CAPTURED: A Stranger In My Own Skin
By La Nieve
August 8, 2022
How I got here? I don’t know.
I’m a dancer. Had a drink with a patron. Now I’m here.
Cage. Wire. Chains. Some low, high, midway. Softly lit, cameras; above, below, sides, an entrance across from me, and a chain on my neck that only lets me go halfway.
My wrists; bound at my waist. My ankles; have a bar between them, a Bluetooth bud sits in my left ear. I stand at attention tied to the wall trying to focus on my surroundings; chase the confusion away.
Just outside of the cage. I sense people. Waiting. The soft murmur of their voices surrounds me. I fight down my panic. Nausea rolls in my stomach. How long has it been? Is anyone looking for me? Are there others? My thoughts are racing. Is there any way out? Why did I not see this coming? I need to focus. The intent for my being here is obvious. The why is not. Who did I piss off that made them take Me; made them think I would not be missed or that I would accept this?
The voice in my ear startles me. “Do as you are told. Behave well and you will not be punished”
Punished or dead. I have no assurance. I want to run. To fight. To get away. I pull at my bonds failing to find any chance of breaking them.
“Do you understand?”
I nod my head. Acknowledgment of their control.
“Customers will inspect you” “Welcome them. Do as they ask. You may enjoy it”
I hear an approach. My head is snapped back against the cage. A blindfold is neatly placed. “Lights out sweetheart.” The quickness, the efficiency scares me.
Distracted. My head throbbing, I missed the others.
A man’s hand cup’s my tit, squeezing hard, then pulls my nipple. I gasp at the raw sensations. Another hand inserts fingers into my cunt. “She’s tight.” A low growl of laughter.
I feel the heat in my face. Try to push at his hand. Useless. Bound. I try to pull backward.
A resounding smack hits me hard on my ass. “Be still” His fingers work in, out, his thumb rests on my clit. Against my will, my body responds till wetness has encompassed his hand. More laughter. He pulls his hand back; I feel empty. I don’t understand. I should be fighting against him. The voice says. “I want to check her ass”. I try to twist away. Hands firmly pull my cheeks apart. A hand rakes some wetness from my cunt; a finger circles my anus. “Relax. Enjoy yourself.” His finger thrusts hard into me. I can’t stop crying out. “Nice. Tight” He continues his probe. Abruptly he stops. “Open your mouth” I hesitate. He grabs my hair. Again, my head hits the cage. My knees are buckling, I sag against the waist tie. “Stand Up. Open your mouth” I do as he says, turning my head for his access, losing this battle. His fingers are in my mouth pushed as far back as he can get them. “Clean them”. I try to breathe. I lick them. I feel the tears in my eyes and hate myself for them. He grabs my jaw in his hand. “She’ll do Nicely”.
The voice in my ear “You did well. Stand straight. Relax. Breathe deeply. You’ll be out of here soon.” What does he Mean? I thought I was to be a party toy. That they would let me go home? I feel panic again, pulling against the restraints. Murmurs I cannot make out; drowned by music playing in my ear. 1 min or 20. I can’t say. The music has stopped. My ears seek to adjust. I hear the lock turning. Someone entering the cage. The chain on my neck is replaced with a leather collar. Oiled. Cared for leather. Reminding me of horse tack. The voice of the Inspector: “Behave; you won’t be punished. Disobey; I’ll beat you”
He releases the waist restraint from the cage, leaving my hands bound to the belt. He moves down my leg releasing me from the bar. A tug on the leash. “ Walk.” I stumble orienting to the tug. “Two steps” I try to make them and fall. “Get Up. Walk” I follow his tugs, his voice. The air has changed to an open area. “Stop”. I stop. A door is opened. “Walk” I enter a room. He unlocks my wrists from the belt.
“You have signed a 6-month contract as an executive assistant. “No, I.” My face is slapped. “Do not speak.” “Please your owner and you will be well compensated. Displease him and you will spend your time servicing all manner of deviants. The choice is yours.”
“Get on your knees. Spread them. Arc your back, hold your hands behind your head.”
A door opens. A man comes to me. He lifts my blindfold. I blink adjusting.
Tall. Soundly built. No nonsense in his stature or command. He stares down at me assessing.
“You fear. Still defiant. You want to run.”
My face turns hot. I turn my eyes away. He removes his suit coat. “Do you like pain?” I shrink inside. Hesitate. He sees this and laughs softly. “You will learn.”
“Masturbate for me” He unbuttons his shirt. “Look at me while you do it” His shirt is off. “I want you ready.” Three heartbeats of eternity. “You’re wasting time” I move. My attempts are miserable in front of Him; watching, amused with my embarrassment.
Like velvet steel “I will know the worth of you before we leave” Shoes are off. He unbuckles his pants and stands with his cock free. Thick, hard; “Come over here”. I start to move. “On your knees” I go to him. He reaches down; locks my wrists behind my back. I feel his heat, his scent; as my face is brushed with his cock; against my will, I start to wet. “Look at me.” He smiles rubbing his thumb around the outline of my lips. “Open your mouth” He pushes his cock into my mouth. With a hand at the back of my head holding me in place I can do nothing but accept His thrusts. “Deeper.” “Open your throat.” “Take all of it” I choke but he doesn’t back off. He is so Far inside me! My head is held. I can’t breathe. Panic starts, I try to push back. The grip on me tightens. “Look at me” I look up through tears. “A moment more.” “You can do it.” My world narrows. All I feel is the pulse in his cock…then, air. I gasp, dizzy as I breathe in. My wrists hold the imprint of his grip. “Good girl” Words so quiet meant only for me to hear.
The strong tug on my leash pulls me back. “Stand” “Follow” I quietly walk behind Him.
