Misanthrope: First Summer

A young girl from the Midwest is more than happy to sell herself into sexual slavery but she never expected to have a misanthrope for a master. She was hoping for a master who would lovingly abuse and make love to her, not one that would enjoy humiliating her and using her as nothing more than a piece of ass for his detached interest in sex. What can she do to become the object of his infatuation?This is a 14, 000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, bondage and discipline, erotic humiliation, lesbian sex, and sex of dubious consent. Strong language and adult only content. Excerpt:"Masturbate for me."That caught her off balance. "What?""Masturbate for me. I'm sure it's in the contract. You'll be asked to do a lot more than that soon enough.""Right, " she said, remembering her place. One hand traveled down to her crotch.
I watched as she slowly and steadily played with herself."Very good, " I complimented her. "I think we'll have a nice collection of nude from you in no time at all. You ever had nude pictures up on the internet before? Videos?""No, " she said. I looked into her eyes and realized she was on the verge of crying. I couldn't help smiling. The worst pain a slave can have is emotional. Bruises, cuts, welts all heal but crushed and abused emotions leave the best scars."You'll be proud of what I do with these.
You'll be able to brag to your friends about being a secret sex symbol."