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 wooden 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.