We stop under an overly long “trapeze” suspended from the ceiling. Attachment links on center and side show the intent. Beneath, to one side a ‘tool chest’ holds an assortment of ‘Things’. “Stay” He returns with a length of rope. “Give me your hands” I freeze overwhelmed by emotions. I feel the slap – but don’t feel it. “Give me your hands” I offer Him my hands. Palms up. “Please don’t hurt me.” He binds my hands. Watching me.
My arms are extended overhead to the center ring. “Of course, I will hurt you. I will enjoy hurting you, breaking you.” “You will beg me for more.” “Beg me to take you.” It is a lover’s voice. Confident in my response as if he knows me. I stare at him, becoming a stranger in my own skin. His hands explore, teasing my nipples taunt, pulling hard, twisting them till I moan pushing them toward him. “That’s what I want to hear. “Moving to my mound. “Spread your legs” Offering no resistance I open them. He invades me. His fingers deep inside while his thumb strokes my clit. He has me on the edge. I try to twist away. To go to a part of me he cannot find. Relentless. His moves cause such pleasure. “You will not cum unless I give you permission.” I fight to hold back. To prove I Still control Me. “Your Orgasms are mine.” “I Own You”. I scream as I cum. Trying to lash out. My face is hot with shame. “Who Are You!” “Why?” True panic has me. I pull against my ties. Useless. Unable to stop myself. My legs. Not bound. I flip upwards to coil the trapeze pulling at the rope on my hands. The need to get away overwhelming all else.
I don’t hear the sound. I just feel the impact of the whip as it hits across my ass, my back. Again and again, till my screams are pain; not panic.
Uncontrolled tears, frustration, fear, make it impossible to see, to think clearly.
“You need to stop this” His voice; quiet reaches up to me. “Get down” I hiccup several breaths before lowering myself. Straight into His hands. Tense, No space between us. I feel smaller than I am. His hand encircles my throat. Warm. Firm. I feel it tighten, feel my pulse quicken with the pressure. His other cups my jaw to make me face Him. “Open your eyes” I open them. Afraid to look at his. “Your pain, your suffering will teach you obedience.” “Your obedience will lead you to pleasures you have yet to know.” He brushes my hair back; so gently. Kisses my forehead lightly rubbing my cheek. My senses are shattered. He covers my mouth, a deep demanding, punishing kiss. Insanely I respond as if there is no tomorrow. I try to devour him. Draw in the very strength, the will, the soul that He is. Every element is focused on Him. His presence. It fills the doubt, the anxiety, the turbulent uncertainty of what has happened to me. He pulls back. Off balance with nowhere to turn or know what to do next. I stand still. Trembling.
“Kneel” I drop like a stone. Drained. Resistance an echo from another time. I feel exposed; a calliope of sensations blocks my thoughts. My head heaves on my chest. I cannot look up.
“You will address me as Master.” “Sir with permission” “You will give yourself to me” “My authority over you will be complete.” “My word final.” “I will not be questioned.” “If you choose not to obey you will be punished.” “Through obedience, you will learn your place ” “You will suffer in your service to me” “In this, you have no choice.” “I will take what is mine.” “Do you understand what I am saying?” There is no anger in him. Just unyielding will as he watches me. “Do You understand me?” His voice demands my response. I feel my head nodding. “yes” “Yes What” “yes, … Master” Whispered, but heard. “Good girl” “You start to know your place.” He moves. I feel the absence of heat from where he stood. “Now come to me and accept your punishment.” I don’t trust myself to stand. I crawl to where He is. A bench forms out of the shadows. Padded along the top and forming a wide inverted v to the base. “Stand up” I take a breath and do as he says. His hands run over me soothingly. He watches keenly. I start to evade his gaze. My nipple is pinched and twisted. I gasp. “Look at me.” His hand moves down. Fingers inside of me. I can’t think. I try to move away. He pulls me back. “Beg” For what? I don’t know this game. “Let me go” He shakes his head with soft laughter. “In due time. In due time.” “Turn around.” I hesitate. It earns me a resounding slap. “I will not keep repeating myself”. I turn around and find myself quickly blindfolded. “To ease your urge to run” “Now bend over” His hand on the back of my neck pushes down; guides me across the length of the bench. My hands are quickly locked down the long sides. I am on tiptoe. I search for leverage. A hard slap on my ass “Don’t move from that position” He knows; is ready for me. No chances given. My ankles are spread and locked. Panic threatens. I’m held in such a way that I can raise only my head. My shoulders, my hips, legs are rendered useless. Spread for His pleasure. At His mercy.
I feel the shame heat my face. Fear tense my body for letting this happen.
I flinch as I feel something settle on my back; dragged across me. Again, down my back. Down through the split of my ass to brush my cunt. My muscles strain. I cannot twist away. It brushes me again soft, many ‘threads’ brush inside my thigh. A hard nob makes me focus; taps my cunt like a cock then pushes hard, unforgiving into me. My head snaps up with a gasp. The thrusting continues. Deep & hard while the soft tongues tickle my thighs in contrast. His hand finds my clit. Pulling it. Making it swell. I wet under the onslaught. Whimpering, feeling my thighs become soaked with wetness, my need grows in me. Slapping my cunt; the nob pulled from me. He grabs my head; whispers in my ear; “Maybe you like it.” My face burns. “You fuck the instrument of your punishment” I will whip you 5 strokes with this lash. You will count. If you lose count, I will start over” “Open your mouth.” The ‘nob’ is shoved in. “Clean it” Tears well, sliding down the sides of my face. “All of it” The handle is pushed deeper down my throat till I give it head to His satisfaction. “You learn” “Quickly”.
