Total Freedom
Ms T. Garden
Copyright 2012 Ms T. Garden
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To The One, who made me look beyond what I knew and embrace my desires honestly. Without your support, I would have faltered, without your guidance I would have been lost, without your love, I could never have dreamed. Yours willingly, truly and forever.
To Goddessnoweh a true inspiration, a great sounding board and a generous dispenser of all things sweet
Initiation
Chapter One
My story begins much like any woman’s might. I have a family, full-time job, a house and a dog. I run my home with the help of my smart phone, an occasional glass of wine and in times of desperation, a shot of tequila; and as much as possible I try to be a decent human being. I’m an early riser who normally runs on six hours or so of sleep barring the unusual like the time when my children were younger and thought it would be a good idea to “help Mommie” by changing the time on my alarm to 3am because they overheard me tell my husband, I obviously needed to sleep less so that I can get more done.
I have a large extended family that I enjoy spending time with, and marshaling the troops is what I unofficially “officially” take care of. In just this last year alone I’ve organized 13 birthday parties, four anniversary celebrations and I’m currently working on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Everyone knows that I can be relied upon to make their events special, so I’m often asked to do things in the community as well. I keep telling myself that one day I’ll reprioritize my life and leave more time for relaxing, and me time.
I always seem to be going and taking care of something. Even when I’m supposed to be doing something for myself, like my quarterly visit to the local spa, I find myself multi-tasking. I can never spend the full 15 minutes relaxing at the end of my Zen treatment even though the mud scrub and sauna are amazing. No matter how hard I try, my mind continues to race a mile a minute. It’s not that I’m complaining mind you just telling you a bit about me.
Being a woman in upper management within a large corporation can be on big P.I.T.A., and this morning’s meeting was proving to be the rule and not the exception. While I have my supporters there are still those who wonder if I slept my way to my position. Alternatively, depending on how hard I’ve had to come down on someone due to incompetence, whether or not I’m blackmailing someone. If they’d bother to ask me, I’d tell them it’s neither. I work hard and expect others to do the same. If you play nice with me, I’ll do the same to you. However, I didn’t get to where I am today by being afraid to state my opinion or allowing others to use me as a doormat.
I could tell by the way Sam Peterson kept interrupting me; that today was the day he was going to try and make his power move. I have never understood why anyone would think that I wouldn’t know how to handle myself in the midst of a confrontation; especially during a meeting I’m leading.
“Amara, these financial projections seem a bit inflated, to be honest.”
“Really Sam? Let me know which section you don’t understand, and I’ll be more than happy to review it with you later."
“Well how can we expect to increase profits, if we’re reducing our customer base?”
“Sam if you take a closer look at the section we just went over, you’ll see that we are not reducing our customer base so much as refining it. The majority of our revenue comes from 65% of our client base. We need to restructure how we handle our clients, and their expectations so that our profit margin stays the same no matter the size of the deal.”
“I think that if I run the numbers I’ll come up with a different projection.”
“Go right ahead Sam, I’ll have my assistant forward my reports to yours. Oh excuse me, I’m sorry I forgot your assistant is still out at training to learn how to use the spreadsheet software. I’m sure that when she’s back she’ll be able to provide what you need.”
Watching him turn pink at my reference to his assistant’s well known lack of professional skills, and rumored after hour antics, I made it through the rest of the meeting with no more interruptions.
After dealing with Sam’s foolishness, I thought I’d get a bit of extra exercise, and reduce my stress, by walking on my lunch break. I was working through familial stress, including a husband who had forgotten to sign important refinance paperwork. My manager was cranky about the “indelicate” way I put Sam in his place during the meeting, although I had personally heard him yelling at Sam the day before, and his verbiage was much worse than mine. To top it all off, I found out from the housekeeper that the dog had fleas, which explained the intense itching I felt around my ankles.
I had no idea I was at a pivotal time in my life. While I was rummaging through my purse looking for my cell phone, I bumped into a man. Well crashed into a man would probably be a better description. I went down hard stunned with the wind knocked out of me.
As I sat there looking up at him, I couldn’t help but notice his dark good looks and muscular physique, although there was an air about him that felt a little dangerous.
He reached down and with no obvious effort on his part, helped me to my feet while looking me over to ensure that I wasn’t too badly hurt. Had he been able to read my mind, he would have seen that the pained look on my face was caused more by embarrassment than true physical discomfort. Holding my arm in support he asked me if I was ok, and I told him with a laugh that I was fine I just needed somewhere to hide away from life for a bit, but then again, didn’t we all.
There was no mistaking the strength in his body as he continued to hold me while I caught my breath. As we worked together to pick up everything that had spilled out of my purse, I looked at him surreptitiously. He moved with easy grace and obvious control. I was surprised at how aware I was of him and how he seemed to fill the space we were in.
Inhaling I caught the scent of him, masculine, warm and exotic. I was shocked and more than a little embarrassed to feel the beginnings of arousal tugging low in my body. I felt my pulse quicken and moisture beginning to gather. Not wanting him to know that his presence was arousing me sexually, I worked quickly to finish picking up the rest of my things, and as he handed me my wallet that seemed to be the end of it.
