was thinking as she walked to her car through the crowded mall
parking lot, thinking about her day at the clothing store and
of the weekend, about the week she had had at home. Although
her car was parked far away for the buildings, it was well lit
and there were many people about. She was not too aware of or
concerned about what was happening around her. She was a striking
woman, elegantly but conservatively dressed. She did not notice
as several admiring heads turned to watch her walk though the
parking lot, a coat draped over her arm.
been very troubled when she left for work that morning. Her
husband had left on what was supposed to be a week long hunting
trip... up in the mountains, away from everything. They had
not had words, but neither had they made love all week. And
unusual things had been happening of late. Odd hours phone calls;
once a hint of a strange perfume on his collar. She had dismissed
it as her imagination... but thoughts were creeping back as
she contemplated a weekend alone, off work.
thought about the customer who had taken a good part of her
afternoon. An unusual man, not handsome, but tall, quiet. His
most distinguishing features had been his eyes... piercing,
almost cold... and his voice... quiet, but firm... demanding
attention, respect. He had come into the men's department where
she worked, and had sought her assistance, even though two others
had approached him first. He had asked her advice as he selected
4 ties and 2 shirts. She thought it unusual that he would ask
her input on white shirts... but each item had been conservative,
asked if she would help him select some other items throughout
the store.... She had replied that she was not familiar with
the merchandise in the other departments, but he had insisted...
saying it was a very special weekend ahead for him and he wanted
her input to assure the items would be just right for the special
lady who would be in his company. She had gotten permission
from her supervisor who had insisted that she help this gentleman
in every way requested. That he was an important customer.
spent nearly 2 hours in the various women's department, selecting
mostly toiletries and intimate apparel. Only twice had he given
a small smile or chuckle... once when she had told him how much
she loved a particular perfume, one she could not persuade her
husband to get her... and when he had commented how much the
blue of some lingerie complemented the blue of her eyes and
her natural blonde hair. She knew he was an important and unusual
customer when she processed his purchases, on a store credit
card, which read only Mr. Smith. He had thanked her and wished
her a most enjoyable weekend before leaving.
thinking about what this lucky woman would have in store for
the weekend compared with the loneliness of her own... the uncertainty
that was creeping up on her. She was very deep in thought as
she dug into her purse for her keys and then inserted the key
in the door lock...
startled when she felt someone gently grasp her elbow... and
looked up into his piercing eyes. "You will join me"
he said softly, firmly. It was not a request, but a command.
" I have further needs for your assistance."
"I. I am not sure." she stammered. "I am off
work" "This is not work" he replied. "My
needs of you are more personal." And with a firm, yet gentle
turn of her elbow, he began to steer her away from the car.
my car" she started to say. "Leave it, leave the keys
where they are, in the door. It will be taken care of"
his voice even firmer, the grip on her elbow tightened as they
started toward a black Townecar parked nearby, the motor running,
a rear door open.
a whisper, calm yet afraid, her eyes falling to the ground as
he directed her to the car she replied "Yes, Mr. Smith."
He let her enter the car first and with his hand indicated she
should scoot to the other side of the car before he also entered.
"We can go now" he said to the driver, then pushed
a button at his side... a dark glass partition coming up between
them and the driver. It was then that she noticed all the windows
in back were darkly tinted. She could not see out and she was
again very afraid.
to open a small cabinet in the back of the front passenger seat,
he took out two crystal wine glasses and a bottle of a deep
red wine... as he opened the wine, without looking at her he
said, in a firm, calming voice "do not worry, my dear.
You are in no danger. And you will find your weekend to be one
of great pleasure." With that he handed her a glass, and
raised his own in a toast. "To our pleasure" he said.
are you going..." she began to ask before he raised his
hand to stop her.
your questions will be answered, my dear" he replied, his
voice now cold, spoken very firmly. "But for now, just
know I have great need for your company. You will not be harmed.
And if you do exactly as I say, you will be richly rewarded."