I am breathing hard still. He brushes my hair back, kissing my forehead Cupping my face, his thumb between my lips. I start to suck on it. Soothing myself with the pleasure of it.
The whip trails down my body as he moves to the back of me.
“Let us begin” I tense hearing his arm lift. I cry out at the impact. Struck on the high arc of my ass. “Count.” “One.” I feel it raise. “Two” I scream, half sob. “Three” I’m sobbing now. No control. “It hurts you?” His hand warm, even tender rubs my ass, pushing my cheeks apart, down my crack, to my cunt, slowly back up. I gasp, muscles push against the bench trying to evade. His fingers are in my ass. He spits and I feel it rubbed around the opening, lubricating so he can go deeper. “Stop” “Please” I fail to hear the whip. I cry out. Startled. In pain.
“How do you address me” The whip hits again for emphasis. “Master” “I call you Master” “What is your count” I cannot think. “Four… No Five” It is 5 Master” I am crying still.
I hear him move & return. I tense as some oil drops on my back. Why? He rubs the length of my back in long strokes. “No I will not stop, we are beyond that time.” ”You are here for My pleasure and I wish to enjoy you further.” “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?” He hands knead my ass with the oil. I cannot face what I know is coming. A firm Slap on my cheeks. “Answer me” “no” “no Master”. Low growling laughter. “A virgin ass. How very nice” “I am about to remedy that”. His fingers slick with oil are in me again. Pushing. Readying my ass for use. Completely stretched across the beam I cannot avoid them. Against my will, my cunt starts to swell as I push into the bench. “Please” “That ‘please’ better be you begging to be used.” Softer. “You will learn to enjoy it” My cheeks are spread. I feel His head at the opening. A firm push. I gasp as he penetrates. “Relax. Let yourself enjoy it” He moves deeper. I moan. Deeply. The pain, the fullness, feels good. I want Him inside me. Sensations I have not felt before explode inside me. He leans forward grabbing my breast, giving a jolting twist to my nipple as he thrusts the entire way into my ass. He pins my hips with his hands. I cry out as he starts a rhythmic thrusting. Unhurried. Waiting for me to catch up. I feel my own wetness dripping out. My clit swollen hard rubs hot against the cushion “Ohhhhho. Damme.” As if reading my thoughts His hand moves to my cunt. “Ah, It seems you Do like it.” He pulls on my clit while rotating His hips. My breathing is ragged. “You cannot come without permission.” A sharp ass slap as he pulls out. Leaving me confused, on the edge, senses reeling. “I can do this all night” “You want to cum? You must beg. Beg me to use you. Beg me to let you cum” His cock slides into my pussy. A hard punishing rhythm follows. I can hardly breathe. “I will take what is mine!” “You Are Mine are you not”. “ANSWER ME” “I am yours…I am yours Master.” I am sobbing as I feel him pull out; his cum sprays my back, my ass. “Good girl” I hear the satisfaction in his voice; confident of the outcome. I sense in my depths the crack. The part of me that shattered. It will be easier for Him next time. A part of me stopped fighting. Does he Know that?
My blindfold is removed. I try to adjust to my surroundings. My hands are unbound from the bench; and as quickly bound back to the belt at my waist. “You will have to earn my trust for your freedom.” My ankles are released. As my feet touch the floor I start to collapse, my body won’t hold me. Quick as a cat He moves to support me. My face is pushed against his chest. His scent, His heat, the pulse of His heart resonating in my ear are my undoing. I lean further into him seeking shelter. “Have her contract assigned to me along with her file and any outstanding bills for services” “Have my car brought around. We are leaving immediately”
Just like that I am ‘sold’. Stranger in a strange land. I register the fact but cannot react. He puts me against the same bench. “Can you stand for a moment?” Quiet I nod yes. He leaves me. I hear his movements as he dresses. I start to shiver. It shakes my whole body. A jacket is wrapped around me. It smells of him. Wordlessly he supports and guides me to a door. Opened, I see a car; large, dark. Someone is holding the door. I am placed in the back seat. The interior has a warm leather smell mixed with his. The night air makes the shivers worse. I hear voices but cannot make out words. I close my eyes to just maintain. Seconds or minutes he is suddenly beside me. Wrapping an arm around me to stabilize me he turns a light on and holds my face. The car moves. “Open your eyes” My lids are heavy. I look, then try to turn away. His hand holds my chin firmly. I hear a soft crunch. An ampule of ammonia salts under my nose shocks my entire system. A blanket is added. “Lay your head in my lap” I want to say no, but for a moment; just a moment, to still the chaos in my head. Gently he brushes my hair back, rubbing my back in soothing long sweeps. The soft rocking motion from the car loosens my tension. I curl myself up closer feeling the warmth from his body flow over mine. Slowly the trembling stops. My breathing becomes more even, more natural. I want to linger in this thoughtless void a little longer.
The crunch of gravel under the car brings me to. How long? There is more to face.
The car door is opened. He helps me out and steadies me as we walk toward light coming from a large front entry. My feet feel cobblestone. A voice “Welcome home Master”; warm, genuine. Who is He? Quietly I am guided down soft-lit halls. We enter an open bathing chamber. No; it’s much more than that. There is a deep freestanding tub with lattice brick separating it from a toilet & bidet. Further down nearer an exit, a makeup styling area. Ahead are two squared columns. A bar crossing the top and a bench below, 5 paces away a shower area, water jets, handheld & overhead water sources. The entirety of which opens to what can only be the master bed chamber.
We stop at the columns. The jacket is taken off. I feel naked, apprehensive. He cups my chin.
