Bar trap

Oh my god, what a nightmare. It can't be true, it just can't, Michelle
thought in shear horror. It's like in one of those stories on the net,
but there's almost always one step, one part that is implausible, where
the captive or blackmailed character should be able to escape the whole
situation without any harm, but where was it here and now, for her?

"The rules: when you speak to me or to anybody while you're my
cockslut, Michelle, you will speak in a high pitched girly voice. You
will refer to yourself as Michelle, that means you will say 'Michelle'
instead of 'I' or 'me'! Further, you'll not use complicated sentences
or foreign words - you are a cheap cockwhore, a dumb blonde bimbo with
a round ass and fat lips that have to be wrapped around a big cock. You
are not here for thinking or for using your small brain, just for
satisfying men, turning them on, making them want to use and fuck you,
for sucking their cocks, making them hard so that they can be put up
all the way your asspussy - as often and as hard as they want to. Is
that clear?"

Michelle was paralysed; she couldn't believe what she just heard.

Smack!

The hand came down on her left ass cheek.

Smack! Again!

"Did you understand the rules, slut?"

She couldn't react, she just lay there.

"Well then, okay. If you want to do it that way, I don't mind! I am
going to fuck you up your pussyass then, that's for sure! What I
haven't decided yet is whether I should use a condom or impregnate you
with my seed. If you asked me nicely I would use a condom! But only if
you think of the rules I just told you. So what will it be? Shall I
remove your ball gag so that you can ask me to fuck you?"

Michelle's head was spinning - she had no choice. Not unprotected sex!
She had to give in!

"Good girl, good choice! But remember - when you start screaming after
the gag is gone, it will be unprotected sex and some other punishment.
Just think of the possibilities, the video, your wallet, physical
punishment - I wouldn't risk it if I were you, slut!"