Moving on

The second idiom playing through his mind was not to look a gift horse in the mouth, it was all pre-paid and pre-booked, they didn't ask for any financial details from him, so he was struggling to see how this could be a scam. Part of him thought it may be a prank, but anyone willing to dole out this amount of cash on a prank would be planning something so big Mike felt he had to at least see what it is.

The log cabin looked as idyllic as it had done in the pictures as Mike stepped out of the taxi. His interviewer was already waiting at the door for him, with a cameraman to film his arrival and follow him up the path.

"Mike, thanks for coming, let's get you miked up and in position shall we?" The interviewer asked. She seemed familiar but Mike could not quite figure out where from. She took him through to two rustic brown leather chairs set up looking over a scenic river valley and Mike took his seat. That chair seemed weird and lumpy, possibly a technique to make him feel uncomfortable during the interview, make him squirm cinematically for the accusations that were about to come.

"So I'm here with Mike Hunt and before we start I have to ask, is that your real name?"

"It is not, no. I kind of regret it these days but it is my brand so there's no way of going back on it." Mike honestly replied.

"So let's talk about your brand, you engage in the more degrading type of sexual encounter." The interviewer prompted. It was not a question but it was clear Mike was supposed to respond to this.

"Yeah, at first that was all ego, I wanted to be the big man and have girls doing anything to please me, but over time it's gotten more subtle than that, some women like the experience and I am a specialist in giving it to them." Mike explained.

"This epiphany of yours, would that be why your videos have become more extreme recently?"

"Pretty much yeah. It used to be I would hire a model and see how far I could push them, real dirtbag stuff. Now I've found if I recruit in fetish clubs and online communities, show them what I have to offer, and set the ground rules ahead of time, yeah the models are not as polished but they go much further which drives viewership up more than the vanilla stuff."

"And this new outlook for you, what part did Elizabeth Kim play in it?" The interviewer enquired, wrong footing Mike a little.

"From what I understand Elizabeth is a private person, she doesn't like to be brought up in these sorts of settings." He deflectedly replied.

"No worries Mike, Elizabeth has already told us her side of the story. How you came to her attention through shooting a movie at one of her properties and were not very nice to her throughout your engagement. She told us that she would have been interested in starring in one of your movies if you hadn't been so unpleasant to her."

"That's the long and short of it, although I'm not sure if she was telling the truth or torturing me. At first I changed my ways in some vain hope that she was truthful, then she would see me being nice and agree to have degrading sex with me, but after a while I saw the results I was getting for my movies just from investing a little understandinh and patience, and I forgot all about trying to trick a celebrity to sleep with me. Jordan Foxx appeared on my channel and got our highest ever viewership, she later told me she only agreed to do the experimental stuff with me because her friends told her how nice I was and what a fun experience that had had. Usually Jordan Foxx only does oiled up muscle girl stuff, but me being nice got a woman who could snap me in two, tied up and calling me master while I paddled her bottom."

"Is it hard changing your ways like that?"

"Absolutely, it was a huge hit to my ego to find out my childhood crush thought I was a prick, but it needed to happen. It still takes some mindfulness to ensure I don't fall back into old patterns, but my work is better and I'm happier as well. There's something nice lingering in my brain that I'm not being a jerk any more, giving women what they want rather than pressing them to do things they can't stand." Mark took a moment to organise his thoughts before looking directly at the camera. "If you're watching this, thanks Elizabeth, by standing up to me you made me a better person."

"You're welcome." Came a strained and muffled reply from beneath Mike. He stood up and looked around confused before the interviewer let out a little giggle.

"I suppose I should move on to the next part of our show then." The interviewer announced. She unzipped the leather coverings on the chair Mike had been sitting on, underneath there was a crude wooden frame, with padding running around the border, however on the place Mike had been sitting, he could clearly see he had been resting on a naked woman, turned upside down and tied into position so he was sitting on her bottom, her legs bent into position to make a backrest.

