Jodie's New Life

Jodie swallowed every drop as her master fucked her mouth for the final few moments. Her master felt drained, and as taught; she kept her head on his manhood. Allowing him to relax and recover for a few minutes, and enjoy the sensations wash over him. Jodie was delighted to be allowed to pleasure her master. That was her purpose. That was why she was here. She continued to hold his cock in her mouth, applying light pressure to make her master feel good, and she cupped his balls to give them a place to rest. This was her favourite position. She worked hard for master, and he felt relaxed because of it. Making him feel good was her purpose, and she didn't matter.

Finally, he gave the signal, and she slipped her master's now soft cock from her mouth. They were still attached by strings of saliva and sex juice, but Jodie quickly lapped them all up with her hands and sucked them clean. She licked her finger clean of his anus and made a show to her master, just to show she would do anything for him. It was horrible, but she didn't care about the taste now. She was a slut and her feelings didn't matter.

Jodie stood submissively waiting for further instructions. Her master composed himself, did up his trousers, and walked towards his desk. He found a pen and paper, and Jodie sat down behind it. She knew what she had to do. Her master dictated everything she needed to write down. He told her to explain how she had found a boyfriend, she was moving away, and she didn't want to be found. She signed it with her signature and gave it to her master to do with it as he wanted.

Her master then told Jodie she was to carry out her final instructions. Jodie understood. This was her destiny ever since she had been controlled by her master. She knew she was his property now, and she was to remain so. She understood that, but her family and the world couldn't possibly understand that. They were wrong, and her master was right. She was his fuckslut. His cocksucking whore whose only job was to suck cock and make money for her master. This was all Jodie could think about now. There was only one thing she could do. Jodie would have to run, and hide.

After packing light clothing and making sure to cover her tracks as instructed, taking different methods of transport and wearing different clothes, she took a detour to a strange part of the city where she had never been before. She was told there would be a car waiting for her, and there was. Master was always right. It had black tinted windows and was clearly waiting for her.

She climbed in the front to find her master at the wheel. He smiled at her, and knowingly, she smiled back. Her pussy throbbed at his presence, but the chastity belt she sat on stopped her from touching herself. Her master got them moving as she received her new instructions. Jodie was going to be moved a few hundred miles away. There would be a new gloryhole waiting for her, and Jodie was to work there for master all hours of the day. She was told doing this was now her purpose, and it would make him very happy. Jodie squealed in her seat and this knowledge. Jodie had gotten so good at sucking cock it was obvious to her that this was the best way to serve master.

The next thing she was told was that Jodie would be forever locked inside her little room, with no possibility of leaving. It was simply too dangerous for her master if she was found. She was warned she would never see her master again, but for his safety it was better this way. She was disappointed, but she remembered was a slut and her feelings didn't matter. She knew her purpose now would be to suck cock all day and provide money for her master, even though she would never see him again.

It was the only way, she understood now. Previously she had been a sulky little teenager who had no friends or a future, but now master had given her a better life. She was to serve him and remember him, and suck cock for him. She was a slut, and her feelings didn't matter. She repeated the mantra over and over in her head, as it gave her pleasure in submitting to her master.

Jodie blew her master 3 times on the journey. It would be her last bodily pleasures she could provide for him before he left for good. Jodie lapped up all his cum and realised how lucky she was to be allowed to serve him. Her family would never understand. The world would never understand. But Jodie was a slut for her master, and that's all the mattered. She hoped she was never found, and would forever be allowed to make money for her master. Even though she would never see him again.

Eventually they arrived. They turned on a deserted side street inside another worn down city. Jodie was escorted by her master to a block of apartments, where she descended down some stairs towards a set of doors. After bouncers let her in, her master took her towards a row of rooms. Her master confidently strode across the hallway, almost as if he'd been here before. He told her to strip naked and leave her clothes with him, as her master revealed a set of keys, and unlocked a thick metal door to one of the rooms. Her master pushed it wide and ordered her to enter the room.

Jodie eagerly stepped inside her dark prison cell. She only had a small basement window for light, as her master casually shut the door on her, and turned the key to bring the heavy mechanism back into place, locking her inside. The keys were removed from the other side, and Jodie heard steps as her master walked away from her. She would never see him again.

Not even a goodbye?... Jodie felt empty and confused. She looked down and ran her fingers under the smooth curve of her chastity belt. Her locked pussy symbolised a representation of her lifelong servitude to her master. A warm feeling filled her body as she was reminded of her new purpose. She was here to suck cock and provide money for her master. That was it. If her master didn't care about her, so be it. She was serving him and obeyed his orders without question. She was a slut, and her own feelings didn't matter.

She looked around. Apart from her window, she could see her new spartan quarters consisted only of a thin mattress, a worn blanket, and a floor hole clearly meant for her waste. This obviously used to be a prison cell and it would now become her new home. A gloryhole had been calved out of her sidewall, allowing patrons to use Jodie for their pleasure.

Suddenly, the light coming from her window evaporated. Shutters had fallen across the bars as Jodie concluded they had control over when she received sunlight. A red light came on above her, giving the room some night time ambience. She looked around, and saw the gloryhole staring right back at her across her tiny space. She would suck cock all hours of the day. Ten? Twenty? Fifty? Maybe even a hundred! The familiar imagine of cock in her mouth entered Jodie's mind as her mouth watered in anticipation. Her pussy reacted and begged for her attention as her fingers were denied access once again. Jodie settled for roughly handling her small breasts and squeezing her nipples, as she thought of all the men she would be pleasuring. The naked girl sat on her mattress in full view of the camera above her, as she squeezed and moaned. Maybe they were watching her? Jodie realised. She didn't care. She was a slut.

As giving pleasure remained her only thought, a cock slowly appeared through the gloryhole. Jodie suddenly snapped back to reality as she couldn't look away from the manhood presented to her. She shivered in anticipation as she realised she would be sucking her first coc in her new home. It was long, but thin, and Jodie knew she had just the talent set that would satisfy him. This was good. Jodie felt so content. Slowly her naked body fell across the floor towards her new station. Her chastity belt rubbing against her legs as she shifted.

She sunk submissively below the manhood, and stuck out her tongue and lapped up his musky scent. The sensations sent electric waves through her body as Jodie finally understood her purpose in life. Jodie would stay here forever; she never wanted to leave. Her hand jerked him up and down as she peppered the penis with love. It was love for her master. It was love for cock. It was love for her new purpose. She would never have friends, or family again. She would never have a husband. She would never have a life. She would never cum. She would never think freely again. It had all been taken from her. And Jodie could do nothing about it. But Jodie didn't want to do anything about it. She knew she was owned. She was a slut, and her feelings didn't matter.

Jodie resolved that if her master wanted her to stay here and suck cock; that's what she would do. Her family would look for her, she was sure, but they would never find her. Her master saw to that. The police would be satisfied with her clever note, she understood. She would be able to stay here forever and fulfil her purpose. Jodie felt amazing as sexual pleasure washed through her. Her delight shaking through her whole body. She would be stuck here, with no way out, but to continue to work hard for her master. Jodie smiled at the realisation as she worked hard on the cock between her lips.

Jodie continued, and after a few minutes, cum was sliding down her throat as she satisfied her first customer. His cock left the gloryhole, and Jodie knew she was doing what her master wanted her to do. She would become an empty slut who just sucked cock. That was her purpose. That was all she was now. Jodie tried to slip a finger underneath her belt again to stroke her clit, but she couldn't relieve herself of her sexual pain. She wished she could just be allowed to cum too, but she knew that never was her purpose.

She was just a slut, Jodie knew, and now her feelings did not matter anymore...