Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7

... very degrading towards me. I think she was jealous of me and daddy. She once told her friend that there was something sexual going on between me and my Father. Nothing could be further from the truth. I loved my daddy, we would cuddle together but it was never in a sexual way. That was when I left home. Now she was threatening to go to the celebrity magazines and tell them a bunch of lies about me and Master. With Master’s permission I agreed to meet with her and see if there was a way to get out of this situation. Master and I met her in the restaurant located on the first floor of the Wilkerson Hotel. We were there having drinks when she was brought to our table. She was still a stunning young woman of 29. She was seated and ordered a drink. I introduced her to Master. She immediately asked about my collar and I explained that I was his slave. She rolled her eyes and laughed. That’s when Master, who had been quiet up till now, told her in no uncertain terms, that if she didn’t give back the money, that he would contact his lawyer and sue her for every penny she and her current husband had. She started to cry, saying that she married her current husband for money and he had fallen on hard times and lost everything. She explained that she had spent the money to stop the foreclosure of their home. Gayle told Master that if he tried to sue her, she would go to the gossip rags and spill all his secrets if he didn’t write her a big check today. I was crying. Master sweetly touch ...

... my face and wiped my tears away. He told Gayle that if she would come upstairs to his penthouse, he would write her a check. I squeezed his hands because I didn’t want him to do that, but I didn’t say anything because I figured he didn’t want our lifestyle made public. Master made a call upstairs, I had assumed it was to let Chloe know we were coming up. But when the elevator to our floor opened up, Michael, Master’s driver, was there with a black bag and quickly placed it over Gayle’s head and she was dragged into the penthouse. Master and Michael restrained Gayle to a chair in the den and removed the bag. I still didn’t know what was going on. Gayle was screaming that she was going to press charges for k**napping. She was calling me a slut because I was now naked except for my collar. When Master started to talk with Gayle, he explained that what she had done with the money from the salon, she could go to prison for a long time. That she would lose everything she had, including her home. Master said that he would agree to write her a check for $1,100,000 but on one condition that was not negotiable. Her ears perked up when she heard that figure. Master told her that she would have to submit to him for the next three days, from Friday until Sunday. She would be his personal slave and would have to do everything he requested without hesitation. She was quiet, mulling over his offer. I was still lost. Did Master want her to become part of the pod? Was he attracted to her? When ...