Brianna arrived at Tony’s mansion a few minutes early. He’d warned her of severe consequences if she disappointed him and missed this Saturday night party. He knew about her rules. He was her mentor as well as her agent. She had no doubt that he could and would follow through.

She looked down at her outfit. At least he’d like what she was wearing. Larry had given her some suggestions about her appearance that had become new rules. She had ended up with a rule that she had to show off more of her breasts, such as showing lots more cleavage, for a year. She had hoped that meeting with V would get rid of the rule about showing off her breasts, but now it was permanent for a year. Due to the no-panties rule, she could only wear short skirts and dresses with short skirts. Now much of her wardrobe was off-limits to her. Tony had required her to dress up, so she’d selected the one fancy outfit she had meeting the requirements. It had been a gift, but she had never dared to wear it before.

Brianna’s bright red gown fully exposed her back, from below a thin neckline strap to the top of her buttocks, with the top of her buttocks peeking out. Her front was not modest either. Her gown’s front top consisted of two vertical strips that strategically covered most of the front of her breasts, while leaving her belly button and cleavage completely exposed. It had built-in cups — it wasn’t possible to wear a normal bra in this gown. The cups were carefully designed to hold her breasts high while also ensuring an ample display of her side boobs and cleavage. The outfit required special tape in places for it to stay on her at all. The designer had called it a gown due to its expensive material, not due to its skirt length. The tight skirt ended before it got halfway down her thighs. A side slit ensured that even more leg would show whenever she walked. She had matched it with high red heels. Brianna would have to move slowly and carefully for her clothing to stay on at all. Her butt was sore, making her even more aware of her body.

She had so many rules. No telling. No resisting or complaining. No penalizing. No panties, and only wear short skirts or dresses with short skirts. Spend an hour with her mentor every week while nude. Get drunk at a singles bar two nights in a row, with up to four days break. That would start again tomorrow night. If she didn’t accept a sexual proposition from a man, accept one of two new rules created from her subconscious. Within an hour of not accepting a proposition, edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door. For the next year, she had to grow out her hair and wear clothes to display at least some of her breasts.

Brianna steeled herself for the night. She expected to get fucked tonight, at least once, by Tony. Maybe she could learn something to give her insight about what had happened to her. Maybe she could learn something that would help her escape. She could only hope.

She walked through the gate, up the path to the mansion, and rang the doorbell. The front door opened. Binks smiled back. Binks was Tony’s assistant, somewhere between a personal assistant, jack of all trades, and butler. Brianna had met Binks many times before. Binks was dressed in a tuxedo, bow tie, and white gloves. He was also wearing a learing expression as he looked over Brianna’s outfit. Brianna suspected that Binks knew everything. “Brianna! Welcome in!,” Binks exclaimed. Brianna walked into the large sumptuous foyer. The foyer included a sweeping staircase on the left side that led up to the second floor. Upstairs the staircase connected to a balcony that oversaw the foyer below. Binks ushered her toward the dining room that connected to the foyer.

Brianna went to the dining room. A small set of hors d’oeuvres were laid out on a buffet table, with shrimp, caviar, and some other foods that Brianna didn’t recognize. She heard male laughter. Some other people entered the dining room from another entrance.

Four men and three women walked in. The men wore tailored suits and looked to be in their forties. The women were in their twenties and wore fancy dresses. Brianna recognized two of the women, both blondes. They were acquaintances who were also aspiring actresses represented by Tony. Brianna had never been mean to them. It wasn’t smart to make enemies unnecessarily. She had also been careful to not be too friendly with them. They were some of her career’s more threatening competition.

Brianna wondered if they were also stuck with rules. She was sure she couldn’t directly ask the question. As she wondered, one of the older men gruffly spoke to one of the blonde women. “Get me some food, bitch.” “Yes, sir,” she replied, with a deep curtsy as she spread out her skirt and bowed to show off her ample bosom to him. Brianna decided her question had been answered. She looked again at the men. She feared she was also one of the hors d’oeuvres.