Smith, I am NOT..." she blurted... stopping as she saw
the hand come up again.
dear, have faith. I assure you, you will not be harmed. This
weekend will answer many deep questions that are troubling you.
But you are not to speak to me unless I have given you permission,
asked you a question, or you are expressing appreciation for
something I have done for you.. " His eyes piercing hers.
"Do you understand!" Again, it was not a request or
question, but a command.
her hands to her lap, holding the still full wine glass, eyes
downcast she replied "Yes, Mr. Smith, I understand."
The fear was still there, but the calm of his voice, the look
in his eyes were also calming to her.
not talk while the car sped down a highway, going for well over
an hour before turning onto a side road, a twisting road. Each
of them had had 3 glasses of wine by the time the car pulled
to a stop, and her door was opened... outside was what appeared
to be an old English butler in white gloves and tails...
with Edgar, my dear. He will tell you what must be done. I will
join you in one hour." Again, a soft, but commanding voice.
Mr. Smith" she replied softly, eyes downcast until she
stepped out of the car, onto the drive under a high portico
of what was a large mansion. Edgar led her through a spacious
foyer, furnished with genuine antiques and fine paintings, down
a long, wide hallway, spacious rooms to each side, to a heavy
the door, and leading her in, she could see that it was a bedroom,
much larger than most rooms in homes, dominated by a four-poster
bed. Her eyes moved only to the bed as Edgar led her to the
middle of the room. "Milady, the items you are to wear
are on the bed. You may place what you are wearing in this closet"
opening the door to a huge walk in, empty on one side, but filled
with colorful, tasteful if exotic women's clothing on the other.
"And this is your toilette" Edgar said, pointing to
another door. "Master will be here in one hour. Do not
keep him waiting." With that, Edgar turned and departed,
closing the door as he left... the solid click of the door locking
echoing through the room.
afraid, .she looked around the large room. An unusual room...
The bed was the centerpiece, but there were a number of dressers
and cabinets. And to one side of the room was athletic equipment,
including a trapeze hanging from the solid beams of the ceiling.
Slowly she moved to the bed and turned crimson as she saw what
was laid out for her. It was a part of the lingerie she had
helped him select that afternoon. The sapphire blue he had commented
about... a lacy, filmy see through bra, the very brief panties,
a garter belt, dark seamed stockings and a pair of high heeled
shoes. She blushed even deeper when she realized that all of
the items were exactly her size... and realized that this was
not a random selection. She had been carefully chosen for whatever
was ahead for her. She was afraid, but suddenly excited, anxious
to see what was happening.
up the items, thinking of what she should do... knowing she
was captive. Almost in a daze, she walked to the bath Edgar
had pointed out to her... and was surprised when she opened
the door. The room was larger than most bedrooms, and was obviously
a woman's room. The décor was light and tastefully flowery.
There was a large, stand-alone tub, and a shower to the side...
she noticed the clear glass enclosure. And a bidet... she had
seen pictures of them, but had never actually seen one.
On the counter
were a number of personal items... still holding the lingerie
in both hands, she smiled when she saw, among the powders and
other items, the perfume she herself had selected earlier into
the day. Again, she blushed when she saw, among the items, a
woman's razor. She was embarrassed when she thought that it
had been several days since she had shaved. She actually turned
away when she though about this and that it was a complete stranger
who would be coming to this room soon... and dropping the lingerie
to the floor, she ran to the door, trying to open it... and
felt panic when she realized it was indeed locked. Leaning against
the door, she tried to collect her thoughts... and thought not
only of this stranger, but of her week with her husband... closing
her eyes, taking a deep breath, she moved slowly to the bathroom...
and turned on the water to draw a bath...
