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“Who’s next up?”
“That would be me,” A blond woman said, pushing herself to her feet. Around her, the waiting room was sterile and dull. A plastic plant had been placed to one side in the hope that it would introduce some life to the place.
It did not.
The interviewer led her into a smaller room. There was a desk there, and a series of chairs. Two people were waiting, a man and a woman. They were dressed well, in sharp suits with vaguely plastic-looking expressions of welcome on their faces. They had already talked to several people today and after her, they would talk to several more. She sat down carefully, brushing her dark skirt as she did.
“You’re Lynna Richards, yes?” Said the man.
“That’s right,” Lynna said. She smiled at him, though her heart was not fully in it. She was torn with doubt, though she carefully did not allow it to show on her face. “I sent you my CV earlier.”
“Ah yes,” The man said. “You were a secretary at one of the big offices, weren’t you?”
“That’s right. There was a downturn and they had to get rid of me, but I did good work. You’ll see from my references.”
“Indeed,” The woman said. “We talked to them already. They were very impressive references.”
“Thank you,” Lynna settled at the table. She tried to look at home, but clothes felt strange to her now. She wasn’t used to them. They were oddly constrictive and she had to fight the urge to strip down. Her bra was annoying her. After nearly a month spent naked, Lynna felt oddly out of place in the civilised world.
It had happened a month ago now. She’d lost her job. It hadn’t been an economic downturn either. An executive at her old business had gotten a bit too greedy and lost a bit too much money. Of course, the business wasn’t gonna fire them. Oh no, that would be too much. It was a simple mistake, easily made.
Instead, they’d fired a bunch of lower-ranked employees to make up the difference in pay. Lynna had been unfortunate enough to be one of them. She lived in a rented apartment with four other people – three guys and two girls including herself. That day, she’d come home with the bad news that she would not be able to pay that month’s rent.
She’d expected to have to work something out with the others. They were friends, after all, and she wasn’t worried about being kicked out. Instead, one of them – a man called Trevor – had made a proposition which took her quite by surprise.
He would cover most of her rent by himself so long as she agreed to live by a set of rules as set down by the apartment. Almost as soon as he’d said it, she’d known it would be sexual. Indeed, as the rules kept coming, they grew more and more so. She would be naked all the time. She would obey any command. She could be punished by any member of the apartment for nearly any reason…
The idea had turned her on massively. Even now, the memory made her a little bit wet. Lynna had never been a stranger to her own sexuality and she was honestly intrigued.
The only one who hadn’t been interested was her best friend, Samantha. A freckled redhead and the other woman who lived in the apartment. She’d been horrified, pointing out how degrading and abusive it all could be. Yet even despite her protests, Lynna had agreed to become the apartment’s slave so long as her rent was paid.
The following month made her head spin. She’d been pushed harder and further than she had ever wondered before. She’d been fucked, used, made to masturbate, recording mid-orgasm and climaxed more times than she could remember. She’d been degraded, humiliated, shamed and toyed with by her new masters.
She had loved it all. During that time, Lynna had discovered a part of herself that she had not expected to be there. She’d all the time been sexually open. She’d all the time enjoyed her body and loved to fuck and be fucked. But her life as a slave had been so much more intense. She had slowly started to realise that she was sinking deeper and deeper into it. This new existence was gradually subsuming her. She woke up each day wondering what new things would be done to her and anticipating her punishments and her rewards.
Even Samantha, who had been against the whole thing, gradually became more and more okay with what Lynna was doing. It took a heart-to-heart chat before she finally admitted it even to herself, but Samantha was just as in love with the idea of using and fucking Lynna as Lynna was with the idea of being used and fucked.
But all good things did not last forever. Lynna knew that her new existence could not be a permanent one. After all, the helpless feeling of being forced to rely on others was fun and intoxicating when one had a fetish for being a slave. But at some point, she really would need her own source of money again.
That was why she was here now. An invitation had been extended due to her previous contracts, and she had been allowed to interview for a position not unlike her previous one. If she got it, she’d be making more money than she used to and be able to cover the rent again.
But if she did get it, her days as a slave would be over.
That was stipulated in the contract too. She was the apartment’s whore for as long as she had no money of her own. The moment she did, she was equal to them again. Her new life, her new existence of pleasure and humiliation would come to an abrupt end.
She didn’t know if she wanted it to. As the man and woman gave her a short speech about the business – nothing she didn’t already know – Lynna reflected on the two paths ahead of her.
If she got the job, her time as a slave would be over. No one would speak of it again and it would go back to the way it had been before. If she failed to get the job, she’d be punished. Her clothes would be taken away and she would be forced to apologise to each of her flatmates personally. Then, they’d vote on a group punishment to really drive in her failure.