Another man walked up to her. “Hello, you must be Brianna. Call me John.” She looked him over. His suit was well-tailored to him. His shoes smelled of money. He wasn’t bad-looking either. Her instincts started to kick in. She thought that with a little flirting, she might get free things and give him nothing in return. Always a fun game. She paused. Things were different now, thanks to her rules. Flirting with men wouldn’t end with her getting her way. Flirting with men would end with her putting out instead. She almost certainly didn’t dare reject a proposition. Anyone who knew Tony, like this man, was especially dangerous. He might know about her rules. If he did, she might be the one giving him everything while getting nothing in return.

Brianna guardedly replied, “Yes, I’m Brianna Kishka. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She watched him look her body over. Given her revealing outfit and toned body, it would have been surprising if he didn’t look her over. He looked her over far longer than was socially acceptable. She knew better than to object. He looked over at Tony, who had entered the room. John nodded his head.

Tony said, “John, please give Binks and me one moment to talk with Brianna.”

“Of course,” said John.

Tony and Binks walked to Brianna, while John walked into the foyer. Tony commanded, “Brianna, tonight I want you to do everything John tells you to do. Do everything in your power to please him tonight. Binks?” Binks said, “Brianna, do everything Tony told you to do.” Brianna glared at Tony. If she left now, she’d get two rules. If she did go to John, she’d have to do whatever he said, or she would get three rules and one would be permanent. There was one way to avoid all those rules, to do everything to please John tonight. She decided she had to obey and please John. “You bastard,” she said to Tony. “You sold me out didn’t you? You’re a bastard pimp who’s making me a prostitute.”

Tony smiled like a lizard who had caught his prey. “Oh honey, I don’t think you’re good enough to be called a prostitute. The word whore better suits you. You’re not going to get any of the money, so I think slut is a better word for you. It’s time to admit that. Admit to us both you’re a slut.”

“Yes,” said Binks, “do tell us that.”

Brianna didn’t want to do that, but she knew disobedience wasn’t worth two rules. She looked into Tony’s eyes and said, “yes, sir, I’m a slut.” She turned to Binks and repeated her admission.

Tony grinned. “Go to your John now, slut. He’s waiting for you in the foyer.”

Brianna glared. She couldn’t see how to escape the situation. She obediently went to the foyer. The man called John slowly looked her body over. He brazenly undressed her with his eyes. He said, “Tony suggested that we ‘talk’ in the room at the top of the stairs. Ladies first,” he said, gesturing toward the stairs and staring straight at her hemline.

Brianna sighed. What a pervert. He clearly wanted a look up her skirt. She was required to do everything she could to give him a good time. She sashayed to the stairs and slowly walked up them. His eyes followed her eagerly. She knew she needed to do everything she could to please him. Near the top of the steps she turned around, bent one leg slightly, and turned so he could see far up her skirt. He smirked as she showed off her bare naked pussy. After a giving him a solid look, she finished ascending the stairs and went into the room across from the stairs. A queen-sized four-poster bed dominated the room. She heard him ascend the stairs and close the door behind her. She continued to stare at the bed, facing away from him. She knew there was no escape.

She steeled up her courage, knowing there was only one way forward. Tony had sold her body for the night. All alternatives were worse. She falteringly said, while still facing away, “what would please you the most?” She knew she had to do everything she could to please him, or a disaster would happen next.

She heard him step close behind her. She felt his breath on her right ear. His hands began caressing her shoulders. She felt him unclasp her dress at the back of her neck. He slowly peeled her dress off her body. The material dropped to the floor around her feet. His hands covered her shoulders. His hands soon descended to cup her bare breasts and he began stroking her sensitive nipples. Brianna’s heart raced and she opened her mouth to begin panting in fear. Brianna was still facing away from him, but her naked body was now under the complete control of a stranger.