The cameraman took his position to capture the reveal and the look on Mike's face as the interviewer unclipped some straps and the naked woman unfurled from the chair until she was kneeling at Mike's feet. Mike was stunned silent at the sight of Elizabeth Kim, her eyes ravenously looking him up and down, her head shaved, with rings through her nipples and pierced septum ready to be pulled around by.

"Did I make a comfortable seat, master?" She asked, clearly signaling the real purpose of Mike's excursion. Mike stammered for a moment before remembering how he conducts himself in these situations.

"Not really, I think I'm going to have to tenderise that bottom of yours to make it softer. But before we start, safe words and red lines?"

"Safe word is conclusion, red lines are mentioning that sitcom or referring to me as Lizzy. Your assistant has more information." Elizabeth reported. Mike looked confused and turned around to see the interviewer now stripped down to a leather corset with plenty of chrome buckles and a garter connected to fishnet stockings. She was wearing a tiny black thong as well as leather cuffs and collars. Elizabeth had clearly drawn attention to her too early as she was still putting on her ballet heeled stilettos.

"You still don't remember me do you?" She asked. Mike cocked a quizzical eyebrow. "I had blonde hair..." she gave the pause as Mike's last chance to remember her on his own before finishing the sentence. "...when you filmed our video at Elizabeth's beach house."

Mike slapped his head, it was over a year ago now but that was no excuse for being so absentminded. He apologised to Ginger as she stood up to her full height and loomed over Elizabeth.

"No worry, we'll make plenty of memories this weekend."

"We have the whole weekend?"

"Oh yes, this is the owner's latest holiday home idea, if you rent this house, you get possession of the owner for the entire time you're here. Next door is a walk in cupboard full of toys and equipment for you to use. Plus our cameraman here is paid up for the weekend to record all the action so you don't have to worry about that." Ginger explained. "So what do you want to do first?"

"Well naturally I'll want to check out that walk in closet, but I don't want Elizabeth... you know that names not going to work for me, Bitch Slave! I don't want Bitch Slave here to feel abandoned do I?" Mike explained, he had shaken off his shock long enough to get into the rhythm of his performance and was now teasingly stroking Elizabeth. "Bitch Slave, have you ever eaten pussy before?"

"No master." Elizabeth diligently replied.

"Ginger, sit on Bitch Slave's face while I check out what I'm working with. If she doesn't make you cum by the time I get back there will be punishments" Mike ordered as his assistant diligently got to work.

Elizabeth was not lying when she said she had never eaten pussy, but she was curious about the sensation. She lay down on the ground as watched as Ginger stood over her, quickly moving her thong to one side before crouching down slowly but relentlessly until Elizabeth could feel her thighs comfortably sandwiching her head. She stretched out her tongue as the assistant's pussy descended onto her, then she began messily licking with all her might.

Elizabeth moaned and squirmed as she delved as deeply as she could into the pussy being smushed into her face. She had never known the taste of a women's juices before today and she was eager to drink while she could. Occasionally Ginger would squeeze her breasts or even give her freshly shaved pussy a light slap just to remind her to keep giving her all.

Elizabeth was starting to wonder what was taking Mike so long when she felt Ginger's thighs tighten around her head, Ginger grabbed her breasts and squeezed them so hard it felt like her acrylic nails were going to pierce her flesh, her loud moaning made it clear she was close to orgasm and under no circumstances was Elizabeth to stop.

As Ginger rolled off Elizabeth's moist face, she opened her eyes to see Mike standing there looking at her disapprovingly.

"You know how long I have been stood here waiting for you to make my assistant cum? Eight minutes and fourteen seconds. Believe me you are going to regret that in the future, until then I'm going to leave the prospect of punishment hanging above you like a sword of Damocles." He explained, pulling Elizabeth up to her knees with her sternum piercing. "So for this weekend what are you?"

"A Bitch Slave, master."

"Good, so what do you think I should write across your tits?"

"Bitch Slave, master."

"Right you are again." Mike took the black Sharpie out of the multi-coloured multipack in the walk in closet and watched Elizabeth moaned as the nib caressed her skin, leaving behind its degrading labelling. "You have quite a selection of toys, but I think we'll start with this seeing as it made such an impression during the podcast."

