Happy Endings.... (Part 3)

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You woke to the sound of chatter and giggling in the kitchen. You manage to awkwardly pull your soft flannel shirt closed to spite your bound wrists. And savor the feeling of comfort it brings you as you squeeze your arms to your chest. At least that's one part of your exposed body you can control. This comes at the expense of making you even more aware of your exposed hips, thighs, groin, and ass, though. As you sit up frog style in bed in nothing but a thong. Wholesome soft-core porn comes to mind, just lose the bindings and stick a steaming cup of coffee in your hands up to your chest and turn up glow on the soft morning light to complete the warm cabin effect. And you are the pin up photo for any of those fall months, on one of those sexy calendars in some parallel reality where the social evolution of men and women have been reversed.

You feel a tinge of shame, and acceptance at the thought. You have been here days, a week maybe? You are loosing track of time. You leisurely stretch and rub the sleep from your eyes and make your way to the bathroom at the end of the hall as you feel the weight of the chain around your ankle trail behind you. You have been granted enough footage to get into the bathroom to take care of your needs and sit on the floor opposite the table in the kitchen. Thank god for that you think as you ponder the horrors of having to use a disgusting bucket or something like that. You are pretty sure such conditions are not off the table and keep on your best behavior. Its amazing what can become normal you think to yourself as you finish up ***ing, and meekly limp into the kitchen and sit on the floor next to a plate of scrambled eggs and toast.

You rub your ankle, its healing but still tends to hurt when you try to put weight on it. Across from you the women are doing their morning routine. You have the manager who everyone calls Mae, who seems to be in charge and always have the last word. You can't understand any of the language they speak, so you follow tone and body language. Mae is definitely the one with authority, during heated moments and conversations it only takes her to cross her arms and cock her head as she makes an assertive statement and that's usually the end of the discussion.

Most of these heated discussions and arguments take place between her and the one you call red, on account of the over done Asian red dragon lady dress she was wearing when you first saw her in the house. Or more accurately she saw you, with your bindings and chain. Mae left the door open and Red stopped dead in the hallway and just stared at you with her arms crossed processing the sight of you frozen in terror before storming down the hall to have a heated discussion, argument?, about over it. She hardly took much visible notice of you since, much as if you were the household cat.

Next to her always sits the one you called Blue. On account of the blue vest she was wearing when you first saw her. You suspect that these outfits are uniforms and part of the whole over the top Asian massage parlor routine downstairs. Blue tended to be quiet and reserved for the most part. Unlike Red who projected indifference she had a habit of intensely staring at you when you were not looking. Which usually provoked Red into teasing her with some snide comment, her getting flustered and shoving her back, and provoking more chatter and giggling.

You quickly eat your eggs and sneak back into Mae's room and curl up in the sun coming through the window at your edge of the bed. Maybe its the Stockholm syndrome starting to take hold but you stopped seriously looking for means to escape what feels like ages ago. You hear Mae head downstairs to presumably open shop as the girls do their morning routine. It sounds like Blue won the daily battle for the bathroom this morning as you hear Reds dramatic whining and complaining and Blue slamming the door locking her out. These younger girls fought like ***s constantly.

Soon you see Red slowly fill the frame of the door. And you immediately adjust your legs as to hide your groin and hide in your shirt. She never breaks eye contact, you look away as she walks the room slowly and stands before you. You look up at her and she grabs you by the sides of your head and starts inspecting you. First your eyes and face, then grabbing your wrists raising them slowly you are ***d back into frog pose, knees and legs at your sides to keep from toppling over.

Arms above your head, chest and body exposed she pins your hands to the wall behind you and is inches from your face. You don't know what to do as she starts saying things you don't understand. Rhetorical questions it sounds like as she runs a free hand playfully down your belly, over your groin then under your exposed taint. At that you feel the start of an erection as you squirm and she grins and starts rubbing you harder, while whispering down at you. What the fuck is with this you think to yourself, Red always seemed so cold and indifferent.

You hear Blue at the door presumably saying “what the fuck do you think you are doing?”, arms crossed. Red unshaken keeps you exposed, faces her and says something in a teasingly seductive tone while suggestively presenting you to her with a gesture, as you sit pinned ***ly on display. The jib hit its mark, because Blue starts blushing and takes a flustered tone. They both become alert as they hear Mae coming up the stairs and run out of the room. But not before you catch Red give you a cunning glance. She is plotting trouble....

Really most of your days have not been very different from the first. You watch Mae work most of the day. You suspect that she must be an accountant/bookie for the mob or something. And the massage parlor must be some sort of safe house/front. All business need book keepers and crime is no different. You suspect that the massage parlor downstairs really is a legitimate business as a cover for Mae's services, simply because any women ***d to give hand jobs all day wouldn't have any interest in you at the end of the day right?

You have accepted your fate, but Mae hasn't tried *** sex with you. And she easily could if she wanted, every evening she has you exposed on her lap petting you. Probing your *** spots, she seems to enjoy teasing you and forcing little whimpers and moans out of you and watching you die of embarrassment between commercial breaks during her soaps. But she doesn't seem to be interested in much more then keeping you for companionship. She tells you stories about the village she grew up in, and complaints/happenings about her day now and then during the days while mostly no one is around. She just seems like a lonely woman in a lot of ways once you get past the cunning, drugging, ***ing, taser wielding psycho, super human parts..

After the first couple days she asked you, “You scared?” you meekly shook your head not knowing what to think. “You know why I take you?” again you shake your head. “I save you. You were so lonely, you are home now, you had no family, now you are part of our family, you were lost and sad, you belong here now, see?”. You think to yourself I am a person, not a fucking stray dog lady. But can't ignore how much what she said resonated with some truth. In many ways you were worse off and miserable before being stolen as her pet. You felt another little piece of yourself surrender under her the warmth of her hands. Is it this brainwashing if you start to want it, does even matter if you stop minding? You seriously question yourself and your slipping sanity as you start accepting the situation.

Edited September 23, 2020 by Deleted Member

[Pinkpigpig]

Great story

[Deleted Member]

Love this story! I'm always excited when the next part gets posted!

[Deleted Member]

Love this and looking forward to the next part and it's something I think about alot

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