Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2007 17:37:33 -0800 (PST) From: Brian Bqueman Subject: Hookup Gone Bad Part 3 I woke up bright and early Saturday morning. I couldn't get comfortable sleeping in the bathtub and shivered in the cold. I couldn't do anything but wait. I ended up drowsing off again only to be shocked awake when Jon turned on the shower, spraying freezing cold water onto me. I have to be in hell, When is this going to end. "Morning bitch." He said. "Lets get that nasty smell off of you. Why do you have to stink so much?" He reached into the tub and took off my gag. I moved my soar mouth. It felt nice to be able to finally close my jaw. "Sorry buddy, but we just don't need that ring gag anymore." Instead he strapped a ball gag into my mouth. Now I couldn't talk at all. He turned off the cold water. "So are you ready to stop playing bitch?" he asked looking into my eyes. I nodded my head. My poor body needed a break. I never wanted to get on that leather site again and no matter how hot Jon was I never wanted to sleep with him again either. This was just too much for me. "Ok then, here is the deal." He said with a smirk on his face. "I have got you under my control right now, I fucking own that tight ass of yours. When you let me into your place you gave up your freedom." I didn't like the sound of this. "If you want out you have to buy your freedom. I can give you a couple different options of course." A shiver went down my back. This was just going from bad to worse. "You can perform for me online, and earn me some cash, you can whore yourself out and earn the money, or you can just join my collection of slaves at home and service my boyfriend and I until we tire of you." He reached down and took off my gag again. At first I was shocked he had a boyfriend, he must have known from the beginning he was going to fuck me over in this hookup, and then his proposition sank in and the fear set in again. "I..I.. have money in my bank account... I can sell some things here in my apartment... uhh.. I can work overtime.." I stuttered. None of his options appealed to me. I would pay anything right now to end this all, and to get him out of here. He glared down at me, pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke. "No you have no life right now, you don't work for anyone but me. I told you how you can pay me off." "Please, I... I... think I made a mistake, I never wanted any of this" I started to cry again. "I know. The thing is I don't care. You should have been more careful, not my problem. Now you are going to do things my way or you never get to have your own life again." He leaned in and gave me a smoky kiss. I was so repulsed. "So whats it going to be? You either give me an answer now or I will simply add you to my collection back home." I didn't want to do any of it. But as I gave it more thought, I really didn't want any of my friends to see me online, and defiantly didn't want to be a slave for the rest of my life. "I.... guess I will be your whore." I said meekly staring down into the tub, tears streaming down my face. I could not understand what was going on anymore. "Then we need to get to work." Nobody wants sex with a prissy ass bitch like you. Not my clients at least. With that he helped me up in the tub, reached down and unlocked my feet so I could walk and led me into the kitchen. He sat me down on one of the stools and brought over his bag. He pulled out his cell phone and called up a friend. "He Dave, I need you to come over. I have a new bitch that will need some finishing touches on his makeover once I finish up." He smiled as he looked at me and told him to be here in an hour and gave Dave my address." He combed back my hair and proceeded to dye it. Once he had finished changing my hair color to deep red he pulled out some clippers. "Come on, I said I would be your whore, what are you doing this for, my friends at work are going to laugh when they see my hair red like this." "Damn you are one thick bitch. How many times do I have to tell you, until you buy your freedom to work for me, and you have to follow my dress code. Shut up while I work. Here have a smoke." "No thanks I don't smoke." I said "Well now is as good of time as any to start. Most of my clients are smokers and they prefer to fuck smoking bitches." He stuffed the cigarette into my mouth and lit. I hadn't had anything to eat and I was nervous as hell, so I pulled on the cigarette to calm myself. Of course I coughed, I knew I would hate smoking, just as I knew I fucking hated being told what to do. He plugged in his clippers and I watched as he shaved off clumps of my hair. I was left with a patch down the middle. I had never had a Mohawk before. He died the tips of my hair yellow and then stylized the Mohawk for me. Since my hands were behind my back the cigarette still dangled in my lips, I didn't dare spit it out, just continued to casually smoke it, cough and watch it get closer and closer to the butt. He wouldn't let me spit it out, he scared the hell of me. Finally he took it out, I was relieved. He only put in another. Thats when I heard the buzzer signaling the arrival of Dave.