As I continued on my way with all thoughts of making my phone call completely out of my mind, I replayed the scene that had just occurred. There was no doubt about it, I had had a literal run-in with one of the most charismatic men I had ever met in my life. Thinking back on the encounter what I remembered most about him other than his kindness and strength were his eyes. They were midnight black, mysterious and compelling. Even in broad daylight they didn’t appear to lighten or change color and looking into them had given me a dark thrill. It was as if he could see straight past every barrier in my mind, and into the parts of me where I keep my deepest secrets. I shivered at the remembered intensity, and I could hear him asking me if I was ok with his voice like black velvet stroking my auditory nerves.
I felt my panties becoming even damper I shook my head, silently laughing at myself and my instant attraction to a stranger. As I made my way back to the office, I thought to myself ruefully that I was definitely a sucker for a strong man with compelling eyes and a voice like liquid sin.
I arrived back my office, I told my assistant to hold my calls for the next two hours as I sat down and plunged into the e-mails in my inbox and messages in my voicemail, my encounter with the stranger moving to the background of
my mind as I got on with the business at hand.
The rest of the day passed quickly as I put out both professional and personal fires striving to keep ahead of the chaos. I was startled when an alarm on my laptop chimed reminding me that I had to get home as it was my turn to make dinner. My husband was very understanding of my somewhat unpredictable schedule, so I made a concerted effort to cook once per week when I was not traveling for business.
As I shut off my laptop and began to get ready to go home, I started thinking about my husband, and what his day had been like. He was such a sweetheart that I felt a tinge of guilt about my moments of heated awareness of the man in the park. Thinking of the man in the park and feeling sparks of desire shooting through me again, I quickly grabbed my laptop case and purse and headed for the parking garage.
After dinner was finished and the kitchen clean, I made my way towards the bedroom. My husband had gone up before me to take a shower. I stopped by the built-in desk to make sure I had everything prepared for the next day. As I checked to make sure my cell phone was on the charger my mind strayed back to the man in the park. Visualizing his eyes again I was surprised by the rush of warmth that started at my chest and flowed down to the juncture of my legs. With that guilty pleasure tingle, I climbed the stairs with a spring in my steps.
My husband was waiting for me when I walked in the bedroom. Seeing him lounge in his silk pajama pants with the lights dimmed I didn’t have any trouble figuring out what was on his mind. Smiling affectionately I told him to give me a few minutes to take a shower. I turned the water on full blast to help work out a few of the kinks in my back. Feeling the warm-water flow over my breasts with the rivulets running down to water my lady garden, I closed my eyes and let my hands roam over my body.
Running my hands over my breasts, I slowed my movements down to appreciate the weight and satin smooth texture of my breasts. My breasts are just the right size to me with a fullness that fills out my tops nicely. As my hands slid along the full base and up to the peaks, I gently rolled the nipples between my fingers enjoying the thrill of the caress. Feeling my nipples tightening even more into buds of pleasure, I began to anticipate the upcoming intimacy.
As I worked my hands down my body I stopped to appreciate the texture of the cleft of flesh at the juncture of my thighs. Both my husband and I prefer trimmed hair so there was no entangling hindrance as my fingers slid over my clit moving down to the moisture drenched entrance of my femininity. I continued caressing myself for a short while enjoying the shivers of pleasure running through my body. Long strokes with a pause to dip the tip of a finger in before I slowly removed my fingers. Reaching up I took the shower head and began spraying water all over my body further tantalizing the areas it struck. Enjoying the sensations, I turned the setting to pulse and allowed the water to cascade against my clit until I was panting. Not wanting to have an orgasm without my husband there to enjoy it as well, I finished rinsing off and got out.
I began toweling off and applying a lightly scented lotion that made my skin feel like satin sheets you can’t wait to slip into. I donned a silk peignoir set and crossed the threshold into the bedroom.
Unlike my normal business attire or casual wear, I tend to wear decadent lingerie. I love silks, and other fine fabrics turned into bits of sexual confection. The set I was wearing was no exception. Designed a la the 1930s with its lace bodice panels and the robe trimmed in ostrich feathers; it was an erotic work of art. I paused for a moment to allow my husband a moment to take a good look.
“You are sexy as hell," he said as his eyes traveled over my body. “Is all that glamour just for show or are you going to put me out of my misery?”
I walked slowly over to the bed enjoying the feel of the silk caressing my skin as it moved. I only stopped long enough to shrug off the robe and lay it on my vanity chair. Climbing onto the bed I gave a sigh of contentment as his arms closed around me. I could feel the tensions of the day seeping away as I breathed in his familiar scent. He began kissing me, slowly licking my lips with short teasing strokes before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. My nipples immediately began throbbing, like they always do when he kisses me that way.
He tasted of spearmint and familiarity. This kiss wasn’t the frenzied mating of tongues that we experienced earlier in our relationship but instead was like two dancers who had long since memorized their pas de deux.
