Chapter 2: An Introduction to Slavery
Sitting there sipping the coffee and reviewing the past
few weeks I felt the tension slowly drain from my body.
I had her. Not only that but as far as I could see I
had left no clues other than ones that pointed to her
leaving of her own free will. Police don't handle
missing persons cases promptly anyway because the
majority of people turn up in the first few days. Seen
from their point of view we have Caroline Conway,
struggling student already being evicted who suddenly
looses her job then disappears with all her
possessions. Not a good candidate for being a criminal
case.
I packed everything away and started to put the pieces
of her gag into the McDonalds bag along with the
wrappers. At length I picked up a piece of tape with
traces of her lipstick on it. The color seemed in some
way wrong for her and it struck me as being a little
odd that someone who made money applying makeup should
botch her own so badly. Still this was a mystery I
would have plenty of time to investigate at my leisure.
Starting the car I left the hollow and headed back to
the highway. I was about four hours from home a
distance I intended to take in one go. I'd held out the
hope of other layovers and chances of rescue to buy her
cooperation and I wondered how long it would be before
she realized she'd been tricked, assuming that she
noticed anything above the persistent throbbing in her
crotch. Not that it really mattered of course as she
didn't have a chance to complain. The rest of the drive
was fairly uneventful, I stopped for gas once at a
small self service station. If I had been unlucky I
suppose someone could had driven up and heard her, but
it was about 2am by now and the cashier and I were the
only ones for miles.
It was about four when I pulled up outside my house. A
stand of trees and a high brick wall shields it from
the road so I could remove her without attracting any
attention. Again I hobbled her legs, though this time
she was more cooperative probably to speed removal of
the vibrator that still buzzed inside her. Her thighs
were slick with her cum and the sweat told of her
exertions. Taking the leash I lead her into the house
and down into the basement. I'd left part of it
unfinished so that the odd nail or hole wouldn't look
out of place. Originally I had planned a large lab
under my office but now that section of the basement
was hidden behind a swinging bookcase in the corner.
For now I locked the leash over an exposed beam and
left her there. Racing upstairs I changed into my
master's outfit, a cotton shirt, black leather pants,
boots and matching gloves, after all my first act would
be to dress my slave appropriately and the least I
could do was reciprocate. I returned to the basement
where she was trying the extent of the leash and
screaming behind the gag. Without saying a word I moved
the bookcase and stepped beyond. This space had been
designed to be fairly large. Originally I had intended
to surprise my friends with this room and so had kept
it a secret. That was useful now it's purpose had
changed as it stopped embarrassing questions.. At the
far end I had built a small room with a heavy iron
door.
Inside was quite spacious, enough room for a double
bed, a chair, a table and a chemical toilet. That was
her cell the rest of the place could best be described
as the dungeon. On one wall I had cemented in a steel
latticework that stood out a couple of inches from the
wall itself. This provided ample anchoring points for
straps and restraints. The other wall had a number of
large rings for the same purpose. Near the door was a
locked steel cabinet and an old wooded wardrobe.
Going to the wardrobe first, I selected an outfit for
her to wear from the clothes I kept there. The visit to
her apartment had shown me that she was a conservative
dresser. This outfit screamed slut and sex and was
guaranteed to embarrass her. I had no doubt the
kidnapping had rattled her, now I had to keep her
hesitant, uncomfortable and unsure as I started to mold
her as my slave. Most of the clothes here were off the
shelf vinyl, leather and rubber stuff from the sex
shops of New York. Being her first night however I went
for something special. I'd ordered this ensemble from a
specialist shop in LA.
Using the measurements I'd taken from her clothes.
Their catalog had contained several more specialist
creations which I intended to order once I'd broken her
in. Next I unlocked the cabinet and removed some
restraints, a new gag, a pair of shears and a small
riding crop then returned to the main basement.
By now she had given up struggling and just stood in
the center of the room shifting her weight from foot to
foot. I let her stew a little longer as I walked around
and surveyed her fine body. Then I walked over and
removed first her heels then the cuffs from her ankles.
The sudden loss of height made the leash pull tighter
at the collar and she whimpered slightly. I reached
down, placed the shears against the hem of her skirt
and with one movement cut it all the way to her hips.
Of course I could have removed the skirt without
cutting, but these clothes were her last personal
possession, the last vestige of her personal identity.
Destroying them was a symbolic act. The skirt was
relatively simple, the jacket took more time, the
blouse shredded in seconds.
By now she was yelling and thrashing around, but the
ever present bite of the collar kept her in check. I
felt a little guilty cutting off her bra and garter
belt, I loved lingerie, but accepted it had to be done.
