3rd person

Jack woke in an environment that he didn't piece together, unaware of were he was, why he was there, or what happened. He tried to move his arms but they were shackled together. A blindfold blocked his view and were ever he was, smelled like metal and pet food. Suddenly the room around him shook and he was taken to an area that he was unsure of, felling bars press against his back he assumed he was in some sort of a cage. Jack acted as if he were sleeping but kept an ear out, after leaving the area he started hearing whimpers, cries for help, and pleads. Jack grew more scared by the second and suddenly everything came back to him. He remembered and started shaking, suddenly the carrier stopped and a door squeaking and slamming closed was near by. He must've switched rooms, however two voices filled the room debating on whether to have a maid or butler. Another option was muffled by the sound of the cage opening. Jack was picked up and lied onto the soft surface, he sunk into it and felt cozy and sleepy. "So how much is he?" Questioned one male with a deep voice, a snicker followed. "Not much, we're looking for new spaces in the warehouses." Said a slightly high pitched voice. "I'll take him no matter what the price. He has more of an hour glass figure so he'll be a maid." Claimed the deeper voiced man, a sigh echoed through the room as Jack stayed in the same position fighting sleep to learn about where he was. He thought this through, so he was in warehouse and is currently being "sold"? He wasn't quite sure and to be honest, was very confused. Soon Jack was picked up and gently cradled in a strong hold, he was very tempted to not snuggle the warmth. However he knew that he wasn't in a good scenario and tried to tell himself that, he just couldn't help but snuggle into this unknown being. There was a deep rumble of a chuckle the soothed him to sleep as he was held.

Jack awoke to a nice warm comfy bed and he snuggled it like his life depended on it. He lied on the bed wearing a big shirt that draped down to his thighs, he also realized that he was wearing white lace panties. He was confused and felt so exposed, suddenly the door opened and Jack acted like he was asleep yet again. Suddenly there was a dent next to him, Jack's face was buried in the pillows and he snuggled them sleepily. Suddenly a hand was placed on Jack's lower back, it gently massaged him and he started to enjoy it. He snuggled more into the pillow happily as this unknown man rubbed his back, extremely close to his ass I might add. Jack gently rolled over and opened his eyes, he raised an eyebrow at the blurry man. Suddenly his eyes adjusted and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the man from the coffee shop. "Good morning Kitten, you ready to start the day?" The man cooed, however Jack was beyond comfy. He looked like he had just shat himself. "W-Who are you? And why am I h-here?" Asked the small Irish man. The oblivious man laughed, the laugh made Jack feel right at home. However he refused to let his guard down around this man. This was weird, sketchy, and.... kinky? "Oh dear, my name is Mark. But you will be referring to me as Master. Understand?" Asked. master?... Jack tilted his head in confusion and raised an eyebrow, there was no way he was calling this guy master! He saw this STALKER in the cafe! Why in gods name was he at, what he presumed to be the mans house. "I know this is a lot to take in Kitten, so I will leave it up to you to explore. Everything you need is on the dresser. Cya soon~" Master purred, Jack nervously let it all soak in as soon as he realized that the windows were locked. Jack never realized how beautiful the room was till he looked it over, the rooms walls were painted a very gentle pastel green. The dresser, headboard, and outline to t mirror were all birch wood. They had amazing hand carved designs in them, the room also had a soft cream like white to it. The room reminded him of his old baby room and made his smile slightly. Missing home already, Jack suddenly got up the courage to get up and go over to the dresser. A top the dresser lied a pastel pink book with a white ribbon closing it, it read 'Masters Rules'. Jack picked it up of off clothing neatly folded on the dresser. He sat back down on the bed and gently breathed to himself, Jack was beyond nervous and started fiddling with the lace panties that hugged his hips. It was a nervous fidgeting habit that he's had for a long time, he gently untied it and flipped to page one.
Masters Rules
Welcome to masters house!
This is where you'll be staying for a long time.
Here you will serve master with no excuses or reconsiderations!
Master always loves you and he'll never stop, it's unconditional.
1. When Master returns from a long day at work great him with you sitting on your knees, waiting for a hello kiss.
2. When master is gone there will be a list downstairs in the kitchen of your chores.
3. ALWAYS complete your chores before master gets home!
4. Don't forget to feed yourself and stay fiscally fit.
5. Master gets a kiss goodnight every night NO EXCEPTIONS.
6. Do not question what master wants. What he wants is what he gets.
7. Fulfill all requests given/ assigned to you.
8. If master calls you, you answer.
9. Master may ask for sexual desires at times of high stress, comply and allow anything and or everything to be done to you.
10. Every rule broken will have a consequence.

Jack was astonished at what he read, he was fine with everything except number nine, he felt like it was over the edge.
Suddenly the door squeaks open.