The girl had tried hard to remember.
To remember who she was.
There had been a booth and an offer of money. Things had gotten harder, then the hiss of gas. Then she had been in the dark sexual place. Nice sounds, erotic, arousing sounds had enveloped her. It had been a soft place, warm smooth but constraining. She could not move. But that had been okay too. She could not say how long that time had lasted.
Then she had been helped from the crate by Mistress Tomson. She loved Mistress Tomsen. Mistress had told her she was to be sold. That made her feel happy and sad. Happy that someone wanted to buy her, but sad, that she would leave Mistress.
Pictures were taken and then the cage. The cage was hard. She could not move. She could not talk. All holes filled fully, all limbs secured.
They put her cage upon another and her drool dripped onto the girl below. A damp feeling on her head told her there was another cage above. Moans and whimpers told her she was not alone in her suffering.
There was motion. Sounds of road noise. Was she in a truck? A shipping container? All she could see was the back of the girl below's head.
Bright daylight. A forklift to another lorry?
More travelling, and then her cage was carried by two men through a doorway. She was placed on the floor.
A happy man put his hand through the bars and stroked her. Took pictures and laughed in delight.
Then he released her. Undid the neck clamp unlocked the fetters and removed the plugs. She crawled out backwards and looked up at the man.
He was old, balding and out of shape. Skinny arms and a fat belly. Dressed in a tee and jeans his trainers were scuffed and worn. He lent in and helped her up. His breath stank.
"Put this on," he ordered. The garment was made of rubber. It felt strange to squeeze into it. But as she looked down at her figure enveloped in its glossy embrace she felt new arousal.
"Now these," he commanded, giving her strange boots. They kept her foot pointing down. Made her stand on her toes. How could she do this? They hurt too, but this too seemed right.
"Turn around, girl," he instructed, "and raise your arms." A corset was wrapped around her. He laced it crushingly tight.
Then her wrists were taken one at a time, and glossy leather cuffs were secured with the click of a padlock each.
Then a collar. It was tall, shiny and set with rings. She felt two straps at the back cinch it tight about her throat. Two more clicks told her it was also locked in place.
"Turn around, girl. Let me look at you." She obeyed. As she faced him he scrutinized her, drank in her form. He stepped close and stroked her breast with the back of his hand. Her nipples distended the rubber that enveloped her.
He took her chin and looked into her face. Then walked around her and she felt him grasp her arse.
"You belong to me, girl. I've bought you. You will call me Master."
He was her owner? Her heart raced and arousal blossomed anew. His failings melted to nothing, she loved her Master, she was his. She must make him happy.
"Do you have any questions, girl?" he asked.
"Master, who am I?"
"Do you not know?"
"I don't remember, Master."
"Well, you are mine now."
"Yes, Master, do I have a name?"
"Hmm, I think you need more than one of something to start naming them. So I think I'll call you Slave. It is what you are after all."
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master."
Her Master pointed his phone at her, "Smile for the camera, slave." The phone clicked. "Now, slave, what do you think I should do with you now?"
"Oh, Master, please can I be allowed to suck your cock?"
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Part one here:
Huge thank you to;
Cage TawnyT
Catsuit, corset, collar & cuffs ZerberusZero
Boots Noone102000
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