Aujla: The real deal

I woke up blindfolded and with a ball gag in my mouth, wrists cuffed behind my back, lying on the floor of a moving vehicle. The automobile makes a left turn, halts momentarily, and resumes its journey. Recollections of how this predicament came to be are elusive, everything is disorienting, and the memory of a job interview is the only thing that surfaces to my mind. It was a job I came upon on Facebook for a secretary position with an offer too good to pass up. The interview was at the office, but nothing seems familiar.

My heart begins to race, and adrenaline spikes as the reality of my situation begins to set in. I try to move, but my attempt is thwarted by the tight constraints behind my back. Abruptlly, the car slams to a stop. Hands were reached beneath my arms, yanking me out of the trunk. Hoisted onto a shoulder, I hear the sound of a door opening, and the next sensation is of being tossed onto a cushioned leather surface.
 
"We'll get the gag off of you real soon," a deep voice adds. "But first, you must promise not to scream."

I comply by nodding my head, and shortly later, my gag is removed. I inhaled deeply and started coughing. Water touched my lips as I greedily drank.

"Please," I begged in a trembling voice. "What's happening? Why am I here?"



"Did you still remember anything about the job interview?" the voice asks.

"No."

“The necessity of your drugging prior to arrival was a matter of security,” the voice continues. “The work is well paid, yet as previously hinted, it may not be fit for just anyone. Are you interested in delving deeper?”

"Yes."

“The position entails serving as my personal secretary, but it requires fulfilling some rather personal duties. To put it bluntly, in addition to a capable secretary, I'm also in search of a personal sex slave and BDSM will be involved. If this proposition is unacceptable, we can arrange for your immediate return home.”



I sit in silence trying to process what I just heard. Although the thought of being a sex slave surprises me and left my mind blank, the truth is I'm strapped for cash, and the compensation offered is far better than any I can find. I eventually agreed, little did I know that this would impact my life forever.

"Good. But before we can begin, we will need to sign a contract. It contains rules and regulations of our D/S relationship. There will be repercussions if you don't abide by the regulations exactly written. Do you comprehend?" I nodded. I could hear the man shuffling around, and he pulled my blindfold off. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the light.

An attractive-looking man soon came into view. His physique was toned and manly, suggesting he was in the prime of his life, likely in his late thirties. His hair was properly groomed, and his eyes, a warm shade of brown, contrasted strikingly with his black hair and sun-kissed skin. Clad in a sleek black suit that exuded authority, he extended the contract and a pen towards me.

"All terms are non-negotiable," he declares.

I started going over the contract. It was laden with a detailed array of rules, each accompanied by according punishments should I break them. This is all new to me. My gaze flitted across the lines, not truly registering the content. In fear that further hesitation would convince me to rejecting the offer, I hastily affixed my signature to the contract. However, one detail managed to seize my focus - the name at the bottom, Mr. Salvador Aujla. A query formed upon my lips, poised to be voiced.



"Mr Aujla?"

"You are to address me as Master; do you understand?"

His dominance stopped me in my tracks, as I lost awareness of the questions I was about to ask.

"Y-yes." I stuttered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...Master."