Can I Do This?
As I sit in the middle of this dungeon, I cannot help but wonder; do I really want this? Can I even do this?
Who am I? I am nothing. That's what my father told me. Even my own mother told me I was nothing but wasted space.
I am just sitting on my knees, the way I saw in DVDs. I know they aren't real, but at least some of it has to be accurate, right? I don't know the person I will be meeting tonight; it is all part of the deal we had made.
Can I really submit and give up my will to another? I am very scared; will I be loved, or will I be given to a sadist?
No matter what happens, I signed up for this. I signed a contract for three years, and, yesterday, two million dollars was deposited into my bank account. If my new owner likes me, I can renew my contract. If not, I can sell myself again for another three years.
I hear footsteps outside the door; it's time.
My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. I had sweat on my forehead; I hope I don't faint.
As the door opens, I hear many footsteps, one headed over to the side where I had seen a few chairs. The other two people that came in stood before me.
I wanted to look up, but I thought better of it.
The voice I heard before spoke first. It said
¡°Stand, pet, but keep your eyes to the floor."
As I stood, he continued,
¡°Well, do you like everything you see, Sir?"
I felt a pair of fingers run down my spine, down over my ass, and to the inside of my thigh and across my moist lips. I couldn't hold back the shudder that ran through me, and I lightly shook when he stopped and slowly dipped his fingers in and out of me.
I heard him shuffle behind me; I thought he was going to walk away, but I suddenly heard,
¡°Mmmmm...so sweet, Isabella, I can't wait to fuck you."