“Do not speak unless addressed. I have a 6-month contract that includes an option for 6 additional months. Signed, witnessed, and videoed. How successful or difficult you make this time is up to you. I will enjoy myself either way”.
“You will follow the rules of this house. Your duty is to please me. Interference with my staff will not be tolerated. You will be punished. Attempt to leave, you will be brought back, and punished. Disobey my commands, you will be punished”.
“In all of this, you have no choice”.
“Listen. Understand. Obey. You will learn your place”.
“Do you understand?”
My mouth is dry. I cannot speak. I nod my head.
“Do you understand” I squeak “Yes Sir.” “ Yes What…”. “Yes sir; Yes Master”.
“Very Good”
“The ladies will clean you. They will be very thorough & complete. Do Not interfere with their duties. They know what I expect of them”.
“Kneel”. I stare a bit blankly, then go down to my knees under his gaze. The ladies have removed the bench, opening a panel on either side. Under his watchfulness the collar is removed, wrist cuffs & belt drop to the floor to be replaced by soft silicon cuffs on a chain to the columns. “Stand.” My arms are stretched shoulder height in a straight line. They move to cuff my ankles. My fear must show.
“Be Still. They will not harm you”
The chains on the cuffs pull my legs impossibly wide. No balance. Embarrassed. Vulnerable.
His hand reaches behind my head pushing it down.
“Your new life begins. You are a slave. Bought. Paid for. You have no rights other than to obey. You are here for my pleasure. Your value is in your service to me.”
I see his shoes as he walks away. Hear him call to an attendant. The women move in and start washing me. Face, hair they tell me to open my mouth to clean my teeth. I see Him showering. Naked. Water glistening on him. There is a video screen; he is watching! An enema is pushed into my ass, an impossible amount of fluid put in me. The other woman douches me. Not a part of me is left untouched. I pull against the chains but cannot move. My body reacts to the fluid in me. I tighten to hold it in. Warm water is rained down my back. I can’t hold back and expel my insides into a waiting bucket. My face burns. My eyes squeeze shut to stop the tears.
“You waste yourself fighting what you cannot control”
I had not heard his approach. “When you present yourself to me for an evening you will be similarly prepared. I want you clean, wet, ready for use” “You will maintain your cunt free of hair so that a piece of silk can draw smoothly over its surface. When the ladies are finished, they will call me. “
“I suggest you learn to enjoy this.”
The women return rinsing me down. I feel soft towels drying my face, my arms, my pussy. Each is inspected. Warm scented wax is brought; my armpits, my legs, are waxed efficiently, quickly; leaving my skin stinging. They move together to wax my cunt; the high mound free of hair, then my ass. I am as hairless as the day I was born. They rub me with a soothing lotion. “Thank you” I whisper.
Lotion is applied over my entire body. The scent of flowers with deep spice undertones. A scent meant to please this man who now controls my life. I resent it. I pull my head away as a hand touches my face. An earbud is placed in my ear. A cutting whisper asks “Are you wet? Ready for use?” I can only shake my head – No.
“You will learn to accept and give pleasure to another woman for my entertainment. You start now. With a kiss. Open yourself to them. I will enjoy this.”
There is one behind and one in front of me. Their bodies warm against my skin. The one behind lifts my hair to kiss my neck. Her hand reaches to cup my breast; gently rubs on my nipple.
The one in front has her hands on my face looking me in the eyes. She kisses my nose, my face, brushing my lips with hers. ”Kiss her. Open yourself or be punished” I close my eyes and part my lips; her tongue darts into my mouth. Her body moves closer. Her pussy rubs warm against mine,
“More”
My ass spread and a hot tongue licks the opening. I mew softly opening my mouth to receive her kisses. Her hands have my nipples. Pulling them. Twisting them till I push toward her. She stands back smiling as I feel her fingers push into my sex – wet, waiting to be used. “Sir; she is ready for you now.”
Shame. It was so easy. How did he know I would react this way?
A chain, cold against my skin is placed around my neck and locked into place. At the same time, my ankles are cuffed with a bar between them. I cannot run or kick. I shuffle ungracefully as I am led over to Him. My chain; the key to the lock are handed over. I am alone with Him again.
“Lock your hands behind your head; your feet shoulder-width apart, your back arched”. “When you present for inspection you will take this position.”
Softly he walks around me. Reaching; cups my tits. Rubs each nipple erect, watching me intently. I feel lacking. Imperfect. Unable to pass this ‘test’. WHY?
“Keep your eyes down” He moves behind me; pulls me against him. In reflex, my arms move. He grabs them putting them back in place behind my head. His nails rake the length of my torso teasing. Across my stomach; circling lower, closer to my sex.
A different tension is growing in me. My back arches more, pushing into him. The warmth of his cock at my ass. His fingers brush the wetness spilling out, covering my cunt, my thighs. His lips warm against my ear.
“I will break you. Remake and mold you.”
Quiet. Eyes Closed. I softly moan. “Yes.” - “Please.”
DID I SAY THAT? WHY? Who Is He? I can’t think.
“I will enjoy this immensely”. “You were made for this life”
He has me and knows it. His fingers rub till I tremble. Ready to burst.
He stops. Pushing me forward onto the bed, slapping my ass. The moment shattered.
He points at a pallet beside the bed as he connects my chain to a hidden clip.
“Rest. Reflect on your new life. What you have learned” “You will please me in the morning”
Wordlessly. Senses reeling. I move ungainly to lay down.
Now in the quiet dark of the room. I hear his breathing. Rhythmic. Deep.
Absurdly, I feel safer knowing He is near. I start to relax, exhausted, feeling sleep pulling me down. What has happened? So much is behind the wall in my head. As if the before, belongs to another person. Who am I? What am I? I have no answers.
