The Keyholder / Chapter 2

 The following is complete fiction. Any similarities between people and/or events is pure coincidence.

Themes in this story include chastity, maledom, and humiliation.

The smell of Master's breakfast, the eggs and toast I had made for him was making my stomach growl. It had been almost two solid days since I was allowed to have anything to eat besides his leftover scraps. The bread crusts I was given for dinner last night had gotten stale and hard as rocks. I rolled my head gently, trying to create some space between the cold steel of my collar and my neck. Drawing a deep breath in, I casually flipped a pancake for his breakfast and cursed my new life under my breath.

Each step sent the belt between my legs cutting into my skin.  Master smirked gently, putting the newspaper down before pointing to the empty place in front of him. As soon as the plate hit the table, his hand found its way to my bare skinned ass. I cringed heavily as my ass stung and he smacked once again. I could tell he enjoyed watching me in pain as he pointed to the floor. "Kneel." He growled, as I sunk to my knees.

"How much have you earned this month, you useless cunt?"
"Before your cut? Twenty whole dollars," I paused, gritting my teeth. "Sir."
"You'd better work harder, but you're going to be in the red this month since I'm buying you some extra clients." He smirked once again, as he loved to do.

My face turned a violent red as I did everything I could do to keep myself from attacking him. He laughed gently, patting my cheek in his demeaning way. "I bought you a sweet little gift of an advertisement over some crappy urinals in the bar. '$5 blowjobs all day'. We've got quite a few clients lined up. Maybe if you're nice, they'll take advantage of you more often." He paused, taking a few moments to chew his egg. "Your little ad set you back about $500 too."

My cheeks burned once again at the idea of him spending money I didn't have. I was already in debt to him nearly a thousand dollars thanks to his trumped-up charges. "Perhaps you need some practice before you get in there and piss off potential clients." I stood up for a moment before cutting my eyes towards him.

"I almost forgot!" He growled gently, gripping my arm roughly. "Time for your daily tease." He smirked gently, guiding me back to the basement. He often made comments about it being my new home with a built-in office. I'd often see my "clients" in there with my cuffs locked to the back of my belt. He quickly clipped my cuffs above my head, suspending me. He skillfully unlocked the belt as my slit began to bead.

"Wet already? We've done this every day for six months. You know you won't get to cum until I'm paid, and yet you still get wet for me." He grinned once again, sliding his fingers along my slit. "We're going to have fun, sweetie."

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