Olivia wondered how long it would be before her scheduled session would start. She had been standing here for what seemed like an eternity and the only attention she had received was to be bound and gagged and she was getting tired and frustrated. The only person she had seen since Master Chase had bound her was another man a few moments ago that had popped in, looked her over, then left. This was entirely unacceptable and she was going to have to talk to the management about it.

No sooner had that thought crossed her mind when she heard the door open and a tall, bald-headed man in a dark gray suit and sunglasses stepped in; the owner of this discrete establishment.

"Good day to you, Miss Wintersfield," he said in his polished English accent, "So sorry to be leaving you like this, but we have had a slight problem with your payment. It seems the bank will not honor this check."

The man held up the check that Olivia had written before being escorted to this room.

"'Insufficient Funds', they said," the man continued, walking around the helpless brunette, "It appears that you cannot pay for your session."

"Uuuunnngh!" Olivia yelled into her gag. There was more than enough money in her account for this; there must be some sort of mistake.

"There was no mistake, Miss Wintersfield," the man continued as if he had read her mind, "We called and verified. Apparently someone has withdrawn nearly everything from that account."

Olivia was mortified, who the hell would have done such a thing! She struggled a bit in her bonds, hoping that the owner would free her and get all this settled.

"We took the liberty of trying all of the credit cards in your handbag, Miss Wintersfield, but, again, there were no funds available for your session, I'm afraid. And the measly fifty-seven dollars in cash that you have is not nearly enough for even a 10 minute session."

Stunned, Olivia pleaded into her gag to be let go, but the man just kept pacing around her, holding her check.

"Master Chase was not pleased since he had specifically set time aside to cater to your needs. Not to mention that this room, which I could have set up a paying client in, is now costing me money."

The man stood in front of Olivia, his face inches away from hers, "I am in business to make money, Miss Wintersfield, not to loose it. So what are we to do?"

The helpless brunette was afraid that she was going to find out. If he would just ungag her, then maybe she could get to the bottom of this and she could have her Master Chase back.

The man smiled, "It just so happens, Miss Wintersfield, that I may have a solution to our problem."

The way in which the man spoke sent a rush of bone-gnawing cold crashing through the woman's body.

"One of my girls, a submissive, has called in with the flu, leaving several of her clients in want of someone to replace her. You, my dear Miss Wintersfield, WILL be her replacement for the remainder of the day. You WILL do exactly what each of her client's demands of you without hesitation, even if it exceeds the limitations you set for your session. If you do this, than perhaps we can wipe this unsightly slate clean."

Even if Olivia did not have a gag firmly buckled into place and chained to the ceiling, she would have been stunned speechless. The mere thought of being used as another person's sex toy other than her Master Chases was appalling. She could not believe this was happening to her.

"This is not a negotiation, Miss Wintersfield. This is what is going to be. So I will leave you now with your first client."

With that, the bald-headed man walked out of the room and the well-built, blonde-haired man she had seen earlier came in. She noticed he was brandishing a riding crop.

"So you're the bitch I have to put up with?" the man said.

Olivia just stood there, petrified.

The man stepped up to her and gave her a vicious swat on her ass that stung even through her black latex suit.

"I asked you a question, bitch, now fucking answer it!"

Olivia moaned yes into gag and nodded her head as vigorously as her chained gag would allow.

"I can't believe they give me shit like you when I've paid good money," the man continued, "What a sorry-assed whore. That is what you are, bitch, isn't it?"

Again, she nodded her head, moaning into her gag.

"Good, the bitch can learn. You are to call me 'Sir' when you answer me, you piece of shit, and I can call you anything I damn well please and you had better answer. Now let's see what's under that fucking piece-of-trash costume your wearing."

The stranger stepped up closer to Olivia and unzipped her very expensive catsuit open. Roughly, he pulled it open to expose her breasts. In all of her submissive sessions, the brunette had never felt as vulnerable as she did at this moment. The fact that she couldn't control the pace and not having any safe words was having a strange effect of her libido and she felt a small pulse of pleasure ripple through her as he man-handled her breasts.

"Nice tits, bitch. Natural, the way I like them."

The man continued to roughly massage her nipples, pinching them to near pain, and each time, a bolt of ecstasy shot down into her womb. Olivia found herself moaning in pleasure into her gag despite the brusqueness of his touch.

"Your getting hot, aren't you bitch?"

The captive brunette moaned her agreement.

Swat! The crop cut across her breasts.

"I couldn't hear you bitch!"

"UH-HUHHHH, SUUUHHH!" she yelled into her gag.

"You better start answering me correctly or you're going to start feeling a lot more painful things then this crop. You got that, bitch!"