Sleep takes me with the last thought: “I will please Him in the morning.”
I’m a dancer. Had a drink with a patron. Now I’m here.
Cage. Wire. Chains. Some low, high, midway. Softly lit, cameras; above, below, sides, an entrance across from me, and a chain on my neck that only lets me go halfway.
My wrists; bound at my waist. My ankles; have a bar between them, a Bluetooth bud sits in my left ear. I stand at attention tied to the wall trying to focus on my surroundings; chase the confusion away.
Just outside of the cage. I sense people. Waiting. The soft murmur of their voices surrounds me. I fight down my panic. Nausea rolls in my stomach. How long has it been? Is anyone looking for me? Are there others? My thoughts are racing. Is there any way out? Why did I not see this coming? I need to focus. The intent for my being here is obvious. The why is not. Who did I piss off that made them take Me; made them think I would not be missed or that I would accept this?
The voice in my ear startles me. “Do as you are told. Behave well and you will not be punished”
Punished or dead. I have no assurance. I want to run. To fight. To get away. I pull at my bonds failing to find any chance of breaking them.
“Do you understand?”
I nod my head. Acknowledgment of their control.
“Customers will inspect you” “Welcome them. Do as they ask. You may enjoy it”
I hear an approach. My head is snapped back against the cage. A blindfold is neatly placed. “Lights out sweetheart.” The quickness, the efficiency scares me.
Distracted. My head throbbing, I missed the others.
A man’s hand cup’s my tit, squeezing hard, then pulls my nipple. I gasp at the raw sensations. Another hand inserts fingers into my cunt. “She’s tight.” A low growl of laughter.
I feel the heat in my face. Try to push at his hand. Useless. Bound. I try to pull backward.
A resounding smack hits me hard on my ass. “Be still” His fingers work in, out, his thumb rests on my clit. Against my will, my body responds till wetness has encompassed his hand. More laughter. He pulls his hand back; I feel empty. I don’t understand. I should be fighting against him. The voice says. “I want to check her ass”. I try to twist away. Hands firmly pull my cheeks apart. A hand rakes some wetness from my cunt; a finger circles my anus. “Relax. Enjoy yourself.” His finger thrusts hard into me. I can’t stop crying out. “Nice. Tight” He continues his probe. Abruptly he stops. “Open your mouth” I hesitate. He grabs my hair. Again, my head hits the cage. My knees are buckling, I sag against the waist tie. “Stand Up. Open your mouth” I do as he says, turning my head for his access, losing this battle. His fingers are in my mouth pushed as far back as he can get them. “Clean them”. I try to breathe. I lick them. I feel the tears in my eyes and hate myself for them. He grabs my jaw in his hand. “She’ll do Nicely”.
The voice in my ear “You did well. Stand straight. Relax. Breathe deeply. You’ll be out of here soon.” What does he Mean? I thought I was to be a party toy. That they would let me go home? I feel panic again, pulling against the restraints. Murmurs I cannot make out; drowned by music playing in my ear. 1 min or 20. I can’t say. The music has stopped. My ears seek to adjust. I hear the lock turning. Someone entering the cage. The chain on my neck is replaced with a leather collar. Oiled. Cared for leather. Reminding me of horse tack. The voice of the Inspector: “Behave; you won’t be punished. Disobey; I’ll beat you”
He releases the waist restraint from the cage, leaving my hands bound to the belt. He moves down my leg releasing me from the bar. A tug on the leash. “ Walk.” I stumble orienting to the tug. “Two steps” I try to make them and fall. “Get Up. Walk” I follow his tugs, his voice. The air has changed to an open area. “Stop”. I stop. A door is opened. “Walk” I enter a room. He unlocks my wrists from the belt.
“You have signed a 6-month contract as an executive assistant. “No, I.” My face is slapped. “Do not speak.” “Please your owner and you will be well compensated. Displease him and you will spend your time servicing all manner of deviants. The choice is yours.”
“Get on your knees. Spread them. Arc your back, hold your hands behind your head.”
A door opens. A man comes to me. He lifts my blindfold. I blink adjusting.
Tall. Soundly built. No nonsense in his stature or command. He stares down at me assessing.
“You fear. Still defiant. You want to run.”
My face turns hot. I turn my eyes away. He removes his suit coat. “Do you like pain?” I shrink inside. Hesitate. He sees this and laughs softly. “You will learn.”
“Masturbate for me” He unbuttons his shirt. “Look at me while you do it” His shirt is off. “I want you ready.” Three heartbeats of eternity. “You’re wasting time” I move. My attempts are miserable in front of Him; watching, amused with my embarrassment.
Like velvet steel “I will know the worth of you before we leave” Shoes are off. He unbuckles his pants and stands with his cock free. Thick, hard; “Come over here”. I start to move. “On your knees” I go to him. He reaches down; locks my wrists behind my back. I feel his heat, his scent; as my face is brushed with his cock; against my will, I start to wet. “Look at me.” He smiles rubbing his thumb around the outline of my lips. “Open your mouth” He pushes his cock into my mouth. With a hand at the back of my head holding me in place I can do nothing but accept His thrusts. “Deeper.” “Open your throat.” “Take all of it” I choke but he doesn’t back off. He is so Far inside me! My head is held. I can’t breathe. Panic starts, I try to push back. The grip on me tightens. “Look at me” I look up through tears. “A moment more.” “You can do it.” My world narrows. All I feel is the pulse in his cock…then, air. I gasp, dizzy as I breathe in. My wrists hold the imprint of his grip. “Good girl” Words so quiet meant only for me to hear.
The strong tug on my leash pulls me back. “Stand” “Follow” I quietly walk behind Him.
