Chapter 5: To Scotland

As we climbed into bed he casually remarked, "We're getting up at five, taxi is due here at six."

"Typical of the man," I thought grimly, "Thinks I can just throw a few things together and take off." Actually almost everything was packed. From his mention of a taxi I guessed we were flying to Scotland. Sure enough the taxi took us to Stansted and a few hours later after a flight in first class accommodation we were in Inverness where a hire Rangerover was waiting. We called at a local supermarket for supplies and then drove in pouring rain to a secluded holiday cabin set in woodland, ten or so miles outside the city. The sight of it made me very nervous. David could do anything he wanted to me here and I would find it difficult to attract any attention and, unlike the house in Walsall, I wouldn't find another house I could run to just a hundred yards down the road.

My first impression was that the house was dark and foreboding. There was no power on, therefore no heat or light and with the dark clouds and sheeting rain, the place was gloomy to say the least and for a few moments I stood almost riveted to the hall floor and literally shook with fear. David seeing this, put the bags he was carrying on the floor and gave me a bear hug. "Calm yourself Jane." He kissed me and held me tight for several minutes until my shaking ceased, then ordered, "Slave start to bring the stuff in from the car while I see about the power. A card lay on the hall table giving the necessary information and by the time I returned with the third load, the lights were on and David had put the electric fire on in the lounge. The situation now looked much more cheerful. "I found two fan heaters and I've put one on in the kitchen and the other in the bedroom to warm them up a bit. There are storage heaters but they won't cut in until tonight. According to the Guestbook it was hot up here last week so they turned them off."

It was not until after we'd had a meal and cleared away that I was put into real slave mode. We'd gone into the bedroom to start unpacking and putting our clothing into the wardrobes. By then we'd both removed our main clothing and only wore our dressing gowns. "There's a special outfit in the dress case for you to wear while in the house," David informed me, "Put it on now." Of course it, or rather they, as there were two of them, were on the bottom. I put all the others away as I lifted each of them out and halfway down, I found the cane and tawse. Tears welled in my eyes when I saw them and I looked at David, "Yes," he said, "I will use them if necessary but I won't be a brutal master."

"You hope I give you cause to use them!"

"Yes and no. In some ways I want to punish you and yet I don't want to hurt you. I know that doesn't make much sense but there it is. Hang them in the wardrobe where you can get them easily when required." His statement did little to reassure me.

Further down I came to two outfits in a pale blue mesh material. By the way I could see my hands through it when I took the first one from the case, I knew it would be virtually transparent on me. "Put it on," he ordered again. I slipped off the gown and picked up the outfit. It was not unlike a tracksuit in design with a loose fitting top, full-length sleeves and elasticated cuffs. The pants were baggy too with legs that finished halfway between knees and ankles. At first I thought there was a fault in the manufacture as the seams under my crotch parted but I soon realised that was intentional. David could fuck me without removing them. When I looked in the mirror, I knew I was right about the transparency; all the gauzy material did was to give a sort of soft focus effect to my body form. My nipples and aureoles showed very clearly.

"You haven't shaved since the other weekend." I knew he'd noticed last night, as it was not very visible now from where he stood.

"No sir. I thought you would prefer to have the pleasure of doing it with your electric razor."

"So you would get the pleasure from the vibrations more like!" I nodded knowing this was true. "And I suppose you want the pleasure of shaving me too?" Again I nodded my agreement, now all to conscious of the punishment instruments in the wardrobe.

"Look in the accessories case to see what you will wear with the slave dress. In the red plastic bag." Inside I found a lovely pair of blue slippers but also several items I wasn't so keen on. On top was a leather collar with a silver plate inscribed with my name, soft ankle and wrist cuffs with rings and clasps and a penis gag. He fastened them on for me and we stood in front of the wardrobe mirror. "There," he said, "You are beginning to look like a real slave now," he laughed. Gagged I couldn't reply but I could feel myself becoming aroused. "Matty had better have a picture of you like this."

"No!" I shook my head vigorously but desisted when he glared and said, "I hope you are not trying to refuse. Or are you asking for me to try out the strap?" I looked downcast. He took me to the hallway where the light was a little better and the newel post at the foot of the stairs went from floor to ceiling. "Stand in front of the post and put your hands above your head and behind the post." David ordered. When I complied he clipped the cuffs together. "Open your legs a bit." I longed to scream at him but was powerless to do anything except obey. "Hold that position while I get the camera." Soon he returned and took a number of pictures from various angles, with and without using flash. Finally he released me and took the gag out.

We looked at the pictures on his laptop. Two were particularly revealing. One using only the natural light coming from the door showed the material in all its transparency. The other, a flash picture, again showed how seemingly transparent the material was especially where my nipples pushed the material forward but this time the light from the flash glinted off the tear running down my cheek. I looked like a archetypal bewildered slave. "Please David," I pleaded, "Don't send them to Matty. They'll be all round every office within a hour."

"Do you have her home email then? I saw she had a computer when I used the toilet at her house." I gave him it and asked him to add a note not to show them around. I doubted it would make much difference. Matty did what she wanted. Probably she'd put them on a floppy and take them in to work. He cc'd them to me as well so I would have a copy to remember the occasion.

For a while we sat together on the settee in front of the electric fire because the weather was chilly for May. "Suck me while I think what to do about your reluctance to conform to my wishes. You have got to learn that a slave can have no opinions of her own. You must do as you are told however humiliating or embarrassing it might be." It wasn't long before he spurted in my mouth but he still held my head to his groin. No doubt seeing me naked and sexily dressed had aroused him before I started.