Mike clipped the electroshock collar around Elizabeth's neck and gave the remote a press to check it was working. Elizabeth moaned with painful delight.

"Did those podcasters know that this comes with strength settings? This little dial on the side here that's currently set to one. After all, you wouldn't want to give a chihuahua a shock designed for a St. Bernard would you? So let's see what setting number two feels like." Mike flicked the dial up one notch and pressed the button again, causing Elizabeth to shriek and fall to the ground. "Looking forward to us working our way up to 10 over the weekend?"

"Yes master." Elizabeth growled into the floorboards.

"Great, well let's get you tied up, I feel like breaking you in." Mike announced grabbing a significant length of rope and winding it out between his hands. "Ever since my new way of doing things, I've gotten especially well practiced at shibari, sit up straight, I'm going to make sure this squeezes you in all the right places."

Mike wrapped the rope around Elizabeth in an intricate pattern of loops and knots, occasionally he'd ask Ginger to help him pull something tight or hold a bit of rope while he looped it around. He finished off by looping the rope behind Elizabeth's back and trying her hands together. Elizabeth could feel the rope rubbing against her with every squirm and wiggle she made, if she tried to move her arms at all it would simultaneously choke her just the right amount while also digging itself into her pussy harder.

"Alright Bitch Slave, you look the part, now it's time to fuck you. Don't you worry, this won't be the last time this weekend." Mike handed Ginger a strap on, and while she got to work attaching it to herself he began applying a decent amount of lubricant to a moderately sized buttplug in Elizabeth's collection. He bent Elizabeth over the coffee table by the fireplace and eased the plug into her. Elizabeth had only recently begun experimenting with anal, she found it pleasurable in a painful sort of way so knew what she was letting herself in for when she stocked the closet with an extreme range of anal toys.

Elizabeth couldn't help but uncomfortably wiggle as Mike moved the shibari rope out of the way of her pussy. There was a slight pause as Mike slipped a condom over his penis, then all at once Elizabeth found his helmet pushing aside her labia while Ginger lifted her chin up and eased the strap on into her mouth. Suddenly Elizabeth felt completely filled, and then she felt herself gagging and squirming as Ginger and Mike got into a rhythm fucking her from both ends, each time she gagged the microphone in the collar would pick it up and give her a shock which only made her more excited.

The rope contorted and contracted as she felt herself pulled and pushed between the two shafts impaling her. She could barely catch her heavy breathing as her throat struggled against the rubber phallus assaulting her.

Elizabeth's pussy was already tingling before this began, but now it sung with each thrust of Mike's cock. The man she had spent so much time hating was now deep inside her, using her for his pleasure. She was now his possession by her own choices and actions, one orgasm seemed to blur into another as she spent the entire time in a state of uncomfortable bliss. Eventually she felt Mike surging inside of her before giving her bottom a hearty slap as he flopped out.

Ginger pulled out of her throat and Mike pulled her upright, before taking his used condom and upending it over her head.

"Fresh glazing, how does it feel having my sperm remind you that you shaved off all your hair in order to make a better dehumanised slave?"

"It feels so degrading." Elizabeth pleasurably moaned, sticking out her tongue to catch a trickle of his juices that had fallen down her cheek.

"Well now we need somewhere to put you while I wait to be ready to go again. It's a good thing you provided a nice dog kennel isn't it." Mike explained. Elizabeth had indeed provided a large travel kennel, basically a moderately sized cage with a plastic base on wheels, perfect for keeping a pet human who you didn't want to have any privacy. He wheeled it out but before Elizabeth could get in, he stopped her. Before he would let her in, he gagged her with a red ball gag. Content that she could no longer explain herself to anyone who stopped to talk, he untied Elizabeth's hands from the intricate shibari outfit to allow Elizabeth to crawl into the travel kennel.

Once inside, Elizabeth was ordered to lift her head up, Mike threaded some rope through the bars of the kennel, through Elizabeth's septum piercing, then back out the kennel, tying it off so Elizabeth had to keep her head up. Next he got some more rope and repeated the process with her nipple rings, pulling them tight until her breasts were pointing forward and their weight was partially held on her nipples. Next Mike did something that made Elizabeth moan in delicious fear, he began to wheel the kennel towards the front door.