Lynna felt a flush of heat bloom between her legs. Shifting slightly on the chair, she tugged down her skirt with one hand.
There was nothing sinister going on. There were no toys, no hidden traps, no fiendish orders or tricks to intentionally force her to fail the interview. She had the credentials, she had the history. As far as she could see the only thing that mattered here was whether she honestly wanted things to turn out one way or the other.
And the issue with that was that she didn’t even know the answer to this herself.
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Several days before the interview, they gathered in the living area of the apartment. All five of them were present. Trevor, a lean man with glasses and a commanding presence, Dave, a strong man who knew how to work with his hands, Andrew, somewhat mysterious and thin as a stick.
And then there was Samantha. Her copper hair was bound up in a ponytail, and she was clad in a slim black dress which hugged her figure and body. Her legs were long, and her expression was conflicted.
Lastly, there was Lynna. She was naked, a collar around her pale throat. A leather strap had been wrapped about her wrists, locking them behind her back and forcing her into a position that thrust out her chest. She was kneeling, her legs spread just narrowly enough that her pussy could be seen by her superiors. She felt hot and wet, her heart beating madly. She didn’t know what was about to happen to her, but she knew it was related to her future interview.
“As you all know,” Trevor said. “In a few days, Lynna will be taking an interview to decide her future. If she gets the job, the contract between us all is cancelled and nullified.”
Everyone nodded at that, though each person had a different expression. Lynna looked from one to the other. Dave was the easiest. His face was sullen and bitter. Out of all of them, he was the one who enjoyed her new position the most and the one who was most keen to keep her in it. He was not an intelligent man, though nor was he particularly stupid and having her as a direct inferior was arousing to him in more methods than merely one.
“I still don’t see why we can’t order her to fail,” He said. “She obeys us, yeah? Do we really want to lose our new slut?”
Samantha flushed and glared at him.
“Lynna is doing this of her own free will,” She snapped. “It was an agreement. She’s not literally your slave. If you refused to allow her to stop, that would be a crime.”
Dave was about to bite back a response, but Trevor raised one hand.
“Samantha is correct,” He said. “I will not allow anyone to break the rules of the contract. If anyone does, for ANY reason, then the whole thing is nullified on the spot. Do I make myself clear?”
There was a sea of nods. Even Dave seemed unwilling to go directly against the smaller man.
“Lynna is our slave and whore,” He went on. His words felt like a slap on the face, and she felt herself getting hotter. “But that is only true to a certain extent. It is a game. A game of power and subjugation, but still a game. No one is forced to play and if anyone cheats the whole thing is off. I hope I make myself absolutely clear to all concerned. I will be looking out for any signs of foul play.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dave snarled. “I understand. You’re the boss and we do what you want.”
“Amazing how you say you understand and in the same sentence prove that you don’t,” Trevor sighed. “Lynna is the boss. She is the one who chooses when to end the contract. If you push her too far or try to do things that are explicitly disallowed, I would not be surprised if she does so early. Remember that.”
Dave nodded tightly. His eyes flickered over towards her naked form. Lynna felt her heart speed up. What Trevor had said was true, but Dave was feeling humiliated by being so totally broken down. She was sure he’d discover a way to punish her for it.
It made her feel hot and tight and filled her with anticipation. Desire coiled through her mind and she thought if she even could go back to who she was before.
“In any event,” Trevor said. “We have a few days yet before the interview. I think it may be a good idea to make our case, so to speak. We all know what Lynna will get if she takes the job. Money, freedom, and the ability to act on her own again. A return to her former status. But what does she get if she fails it?”
“Punished,” Andrew said. “Not to put it too bluntly. According to the rules as written, if she goes to an interview and fails it, we’re allowed to assign her a group punishment.”
He turned his eyes towards her. His gaze was hungry and she shivered. She felt exposed with her chest sticking out and her arms behind her back. A month ago, she never wondered a man would look at her like this, nor that she would be so turned on by it.
“That is true,” Trevor said. “But I mean beyond merely that. I propose that each one of us be given a night to spend with Lynna on our own. During that time, we can reward her – or punish her – as we see fit.”
“Within the bounds of the contract?” Samantha asked, her voice soft but firm.
“Of course,” Trevor said. “I just think that each one of us should have a chance to show Lynna the future that awaits her if she does not take the job. That future may be pleasant, with rewards or cruel with punishments. It is up to the individual person to decide.”
Samantha crossed her arms, her face was stern but there was a sense of intrigue dancing in her eyes. “So each one of us gets her for a whole night? And none of the others are allowed to interfere?”