He planted small kisses on my cheek and jaw before his mouth trailed down to seize my nipple gently with his teeth. I groaned in pleasure. As he continued to suck and nibble on my sensitized breasts, his hand began stroking my clit. I pushed on his shoulders to have him stop. With a surprised look on his face, he drew back.
"What's wrong?” he asked with concern.
"Nothing," I said, "I'm just in the mood to show you a little appreciation."
With a pleased expression, he lay back and got comfortable. I straddled him and lightly licked his lips, teasing him with my tongue. I eased over to lick his ear, sucking on the lobe and biting down on it before slowly trailing my tongue down his chest. Spending a little time laving his nipples, I made sure that I stopped to swirl my tongue around his navel, a little maneuver I knew he enjoyed. Working down to his cock, I inhaled the distinctly masculine scent of him at its base.
I licked the creases of his thighs, planting kisses and nibbles. Gently sucking on his sack, I used my hand to begin stroking his shaft in an irregular tempo. Slowly, I drew my hand up, tugging a bit before my hand rapidly descended. Knowing that the stroking couldn’t be continued without additional lubrication, I closed my mouth on the head of his cock. I gently sucked the salty drops from the tip before sliding my mouth down his shaft until my lips touched the base. Using my throat muscles, I squeezed the head while my tongue swirled at the base.
Sucking with force, I slowly allowed him to slide from my mouth until only the tip remained encased within my mouth. Grasping his shaft, I again began the irregular stroking timing them so that every slow stroke was followed by at least two faster ones. Watching his legs begin to writhe and listening to his low words of encouragement I slowly began sucking and slurping, using my tongue to apply random pressure as he put his hands in my hair. I continued until he appeared to be on the edge. I stopped and asked him if he wanted me to ride him to which his only response was a deep groan of pleasure.
Easing my body up along his, I straddled his body with my wet hungry nether mouth opening and closing as if begging to be filled.
When I was positioned over his cock, I allowed my hot bush to touch just the tip as I watched his face tighten in anticipation. Rising up slightly, to find the best angle, I pushed myself down slowly reveling in the feel of him filling me.
As we established a familiar pace, I allowed my mind to wander as I considered how comfortable our sex life was. We knew what the other liked and sex could be as leisurely or a fast-paced as we desired. Watching his face when he gripped my hips tightly I knew he was getting close to orgasm. Spreading my hands on his chest, I increased the pace while moaning with pleasure. There was something beautiful about this act of love even though we had done this many times before. As he came deep inside me, I kept my pace until my own orgasm overtook me before I slowed myself as it began to ebb away. Leaning forward I lay my head on his chest for a moment listening to his heartbeat as it returned to normal.
“Tonight seemed more nice than oh god big daddy do it again, for you. What could I have done differently?”
"Nothing; this isn’t a romance novel Honey. We've been together long enough I’m just grateful we both still enjoy sex and each other. How about you cuddle with me for a minute before we fall asleep."
“Ah, so you’re just using me for kinky sex and cuddles.”
“Kinky sex? Please. The kinkiest thing we’ve ever done involved those flavored creams and cheap furry hand-cuffs.”
“Yeah well remember how much fun we had?” he chuckled.
“I remember waking up with a killer headache, sticky sheets and those handcuffs having to be cut off since we somehow managed to lose the key.”
“Still, it was a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, it was. Night Sweetheart. I love you.”
“Night Babe, I love you too.”
As we spooned and started to drift off to sleep, I thought about the fact that while our sex life was good, it wouldn’t make it into a printed romance any time soon. With a small smile and gratitude for a husband who even cared whether or not I found fulfillment; I drifted off to sleep.
Life continued on, as it always does, with its ups and downs and everything in between. If I could have foreseen the future, I would have written it off as a crazy dream because what I was to experience was beyond anything I had ever imagined.
I was leaving the office early on my way home when I was stopped by my assistant.
“Hey, Boss Lady, did you remember to grab the report folders I left on your desk a few minutes ago?”
“Ugh, I had a feeling I was leaving something behind. Thanks.”
“I can run back and get it for you if you’d like.”
“No, that’s ok go home. I forgot them, so I’ll go back and get them.”
“Alright, well I hope you have a good time. Don’t forget I booked a spa appointment for you on Sunday at 3pm.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be the boss?” I asked with a smile.
“You are! I’m just your nagging conscience that tries to keep you healthy and sane since I enjoy my job.”
“Gah, get out of here and go home. I’ll call you Thursday.”
“Ok, talk to you then.”
Shaking my head as I watched her walk away, I went back to my office to grab the file. Once I was sure I had everything I needed, I headed back to my car. I was sending a text as I rounded the corner of the building. I collided with someone and suddenly a damp cloth was placed over the lower part of my face. As my self-defense training kicked in my solar plexus was pushed in sharply, and I gasped involuntarily. I inhaled the vapors; my last incredulous thought was that I was being kidnapped.
Chapter Two
Kidnapped?! That was the first thought I had when I came to. My second thought was that I couldn’t move my arms and legs. Even with my mind still hazy I was determined to record as many details as I possibly could in order to provide the police with all the information they would need in order to catch who ever had taken me, if I survived my captivity. The room was bathed in twilight. From the little light that came in around the curtains, I guessed that it was early evening, which meant that I had been unconscious for a few hours at the very least. As I opened up my mouth to scream a hand clamped over my mouth, and fingers pinched my nostrils closed effectively cutting off my air.