Finally I pulled off her stockings and she stood before
me naked but for the bondage, her blindfolded face
tracking backwards and forwards waiting for the next
attack. Her breasts heaved as she sobbed silently. I
looked at the matted triangle of her pubic hair, damp
from the vibrator but still too thick for my taste, she
had an appointment with a razor tomorrow.
Next I moved a small table close enough to her that she
could reach it with some effort and placed the outfit
on it Then I cut the tape from her wrists and her hands
before removing the blindfold. She stood blinking as
sight returned. then immediately her hands flew first
to the back of her head where the gag was secured then
to her neck and the collar. In both cases she found
small padlocks making removal impossible. She murmured
something then turned to face me. I flexed the crop and
smiled.
"From now on I will call you slave or cunt, you will
call me master or sir. You have no rights, I own you
completely, even your body is mine, understand?" Her
big blue eyes just stared at me incredulously.
"I want an answer slave, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" This time
when there was no answer I slapped her breast with the
crop, she jerked to attention. I pulled the crop back
as if I was going to strike her face, she held up her
arms and cowered.
"Understand?"
She nodded.
"Good, lesson one obey first time every time and you'll
avoid punishment. If you don't you'll soon understand
what pain really means. Clear?"
She nodded, this time the response was much quicker.
"You are here as a sex slave, as your master I will use
your body as I see fit for my personal pleasure. You
will obey me immediately and do the same for any others
I designate. If you obey orders and don't try to escape
you will avoid punishment, if not the severity of the
punishment will increase. I won't kill you unless, you
threaten my life or my security but push me too far and
I can permanently disfigure you. Understand?"
Again the nod, this time however she was looking at the
ground so I put the end of the crop under her chin and
raised her head so that I could stare into her
frightened eyes. I pointed to the clothes on the table
with the crop.
"Put those on."
She looked at them, on top was a shiny black latex
bustier, at various points the rubber had been ribbed
to provide support making it resemble a space age
corset. She turned to me and I could see that she was
thinking about it.
"Put it on."
She continued to just stand, I had brought some
handcuffs with me in case she was difficult. I was
going to cuff her hands and punish her when suddenly I
saw a better solution. I pulled the table back out of
her reach and smiled. "We'll see how you feel in the
morning." I said and turned towards the stairs. I was
halfway up them when I heard her frantic mewing. She
had realized that eventually her legs would tire and
that she would be choked by the leash. I went back down
stairs.
"Ready to cooperate?"
She looked at the floor, then nodded. I offered her the
bustier, but when she reached for it I snatched it
back.
"First, dance for me."
She looked confused.
"Obey me first time, every time remember? This is your
punishment, I'm going to go easy on you this time. Now
dance or I'm off to bed." Slowly she started to gyrate
as much as the chain would let her. "Is that the best
you can do? Sexy, Slave I want you to dance sexy." I
didn't think she was really trying so I applied the
crop to the sections that didn't move enough. She
yelped a little but after about the first dozen she was
doing the best she could. I could tell that the
nakedness troubled her. Right now she would rather wear
the kinky clothes than stay like this. Most of my blows
had been to make her move her hands from breast or
crotch, I figured if she wanted to touch them that much
I should encourage her.
I smiled, "I'm afraid that you've proved you don't
deserve this fine outfit. If you want it then you are
going to have to earn it piece by piece. Now cup your
breasts and offer them to me. A muffled sound came from
behind the gag." "First lesson!" I said as I settled
back in a chair. She cupped her breasts in her hands
and thrust her chest at me while all the time gyrating
to some imaginary tune. "Now play with the nipples.
When she hesitated I flicked the crop towards her. She
sobbed but her hands slid up her breasts and her thumbs
flicked the brown nubs which soon hardened before her.
I tossed the bustier to her. "Slide it up and down your
body." This time she complied quickly, making
involuntary crooning sounds as the cold latex touched
her hard, sensitive nipples. Finally I'd seen enough.
"Ok now put it on." She struggled into it, all the time
eyeing the crop fearfully. It fit her better than
expected, forming a shiny second skin from just below
her nipples to just above her crotch. It was so tight
that her navel was clearly visible and her tits were
trust up and out making them appear even more
prominent. The hard brown nubs of her nipples stood to
attention just above the top of the cups and just cried
out for attention. I began to regret not bringing some
clamps with me. Still there was time for that later.
I held up a long black latex glove.
"Play with yourself, you don't get it until you're
wet." She glanced at the glove then at the stairs.
Then, while one hand continued to stroke and fondle her
latex covered breast and nipple, the other drifted to
her clit where she started to finger herself. I looked
at her, the eyes where now glazed and full of silent
tears. I tossed her the glove. "Get off with it," I
said.
