Brianna woke up. She was no longer tied up. She realized she must have gone unconscious from terror. Larry had quietly untied her after they’d had sex. She cautiously moved from the bed.

“Good morning,” said Larry, who was still in bed. She decided he must have been awakened from her motion.

“Good morning,” said Brianna. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

Brianna went out to the kitchen, naked. She put on the apron as she was now required to do for him. She intentionally tied the top and back strings loosely. A lot of her breasts would be easily visible as her new rule about her breasts required. She made her man a big breakfast, as well as breakfast for herself. She knew she was acting domestically, something she’d always told other women not to do. She did it anyway.

“Good girl!” exclaimed Larry when he came out to see it, “thanks for the wonderful breakfast. Thanks for the delightful view, too.” He ogled Brianna’s left breast that had completely escaped her apron. He added, “also, thank you for last night, it was quick but you sure were an animal.”

Brianna realized that Larry had completely misunderstood her reactions. It was probably for the best.

Larry went over and gave her a kiss on her forehead. She didn’t pull away. Any rejection would get her a rule. She didn’t lean into it either. Last night had been unpleasant, though it wasn’t his fault.

“What’s going on?”, asked Larry.

Brianna sighed. Larry could miss some signals, but he wasn’t stupid. What was she going to say? It wasn’t his fault that she had some weird trauma from a dream. She also needed to tell him soon that she had a prior commitment tonight. She’d need to say something sensible.

“Larry, I like you. I like sex with you. We can keep having sex. Tonight I have a prior commitment. I have a date with my agent tonight.”

“A date?!? He’s your agent. What do you mean by a date?”

She tried to correct herself, “you know, a meeting.”

Larry looked at her. He knew better. “So you’re having sex with your agent, and don’t want me to talk with him. There’s something you’re hiding about him. It sounds like he has some sort of hold over you. Like extortion or something.”

This was true. Brianna didn’t try to deny it. The accusation hung in the air.

Larry started again, “Look, we can go to the police and get this resolved. Then we could go somewhere else. I think I have a lot to offer you. I think you’d be better off with me.”

“Look, Larry, I told you I like you. I haven’t committed to only you.”

Larry looked at her a little angrily. This was what she’d said earlier. Clearly he had hoped she’d change her mind. He wanted her, but he wanted her to be exclusively his. He did not like the current arrangement.

Brianna realized this was dangerous ground. Perhaps a distraction would help. Especially a distraction that might benefit her.

“I’ve asked you to help me. Please help me. Tonight, I have to meet with Tony. I have some other things I need to do today, too.”

“All right.”

They ate breakfast together in a palpable silence.

Larry looked over Brianna’s mostly-exposed body and said, “I’m really confused. I don’t know if we’re growing a new relationship, or if it’s about to end. I do want you. I can’t tell you how sad I would be if this is nearing the end. Can we make love this morning before I go?”

“Yes, please,” replied Brianna. Brianna certainly didn’t want another rule, so she felt she had to accept any sexual proposal of his. Last night’s sex had had terrifying overtones, but she really did like Larry. She wanted him to keep trying to help her as well. “It has to be quick this morning, but I want to keep making love with you.”

They went to the bedroom and had some quick gentle lovemaking.

Afterwards, Brianna said, “thank you so much. I really do have some things I have to do. I can’t do anything else today, but maybe tomorrow? Say noon?”

Larry brightened. “I’d like to.”

Larry left her apartment. Once he did, Brianna looked through her contacts list. There was something she needed to do.

Brianna knew she was in a bad situation.

Sex with Larry couldn’t eliminate any rules. Every new rule she got from now on would add to her collection of permanent rules. One of her rules added new rules. Seeing Tony would be really dangerous like this. She needed to have sex with a man she hadn’t had sex with before. Preferably a man nobody else in her usual social circles knew. She didn’t want Tony to find out, or Larry, or anyone else. She wanted a one-night stand that wouldn’t get out.

