My mind’s fog was shattered by the pain from throughout my body. It seemed as if every muscle was sore.

My arms, legs and neck ached from the position I’d been forced to remain in for hours the night before. My ass and pussy were raw and caked in cum from the dozen cocks that had repeatedly found pleasure in them Saturday night. My jaws even hurt when I groaned as I tried to move.

I lay still for several moments, afraid to encourage my body to torture me, and it was during this time that I realized that the only element of my life that was wrecked more badly than my physical self was my career.
After I’d fallen asleep in his bed, Andre Gregory – my boss and now, it seemed, my Master – had removed the posture collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs from me, leaving me completely naked. When I finally tried to move off the bed, my legs gave and I whimpered as I crashed to the floor on my hands and knees.

“What the fuck have I done?” was my only thought as I remained on all fours, silently debating with myself over the merits of trying to stand.

I turned back toward Andre’s bed and climbed up its side till I was on my knees, leaning against it.

Andre startled me when his hands cupped my armpits and lifted me to my feet. He turned me slowly, as if he understood the agony I was in, and held me close to him as he kissed me good morning.

After ending the kiss, Andre lifted me from the floor and carried me to the living room, sitting in the recliner that matched his sofa, holding me.

My feelings toward Andre were growing increasingly complicated. As he held me, I felt protected, perhaps even loved. Having him inside me, though challenging, felt natural, as if he belonged there. But the collar, the cuffs, and the gangbang – and with those participants, in particular – left me feeling degraded, humiliated.

“Why have you done this to me?” I asked, in little more than a whisper.

Andre didn’t respond immediately, as if choosing his words carefully.

“Gabi, each day for the past six months we’ve worked side by side,” he began. “I’ve been overwhelmed by everything about you; your intelligence, your strength, your beauty. At some point – and I can’t tell you exactly when it happened – I decided I had to have you in a way and with an intensity that I’ve never experienced with another woman.”

Andre’s words nearly caused me to melt into him.

“And enslaving me is the way to do that?” I replied.

“The only way, I think,” said Andre.

Dominance and submission have never been part of my life. Yes, I’ve read some things that had left me curious, but I’ve always been independent and somewhat untrusting. I’ve never met a man who had the strength to dominate me, nor who could earn a deep enough trust for me to allow it.

Until Andre, that is.

“Yes, Master,” I said.

Andre hugged me tight, causing me to whimper from my body’s underlying pain.

“You were a big hit last night,” Andre said.

“And I’ve the excruciating pain this morning to prove it,” I sighed. “Not to mention that I’m not sure how I’ll ever face any of those men again.”

“I don’t recall it being your face that commanded their attention,” he said with a smirk.

Andre then stood from the recliner, lifting me with him. He walked through the kitchen and onto the deck, and I noticed that beneath the pergola, he’d set up what appeared to be a massage table and that on the dining table was a tray with sliced fruit, pitchers of orange juice and water, and a couple of glasses.

He carried me to the massage table, placed me face down and began to rub me.

“Relax, pet,” he said. “Master will make it better.”

My eyes shut as Andre worked the soreness from my body, again reminding me of the genuine care he had for me. I remained still, savoring the way his hands felt against me as he slowly, meticulously unknotted my muscles.

Andre spent perhaps half an hour caring for me as I lay on my tummy, then rolled me over and began working on my front.

“Your labia’s swollen,” he said as he massaged my right thigh
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“A dozen dicks will do that,” I said, trying not to smile at his attempt at humor.

“Then I’ll be gentle when I fuck you later,” he said, and then he laughed when I noticeably cringed.

The realization hit me that I hadn’t taken a birth control pill since Friday. Though I was in the latter stage of my cycle, it was still a concern.

“Did you grab my pills from my apartment?