“Resistance will only cause you pain; obedience is your only option”.
Struggling against the bonds; and the situation, I twisted and heaved until a knife appeared within my line of sight. It wasn’t an ordinary knife but something that looked as if it had been crafted in some dark alternative reality, with its ornate ebon handle that had images carved into it that I couldn’t make out and a blade that curved from the handle with wicked intent. I immediately stopped struggling, both at the sight of the knife and with the light-headedness I was experiencing. I felt the hand being removed from my face, and a stinging slap followed its departure.
I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes and braced for further abuse.
“Resistance will only cause you pain; obedience is your only option”.
I began to think of my family and how much I was going to miss them as I was convinced this person meant to kill me.
“Open your mouth” the oddly melodic voice said.
When I hesitated to another slap came quickly this time with more force. As I slowly opened my mouth with my aching jaws protesting, thinking that perhaps I could get one scream out before dying, the knife was placed against my throat and slowly moved from side to side. I immediately banished every thought of screaming.
As I opened my mouth fully an oversized red rubber ball with straps attached was placed in my mouth. My head was jerked up by my hair, and I felt the straps tightened around my head.
“Resistance will only cause you pain; obedience is your only option.”
The entire scene began to take on a surreal quality to me. Here, I was bound spread-eagle and gagged being held captive by someone who was demanding my obedience. Obedience to what? My mind was racing while my aching jaws protested being stretched out by the ball gag. I felt a cool thick substance being spread on my lips.
“No need to make you suffer more than you must.”
Ok Amara, you have training. Cooperate as much as you can and stay alert for your chance to get away.
In the stillness that followed my being gagged, I gradually realized that I was still fully clothed.
I heard clothing rustling and then the light in the room gradually increased. In a panic, I started looking around frantically.
“You won’t be rewarded with what you are thinking until you have learned true obedience.”
A small pillow was placed under my head, and a camisole appeared over my head. I was puzzled until I saw the flash of the knife at the neckline. With ease the knife sliced through the soft silk.
”It’s time for you to be undressed, and if you move you will be cut.”
The halves of the camisole were placed over my eyes and tucked beneath my head. Not being able to see caused my fear to blossom into terror. When the blade slide under the top button of my blouse I began to tremble.
“Lie still.”
As each button was removed, I found myself more and more frightened. Would his hand slip and I be cut accidentally? Would he mutilate my body on purpose? I didn’t know, and I was afraid to find out.
After removing the buttons, he used the blade to open my blouse.
“What an interesting bra; who would have thought a vanilla woman, like you, would have a secret craving for the exotic?”
Stomach roiling I cringed as I remembered that I had on a new bra with small rhinestones on the straps and velvet cups. I had worn it to give myself a boost, and now it was being thoroughly examined by a crazy man who had snatched me off the street. As the blade passed over the tips of my breasts, I gagged. His hand fisted in my hair.
“Breathe in deeply. You can’t stop what’s going to happen, and panicking will only make it worse. ”
“As lovely as it is it has to go.” He said as he slid the knife from my shoulder to my cleavage.
The knife blade was slipped beneath the center of the bra and with a small flick the delicate velvet gave way. As the cups were slowly drawn over my nipples, they began to harden.
“Hmmm, is it chilly in here or are your nipples in their current state a sign of another reaction?”
He began to cut away the rest of my clothing.
“You won’t be needing these.”
As I lay in the tattered scraps that had been my clothing, I couldn’t help but wonder what was next.
As he slid the blade between my hipbone and my panties, I tensed with visions of female genital mutilation and other horrible thoughts. As the lace gave way on both sides, I had never felt more vulnerable in all of my life.
The blade was drawn up the side of my body, and I couldn’t stop myself from trembling. The blade moved across my skin slowly, and softly, almost like the caress of a lover’s hands.
“First things first, you need to fully understand your current situation."
I felt my palms start to sweat, and my mouth went dry at his words. “We will be moving from this room into another, and should you fail to obey my exact commands, I will be very displeased, and you will suffer the consequences.
Normally, I am not a timid woman, nor am I afraid to get physical if I have to but something about his voice and the way he spoke convinced me that he meant every word he said.
“You are not to look anywhere but the floor directly in front of you.”
He released my wrists and watched as I rubbed them even though they weren’t chaffed.
“Place your hands behind your back."
As I sat up to and complied, I felt rope being tied around my wrists. Once he finished binding my hands, he released my ankles and told me to get off the bed.
As I sat trying to figure out how to get off the bed with my hands behind my back, I felt a sharp sting on my thigh. “You will obey instantly or you will suffer.” With that three more sharp stings were delivered before I could even recognize what I was being hit with. I quickly scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.
As I stood there the remaining scraps of my clothing were removed. “Keep your eyes focused on the floor,” I was told.
”Now let’s get a better look at you.”