We stop under an overly long “trapeze” suspended from the ceiling. Attachment links on center and side show the intent. Beneath, to one side a ‘tool chest’ holds an assortment of ‘Things’. “Stay” He returns with a length of rope. “Give me your hands” I freeze overwhelmed by emotions. I feel the slap – but don’t feel it. “Give me your hands” I offer Him my hands. Palms up. “Please don’t hurt me.” He binds my hands. Watching me.
My arms are extended overhead to the center ring. “Of course, I will hurt you. I will enjoy hurting you, breaking you.” “You will beg me for more.” “Beg me to take you.” It is a lover’s voice. Confident in my response as if he knows me. I stare at him, becoming a stranger in my own skin. His hands explore, teasing my nipples taunt, pulling hard, twisting them till I moan pushing them toward him. “That’s what I want to hear. “Moving to my mound. “Spread your legs” Offering no resistance I open them. He invades me. His fingers deep inside while his thumb strokes my clit. He has me on the edge. I try to twist away. To go to a part of me he cannot find. Relentless. His moves cause such pleasure. “You will not cum unless I give you permission.” I fight to hold back. To prove I Still control Me. “Your Orgasms are mine.” “I Own You”. I scream as I cum. Trying to lash out. My face is hot with shame. “Who Are You!” “Why?” True panic has me. I pull against my ties. Useless. Unable to stop myself. My legs. Not bound. I flip upwards to coil the trapeze pulling at the rope on my hands. The need to get away overwhelming all else.
I don’t hear the sound. I just feel the impact of the whip as it hits across my ass, my back. Again and again, till my screams are pain; not panic.
Uncontrolled tears, frustration, fear, make it impossible to see, to think clearly.
“You need to stop this” His voice; quiet reaches up to me. “Get down” I hiccup several breaths before lowering myself. Straight into His hands. Tense, No space between us. I feel smaller than I am. His hand encircles my throat. Warm. Firm. I feel it tighten, feel my pulse quicken with the pressure. His other cups my jaw to make me face Him. “Open your eyes” I open them. Afraid to look at his. “Your pain, your suffering will teach you obedience.” “Your obedience will lead you to pleasures you have yet to know.” He brushes my hair back; so gently. Kisses my forehead lightly rubbing my cheek. My senses are shattered. He covers my mouth, a deep demanding, punishing kiss. Insanely I respond as if there is no tomorrow. I try to devour him. Draw in the very strength, the will, the soul that He is. Every element is focused on Him. His presence. It fills the doubt, the anxiety, the turbulent uncertainty of what has happened to me. He pulls back. Off balance with nowhere to turn or know what to do next. I stand still. Trembling.
“Kneel” I drop like a stone. Drained. Resistance an echo from another time. I feel exposed; a calliope of sensations blocks my thoughts. My head heaves on my chest. I cannot look up.
“You will address me as Master.” “Sir with permission” “You will give yourself to me” “My authority over you will be complete.” “My word final.” “I will not be questioned.” “If you choose not to obey you will be punished.” “Through obedience, you will learn your place ” “You will suffer in your service to me” “In this, you have no choice.” “I will take what is mine.” “Do you understand what I am saying?” There is no anger in him. Just unyielding will as he watches me. “Do You understand me?” His voice demands my response. I feel my head nodding. “yes” “Yes What” “yes, … Master” Whispered, but heard. “Good girl” “You start to know your place.” He moves. I feel the absence of heat from where he stood. “Now come to me and accept your punishment.” I don’t trust myself to stand. I crawl to where He is. A bench forms out of the shadows. Padded along the top and forming a wide inverted v to the base. “Stand up” I take a breath and do as he says. His hands run over me soothingly. He watches keenly. I start to evade his gaze. My nipple is pinched and twisted. I gasp. “Look at me.” His hand moves down. Fingers inside of me. I can’t think. I try to move away. He pulls me back. “Beg” For what? I don’t know this game. “Let me go” He shakes his head with soft laughter. “In due time. In due time.” “Turn around.” I hesitate. It earns me a resounding slap. “I will not keep repeating myself”. I turn around and find myself quickly blindfolded. “To ease your urge to run” “Now bend over” His hand on the back of my neck pushes down; guides me across the length of the bench. My hands are quickly locked down the long sides. I am on tiptoe. I search for leverage. A hard slap on my ass “Don’t move from that position” He knows; is ready for me. No chances given. My ankles are spread and locked. Panic threatens. I’m held in such a way that I can raise only my head. My shoulders, my hips, legs are rendered useless. Spread for His pleasure. At His mercy.
I feel the shame heat my face. Fear tense my body for letting this happen.
I flinch as I feel something settle on my back; dragged across me. Again, down my back. Down through the split of my ass to brush my cunt. My muscles strain. I cannot twist away. It brushes me again soft, many ‘threads’ brush inside my thigh. A hard nob makes me focus; taps my cunt like a cock then pushes hard, unforgiving into me. My head snaps up with a gasp. The thrusting continues. Deep & hard while the soft tongues tickle my thighs in contrast. His hand finds my clit. Pulling it. Making it swell. I wet under the onslaught. Whimpering, feeling my thighs become soaked with wetness, my need grows in me. Slapping my cunt; the nob pulled from me. He grabs my head; whispers in my ear; “Maybe you like it.” My face burns. “You fuck the instrument of your punishment” I will whip you 5 strokes with this lash. You will count. If you lose count, I will start over” “Open your mouth.” The ‘nob’ is shoved in. “Clean it” Tears well, sliding down the sides of my face. “All of it” The handle is pushed deeper down my throat till I give it head to His satisfaction. “You learn” “Quickly”.
