Blackmailed And Punished, Part 2

I knelt in the corner for several more minutes until he walked over and roughly pulled me to my feet with the leash. Once I was standing, he pulled the plug out of my sore ass before removing the clamps on my nipples and the cuffs from my wrists, but leaving the gag in place.

“Get in there and clean yourself quickly and thoroughly,” he ordered as he threw his still-damp towel at me. “And don’t you dare cum while you wash yourself or you will be very sorry.  Now hurry up. I’ve got some special plans for you.”

I hurried to the shower and let the warm water wash all over me before lathering up. My cock was still hard and I stroked it gently a few times. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew that if I did,  he’d know and I didn’t want to know what he had in store for me if I disobeyed.   I scrubbed my body down and quickly rinsed off. As I was drying off, I could hear him on the phone.

“Yeah, I’ve got him bitched out real good,” he laughed. “He’s out of the shower now. I’ll prepare him. See you soon.”

I got a sinking feeling in my gut. Now, it seemed, he was planning on sharing me. Pimping me out. He truly intended to make me his whore.

I sucked it up and walked back into the room.

“Drop the towel,” he growled at me as I entered. “Get over here.”

I tossed the towel onto the writing desk and approached him.

“So, you didn’t jack off,  I see,” he said as he began to stroke me. “I’m a little disappointed. I was going to beat you real good if you did.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” I tried to say through the ball-gag.

“No matter,” he said, casually. “On your knees, bitch.”

I did as I was told and knelt down in front of him. He put the collar back around my neck, cuffed my wrists behind my back, then jerked me to my feet and led me to a round table he’d pulled out to the center of the room near the bed. Without a word,  he grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me to bend over it.  He tied the leash off to the center support of the table and then tied my ankles to two of the three “feet” at the bottom, spreading my legs wide.

“There we go,” he told me. “Now you’re all ready for your surprise.” He whacked my bare ass as he walked away. “Perhaps some entertainment while we wait.” A moment later, he set a laptop computer on the edge of the bed where I could see it and a couple of clicks later, a four-way split screen popped up.

“I’ve set it to my favorite part,” he told me as he started the video. At first,  I thought it was just some run-of-the-mill hotel porn with some bitch getting pounded from behind, but to my horror, I realized that I was watching myself get fucked. I groaned and looked away as I saw a close up of my own face as I begged him to cum in my ass.

My Master got to his feet, stepped behind me and grabbed me by the balls. He squeezed and ordered me to watch. I spun my head back around immediately as he laughed.

“You watch this. I want you to see this. As long as you obey, this will be my own private property. However, if you ever fail to report when I summon you, I’ll post this on every trashy porn site on the ‘net. You’ll be a porn star slut. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I said through the gag. “I understand, Master.”

On the screen, he was crawling off of me, but my attention quickly turned to the sound of keys in the door. I panicked and stiffened when the door opened. It was Felix,  the night manager of the hotel and he was carrying an overnight bag over his shoulder and a grocery bag in his hand.

“Well, it looks like y’all started the party without me,” he said with an evil grin.

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