I could feel his eyes watching me. I couldn’t stop the fine trembles that were running over me. The tattered remnants of my clothing fluttered around me as they fell to the floor. As hard as I tried I couldn’t stop the lone tear that worked its way down my face as I waited for what would happen next.
Trying to compose myself, I studied the floor beneath me. It was covered in a thick black carpet that felt lush beneath my now bare feet. Not knowing exactly where my captor was I decided to risk glancing to my right. As my eyes took in dark pants and a lighter colored shirt, I felt several stinging blows to my thighs. I quickly averted my eyes. During all of this, my captor never spoke a word.
His continuing in silence while meting out discipline was more than a little unnerving. As I was still gagged I couldn’t even begin to ask him why he had kidnapped me or what exactly it was he wanted.
“Walk forward through the doorway.” As I took a hesitant step forward, I yelped as I felt the sting of a blow on my ass.
“I expect you to move quickly."
I moved swiftly through the doorway, visions of the knife still fresh in my mind.
With my eyes downcast it was hard to make out the details of the room I entered. I did notice that the room was dimly lit.
“Stand on the platform.”
With my skin still tingling from the blows I had already received I hurried to the small platform in the middle of the room. As I stepped up I noticed the chains and shackles on either end of the platform. In a panic, I started to walk off when my head was jerked back so far I was looking up at the ceiling.
“Still determined to disobey hmm? We’ll see what I can do to change your mind.”
The pressure of the fingers gripping my hair so tightly and the strain my neck was experiencing from being pulled so far back only served to remind my jaws that they now had company in what was currently a ménage a trois of discomfort.
With aching slowness, my hair was released, and I was told not to move. I felt the shackles being fastened around my ankles. At this point, my heart was starting to race, and I was getting even more frightened. While being forced to look at the ceiling, I noticed the cuffs hanging from it. I dreaded what I anticipated would be his next command.
“When I release your arms you will place your hands on the top of your head and keep them there until instructed otherwise.”
I felt the ropes coming loose from my wrists. I was surprised to find that my circulation had not been interrupted at all, although I was certain, I could not have removed the ropes on my own.
I knew without looking that my captor was reaching for the cuffs to lock on to my wrists. As I heard the click of the cuffs locking on to my wrists, a whimper escaped.
“A pleasing sound no doubt, but it will not change my mind," my captor said.
I heard a low hum and suddenly felt my arms being pulled up even higher. To keep the pull from becoming too painful I stood on my tiptoes. I felt as if I was stretched as tight as a violin string. Suddenly, a bright light began to shine directly on me.
“Lift your head and look at yourself," my captor told me.
As I raised my eyes, I saw that the wall I was facing was completely mirrored. As my vision adjusted to the bright light, I saw myself in the mirrors as I had never seen myself before. Gone was the strong capable woman, and in her place was a naked, bound and gagged slave.
With the spotlight shining so brightly on me, it was hard to make out where my captor was in the shadows around me.
“First your punishment for the small disobediences."
As my captor stepped from the shadows, I saw that it was the man who had helped me with my purse a few weeks before.
“Don’t look so surprised, your being here is no accident. I saw the interest and excitement in your eyes when you ran into me.”
I closed my eyes in guilt and shame at having felt anything at all for him when we first met. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had somehow brought this situation on myself.
He stepped behind me on the platform, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating from it. Tilting his head he inhaled at the nape of my neck the warm air of his breath sending shivers down my spine.
“You smell good. I enjoy the scent of a woman’s body in places she doesn’t try to mask with perfumes.”
His voice slid down my auditory nerves like a fine cognac. Inwardly, I cursed myself and my weakness to deep timbres and bass rich voices. A deep voice with a rumble makes me as weak as a certain super hero with an allergy to space metal.
Even though I shut my eyes and held myself rigidly something in my demeanor must have given away my inner struggle.
“Enjoying ourselves are we?”
As I shook my head in denial, he told me that lying was an offence that would always be severely punished.
I heard him walk away and the fear began to build again, smothering the thin tendrils of desire that had begun to try to take root. What did he consider severe punishment? Not knowing what he had planned made my heart beat faster and my breathing turn to panting.
Now, knowing who my captor was I was having a hard time accepting the fact that the man who was so kind to me had kidnapped me and on some level, his treatment of me was arousing. I couldn’t help but to wonder what was wrong with me, and if I didn’t deserve everything he did to me.
As he approached again from behind me, I felt my skin start to tingle. I moved around restlessly trying to avoid what was coming. I
“Be still, you made your choice now deal with the consequences."
He held up a paddle so that I could see it reflected in the mirror. He then brought it around so that I could see the words “Reality Check” inscribed on it.
“I’ve been told I have a wicked sense of humor. I also have very good aim.”
My body jerked as the first blow landed with a resounding thud. I stiffened my resolve and decided that I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying out or moving anymore. After the fifth swing of the paddle, my ass was on fire. I was moving involuntarily, but I refused to cry or scream.
By the time he had swung the paddle for the tenth time I was close to crying.
“There is nothing quite like the site of a well-spanked ass,” he said with satisfaction.