I am breathing hard still. He brushes my hair back, kissing my forehead Cupping my face, his thumb between my lips. I start to suck on it. Soothing myself with the pleasure of it.
The whip trails down my body as he moves to the back of me.
“Let us begin” I tense hearing his arm lift. I cry out at the impact. Struck on the high arc of my ass. “Count.” “One.” I feel it raise. “Two” I scream, half sob. “Three” I’m sobbing now. No control. “It hurts you?” His hand warm, even tender rubs my ass, pushing my cheeks apart, down my crack, to my cunt, slowly back up. I gasp, muscles push against the bench trying to evade. His fingers are in my ass. He spits and I feel it rubbed around the opening, lubricating so he can go deeper. “Stop” “Please” I fail to hear the whip. I cry out. Startled. In pain.
“How do you address me” The whip hits again for emphasis. “Master” “I call you Master” “What is your count” I cannot think. “Four… No Five” It is 5 Master” I am crying still.
I hear him move & return. I tense as some oil drops on my back. Why? He rubs the length of my back in long strokes. “No I will not stop, we are beyond that time.” ”You are here for My pleasure and I wish to enjoy you further.” “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?” He hands knead my ass with the oil. I cannot face what I know is coming. A firm Slap on my cheeks. “Answer me” “no” “no Master”. Low growling laughter. “A virgin ass. How very nice” “I am about to remedy that”. His fingers slick with oil are in me again. Pushing. Readying my ass for use. Completely stretched across the beam I cannot avoid them. Against my will, my cunt starts to swell as I push into the bench. “Please” “That ‘please’ better be you begging to be used.” Softer. “You will learn to enjoy it” My cheeks are spread. I feel His head at the opening. A firm push. I gasp as he penetrates. “Relax. Let yourself enjoy it” He moves deeper. I moan. Deeply. The pain, the fullness, feels good. I want Him inside me. Sensations I have not felt before explode inside me. He leans forward grabbing my breast, giving a jolting twist to my nipple as he thrusts the entire way into my ass. He pins my hips with his hands. I cry out as he starts a rhythmic thrusting. Unhurried. Waiting for me to catch up. I feel my own wetness dripping out. My clit swollen hard rubs hot against the cushion “Ohhhhho. Damme.” As if reading my thoughts His hand moves to my cunt. “Ah, It seems you Do like it.” He pulls on my clit while rotating His hips. My breathing is ragged. “You cannot come without permission.” A sharp ass slap as he pulls out. Leaving me confused, on the edge, senses reeling. “I can do this all night” “You want to cum? You must beg. Beg me to use you. Beg me to let you cum” His cock slides into my pussy. A hard punishing rhythm follows. I can hardly breathe. “I will take what is mine!” “You Are Mine are you not”. “ANSWER ME” “I am yours…I am yours Master.” I am sobbing as I feel him pull out; his cum sprays my back, my ass. “Good girl” I hear the satisfaction in his voice; confident of the outcome. I sense in my depths the crack. The part of me that shattered. It will be easier for Him next time. A part of me stopped fighting. Does he Know that?
My blindfold is removed. I try to adjust to my surroundings. My hands are unbound from the bench; and as quickly bound back to the belt at my waist. “You will have to earn my trust for your freedom.” My ankles are released. As my feet touch the floor I start to collapse, my body won’t hold me. Quick as a cat He moves to support me. My face is pushed against his chest. His scent, His heat, the pulse of His heart resonating in my ear are my undoing. I lean further into him seeking shelter. “Have her contract assigned to me along with her file and any outstanding bills for services” “Have my car brought around. We are leaving immediately”
Just like that I am ‘sold’. Stranger in a strange land. I register the fact but cannot react. He puts me against the same bench. “Can you stand for a moment?” Quiet I nod yes. He leaves me. I hear his movements as he dresses. I start to shiver. It shakes my whole body. A jacket is wrapped around me. It smells of him. Wordlessly he supports and guides me to a door. Opened, I see a car; large, dark. Someone is holding the door. I am placed in the back seat. The interior has a warm leather smell mixed with his. The night air makes the shivers worse. I hear voices but cannot make out words. I close my eyes to just maintain. Seconds or minutes he is suddenly beside me. Wrapping an arm around me to stabilize me he turns a light on and holds my face. The car moves. “Open your eyes” My lids are heavy. I look, then try to turn away. His hand holds my chin firmly. I hear a soft crunch. An ampule of ammonia salts under my nose shocks my entire system. A blanket is added. “Lay your head in my lap” I want to say no, but for a moment; just a moment, to still the chaos in my head. Gently he brushes my hair back, rubbing my back in soothing long sweeps. The soft rocking motion from the car loosens my tension. I curl myself up closer feeling the warmth from his body flow over mine. Slowly the trembling stops. My breathing becomes more even, more natural. I want to linger in this thoughtless void a little longer.
The crunch of gravel under the car brings me to. How long? There is more to face.
The car door is opened. He helps me out and steadies me as we walk toward light coming from a large front entry. My feet feel cobblestone. A voice “Welcome home Master”; warm, genuine. Who is He? Quietly I am guided down soft-lit halls. We enter an open bathing chamber. No; it’s much more than that. There is a deep freestanding tub with lattice brick separating it from a toilet & bidet. Further down nearer an exit, a makeup styling area. Ahead are two squared columns. A bar crossing the top and a bench below, 5 paces away a shower area, water jets, handheld & overhead water sources. The entirety of which opens to what can only be the master bed chamber.
We stop at the columns. The jacket is taken off. I feel naked, apprehensive. He cups my chin.
“Do not speak unless addressed. I have a 6-month contract that includes an option for 6 additional months. Signed, witnessed, and videoed. How successful or difficult you make this time is up to you. I will enjoy myself either way”.