"Uh-huuh, Suhh," she nodded.

"Good. Now let's see how that sweet little pussy of yours is doing."

The man opened her latex suit open even further and eased his hand down between her legs. His fingers found what they were looking for and began to forcefully caress her clit. Olivia could feel the whirlwind of passion building within her as he continued to finger her. The man grinned has he heard her moans getting louder and her hips thrusting herself into his hand.

"That's it, you bitch. You’re fucking horny as hell. Do you want to cum?"

"Uh-huuh, Suhh," Olivia said.

The stranger painfully grabbed her cunt, causing her to yelp in pain.

"I didn't hear you, you bitch."

"Yuuuhhhs Suhhh!" she yelled around her gag.

"I bet you would, slut, but I am the one in charge here and you can't cum until you make me cum. Got that, bitch?"

"Yuuuhhs Suhh," the captive brunette answered.

"Good, now let's bend you over and see what your cunt can do."

The blonde-haired man unhooked Olivia's gag from the ceiling, relieving the ache in her neck. However, the reprieve was short lived as he took the same hook and attached in to her bound wrists. Slowly, he pulled her arms up until the brunette was precariously bent-over, trying to maintain her balance in her high-heeled boots.

The stranger walked around Olivia until he was out of her sight. She yelped in pain again as his riding crop bit into her ass. She was not a stranger to the crop, however, Master Chase knew her pain limit and never exceeded it. This man didn't care.

The crop stung her behind five more times, each a little more painful the first. Olivia found it hard to balance, but she managed somehow. She felt the man's hands reach between her legs and pulled her zipper all the way up past her ass, exposing it and her pussy. She had never, ever felt so humiliated as he pulled to suit open to reveal all of her cheeks. Olivia knew her ass was one of her best features; Master Chase had told her so, now a complete stranger was going to use what few men ever had.

Once again, the crop bit into her rear. Olivia lost count as she tried to fight falling over and the pain at the same time. Soon, however, it was over and she opened her eyes to see the man fetch a round steel weight and set it before her. Bending her over some more, he attached a piece of rope to her collar and down to the weight.

"Pussy warmed up enough for you, bitch?" he asked.

"Yuuuhhs Suhh," Olivia replied.

The man undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Oh my gawd, Olivia thought to herself, she had never seen one that huge. He stepped closer to her and began rubbing its warm head over her face.

"You want this bitch, don't you?"

Olivia's pussy tingled at the thought of taking that inside her, "Uuhh-huuuh, Suhh."

The stranger cradled the brunette's head then unbuckled her gag, throwing it aside. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what she was to be expected to do. Olivia opened her mouth and took his member in, licking her tongue around it's head and sucking on his shaft. To tell the truth, she loved the slightly salty taste of cock so giving head was never an issue unlike some other women she knew. She soon found his rhythm and could her his guttural groans as she felt his pace quicken. Olivia took as much in as she could without gagging, matching his rhythm until she could feel a slight swell in his cock.

The blonde-haired customer came inside her mouth and she licked up all of its salty fluid. She continued to suck him clean until he pulled away.

"Damn, bitch," he said under his breath as he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

All the while, Olivia felt her need rising, whirling in her like a strengthening hurricane. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard but she knew she would have to wait until he was ready. The denial of pleasure made the furnaces burn even hotter.

"You want to cum, bitch," the man asked.

"Yes Please, Sir," she moaned, "Make this lowly bitch cum."

It didn't take much to get the man aroused again as he rolled a condom over his erection. Stepping behind Olivia, he roughly spread her legs and positioned himself behind her. She knew she was ready for him, her juices flowing since he had fingered her. He eased himself inside her, filling her more completely than she thought possible. Slowly, he began drive himself into her and Olivia rocked herself back to meet him. With every thrust, she could feel another blast of pleasure blowing through her until she felt a white-hot tempest of pure ecstasy engulf her completely.

Slowly, her orgasm drained away and so did her strength. The stranger unfastened her collar and helped her to stand. Still in the daydream embers of her cum, she noticed the proprietor standing before her as well as her beloved Master Chase.

“I must apologize for the ruse, Miss Wintersfield, but Master Chase here thought that your forays here with us were getting a bit stale, therefore he proposed this little scene to bring to you a magical experience that you wouldn’t soon forget. I hope that he is correct since the smile on your face seems to indicate that is true. Master Geoff agreed to due his part and I hoped he preformed to your liking.”

Exhausted, all Olivia could do is smile. It had been an experience she would never forget.

As the proprietor turned to leave, a thought crossed Olivia’s mind and she called after him, “If you ever need a fill in sub. . .”