"Oh sorry, with that gag on I suppose you can't use your safe word. If you want me to stop, hum the Morse code for SOS, I know you know it." This was coming close to crossing a red line as Elizabeth knew the Morse for SOS from an episode of Altogether Found where she got lost in the woods, but as he hadn't specifically mentioned it she didn't get angry, and although being dragged out of the house against her will was scary, she didn't hum SOS.

Elizabeth felt the warm wind of a late spring afternoon hit her as her kennel was dragged outside. The driveway in front of the cabin was smooth concrete as part of Elizabeth's modifications to make the house handicap accessible, so Mike had no trouble wheeling her further and further from the house until she was left at the side of the country road. Mike turned her side on so anyone driving past would see the full extent of her humiliating situation, before using some cardboard packaging he found around the house and a Sharpie to write 'free fuck, enquire within' in big letters before leaving it in front of the kennel.

"Now don't worry, you're padlocked in so nobody can fuck you without first coming and talking to me. Now this looks like a quiet country road, I don't know how long I'll have to leave you here to make sure you get a chance to be fucked. So how about I'll come and get you after five cars have driven by and had a chance to see you in this state." Elizabeth squealed in embarrassment as Mike walked away chuckling, leaving the shock collar remote with the cameraman so the proximity sensor didn't go off the entire time. The cameraman circled around Elizabeth to get a full sense of her situation, before taking up a spot across the road to hopefully get some reaction shots from the cars as they drive by the humiliated slave in a kennel.

Elizabeth's heart did not stop racing as the rustling of trees in the quiet foothills contrasted with her sloppy heavy breathing around the gag. Eventually she heard the telltale sound of a car approaching and braced for her humiliation. A silver Prius zoomed by, it didn't even slow down, the cameraman across the road was able to capture the angry mother directing her kids attention out the other window, while shooting her husband her strongest 'don't you dare look' stare.

Elizabeth felt a shudder wash over her body as the roar of the engine disappeared around the corner. She had barely a moment to catch her breath as she heard another roar approaching. This time it was two cars in quick succession, both full of men on a group hiking holiday. The first slowed to a stop in front of her as everyone clambered over each other to get a look. The car behind didn't know the reason for all the commotion, so honked its horn impatiently. The first car inched forward, far enough to give the occupants of the second car a view of why they had now stopped.

Elizabeth stayed on all fours drinking in her humiliation as the men began yelling and catcalling. Some got out their phones to take pictures and Elizabeth winced at the total loss of personhood she was feeling, she was a degraded roadside attraction to these men. There was some loud discussion about if anyone wanted to take the sign up on its offer, but nobody wanted to be the first to admit to it in front of their friends, and eventually the cars decided to drive on.

It was not long until another car drove by, but this one had a husband and wife in it, and although they slowed down a bit at the spectacle, the wife gave her husband a strong nudge and they moved on quickly.

Elizabeth began to moan with frustration, her ass still had a buttplug in it, but her pussy remained conspicuously unfilled, the humiliation of her situation boiling within her and making her dream that someone would be willing to fuck her. She readjusted herself, mindful of the growing pain in her jaw, her strained nipples, and the dull throbbing in her forearms and shins from being on all fours for so long, while the rope was starting to dig in and chafe a little. This feeling seemed to last an eternity before she once again heard the roar of an approaching engine.

This was not a car though, the motorbike almost went head over heels as the driver slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road to get a good look at Elizabeth's humiliation. The man stepped off his motorbike, propping it against the side of the road, and removed his helmet as he walked over to the kennel.

"Lovely day for a ride." He quipped. He was younger than Elizabeth was expecting, sweating profusely from the safe thick leathers required to have a fun weekend ride across the countryside. "Is that offer true? If I ask inside do I get to fuck you?" Elizabeth gave the most affirmative moan she could, begging him with her eyes to follow through on this. She didn't care that he was a stranger, she just wanted to be filled right now. To her delight he made a thoughtful grunt as he walked past her towards the house.