“You will follow the rules of this house. Your duty is to please me. Interference with my staff will not be tolerated. You will be punished. Attempt to leave, you will be brought back, and punished. Disobey my commands, you will be punished”.
“In all of this, you have no choice”.
“Listen. Understand. Obey. You will learn your place”.
“Do you understand?”
My mouth is dry. I cannot speak. I nod my head.
“Do you understand” I squeak “Yes Sir.” “ Yes What…”. “Yes sir; Yes Master”.
“Very Good”
“The ladies will clean you. They will be very thorough & complete. Do Not interfere with their duties. They know what I expect of them”.
“Kneel”. I stare a bit blankly, then go down to my knees under his gaze. The ladies have removed the bench, opening a panel on either side. Under his watchfulness the collar is removed, wrist cuffs & belt drop to the floor to be replaced by soft silicon cuffs on a chain to the columns. “Stand.” My arms are stretched shoulder height in a straight line. They move to cuff my ankles. My fear must show.
“Be Still. They will not harm you”
The chains on the cuffs pull my legs impossibly wide. No balance. Embarrassed. Vulnerable.
His hand reaches behind my head pushing it down.
“Your new life begins. You are a slave. Bought. Paid for. You have no rights other than to obey. You are here for my pleasure. Your value is in your service to me.”
I see his shoes as he walks away. Hear him call to an attendant. The women move in and start washing me. Face, hair they tell me to open my mouth to clean my teeth. I see Him showering. Naked. Water glistening on him. There is a video screen; he is watching! An enema is pushed into my ass, an impossible amount of fluid put in me. The other woman douches me. Not a part of me is left untouched. I pull against the chains but cannot move. My body reacts to the fluid in me. I tighten to hold it in. Warm water is rained down my back. I can’t hold back and expel my insides into a waiting bucket. My face burns. My eyes squeeze shut to stop the tears.
“You waste yourself fighting what you cannot control”
I had not heard his approach. “When you present yourself to me for an evening you will be similarly prepared. I want you clean, wet, ready for use” “You will maintain your cunt free of hair so that a piece of silk can draw smoothly over its surface. When the ladies are finished, they will call me. “
“I suggest you learn to enjoy this.”
The women return rinsing me down. I feel soft towels drying my face, my arms, my pussy. Each is inspected. Warm scented wax is brought; my armpits, my legs, are waxed efficiently, quickly; leaving my skin stinging. They move together to wax my cunt; the high mound free of hair, then my ass. I am as hairless as the day I was born. They rub me with a soothing lotion. “Thank you” I whisper.
Lotion is applied over my entire body. The scent of flowers with deep spice undertones. A scent meant to please this man who now controls my life. I resent it. I pull my head away as a hand touches my face. An earbud is placed in my ear. A cutting whisper asks “Are you wet? Ready for use?” I can only shake my head – No.
“You will learn to accept and give pleasure to another woman for my entertainment. You start now. With a kiss. Open yourself to them. I will enjoy this.”
There is one behind and one in front of me. Their bodies warm against my skin. The one behind lifts my hair to kiss my neck. Her hand reaches to cup my breast; gently rubs on my nipple.
The one in front has her hands on my face looking me in the eyes. She kisses my nose, my face, brushing my lips with hers. ”Kiss her. Open yourself or be punished” I close my eyes and part my lips; her tongue darts into my mouth. Her body moves closer. Her pussy rubs warm against mine,
“More”
My ass spread and a hot tongue licks the opening. I mew softly opening my mouth to receive her kisses. Her hands have my nipples. Pulling them. Twisting them till I push toward her. She stands back smiling as I feel her fingers push into my sex – wet, waiting to be used. “Sir; she is ready for you now.”
Shame. It was so easy. How did he know I would react this way?
A chain, cold against my skin is placed around my neck and locked into place. At the same time, my ankles are cuffed with a bar between them. I cannot run or kick. I shuffle ungracefully as I am led over to Him. My chain; the key to the lock are handed over. I am alone with Him again.
“Lock your hands behind your head; your feet shoulder-width apart, your back arched”. “When you present for inspection you will take this position.”
Softly he walks around me. Reaching; cups my tits. Rubs each nipple erect, watching me intently. I feel lacking. Imperfect. Unable to pass this ‘test’. WHY?
“Keep your eyes down” He moves behind me; pulls me against him. In reflex, my arms move. He grabs them putting them back in place behind my head. His nails rake the length of my torso teasing. Across my stomach; circling lower, closer to my sex.
A different tension is growing in me. My back arches more, pushing into him. The warmth of his cock at my ass. His fingers brush the wetness spilling out, covering my cunt, my thighs. His lips warm against my ear.
“I will break you. Remake and mold you.”
Quiet. Eyes Closed. I softly moan. “Yes.” - “Please.”
DID I SAY THAT? WHY? Who Is He? I can’t think.
“I will enjoy this immensely”. “You were made for this life”
He has me and knows it. His fingers rub till I tremble. Ready to burst.
He stops. Pushing me forward onto the bed, slapping my ass. The moment shattered.
He points at a pallet beside the bed as he connects my chain to a hidden clip.
“Rest. Reflect on your new life. What you have learned” “You will please me in the morning”
Wordlessly. Senses reeling. I move ungainly to lay down.
Now in the quiet dark of the room. I hear his breathing. Rhythmic. Deep.
Absurdly, I feel safer knowing He is near. I start to relax, exhausted, feeling sleep pulling me down. What has happened? So much is behind the wall in my head. As if the before, belongs to another person. Who am I? What am I? I have no answers.
Sleep takes me with the last thought: “I will please Him in the morning.”