She looked through her contacts and hit on a solution. Him. She’d met him a few years ago, through a party. Everyone called him “V.” He was incredibly good-looking, tall, and muscular. Good-looking, tall, muscular, and dangerous. She more than remembered him. She didn’t masturbate often, but some of her hottest sexual fantasies prominently featured V. They’d never had sex in real life. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t let herself get fucked by him. She was now going to break that promise.

She messaged V:

« Hey V, it’s Brianna Kishka. Can we meet around 3pm today? You told me that you could help me if I needed it. »

In a minute she got a reply.

« Sure Brianna. I’d be happy to help you out. I’ll send you the address of a hotel we could meet at. When we meet, could you pay back the money you borrowed from me? »

So that’s how they’d discuss price. She guessed that made sense. Everyone knew this went on, but it wasn’t legal. Even if the police got a copy of these messages they wouldn’t be able to easily prove what was going on.

V messaged the amount he’d charge.

Brianna’s jaw dropped. That was a lot of money. She’d never negotiated for his kind of services. What was the going rate? She suspected this was much more than the average price. She could afford it, but it was still a lot of money. Was he worth it? A memory from her fantasies reminded her of what he looked like. A warm feeling emerged between her legs, telling her he was worth it. She squirmed. She didn’t want to drop the idea. Maybe she could negotiate him down. She replied that she thought it was a lower amount.

V replied, « No, that’s it, no less. »

She sighed and replied, « OK. »

She shook her head. She’d be paying a lot of money for the services of a male prostitute. She was certain she could get sex for free. She wasn’t sure she could get those men to keep their mouths shut. Also, she was paying, so she could decide exactly what V would do and would not do.

She should have expected him to be pricey. He was an upscale kind of service. Hell, he was a local legend. His nickname was supposedly etched on his cock. Not a tattoo, but a birthmark. Yes, he was expensive. Some women had quietly whispered that he was worth it. He’d been in business for years. His reputation had grown with time. She also had fantasies about V, if she was being honest.

She’d be paying for silence, control, and a fantasy she’d long denied herself. She decided he was worth it. Every day after her damnable psych eval had been hellish. She needed an escape. A compensatory pleasure.

Brianna and V made the rest of the arrangements, including where, when, and a safeword.

She spent some time practicing her sexual performance. She tried to ensure her holes would be prepared to be judged by Tony by next Wednesday. She’d meet with V and Tony today, so she had less time for her whore practice today. She realized she’d have to put in extra whore practice time to make up for her lost time today. She groaned.

She showered and went to get dressed. She realized she had a new problem. Letting her hair grow long was easy, no one would notice for a while. That was not her only new rule. She now had to show off more of her bare breasts, such as showing lots of cleavage. That was on top of her “no panties” rule that also forced her to wear short skirts or short dresses. She looked at her clothing options. Several were now off-limits. She decided to wear a skimpy bikini top paired with one of her short pleated miniskirts. She had an ample bust, so her breasts easily spilled out of the top and sides. The top showed plenty for men to see. She added some wedge espadrilles to complete her barely-clothed outfit.

She again signed up for a ride with her phone. She again made it clear in the comments that she didn’t want any communication. She also set up the return trip. She arranged it all to be prepaid, including extra fees for silence. She turned off her phone. This way, Tony wouldn’t be able to track her phone’s movements. She hoped. She would bring her unpowered phone, in case she needed it.

She peeked out and verified that a rush delivery had been delivered to her door. She picked up the large box. She brought it into her apartment. She opened it up. She wanted to see what she’d received. Her ride would be here soon. She needed to hurry. As expected, she now owned many new sex toys.

The large box included butt plugs of different sizes to help her serve larger and larger cocks. She had received some anal beads and a cooling dildo that was supposed to help her reduce her gag reflexes. There was a device she could stick up her butt. A screw on the device could be turned to forcibly expand her rear entrance. Now that she had the device in her hand, it scared her. She had also received a realistic-looking cock to practice deep throating and gripping with her cunt. She rubbed it. She was intrigued by its organic-feeling texture.