Lynna said nothing as her fate was decided. Her throat was dry, her skin was hot. Desire pulsed through her in waves, each stronger than the last.
She sat and watched as they hammered out the rules.
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In the present, Lynna tried to focus on the interview. The initial speech was followed by a series of back-and-forth questions that she knew how to handle. She had plenty of prior experience, and she knew how to work her credentials. Her references had all been good and solid, and she was more than suitable for the role.
She did her best not to let the inner conflict rise to the surface, but it was difficult when even she didn’t know whether she wanted to succeed or fail. She presented the perfect mask, moulding herself into the employee that she knew the business expected her to be.
But within, she was unsure. Did she want this? Was this truly what she was after? The last month had been some of the best times of her life, the most intense times too. Even if it had not been exactly something you’d tell your friends about later, Lynna felt somehow different after experiencing it. It wasn’t something as cliche as saying that she had matured, but rather she felt that she knew herself a little bit better now. Having indulged in a side of her nature that she never would have otherwise, Lynna felt a bit more confident. A bit more secure in her skin, so to speak.
But did that mean that she should leave that time behind her now? She’d said before both to Sam and to herself that nothing could last forever. Her time as a slave was no exception to that. She’d enjoyed it massively, but did she see it lasting much longer? A year? Two years? A decade?
The answer to that was no. She did not. Not as it was now, anyway. Lynna understood that things were unsustainable. It was fun and charged for a little bit – a month or two – but if it kept going for too long it could become unhealthy, even toxic.
Yeah, it was sad to say and a little part of her didn’t want to admit it, but Lynna’s time as the apartment’s slave had to come to an end fairly soon.
But was today the day? That much she didn’t know just yet.
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The first one to have her for the night was Andrew. Lynna spent the whole day anticipating what he would do to her. Her body tingled, filling her with warmth and heat. While the others were at work, she spent her time looking after the house. She did some exercises to keep her figure, and she cooked food and prepared.
Eventually, Andrew returned. She was waiting for him, naked and on her knees. She’d been told to make herself as presentable as feasible, so she was wearing her make-up, her blond hair brushed and combed. Dave glared at her from across the room, looking with envy toward Andrew.
The tall, thin man looked down at her and adjusted his glasses.
“Follow me,” He told her. Then, without a backwards look, he moved to his room.
Stomach churning, Lynna followed. In her time as a slave, she’d discovered that each of her fellows had different kinks and desires for her to fulfil. Dave was blunt and aggressive, he wanted to fuck her. To feel himself inside of her, hear her moan and gasp. Trevor craved dominance and control, and his games were clinical and somewhat cold. The act of sex mattered less to him than the power he held over her by it. Samantha also liked dominance, but to her, it was more personal. Their connection as friends since childhood made it all the more intense for both of them, she both enjoyed and was ashamed by how placing Lynna in submissive positions aroused and turned her on.
Then, there was Andrew. Andrew was something like Trevor in that he rarely seemed to get the maximum pleasure merely from fucking her. Andrew delighted in tools, toys and games. He used machines to tease and titillate, to drive her to the edge. Vibrators, clamps, chains and wands were his tools of choice.
Lynna did not expect to face anything different today. Andrew’s desires typically focused around testing her limits, pushing her as far as he could. He’d make her climax again and again, or tell her to withstand the need to cum until she was desperate. It would be intense in places but she could handle it.
Once inside his room, he reached behind her and closed the door. Lynna heard it click into place and then lock.
“Get on the bed,” Andrew told her. “Arms out, legs stretched.”
Needless to say, that position would leave her exposed. Lynna’s pussy tingled as she did what she was told. Andrew locked a cuff around each of her wrists, binding them to the wooden bedposts. Her heart beat faster as he did the same with her ankles. The cuffs were cold and hard against her skin, made of metal and uncomfortable but not painful. Once he pulled them tight, she realised she really couldn’t move at all.
Andrew’s shadow fell over her.
“So this might be the last time I get to do this, huh?” He said. Lynna said nothing. He was talking to himself more than her. “I suppose I should make the most out of it.”
He did. For the rest of the night, Andrew made it his personal responsibility to make her squirm and moan with pleasure. He was methodical, slowly pushing her limits. Increasing the strength of her torment moment by moment.
The begin of it was the vibrating egg. It was pink and he showed it to her. Lynna’s eyes followed it as it shook in his hand. His other hand trailed across her body, and his fingers stroked her skin. Lynna shuddered. Her pussy felt warm and wet. His digits pressed against her vulva, stroking it firmly. Her clit felt hot, and she was breathing fast. Helplessness pounded through her and with it came desire.
