How I Became a Toilet Slave

It all started when I responded to a Craigslist ad seeking someone to suck cock.  The advertiser noted that he was a bear type and was dominant.  In his emails, he identified himself as "Daddy" and referred to me as "bitch."  I should have been smarter and not responded.  He did not wnat a photo and he readily gave out his address.  I was told to come over to his apartment to suck him off.

I was very aroused and wanted to suck a cock, any cock.  I had done so a few times before but it had been awhile and I just needed to feel like a submissive cum slut that I think I am most of the time.

Well, I did what I was told and drove to "Dabby's" apartment.  When I arrived, I should have drove away.  The apartment did not look like a nice, safe place.  Rather, it was old, seedy and dark and located in a seedy part of town.  I should have dorve away but I did not.   I was too aroused by the time I arrived to turn back.

I knocked on the apartment door once, twice, three times without response.  I was about to leave thinking that the ad was a joke and the joke was on me.  As I turned to leave, the door opened a crack and I heard a deep voice say:  "Come in and take off all your clothes."  As aroused as I was, I did what the voice told me to do.  On entering the apartment, I noted that the apartment was a one-room studio, very small.  It was very dark inside despite that it was only 10 am in the day.  The drapes, which were the black-out type that people use that work at night and sleep in the day, were closed.  There was a bit of light coming from the bathroom, the door of which was only slightly ajar.  The only other light in the room was coming from a computer monitor, probably the one used to direct me to this place.

As I did as I was orderd, taking off my clothes, I noted that there appeared to be only one occupant in the room besides myself.  "Daddy."  Daddy was truly a bear.  Dark complexion, about five foot, nine inches tall, heavy-set, I guessed about 200 pounds, hairy.  He was dressed only in boxer shorts that had rips in them.  They appeared dirty.

I took off my clothes but for my jockey shorts and socks.  Daddy, in a varyi gruff voice, ordered me to take off my shorts.  Then he ordered me to take off my socks.  I did as I was told.  Daddy then gathered my clothes and took them to a closet and tossed them in and closed the closet door.  He then locked the closet door with a combination lock.  I was now feeling very scared.  If I wanted to leave, I could not.  I had no clothes I could get to and my car keys were in the pocket of my pants, locked away.

Daddy then ordered me to get on my knees and start sucking his cock.  I did what I was told.  I did not think I really had a choice.  It did cross my mind that Daddy was just playing a game with me and would give me back my clothes and let me leave if I just asked.  But I was afraid to ask.  I was afraid to find out that he would not give me back my clothes and let me leave.  I could not cry