The box included many samples and printed ads for her. The supplier must have decided she was a potentially lucrative customer. The box included a sample of menthol-laced lube. Flavored condom samples included cheddar cheese, honey, and cotton candy. There were some threatening-looking switches that could be harshly applied to her ass. Several “fire cream” sample packets were included to rub on a sub’s rear “if she starts getting uppity,” along with several corresponding “relief cream” samples to rub on those same areas once it was clear that “she’d gotten the message and was going to be a good girl.” The packets had a cartoon of a naked girl tied up and being whipped by a man, making their intended market clear. The fire cream instructions warned that any application must be done using latex gloves, as “contact will quickly cause significant pain to unprotected skin for 6-8 hours.” The fire cream instructions also warned that while it would not cause any permanent damage, users must not allow the cream to touch genitals because of the intense pain the cream would cause. Some latex gloves were included as no-cost extras.

The supplier had also included several full-color brochures and catalogs of various BDSM gear. One catalog prominently proclaimed that their products were designed to “thoroughly train your sub.” The front cover prominently showed a young naked woman strapped into place. Her mouth was gagged. Her face illustrated pain. The catalog showed many ways to fuck and abuse a girl. Brianna feared this catalog listed her experiences to come.

Her ride was scheduled to arrive now. She hurriedly put it all back in the large box and tried to slide the large box under her bed. The box didn’t fit all the way under the bed, but she did what she could. She didn’t have time to deal with the box now.

Once her ride picked her up, she briefly stopped off at a bank to get cash from a machine. She was grateful to get the cash without incident. Next, she went to the hotel.

Once she got to the hotel lobby, she didn’t see V. She went to the side of the lobby. A number of older men in suits were standing in the lobby. The few padded chairs were all occupied by other older men.

It occurred to her that in her current outfit, she looked like the prostitute, not V. She was once again waiting in a public area. She’d learned that being in one could be dangerous. Her provocative outfit, one that showed almost all her skin, made her unguarded situation even more dangerous. She wished she’d thought of that earlier. She heard a man whisper from behind a corner she hadn’t noticed. “How much?”

She looked over to see an obese older man. He appeared to have managed to get a little drunk by mid-day. He hadn’t shaved today. His eyes were lusty as they openly caressed her tits and tail.

“Not for sale,” replied Brianna instinctively.

Oh no. She could feel her choices coming. Choice 1: Before she accepted or rejected a proposition, she’d need to suggest also doing something more humiliating. Choice 2: Before she accepted or rejected a proposition, she’d need to suggest also doing something painful. She didn’t like being humiliated, but she liked pain even less. She chose the first choice: Before she accepted or rejected a proposition, she’d need to suggest also doing something more humiliating. She had rejected the last proposition, so apparently this rule wouldn’t kick in until the next proposition.

She sighed, this was what she’d been trying to avoid. She knew that within an hour she’d have to edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door. She decided she should do it now. It might be hard to edge after time with V, or it might interrupt their time. If she did it now, V would release the sexual tension she was about to build up. The hotel lobby had a public ladies’ room. She went there.

The ladies’ room was completely empty. Whatever event the hotel was hosting seemed to involve mostly men. She entered the last stall, stripped off her clothes and espadrilles, and knelt nude on the floor facing out. She pulled out her vibrator to help her get sexually excited. She stroked herself and fantasized. She got herself more and more sexually aroused. She needed to get this done in a hurry. She was about to see V anyway, so she fantasized about sex with V. That was successful in relatively little time. Too successful. She stood up, flushed and needy. Her wet cunt begged for the job to be completed. She put both palms on the wall for a moment. She worked to suppress her powerful urge to continue masturbating.

She was now terribly horny. As far as she was concerned, V couldn’t arrive soon enough. Her fantasies of getting fucked by V continued in her mind. She put her clothes and espadrilles back on. They didn’t cover much. She left the stall and carefully touched up her make-up. She was paying V, but she wanted to be a knock-out for him when he saw her. She had wanted V for years. She had self-denied this pleasure. She would now embrace the pleasure.

Brianna exited the ladies’ room. She hurried to a slightly hidden part of the lobby where a column protruded from the wall. She tried to make herself invisible while impatiently waiting for V.