Andrew reached down and spread her lower lips, forcing them apart with two fingers. Her body responded with an aching need, and a moment later she felt the plastic egg pressed inside of her.
The vibrations rippled outwards from it, filling her body with heat. Lynna twisted as far as her chains would allow, and a low moan echoed from her lips. After all of the anticipation, it felt good.
But Andrew was just getting started. He removed another toy from his selection. This one was a wand-like device, long and thin. He pressed the tip into her side and slid it across her skin. Her body tingled in its wake, and when he turned it on the tip sparked with a current that made her jump!
It wasn’t painful or sharp, it just tingled a lot, charging her nerves and senses as he moved it up and down, tracing a seductive path across her body. The path of the wand felt unbearably good, her skin crawled with pleasure in its wake. The electricity tingled and tickled, and danced across her nerves. Lynna lay back and shut her eyes, but could still feel the wand as it climbed higher and higher towards her chest.
The vibrator continued to buzz, shaking her lower body and flooding her pussy with pleasure. It echoed through her, adding to the charge of the wand. Andrew was slow and careful, edging it cautiously so that she was all the time aware of exactly where it was going. The anticipation made her more sensitive. Her skin buzzed at the passage of the toy, and her insides coiled as it worked its way towards her breasts.
Lynna was breathing quickly now. The feelings flowing from her pussy were growing stronger. She could feel her womanhood clenching. Wetness gleamed across her lower lips. She could feel the leather collar bound around her throat, the cuffs which held her arms and legs aside. Helplessness, shame and arousal all surged through her together.
She was a slave, she was a whore. She was…
She was loving it. Bound and tormented by these devices, Lynna had never felt more alive. Andrew stood over her, watching her as if she was some kind of experiment. Listening to her moans and groans. The wand flicked across her breast suddenly and she gasped! The feeling was more intense! He noticed and repeated the path. Lynna squirmed as the unfamiliar current flowed across her chest.
Her nipples were tight and hard, and she swallowed as the tip of the wand pressed towards her left one. The air grew hot, and she felt the spider-like caress of the current before the metal even touched her flesh. When the wand did touch her nipple, she couldn’t suppress a gasp of pleasure. This time, it was a sharp feeling. Not painful, but powerful. The current tingled her nipples and made her body shake.
She was breathing heavily. She was gasping. She was cursing. The feelings which raced through her were more intense than she’d expected. Her pussy was hot and wet, and she could feel a building orgasm. She hadn’t been told to cum but then again, nor had she been told not to.
Andrew toyed with her breasts some more. He used the wand, switching from breast to breast. He caressed her and stroked her. Using the current to make her skin sing with stimulation. Her nipples grew harder, and a deep desire burned in her gut. Now and then, he’d touch the nipples directly. The feeling was strong and sudden and never failed to make her squirm as her nerves surged with heat and delight.
Lynna came but Andrew did not care about that. She lay gasping on the bed. His cock was hard, but his pants were not even off. He reached for the wand again, but Lynna tried to distract him with an offering to allow her to gather her strength.
“Master,” She moaned in her most sultry voice. “You’ve given me so much pleasure but I haven’t even done anything for you. Maybe you should take off your pants and uncuff me? I promise we can get back to this later.”
Andrew looked at her, and she saw a small smile form on his face.
“We can do that later, slave,” He told her. “We have all night after all. For now, I am going to see just how sensitive I can make you before you beg for me to stop.”
He had more tools. A metal box by the side of the bed which was connected to a dozen wires that ended in suction cups. These, he pressed against her body, fixing them in place. He connected the wires to her sides, to her legs and thighs and finally to her breasts. Lynna was no fool and could guess what was about to happen, but even so, she felt thrilling helplessness as the electricity began to surge and dance through her.
“I will be careful,” Andrew said. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lynna. I really don’t. But I am not going to ever get the chance to do this to a woman again, so I have decided to go all out tonight. I hope you don’t mind.”
The current which flooded her body was stronger now, and Lynna’s nerves danced to its beat. There was still no pain, but it was as if every part of her was being stimulated at once. The focus was of course where the wires connected, and her breasts in particular were now constantly being teased. As Lynna squirmed, Andrew drew the wand down lower, pressing it against her pussy. It was warm, the current shocked her, and made her moan and gasp. The feeling of it combined with the vibrations of the egg brought her close to a second climax.
“Let’s see if we can find your clit.”
For the next hour or so, Andrew used the electricity to make her cum. The current buzzed through her body, her breasts and her skin. The vibrator got faster and faster, the wand was used to tease her pussy directly now. Andrew varied the voltage so that it never felt quite the same.