I took a few deep breaths to keep from crying with relief that it was over.
“And now that we have dealt with the matter of your lying, it’s time for you to understand just how things are going to be.”
In the mirror, I could see him walking away towards a large cupboard behind me. Because of the spotlight shining on me, I couldn’t see what he was taking out of it. I heard a slithering sound followed by a loud crack that made me flinch.
“I am the master here, and you are the slave. You will obey me completely and instantaneously. You are here for my pleasure in whatever form it takes.”
There was a snap of sound, and a stripe of fiery pain formed on my back. Tears began to roll down my cheeks.
“Ah now there is honesty from you."
He then proceeded to apply the whip across the backs of my thighs and calves. He then circled around to the front of me and began to lash my breasts and stomach. I was sobbing; with the ball gag muffling and distorting the sounds. I tried to beg him to stop, but all that came out was a pitiful blend of hoarse howls as he continued beating me with easy flicks of his wrists. Some blows were lighter than others, but I knew it was him showing me again that he was in control. By the time he struck my shins I was would have promised him the moon to stop the beating.
“I’m going to remove the gag. I will ask you questions, and you’ll answer them honestly and quickly, do you understand?” I quickly nodded my head.
After he put the whip away and removed the gag, he used a towel to wipe my face. He brought over a glass of water and told me to drink.
“Are you frightened?”
“Yes," I whispered hoarsely, still hiccupping and breathing brokenly from crying.
“Who is the Master?”
“You are."
“You don’t really believe that yet, but you will."
I had begun to sag as much as my suspended arms would allow. When he walked away again I was trembling with fear and exhaustion; trying to brace myself for new torture. I looked up as I heard an mechanical whirring. A large screen was slowing working its way down from the ceiling. As it came to a halt, I heard my captor moving in behind me.
“I’m going to tell you about a new project of mine. Her name is Amara Torrence, and this is what she looked like as she left her home this morning.”
I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I watched myself leaving the front door of my home on my way to work. The clothing he had cut away was intact on the screen. My stride was confident and full of purpose. The part that made my stomach knot and bile rise was the fact that the view was from behind me. Somehow, he'd placed a camera inside my house.
“And here she is making breakfast, cleaning the linen closet and my personal favorite; fondling herself while taking a shower.”
Oh my God how long has he been watching us?
“I’m sure you’re wondering how I was able to access your home, and how long I’ve been monitoring you. Ultimately, those questions aren’t important. What is important is that you ask yourself what else I can do if I managed to do this.”
I was on the verge of throwing up from the fear I was feeling. My thoughts were chaotic; churning and chasing themselves through mind as the implications of his words sank their terrible claws into my psyche. I started to retch my body jerking within the bonds.
“Breathe slowly and deeply. I’ve already told you that nothing is going to change the outcome. If you throw up now, you’ll be on your hands and knees picking it up, and I’m fairly sure it won’t be pleasant.”
Drawing on the last vestiges of my strength, I tried to focus on what he was saying. Trying to find a way out of the situation I was in.
“You’ll notice that I used the word project. I enjoy molding and shaping people into what I deem best for them. I know enough about you and your life to have planned your changes in ways I know I’ll enjoy. You will as well.”
“What about my family," I blurted out.
“They have nothing to do with this. You are my focus. Quite simply the sooner you learn what I teach, the easier you’ll find your life.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can; because I’ve studied you. When I’m finished you’ll be the woman, I see you as. Not the person you are now, living a half-life. Unfulfilled in so many ways.”
Who does he think he is? I swear as soon as I’m able I’m getting out of here and turning him in. He should be locked up somewhere.
“Bath time now.”
He unfastened my wrists first. As my aching arms were lowered, I noticed that while my entire body was covered in welts very few of his blows had broken the skin. Those that did were minimal, more of a skin seeping than ripped or torn.
“Arms at your side's palms on your thighs."
I immediately complied although I was secretly ashamed of myself for being such a coward.
After he released my ankles he said, “get on your knees with arms resting on your thighs, and keep your head bowed.”
As I settled into position, he came to stand in front of me. I hated having him looking down on me. Besides the pain in my body, my pride had taken a beating as well. Here, I was in a subservient position to a stranger who was obviously on a crazed power trip. I could feel anger and resentment bubbling to the surface.
“If you find yourself in this position, you should be concerned because it means that you’ve earned discipline of one type or another. The majority of the time you are free to move, speak and do as you like. I’ll let you know if and/or when there are any exceptions.”
Something about the matter-of-fact way that he was speaking of taking over my life made me toss caution to the wind.
“You can’t honestly expect to get away with this, you fucking lunatic!”
Before I could even blink he slapped me. The reality of being naked and held captive by a stranger cut through my momentary bravado. My eyes started to mist, and my lips started to tremble.
“Being disrespectful is not tolerated. You should also know that crying does not move me, nor will it negate any consequences you have earned, is that understood?”
“Yes," I replied, with both my tone and manner reflecting my chastened state of mind.