As the tub
filled, she looked at the items on the counter... and was surprised
to find that each was a new jar, bottle or tube of the very
items she normally used. Or the companion items to the perfume
she had selected...
she moved quickly to bathe... and was very careful as she shaved
herself... making sure that her most intimate parts were silky
smooth and clean.... Leaving the tub, she found the towels to
be large, luxurious... and a fluffy, white, terry robe...
she sat at the counter and redid her makeup and hair, tastefully
applying the perfume...
the time was growing short, she retrieved the lingerie from
the floor... starting with the bra, then the panties, the garter,
then the stockings... then, pausing ... she moved the straps
of the garter to inside the filmy panties... thinking she could
be a bit erotic herself... then blushing at the very thought
of what she was thinking... looking into the full mirror, she
was again embarrassed when she saw how much of her buttocks
were uncovered by the panties... the stocking coming to her
mid-thigh... the seams were straight... then, as she turned
and looked face on to the mirror... and realized that the lingerie
really only accentuated her figure... the full breasts, the
aroused nipples very evident through the fine lace of the bra...
the slit of her womanhood minutely concealed by the panty...
her eyes and swallowing deeply, she wondered if she could go
through even the next few minutes, much less the night... or
weekend... she panicked... she did not know....
the robe, she put it on. And went into the bedroom... looking
about... looking more closely at the athletic equipment... thinking
it was so strange being here... and noticing that there were
tapestries on the wall behind...
For a few
moments, she wandered the room... looking at the furnishings...
but not daring to open another door or any drawers...
she took her clothing and hung it in the closet. Wanting to
examine the other things in there more closely, but hearing
voices outside, she had only seen the first item, a long, black,
velvet gown, with a low cut bodice, noting it was exactly her
size... before she went into the bedroom... and looking about,
decided to sit on the side of the bed... in the robe and lingerie...
she sat, her hands folded in her lap as the voices outside continued...
her eyes fell to her lap as she heard the click of the lock...
and heard rather than saw the heavy door open....
her eyes and watched as Mr. Smith walked across the room...
he was now dressed in a pair of silk pajamas and a rich purple
robe... her eyes again dropped to her hands as he turned to
look at her as he sat in a large, overstuffed leather chair
across the room. He gazed at her for what seemed a long time,
but was only seconds before her spoke. Again, cold, commanding...
firmly, but softly. "My dear, come, stand before me...
I want to see you... to examine you... My dear, did Edgar leave
that robe on the bed? Was it there when he said this was what
you were to wear for Me?"
under the intense gaze, hearing the words, she slipped the robe
off her shoulders... letting it fall to the bed as she demurely
stood and, eyes downcast, moved slowly, hands clasped in front
of her womanhood, to stand a few feet in front of Him. "No,
Sir' she whispered. Raising her eyes, she began to ask "Mr.
Smith, why have y..."
his hand, his eyes flashing "woman, were you given permission
to speak? Did I ask you a question?"
Sir" she whispered. Suddenly afraid again, dropping hot
only her gaze, but her head toward her chest, feeling more embarrassed
than she ever had in her life... realizing she was dressed to
be fully exposed and that she had had moments of wicked excitement
while she had prepared to meet this complete stranger...
again soft "My dear, did you find everything here to be
satisfactory... to your liking?"
up, eyes meeting his "Yes, Mr. Smith. Everything is wonderful.
But why me? What do you..."
flashing again "Woman, I told you all your questions will
be answered. But you are to do NOTHING... not talk, not ask
questions. You are not even to attend your personal needs without
my permission... do you understand, woman!" Again, it was
not a question... it was a command.
dropping, her face flushed... wishing she could hide from his
appraising eyes "Yes Sir. I will do as you say."
my dear. Do not try my patience nor my good will to you. Another
indiscretion and I will have to punish you. And succeeding punishments
will be even more harsh!"
her anger rise. "But you said you would not hurt me"
flushed, fire in his eyes. "On your hands and knees, woman!
confused, excited... she slowly lowered herself to her hands
and knees... her jaw set, her eyes determined to meet him head
on... to beat him at whatever game was being played...
