She took a deep breathe as she looked at the burgundy door on the front of a white house in a quiet little neighborhood. It was a nice looking house on the outside, but it didn’t stand out in any way. It looked just the way he had described. Her hand made a fist, and she began knocking on the door.

“Come in,” a deep voice said from somewhere inside.

She stepped inside and the same voice boomed out from one room over.

“Strip and leave all clothing at the door,” he said. “Then assume the position that we discussed.”

She swallowed and began removing her clothing. As a 32-year-old divorced mother of two children, she never imagined that she would discover herself naked in the doorway of a man she had only met once before. However, he had good references from others, and he was a gentleman when she met him at the club. Even so, this was definitely out of her comfort zone.

She locked her fingers behind her head and pushed her elbows back. Her ankles slid widely aside. He had referred to it as the inspection position in their messages leading up to her visit. With her children staying at their father’s for the week, she decided this was a good time to explore something new. Now, nerves were definitely beginning to kick in. He stepped into the room.

He was a larger man with a beard. Honestly, he looked fairly typical. Nothing about his home or appearance would even hint at his tastes. Slowly, he stepped toward her and stopped just a few feet away as his eyes went up and down her body.

“This is your chance to back out,” he stated. “If you don’t want to do this, please get dressed. We can either talk, or you can leave. I won’t think poorly of you, and I will completely understand. What is your decision?”

She stood there for a moment. Most people would think that she was nuts for doing this, but a change needed to happen. Her life had become mundane, and she needed more than a casual spanking session at the local club.

“I decide to stay,” she said as her head nodded.

“Good,” he said as he began to now fully inspect her body.

He slid a hand down between her legs, noticing that she had shaved like he asked. An audible whimper escaped her lips as he studied the rest of her curvy form.

“You will be here for five days,” he continued. “For that time, you will be my toy. You will serve, suffer and be fucked for my pleasure and entertainment. You will only cum if allowed and must ask permission for using the restroom. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” she said as her heart was pounding through her chest.

The man nodded and stepped to the side, grabbing a leather blindfold sitting on a nearby table. He stepped forward and put it over her eyes and plunging her into darkness.

“Cross your wrists behind your back,” he commanded as he stepped away.

She was fighting the urge to flee, but she obeyed. Her wrists crossed behind her back as she heard him approaching again. A few seconds later, handcuffs were being attached. The clicks audibly signified her complete vulnerability. A thick leather collar was then placed around her neck. A leash was attached. There was a pause. She felt calmness for a moment. Suddenly a sharp slap came down across her breasts. Her lips open as she screamed out, realizing that she could not pull her hands up to protect herself. His lips pressed against her ear.

“You’re mine now, bitch,” he growled as she let out a cry.

He tugged on the leash and she followed along. The woman had no idea where she was going. After all, she had never been to his home. Her mind raced with what awaited her. What did he have planned?

A door suddenly shut behind her. The woman’s knees were visibly trembling.

“Stick your tongue out,” he commanded as another slap went across her breasts.

She screamed but slowly slid out her pink tongue. There were no words spoken but she felt something being clipped to the tongue. Was it clamps? A clothespin maybe? She could taste the wood a bit as a second one was attached. Definitely clothespins.

“For the next five days, you have one rule and one rule only,” he said. “Obey. That’s it. That’s the rule. When I say to do something, you do it. If I tell you to kneel, you drop to your knees on the spot. If I say to offer me your asshole, then you will bend over and present it to me. Pretty simple, right?”

“Yes Sir,” she answered, although the clothespins didn’t allow the words to be crystal clear.

He chuckled at her altered speech and added clover clamps to her nipples. These clamps had tiny weights on them, meaning the clamps would perpetually squeeze harshly on her pink buds. She squealed, not being used to pain from clamps. He grabbed her hair and pulled her down over something. After a few seconds, she realized that she was leaning down over a chair arm.

“I’m going to use all of your holes multiple times,” he said. “But I have admired your Ass ever since I first saw it in the club.”

Suddenly, she could feel the cold lube against her asshole. Was this really happening? She had just stepped inside his home a few minutes ago. Now, this man was gonna use her Ass. The head of his cock started pushing against her tight opening. She cried out with her clothespinned tongue.

His hands gripped her hips and he began thrusting, slowly at first. It didn’t take long until the speed increased and she was howling. She’d had Anal Sex before, but it had been more gentle. This man was just using her to get off. She was a tight hole for his cock. His growls filled her ears. A little later, his cock spasmed as he orgasmed inside of her. Her pants were loud as her body shook beneath him. He pulled out of her Ass as his cum began to leak out of her.

“We can’t have that,” he said.

She then groaned as a cold steel plug began pushing into her Ass. He was gonna trap his seed inside of her. With a pop, the plug slid into place.

He then removed her blindfold, and she could see that she was in a bedroom. It was nice and clean. Burgundy sheets on a king bed to match the front door. At the foot of the bed was a long cage with a pillow and mat. Her eyes widened fearing that the cage would be for her but knowing that she would sleep there if told. He then took the clothespins off her tongue. She squealed as she looked down and saw the the puddle of drool that had formed beneath her on the chair. The nipple clamps were then removed to much louder screams.

The toy was led to his bed where they mainly talked for the next few hours while he squeezed and studied her body with his hands. She listened as he explained that he was gonna train her in domestic service, pain tolerance while also using her as his own personal fuck toy. The collar would only leave her neck to Shower and clothing would not be an option. He then pulled out a marker wrote “Toy” across her forehead.

“I will change the word every day,” he said. “I want you to feel more and more challenged each day. But it is starting to get late, and I need to get you ready for bed.”

He then opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of vibrating panties and slid them onto the girl. He turned the power on low.

“With this setting, it should last about two hours or so,” he said.

She whimpered and nodded as he led her to the door. With her hands still cuffed, he helped her to the cage door. In a couple nights, she would join him in his bed, but she didn’t need to know that right now. He still had so much in store for her first. The door closed behind her as she moaned in need. He turned the lights off and went to bed.

Somewhere in a quiet neighborhood there is a white house with a burgundy door. Inside that house is a bedroom with a king bed and burgundy sheets. At the foot of that bed is a cage. And inside of that cage is a handcuffed woman who is plugged with an Ass full of cum and vibrating panties. And cries of need come from her lips to fill the air.

In the bed above the cage and beneath the burgundy sheets is a bearded man who is smiling about what the next four days will bring.