“I’m not used to talking to anyone and not addressing them by name. I—“
“You will address me as Sir from here out. My real name wouldn’t do you any good at this point in your journey. It would only tempt you to do something foolish, like go to the police. Your ploy was pretty transparent, but to be expected of someone new. Now we have one last item to take care of before your bath."
With that he walked away from me leaving me wondering what was next. I was exhausted both mentally and physically. My body ached all over, and my poor ass was still burning.
“Close your eyes and lift your head."
Not complying never crossed my mind. As I straightened fully I felt something slip around my neck. Suddenly, there was a click and what had just been put on me hit me harder than the earlier slap.
“Slaves look their best when properly collared."
At his words, I burst into tears. Great heaving sobs as the emotional weight of the collar signified and the pain in my body brought home to me just how real this entire situation was. My life was in the hands of a stranger determined to change me.
“You’re reacting to the mental and physical stresses you’ve experienced. It’s a normal and healthy reaction. You can get up and grab tissue and a wrap from the table on your right. I’ll be back in a bit.”
As I sat crying quietly I realized I had no idea where I was and other than Sir, I had no other name for my captor. My situation looked so hopeless I cried even more. Sir’s words echoed in my head, “Resistance will only cause you pain; obedience is your only hope.”
What in the hell am I going to do? Face it Amara you’re in deep trouble. Pull yourself together and keep looking for a way out.
I jerked when I realized he was back.
“Stand up."
He led me back through the bedroom and into an attached bathroom I hadn’t noticed before. “Bathe and get ready for dinner. All the toiletriees are for you to use.” With that he turned and left.
While running the bath water. I looked around at the bathroom. The windows were set high in the wall, and though there were a lot of them, they were too narrow for me to fit through. I thought about trying to run through the door but dismissed the idea because I was naked and didn’t know the layout of the house. I wasn’t going to risk injury on a half-baked escape plan.
I checked the closet and saw that there was dress hanging there along with shoes and jewelry. On a shelf, there was a bra, garter belt, stockings and a thong. I knew that I was supposed to put them on, but I couldn’t stop being angry at being manipulated and forced into this situation.
Stepping back to the tub, I noticed things like the Epsom salt and aloe vera oil containers. What crazy man stocked a bathroom with so many essentials? I turned off the water and made one more quick sweep around the room to see if I could find a weapon, but to no avail.
Weighing the thought of actually getting in the water or just pretending that I had I thought it best to get in the water. I would at least be easing some of my discomfort while I waited for my chance to escape.
I hadn’t intended to soak but as soon as my body was cocooned in the fragrant water it began to relax. My muscles loosened, and my breathing slowed. The itch of my sweat on the welts disappeared, and it didn’t take long for them to stop being extra sensitive to the waters’ temperature.
Not wanting to become too relaxed I quickly began to wash. When I came to the collar, I tried to pretend it wasn’t there and washed over it, hoping that if it wasn’t made of precious metal that I had just ruined it. I knew it was being petty, but I didn’t care. I wanted a way to get back at him for what he was doing to me.
Even in the midst of my fear and pique I had to admire the quality of the items left for me to wear. They were made of fabrics and styles that I would have chosen for myself. Looking at the shoes, I realized that they were by my favorite designer. I found his attention to detail scary.
These shoes are the closest things I’d found to a weapon. I could try hitting him in the head or stepping on his instep.
Still musing on how I could use the shoes as weapons, I sat to slip them on. As I stood I saw Sir standing in the doorway. His eyes were staring at me so intensely that I began to tremble.
“It’s time for dinner “.
I began to walk toward him. He held up his hand, and I stopped. He fastened a leash to the collar I was wearing. I stiffened in indignation.
“Is there something you want to say?”
“No.”
Seeing his body shift slightly I quickly added Sir. I dropped my head, so he couldn’t see the anger in my eye or just how badly I wanted to pummel him for putting a collar and leash on me as if I were a damn dog.
He gave the leash a light tug and led me down a corridor with closed doors on each side that opened into a room that contained a table set for two.
“Everything we need for dinner tonight is on the sideboard. Your role is to be a gracious hostess. Make sure I’m taken care of. From now until the meal has ended you are allowed converse normally, with the proper respect. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Conversing normally means you don’t have to end everything with Sir. There are times when it will be the case, but not during this dinner. Understand?
“Yes, S...yes."
“Then let’s eat.”
I had a moment’s pause when I thought about actually eating food with him. Would he drug or poison me? With the delicious smells coming from the side board, I decided that if he was going to kill me, there was little I could do to stop him, so I might as well keep up my strength by eating. Dinner was one of my favorite chicken dishes followed by a to die for crème brulee, a coincidence I wouldn’t think about until much later. Since the meat had been diced there was no need for a fork or knife so my plan to carry one away to use as a weapon later was lost. Breaking a glass was too risky a prospect, so I settled back to bide my time.
“I’m glad that you’re not being unreasonable about this, although I’m sure you’re plotting ways to free yourself. The fact that you haven’t given into hysterics proves that you have the inner strength needed for the project to be a success.”
I quickly slid another spoonful of food into my mouth to avoid having to answer.
“So tell me what you’ve liked least, so far, about this experience.”
