Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back - Sex Stories

Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back

... I was still completely naked except for my shoes. Common sense was starting to come back to me, the plug was still inside me but I was no longer consumed by nothing but sex. The usual sense of disbelief was there, the shame not so much, I was getting used to it I guess, letting strangers fuck me. Besides while Henry couldn't believe it when I started screwing men and enjoying it Katrina was a sexy woman, both the old me and the new wanted her. It was still stupid of course, I needed to be finding solutions to my problems not fucking around, but one problem was no where to sleep and handcuffed to a bed was better than a shop doorway. As I reflected Katrina went to her hand bag and took out her mobile. Calling someone she looked at me, all splayed and helpless. Her eyes had changed, I don't know how exactly but something was wrong. “Sir, I have a new girl for you. Submissive little bimbo. Dark hair, white skin. C cup. Probably fetch £100,000 easily. Ok, ok, ok. Goodbye sir.” This, needless to say, worried me. “What the hell was that!?” I asked “What you thought you just sat in a bar and a beautiful older woman was so infatuated with a girl dressed like a $20 hooker that she brought her home? You are through the rabbit hole now slut; in the morning a nice man will take you away, you will do as you are told. You will be taught to obey and trained to be a good slut slave, that should come easily to you. Then you will be sold to another nice man, what happens after that I don't ...

... know, or care.” Her tone was hard, not vicious but businesslike. She had clearly done this before, probably many times “You bitch! Let me go!” I screamed, straining against the cuffs “I am going to take a bath, you are going to calm down, this is your life now slut.” I screamed some more hoping that someone in another room might hear me, no one seemed to. I did calm down though just like she said but this was not going to be my life. As I calmed I was able to think, thinking is a good way of solving problems. In the bathroom I heard the taps stop and knew that Katrina was hopefully occupied for a little while. You see one thing that magicians learn is how to deal with restraints, some people go all out an become escape artists but plenty of regular stage magic needs you to slip out of things. Katrina thought I was an actress, maybe a whore, but I was a magician. The hand cuffs were real steel but they were not closed very tightly over my tiny wrists. Even so I lost some skin freeing my right hand, the left soon followed. It had taken three minutes and I hadn't been as quiet as I would have liked, still Katrina gave no sign of returning. My heart was pounding in my head as I removed the thick dildo from my pussy and slipped off the bed. I was NOT going to be sold to some Ukrainian mob boss, and something told me that I wouldn't win a fight against Katrina. Quiet was what I needed now, silence and a quick exit. Still I couldn't go naked and this was an opportunity. Quiet as I ...