SIR"... she spat out as she raised her head... "As
you command, SIR!"
walking slowly around her, glaring down at her. "Woman,
you will treat me with respect. I have not mistreated you. In
fact, I have gone to great lengths to be certain that things
were just right for you... especially for you... and you mock
me, you show me contempt... is this the gratitude I get? I offer
you escape from your troubled life... I offer you excitement,
adventure... things you would otherwise never see or experience...
and you treat me with disdain... I should pack you on your way...
back to your lonely weekend... while he frolics... you can fret...
is this what you want woman... the shelter of your fears...
the comfort of your insecurities... the loneliness of your inhibitions...
is this what you want, woman... I will send you now if this
is what you want."
her eyes, dropping her head,, taking a deep breath as she thought
before responding. Then whispering "No Sir... that is not
what I want."
woman, you must for now, have faith in me... And learn to trust
me.... You must do exactly what I ask... nothing more... nothing
less... do you agree to this, woman?"
Sir" whispered softly, as a tear slides down her cheek.
woman. I could not hear you!"
loudly, a quiver in her voice... "Yes, Sir. I will do as
you ask, Sir. Thank you, Sir"
it will be, my dear. Now, stand again... and do not cover yourself...
how can I appreciate all of your beauty if you act the shy virgin...
as I have told you... please me and you will be richly rewarded."
head bowed, hands at her side, she replied.... "Yes, Sir...
thank you Sir... but Sir, I am not a whore!"
stand before her, taking her chin in his hand, holding it a
bit too firmly to raise it so he can look into her eyes... "Woman,
will you not learn... again you speak out of turn. I will not
pay you... but if it pleases me to use you as a whore... as
a slut... I will do so... and you will thank me and ask for
more... for your reward will be in kind to my pleasure... if
you please me, your reward will be pleasure... pleasure like
you have never known... disappoint me and I will send you back
to what you know... what you have always known... where you
find comfort in your misery... disobey me and I will punish
you... do you understand and accept what I say, woman?"
her voice and eyes.. "Yes Sir... I will do so. Thank you
for your kindness, Sir."
We will speak no more of this then, woman. Now, stand straight.
And spread your legs. Lace your fingers behind your neck and
put your shoulder blades close together... I will examine what
you offer me... explore what you will make mine... what you
will ask... even beg me to use..."
Sir" she replied, moving to be as directed... only the
slightest hint of defiance in her voice... her eyes flashing
for only a moment before again falling to the floor...
clasped behind his back, slowly he walks around her... his eyes
looking everywhere.... On the second pass, reaching to gently
caress exposed skin... her side, the back of her left thigh...
the underside of an arm... her shoulder and neck, her cheek...
each touch soft... but exploring her... getting to know her....
to stand before her... his eyes moving all over her... appraising
her... and coming to rest on her breasts... rising and falling
with her breathing... the transparent blue of the bra showing
her aroused nipples....
to the "v" atop her thighs... his tongue slowly crossing
his upper lip, as he looks at the bare mons under the sheer
panty... the flower of her womanhood protruding already from
the lips of her sex....
you are pleasing to the eye... and soft to the touch... you
will serve me well, woman.. . and, chuckling, you seem to be
prepared to be rewarded.." his eyes moving to obviously
gaze at the nipples, then return to her aroused sex.
her head to the side, slightly, embarrassed by her obvious arousal,
she whispered "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I hope you find
me pleasing in ever way, Sir."
my dear. That is much better. Now, remove the bra so that I
may explore you more closely."
Sir... for your pleasure, Sir" Reaching behind to unclasp
the bra... but feeling the embarrassment again, covering her
breasts with her arm as the sheer material fell away.
for her wrist, gently moving the arm back behind her head "Do
not be shy, my dear... be proud of your beauty. But offer it
to me with respect and humility..."