She looked up eyes full of both humiliation and
confusion. Grabbing the other glove I passed it between
my legs then with one hand holding from the front and
the other from the rear I slid it backwards and
forwards across my crotch. She looked on horrified and
I was sure she would die rather than do it. Then slowly
with hands shaking she copied my action dragging the
slick glove backwards and forwards across her cunt
until the surface was wet with her cum. I made her
repeat the procedure for the second glove. Her hands
were shaking when she slowly pulled the gloves up her
arms.
I made her continue to play with herself and the
tactile stimulation of the smooth latex seemed to seize
her. Suddenly she closed her eyes arched her back and
started to play in earnest, oblivious to my presence.
At first I was tempted to whip her, then I remembered
the discomfort she had shown at my seeing her naked.
Quietly I slipped back to the dungeon and took a loaded
camera from the cabinet. By this time she was so far
gone that she didn't realize what I was doing until I
already had three shots. She stood there horrified at
what she was doing and of the thought that it was
captured on film. I seized on her confusion and quickly
tossed her the latex stockings with instructions to put
them on. I took more photos as she pulled them up her
legs and fastened them to the garters of the bustier.
Next I passed her one of the five inch stiletto boots.
"Fuck yourself with the heel."
By now tears of humiliation and frustration were
following down her face, she looked at the floor
sniffed and brought the heel up to her cunt.
"You don't get the other one until I see you cum,
understand?" She nodded and started to move the heel in
and out. I snapped more photos, she stopped, sobbed and
tried to say something.
"Keep it up," I said, "We don't have all night."
She tried to say something again. I brought the crop
down on one of her exposed nipples. She let out a
muffled scream.
"You'll get one every 30 seconds until I see you cum,
now do it cunt or my god I'll make you suffer!"
She started in earnest ramming the heel in and out of
her hole. True to my word I slapped her when the 30
seconds were up, after that though it was un-necessary.
She bucked and moaned her upper thighs and the tops of
her stockings now slick with her juices. Finally she
shivered and groaned, I just tossed her the other boot.
"Put them on."
She stood before me a vision in leather and latex, no
slut or whore could look more perfect. From the bondage
elements of collar and gag, though the sheer kinkiness
of the outfit to her juices streaming down her latex
clad thighs I surveyed my slave. Behind the shame and
humiliation in her tear-filled eyes there still burned
a trace of defiance, something I could break over the
next few months as I molded her into my creature.
"If you had obeyed me first time an hour ago we could
both have been in bed by now and you could have saved
yourself all this trouble." She nodded, tears still
rolling down her face. I tossed her some leather cuffs.
"Wrists and ankles, NOW!" She put them on without
hesitation all the while looking at me with those big
eyes. I stepped behind her and fastened the wrist cuffs
together before adding a hobble chain to the ones at
her ankles. Then I removed the leash and lead her to
the chair next to the small table. Using some of the
straps I'd removed earlier I secured her to the chair.
She was unresisting, all rebellion temporarily crushed
by humiliation and shame.
I removed the gag and offered her a drink. She accepted
then asked,
"Why me?"
"Because I wanted you," I said.
"But I ha..."
I slapped her mouth. She looked at me stunned. "Not
*I*," I said, "Only a person can be an *I*. You are not
a person, you're an object like any possession. *YOU*
don't exist anymore and haven't done since the moment I
took you. The only identity you'll have from now on is
the one I choose to give you."
She looked up, terrified tears welling in her eyes
again.
"From now on you will refer to yourself as 'slave',
understand." That's all you are for the moment, just a
thing for my pleasure. I may give you another identity
some day but you'll have to earn it first. Say, 'I am a
cock sucking slave slut.'" She shook her head her self
esteem denying this last humiliation.. I brought the
crop down hard on her right nipple, she yelped. "Say
it!"
"NO!"
I spun the chair around. Now had access to her
uncovered cunt and her legs were strapped to the chair
where she couldn't close them. I whipped her exposed
pussy.
"I am a cock sucking slave slut! Please Master stop!"
she screamed then started sobbing.
I pushed the ball gag I'd taken from the cabinet
between her teeth and fastened the strap. Her brief
show of resistance had crumbled, I unfastened her from
the chair and lead her into the cell. There I fastened
the collar to a steel wire attached to a pulley wheel
on the ceiling. The wheel ran on a small track which
lead from the bed to the toilet. I kept her hands
cuffed behind her but removed the hobble. She lay on
the bed sobbing. "Hey cunt," She looked up, "Just
something to contemplate, I haven't punished you for
your insolence back there. I have something in mind but
it will have to wait until morning, you might want to
ponder that." I closed the cell door on her muffled
cries.