You were so grateful when Jen was nice to you that you trusted her completely. She asked you for your phone, your personal info--everything including your bank account and company login password--she told you she was going to use them to help you pay me back. You gave her everything she asked for and was rewarded with her sweet caresses. However, one phone call later and she was completely different. Taking one of your nipples between her fingers and twisting it cruelly, she told you to keep fingering yourself. "C'mon, slut, come for me! Show me that you can get off from getting hurt!" These words brought back memories of how cruel she was before but you were too close to coming to care. Still holding your nipple with one hand, her other hand joined yours at your pussy, pushing you closer and closer towards the edge, until you finally came squirming and moaning. Exhausted and relieved after your escape, you fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

When you awake a few hours later, you were surprised to find yourself immobilized. You were completely naked, lying on what seemed to be a wooden table, with your wrists and ankles cuffed to D-rings on its edges. “Welcome to my dungeon, pet,” you heard Jen’s voice, looked up and could see her standing above your head, wearing a black leather corset and knee-high boots. “Well, you said you wanted to be my assistant, didn’t you?” she said giggling when you asked her what’s going on, “and now I’m going to prepare you for it!” She said as she bent down and kissed you on the mouth. “I will make you my little pain slut and I will not let anyone else have you! First, let me give you some jewelry. How about a nice little clit ring?”