Sir." whispered very softly as the hands are laced again
behind her neck...
warning, the very first contact he has with her breast... his
forefinger snaps from his thumb... sharply flicking the aroused
left nipple... and with a gasp she stands straighter. A tear
forming in each eye... "Th.... thank you Sir..." she
finally gets out...
the breast, he leans to place a kiss on the abused nipple...
circling it with his tongue, the sucking on it for a moment
then, standing back, gazing into her eyes, he rubs the nipple
with the pad of his thumb....
my dear... beautiful..."
turn retrieved something from the drawer in the table beside
the chair, keeping it in his palm, he returns... caressing and
kissing the right nipple... then, as he gazed into her eyes,
she feels the cold of a metal chain pressed against her breast...
and gasps as she feels a clamp close on the nipple... clinching
her jaw as the clamp is tightened... and gasping loudly when
the chain is dropped, hurting as it pulls at the nipple....
clinched lips..."Thank you, Sir..."
my dear... so lovely." as his thumb caresses the left nipple...
and a clamp soon is attached there... a heavy chain connecting
her full, marvelous breasts...
you, Sir... I hope to please you Sir..."a tear rolling
down her left cheek, the lower lip quivering.
my dear... remove the panties... and do not be shy when you
have done so... open yourself to me... so that I may get to
know you... learn you... explore you... and find my pleasure
in all that you offer to me..."
Sir... as you desire, Sir..." as she bends to slip the
panty down... gasping as the chain swings out, tugging at the
nipples... her long legs do not bend as the panties are slipped
down the long, shapely legs... past the high heeled shoes...
and she steped out of them... now clad only in the garter, stockings,
high heeled shoes and nipple clamps... With her hands at her
sides, she spreads her legs to shoulder width... and drops her
eyes in embarrassment as he moves back in front of her... his
right hand moving slowly to cup her sex... the flower of her
womanhood swollen and exposed... already wet from her anticipation...
the excitement of what is happening....and, knowing what he
has found... deeply embarrassed at being so open, so aroused
at the hand of a complete stranger... knowing this is just the
beginning of what he will do with her... to her... that she
will no longer resist... she bites her quivering lower lip...
stifling a moan... wondering what he thinks of her.. of her
arousal... feeling ashamed to be so anxious for him to make
her his... to use her to his will...
his finger suddenly plunges deep into her... wet, hot womanhood...
her chin drops, mouth opens... her thighs and shoulders involuntarily
tighten... and a low, almost growling moan escapes her lips....
And she struggles not to drop her hands to clasp his... to push
him deeper into her....
yes..." she moans... "Yes..." and suddenly the
hand is gone... she is left empty... wanting... as he lifts
the wet fingers to his nose... smelling the essence of her passion...
running the fingers across his pursed lips... tasting her for
the first time...
do you give yourself to me... to use as I wish... to seek my
pleasure in you... to grant you pleasure if you are pleasing
alive, yearning... feeling the mixtures of excitement and embarrassment...
lust and shame... her eyes glued to the floor, unable to meet
his intense gaze... "Sir, please... don't tease me like
this. If you want me, take me. i am yours... but don't build
these feelings in me and leave me... please..."
wickedly at her pleas... "woman, have you not listened?
your pleasure is not foremost... it is not a given. your pleasure
is to be your reward... a reward for bringing pleasure to me...
and we have only barely begun. My dear, my needs are deep and
dark... I am not sated by a quick coupling and I regard you
much too highly to treat you as a common woman... a woman to
be used and discarded. Follow me... give yourself to me and
I will help you to grow, to learn the pleasures you have never
known before... My dear, this journey will not be easy... and
our time is short... follow me, do exactly what I say... EXACTLY...
immediately and without question... and your faith will turn
to trust... and you will find the rewards I have promised...."
as his right hand moves to the chain connecting her breasts,
pulling it to bring her a step nearer... the erect nipples stretched,
the breasts lifted, a gasp as the pain turns to pleasure....
his left hand reaching to again cup her womanhood, his finger
caressing the flower of her sex.
As she stumbles
a step forward, her legs now shaking from the intensity of the
sensations, the eroticism of the surroundings, the command of
the voice of this stranger who is violating her, arousing her
in a way she has never known. As the finger presses her womanhood,
she gasps and her muscles from thigh to chest tighten to prevent
her release, she manages to stammer "Yes, Sir. i will do
my best to do so, Sir."
