered with a slight stutter.

“Nice you meet you, Miles.”

He wasn’t hard yet, but as soon as my lips touched the tip, it started growing inside my mouth. I really liked the feeling of cock growing in my mouth.

“How old are you? “ I asked as I paused the licking in favor of some stroking.

“Twenty-two.” His voice was labored as if he was trying not to groan.

I swallowed him again, this time all the way to the end. The poor guy didn’t have much time, so I made sure he didn’t get in trouble. I swung my head back and forth, from tip to base, with my lips tightly wrapped around his shaft. I moved fast, and in less than a minute, Miles exploded in a never-ending rain of cum. Sucking him off presented no challenge, but swallowing that amount of cum, definitely would. My mouth was completely flooded, and I had to focus on slowly swallowing every last bit before letting his cock go.

He even said ‘thank you’ as he hurriedly pulled his pants up and left.

When I came back to the bar to finish my meal, Miles didn’t lose sight of me. Maybe I made a mistake, and he’d be over me always. At least the salad was on the house.

Karl and Milos left me pretty pent up to the point where I was tempted to go back to my room and get myself off. I decided against it. Maybe I’d get lucky and kill two birds with one stone.

My phone rang. It was a message from Master Nene saying he had sent a care package and I could pick it up in the reception.

I carried it back to my room immediately. It was a rather heavy big box containing all sorts of toys and tools. There were clamps, rope, elastic bands, three different vibrators, and two really big butt plugs, among many others.

A new Petify notification popped up.

“New restriction: Orgasm control

Description: Pet is only allowed to cum if at least three people witness her orgasm

Time limit: Indefinite. Until new instructions are given.”

I acknowledged receipt of my new orders as I groaned. I was about to use some of those nice toys, but now they would only make things worse.

Resigned, I decided to spend some time preparing for my high college diploma; nothing like some math to cool you down!

As soon as the sun was down, I started to get ready to go out. I had my third shower of the day, enjoying every second of it. As you may know, while I stayed at The Pod I was prohibited from using the shower, and I could only wash myself using a tap that sat only a few inches from the floor. Feeling the water abundantly sliding down my bald head was a luxurious sensation, one that I had missed dearly.

I decided to try on one of the new butt plugs that Master had sent. I chose the smaller of the two. Well, it would be more accurate to say ‘the least huge’ of the two. Long gone were the days in The Pod, when I lost my anal virginity with a tiny anal plug. Since then, my ass had become most receptive and it was now something that I enjoyed thoroughly. In fact, the plug I was using when I left The Pod, just a few days ago, had a two-inch diameter. Martha told me in one of her latest visits that were basically the biggest ‘standard’ sizes you could normally discover.

This one was a whole different animal. As per its label, it was three-inch in diameter and four-point-five-inch in length. It was a monster. It had been a long time since the last time I struggled so much to get something in my bum. It required a lot of focus, effort, and tons of lube. As I got up from the bed, I discovered, unsurprisingly, that I could barely walk with my ass stuffed like that.

Still naked, I jumped on my six-inch high heels and did a couple of laps around the room. I was happy to realize that the heels actually made the plug more bearable, although it was still very challenging.

I threw on a dress, grabbed my phone, and left.

NSFW: yes