Indecent Arrangements (6)
After Deanna had arbitrarily imposed an additional $4000 payout for Mark, he had trouble coming up with the funds. His time with her meant that his bank account had been mercilessly drained to an uncomfortable level. He had properly budgeted for and paid the original $10000 payout to be released from the enforced chastity. But he couldn’t quickly get out of his current situation as a result of her broken promise.
She opened the front door to see him standing on the other side. He was punctual as usual. Before saying anything, she took the envelope of cash from his hand. “Hello, Mark. You know, if you keep coming to see me, you’ll never be able to buy yourself out of chastity.” She took every opportunity to taunt him.
He had little choice. He had quickly realized she would not return his messages. Their only form of communication was during in-person sessions. They were paid sessions but double her normal rate. It was another arbitrary requirement she imposed. However, the session payments did not go toward the payout. She counted on him coming to see her to plead for leniency, but her motivation was to keep him trapped in her clutches through strategic financial manipulation.
She led the way, walking to the break room, not even bothering to entertain him in one of the playrooms. Two other Mistresses watched as he followed her, snickering and whispering. “That’s the guy,” one said to the other.
“I know what you’re going to ask,” she began. “And the answer will be same as before. You’re just throwing your money away at this point. But I don’t mind.”
“I was hoping you’d reconsider my offer to work for you. I can do…”
She cut him off. “You already know I have two slaves that do everything. You’ve always been just the money slave. You have no other use for me.”
Her words stung him because it had ceased being kinky play.
“Quickly, how long has it been now?” She reached out and tapped his chastity cage behind his pants.
“I’ve lost count, Mistress Deanna,” he admitted, sounding like he completely gave up. He mentally braced himself.
“You lost count?” She paused to let the stark reality sink in for him. “It’s been 12 days,” she reminded him. “And you know the rules if you lose track.”
“No please,” he begged, but he knew it was futile.
“It’s $100 for each day. So add another $1200 to your payout,” she said, getting a sexual charge of energy while watching him descend further into her trap.
He wanted to protest, but he wisely remained silent. He did not want to make it worse for himself.
“Mark, it’s so easy to extract money out of you. Sometimes I think you don’t even want to leave me. And I know I said you can take as long as you want to complete the payout. But I’m going to need regular payments from you.”
“What does that mean?”
Making things up as she spoke, she explained how he would be required to pay her $50 a week to maintain the chastity arrangement. “Consider it a key-holding fee. That should be manageable for you.”
He looked down at the floor. “Does that at least go toward my payout?”
She laughed at his naïve question. “Don’t be silly. And it’s not like you have a choice, but I need to hear you say yes.”
“Why, because that makes it consensual?” he snarkily wondered.
She smirked at his remark. Unclipping the chastity key that was hanging from her bracelet, she walked out of the break room and into the lobby. She proceeded to throw the key across the large lobby. A sharp noise of clanging metal echoed throughout. “Oh, that sounded like it went through the vent grate.” The blood drained from his face. She turned back to face him, waiting for his answer. “There’s only one spare key.”
“Yes,” he said.
Taking sadistic delight in outplaying him yet again, she was already mentally devising new plans to keep him financially bound. She waved the envelope of cash in the air and gestured him to the front door. “We’re done. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.”
He proceeded to exit the building after the very expensive and brief conversation.