[Roparker]

Since then, Jessica had worked for him. He'd given her a new name, and a new home. After their first meeting he'd given her the keys to a small, one bedroom apartment in a pleasant part of town, and told she was expected to live there.
Luckily being by nature independent she had moved out of her father's home some time previously to live with a boyfriend, and continued living alone after that relationship ended. The change of address was not to difficult to explain.

The new home was wired to let her master watch her 24/7. Cameras covered every corner of the small number of rooms - a bedroom, living room, poky kitchen and a bathroom that was really just a shower cubicle. As well as the key safe there were a number of other devices designed to allow her to be controlled remotely. All the lights in the apartment were remote controlled, and were switched off at midnight every night, shortly after she had chained herself to the bed. The doors could be locked and unlocked remotely - a feature He had used several times to allow men to come and visit her while she was sleeping, shackled and naked. As well as the cuff which was locked with the key in the safe, and which was positioned to be attached to her left ankle, there were shackles on each of the other three corners of the bed. While most nights she had to follow her standing rule of securing her left ankle before sleeping, on other nights she would be told to first restrain her other limbs - or some combination of them, before closing the final, unopenable clasp. These were the nights - forced to sleep spread-eagled with her legs pulled apart, that she knew it was likely she would receive visitors.

Still slipping in and out of consciousness in the back of the taxi as she was driven home, naked and bruised, Jessica heard a familiar ring tone and realized with sudden relief that she had at least managed to keep her phone with her. Most likely it had been retreived from the pocket of her mac and and thrown into the taxi alongside her. It was Him. Composing herself for a moment so she could sound at least awake when she answered, she picked up the phone.
"Hello, Slut."
"Hello Sir."
"How was your morning?"
"Hard, sir."
"I know, I was watching."
He was always watching. All of the clients - however he met them and whoever they were - were clearly people who knew him well enough to trust him. Most of the time they would give him recordings made during her visits. Sometimes, like today perhaps, he was given direct access to CCTV so he could watch live.
"You did well, as always, slut."
"Thank you Sir."
"Go home and rest for a few hours. You will need your energy for tonight. I've got something special planned for you."
"Yes Sir."
She just about managed to stay conscious for the rest of the trip home, and the driver chuckled as he helped her out of the car and to the front door of the apartment. "You kids today!"

Back at her apartment Jessica slept again until her phone rang once more. "Get up, you're leaving in two hours and you've got a bit of work to do to make yourself presentable."
In the bathroom she washed the make-up - long since ruined by tears - from her face and applied concealer as best as she could to cover the bruise which was forming around her eye. Then she redid her make-up and wondered what was going to happen to her tonight.
It's not like I've got a choice, she thought to herself. Then another voice piped up in her head - You've always got a choice - he's made that clear from the start. You can walk away whenever you want, but not without consequences.

There was a knock at the door. As she had been instructed, she quickly walked over to open it immediately, without stopping to cover her nakedness. She stood in the doorway with her bruised tits and cunt on full display and the leering deliveryman stood with his mouth open as she signed for the package, walked back into the apartment to place it on the bed, and smiled and winked at the deliveryman, "Thanks, honey", before closing the door.
Inside was a dress - an elegant, flimsy black gown with no back which draped down to her ankles when she tried it on, but was split up to the thigh to show her tanned legs. It was cut low at the front, exposing her cleavage, and was cut away at the waist. There was also a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes and a handwritten note. "For tonight. You will be picked up at 8."
Slipping her feet into the heels, Jessica noticed that the buckles fastened with small padlocks. There didn't seem to be a key in the box, so after clicking them shut she resigned herself to the fact she would probably be wearing these shoes for a while.

TO BE CONTINUED MAYBE