With a deep
chuckle, the finger slipping into her, probing deep and forcefully..."My
dear, I will remind you... you will know when you have pleased
me... and you will know when you have slipped." Feeling
her quiver and tighten in lustful arousal as he probes her,
seeing her close her eyes and clench her jaw, fighting her own
passion... "My dear, you will release only on my command...
when I am ready for you and when it pleases me.... whether I
am exploring you, learning you as I am now... if I am plying
you with implements of pleasure... if I am filling you with
my seed or even if I give you to the enjoyment of another, you
are to await my command" As his finger probes, his thumb
rubbing the swollen clit, his voice, cold, firm, the words barely
audible, but echoing in her ears... her fingers clenched into
her hands, biting her lower lip, her thighs pressing together
to keep from flooding his hand with her approaching orgasm...
Sir... ohhh, please..." as the hand falls away and again,
her body trembling with desire, she is left standing in front
of him... embarrassed by her lust, ashamed that she has, almost
without question, opened herself so intimately to this stranger...
walking toward a chest of drawers beside a heavily padded weight
lifting bench. "Follow me." He commanded.
Sir." spoken softly as she collected herself... placing
her hands together in front of her womanhood, elbows and upper
arms pressed in to support her breasts, relieving somewhat the
weight of the heavy chain connecting her breasts. She stops
2 feet behind him when he arrives at the cabinet... her head
lowered and turned away so he will not see the mixed emotions
in her eyes when he turns to face her...
opens and closes, and he turns to face her.. in his left hand
is a chain.. a leather loop at one end, a clasp at the other...
in the other hand, a dark, soft leather strap... with a clasp
and 3 heavy "D" rings attached to it. "My dear,
these will help keep you close to me as we move about the house"
he spoke firmly as he reached to put the strap around her neck..
a loud click as the clasp closes...
Her hands reaching to pull at the collar, panic in her eyes...
then her hands falling to her sides, her head dropping as his
eyes turn even darker, colder... glaring at her... his jaw set...
whispering "Thank you, Sir."
better, woman." His voice softening only a little as the
chained leash is attached to the collar.
my dear, for the first time, you have worn these quite long
enough." And she gives a loud, deep gasp as the clamp is
remove from her right nipple... and she fights the urge to grasp,
comfort her throbbing breast...
you, Sir" she gasps. As the other clamp is removed...
will feel the bite of the clamp again, my dear... when it pleases
me... but as I have said, I will not harm you"
shaking, breasts throbbing, her sex yearning for attention,
fear and uncertainty over the collar and leash... managing,
in a wavering voice, to whisper "Thank you, Mr. Smith.
i hope to please you."
to her, the corner of his eye upturned as she speaks. Then,
letting the leash out, steps back to the chest... removes something
from a drawer, and returns to stand immediately before her...
"My dear, as soon as I have you prepared, we will take
a walk through the house... there are a few things needing my
attention, and I desire your company... his hand moving to again
caress her womanhood... fingers gently rolling and pulling at
the flower of her sex... then he lowers himself into a deep
knee bend... and she fights the urge to turn away as his eyes
reach the level of her sex... the other hand caressing the smoothness
of her . and she hears a soft chuckle... knowing he recognizes
that she has prepared herself to intimacy.... He leans to place
a gentle kiss on her bare mons... and....
and staggers as he stretches her clit... and gasps again as
she feels a clamp being place on her most intimate, sensitive
part.... her chin drops, and she moans as his finger flicks
the small weight attached to the clamp... and it brushes the
my dear, we shall go to the study..." turning, shortening
the leash and pulling it tight, he starts for the door... and
she gasps as she takes the first step... the clamp stimulating
her.... the leash.... fear of what ... or who is outside the
door... remembering his words about others... blushing at her
nudity...confused and shamed by her lust... she hesitates only
a moment before the leash pulls her, stumbling, forward... and
he does not look back as he leads her toward the heavy door
of the bedchamber...
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