by FineArt

She 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.

She had 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.

Then she 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, tasteful... expensive.

He then 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.

They had 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.

She was 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...

She was 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."

* Blushing* "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.

"But 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.

Nearly in 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.

Leaning 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.

"What are you going..." she began to ask before he raised his hand to stop her.

"All 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."

"Mr. Smith, I am NOT..." she blurted... stopping as she saw the hand come up again.

"My 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.

Dropping 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.

They did 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...

"Go 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.

"Yes, 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 door.

Opening 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.

Alone, again 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.

She picked 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...

Now decided, 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...

Quickly, she sat at the counter and redid her makeup and hair, tastefully applying the perfume...

Noting that 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...

Closing 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....

Grabbing 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...

Quickly, 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...

Quietly, 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....

She raised 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?"

Flushing 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..."

Raising his hand, his eyes flashing "woman, were you given permission to speak? Did I ask you a question?"

"No, 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...

His voice again soft "My dear, did you find everything here to be satisfactory... to your liking?"

Looking up, eyes meeting his "Yes, Mr. Smith. Everything is wonderful. But why me? What do you..."

His eyes 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.

Her eyes dropping, her face flushed... wishing she could hide from his appraising eyes "Yes Sir. I will do as you say."

"Good, 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!"

Feeling her anger rise. "But you said you would not hurt me" she blurted.

His face flushed, fire in his eyes. "On your hands and knees, woman! Now!"

Afraid, 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...

"Yes SIR"... she spat out as she raised her head... "As you command, SIR!"

Rising and 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."

Closing her eyes, dropping her head,, taking a deep breath as she thought before responding. Then whispering "No Sir... that is not what I want."

"Then, 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?"

"Yes, Sir" whispered softly, as a tear slides down her cheek.

"What, woman. I could not hear you!"

Spoken more loudly, a quiver in her voice... "Yes, Sir. I will do as you ask, Sir. Thank you, Sir"

"So 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."

Rising slowly, head bowed, hands at her side, she replied.... "Yes, Sir... thank you Sir... but Sir, I am not a whore!"

Moving to 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?"

Dropping her voice and eyes.. "Yes Sir... I will do so. Thank you for your kindness, Sir."

"Good. 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..."

"Yes, 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...

His hands 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....

Then moving 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....

Then moving 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....

"Woman, 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.

Turning 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."

"Yes, my dear. That is much better. Now, remove the bra so that I may explore you more closely."

"Yes, 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.

Reaching 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..."

"Yes Sir." whispered very softly as the hands are laced again behind her neck...

Then, without 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...

Then, cupping 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....

"Beautiful, my dear... beautiful..."

"Thank you, Sir"

He then 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....

Through clinched lips..."Thank you, Sir..."

"Lovely, 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...

"Thank you, Sir... I hope to please you Sir..."a tear rolling down her left cheek, the lower lip quivering.

"Now, 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..."

"Yes, 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...

Then, as 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....

"Oh, 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...

"woman... 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 to me?"

Her body 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..."

Laughing 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...

"Yes, 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...

Turning, walking toward a chest of drawers beside a heavily padded weight lifting bench. "Follow me." He commanded.

"Yes, 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...

A drawer 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...

"Sir!" 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."

"Much better, woman." His voice softening only a little as the chained leash is attached to the collar.

"Now, 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...

"Thank you, Sir" she gasps. As the other clamp is removed...

"You will feel the bite of the clamp again, my dear... when it pleases me... but as I have said, I will not harm you"

Her voice 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."

He smiles 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....

She gasps 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 inner thigh...

"Now, 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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