“The entire experience! Who in their—“
“I asked what you liked least. Don’t give me generalities, stop and think about the question. Use logic as well as your emotions.”
What I was about to say came to a sputtering halt. I looked at him and saw that he was completely serious, and waiting for my reply. Hoping to lull him into a false sense of security, I said the first thing that came to mind.
“I hate the fact that you are the one in control. I hate not being able to make my own choices.”
“So being in control means a lot to you.”
“I’m an adult and I should have control over my own life.”
“Who has the control in your marriage?”
“Neither of us; we’re partners.”
“Now that you’ve spewed the politically-correct BS tell me the truth. Who is in control?”
“Well I wouldn’t exactly say I am in control, but I do make a lot of day-to-day decisions.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“Look, I don’t know why you’re asking me all these questions. Why don’t you just let me go? I don’t know you or where we are so you could just—“
“You can either have a civilized conversation, or I can use other methods to get the answers I’m looking for. Choose.”
“Fine what it is that you want me to say? Do I get tired of it? Yes, so do millions of other people. It’s a part of being an adult. You have to be responsible.”
“Much better, although you may want to watch your tone more closely in the future.”
Rather than answer, I picked up my wine glass and took a huge swallow. Pursing my lips I stared at the swirling liquid and tried to reign in my temper.
“I occasionally enjoy pouting from my submissives and slaves, but this isn’t one of those times.”
I felt tears begin to gather in my eyes. If I weren’t in a situation where I didn’t believe I could hold my own physically I would have probably leapt over the table and attacked him. The frustration of trying to keep my temper under control made me tremble. As it was I just wanted the ordeal to be over and to go home.
“Why are you crying?”
I hadn’t realized that tears had actually begun rolling down my face. I used my napkin to wipe them away before answering.
“I’m scared, frustrated, tired and I want to go home.”
“You’re also slightly aroused.”
“I am not! I hate everything that you’ve done to me.”
“Really? Let’s put it to the test then.”
Getting up from his chair he started towards me. I quickly darted around on the opposite side of the table and headed for the door. He caught me and pressed me face first against the wall. Holding my wrists, he moved in until his body was pressed against my back.
“You forget that I’ve been studying you. I’ve seen what you like both in and out of the bedroom. You love smooth fabric to caress your skin. You love contrasting tastes on your tongue. You have a thing for deep voices. Most importantly you are easily aroused by the things I just mentioned.”
Damn him, how did he know me so well?
“Right now if I were to lift this dress up and slid my fingers between your legs, I’d find that you are already slightly damp. If I were to slide the top of the dress over your breasts your nipples would be hard and tight.”
He was right, and I hated the fact that he knew it. I was ashamed of my body’s response to the things that normally turned me on as well as my response to him.
“However, that’s not where we are in the project, so none for you.”
With a light slap on my ass, he moved away. I was mortified at the way my body had begun to hum from having him near with the rumble of his voice making it worse. I stayed where I was wishing I could just melt into the wall.
“Don’t be overly embarrassed, as your master it’s my job to know what turns you on. As my sub you’ll learn what pleases me and how to please me in due time.”
His words had the effect of a cold shower. How could I have forgotten even for a moment that I was a kidnapping victim in an unknown location?
“You’ve been through a lot today. Come with me and I’ll show you where you’re sleeping tonight.”
When I was abreast of him, he held up his hand for me to stop. Reaching down on the table he picked up the leash and attached it to the collar around my neck.
“I can see that you really dislike the leash. Hopefully, that dislike will give you the impetus you need to move beyond the need for it.”
Suddenly too tired to even care I waited for him to lead me wherever we were going. He led me back the way we had come to the room I woke up in.
“Pick up the clothing scraps from earlier before you go to sleep. You’ll find sleepwear in the closet. As much as I know you want to escape, you’ll need your rest for our sparring tomorrow morning, so you should try to rest.”
Watching him lock the door to the room where he whipped me, I felt all the fight drain out of me. I felt almost hopeless, especially as I picked up the tattered remains of my clothing. Looking back from the open hallway he watched as I listlessly finished cleaning.
“What do you want most right now?”
“To go home.”
“Mark my words. One day your reply will be different. As for going home, if you apply yourself to tomorrow’s lessons you can go home the next day.”
My head snapped around as I looked at him. Despite not knowing if I could trust him, a tiny sprig of hope had taken root.
“I am locking you in, but you don’t have to worry. The house security system is designed to unlock all doors in case of an emergency. I won’t be far away.”
With that the door slipped shut, there was a click, and I was once again alone with my thoughts. I chose a simple satin gown from the closet and lay down in the bed. I decided that he probably had a camera hidden somewhere so trying to find a place to hide was pointless. With the events of the day replaying in my head, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Ugh, nothing like waking up in a hotel. The sheets always feel so wrong. Wait, where are my travel sheets?
I sat up abruptly when I realized that the sheets I normally travel with were not the ones I was lying on. Looking around the room my mind cleared as memories of the day before came rushing in. I got up and opened the curtains to see that the windows were set high in the wall so that while light could stream in there was no way for me to get out.