He did discover her clit in the end and took great joy in teasing it with the current. Her whole body shook, and she came for the third time then. Andrew toyed with her for a bit longer, enjoying her reactions and moans but eventually, he was good to his words and undid her bindings to allow her to pleasure him in a more traditional sense.
Eventually, after all was said and done, Lynna was allowed to slip into a deep and exhausted sleep. Her body tingled and her final wondered before the darkness took her was that this was just one of four.
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After Andrew, she was slated to spend the night with Trevor. Trevor was the mastermind behind the whole thing, the one who’d offered her the contract in the first place and the one who delighted in games of control and dominance. Lynna did not know what to expect from him but after the night with Andrew, she was tense. Her body had not yet fully recovered the next day. She felt spent and tired, and she was sure that Trevor too would want to push her to her limits.
That was why she was surprised when she was called to his room. He’d set up no elaborate game. No toys or devices were waiting to be used on her nubile body. Instead, there was a table. She didn’t know what to make of it at first until he asked her to sit down.
Nervously, she did as she was told. Lynna didn’t know what he was up to, and she felt confused more than anything else.
“So,” Trevor said. “It’s been a month since you agreed to the contract.”
“That’s right,” Lynna nodded unsurely.
“Do you regret it?”
She blinked, feeling a moment of surprise. Trevor’s face was open, and the question seemed genuine. She actually had to examine her own feelings for a while before she answered.
“I don’t think I do,” She said. “This side of me is new. I…I’ve never really explored it before but I’m not ashamed of it. I was never the sort of woman to feel like I had to apologise for my kinks.”
He smiled and sat back in his chair.
“That is good,” He admitted. “I was worried that you might be having second thoughts.”
“Because of the job?” She asked.
“Exactly so,” He said. “I knew that the contract would not last forever, but I had hoped for more than a month. I was worried that you had grown to dislike your new life.”
“I don’t dislike it,” Lynna said. “It was new at first and hard. Being punished and ogled while naked. Doing as I was told, being fucked or being told to masturbate and use toys. I won’t lie and say that it was easy when I first started. I felt helpless and over my head.”
“Do you still feel helpless?” His voice was deep, she could hear the arousal in it.
“Yes,” She whispered softly. “And that’s why I like it. I… this turns me on so much, it’s hard to say.”
She realised that she was blushing and laughed, shaking her head. As if now was the time to be embarrassed! After all she had already done!
“It’s all about dominance and control,” Trevor said. “Being helpless can be arousing if one has faith in their partner not to abuse their power. It’s a game, a grand series of charades. You’re not a slave and you’re not a whore, but if we call you that, you can pretend and feel aroused by it.”
“It’s shameful,” Lynna said slowly. “But shame is also arousing to me now. I guess it always was.”
She looked up at him, seeing his face and his eyes.
“I think that losing my job was a good thing. I feel like a different person now. I’ve seen this side of myself, embraced it and lived it. But I don’t think I want to live like this forever. It’s a game, and I love it. But every game has to end.”
“Yes,” Trevor said. “Of course. I understand that. I am grateful. Truly grateful that you agreed to play a role in my game at all. I hope you do not think any less of me for setting it up?”
“I don’t,” She said, surprised that he would even think that. “You made an honest request. I could have refused. There was no force involved and I wasn’t made to accept it. Why would I blame you for anything when I’ve already said that I enjoyed our time here?”
“I just worry about those things,” He told her. “I am not a man who makes friends easily, Lynna. I always wished that I was, but it is just not in me. I know others think of me as cold and calculating. I know I have a reputation for being as a machine, but the truth is that I do have feelings. I feel desire, lust, arousal.”
He glanced at her naked body, but then shook his head.
“But also loneliness and companionship. I just wanted to say to you that your agreeing to play this game… it meant a lot to me. I am not sure you know just how much.”
“I see,” Lynna said slowly. She had not expected this. This bearing of his feelings. She wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed.
“You know,” She said. “If you find me so arousing, you can have your way with me now. Tonight is supposed to be your night, after all. You can do anything you want.”
“Anything I want?” He said, looking at her with a wry smile. “Then I choose to talk. I’ve had a month of using you as a toy. I’d like to have you as a friend for a little bit.”
They did, and Lynn realised that it was the first time that she had ever really spoken to Trevor. He’d been one of her friends, but he’d all the time been the outer member of the group. There more because of association than because they really liked him that much. They spoke, of past and history, of hopes for the future and of anything that came to mind,
She slept well that night. Trevor didn’t fuck her or tease her. Instead, they spoke well into the night and she fell into a restful sleep. Her body recovered from the day before.
This was just as well, for after Trevor there came Dave.
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