The following is pure fantasy...
I woke up to the sound of the cage door being opened. I said nothing as he unlocked the cuffs from the metal ring and helped me shuffle out of the cage. He pulled me up so I was standing before him. My eyes were downcast, attempting to hide to my anger. He knew better and lifted my chin forcing me to look at him. I inhaled sharply at the tenderness in his eyes and smile. He held my gaze as his hands easily undressed me. My heart was torn as this was the man I had spent countless hours chatting with over the last few months, yet I was a kidnapped prisoner in his home.
Once I was unclothed, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He let me take care of my needs as he started the shower. I thought I would be left to myself until he undressed right then and there. I squeezed my thighs together in the vain attempt to hide my actions. I could see his sly smile and chose to ignore it. I followed him into the large, tiled shower. If I hadn't been shaking with fear and confusion, I would have been impressed with it. Multiple shower heads lined the walls, as well as a large seating bench along the left wall.
Handing me a bar of soap, I assumed he meant for me to wash myself. He chuckled as I began soaping myself and gently grasped my hands, placing them against his firm chest. My eyes widened and my cheeks blushed when I understood what he meant. Still shaking slightly, I grabbed the soap once more than began soaping his skin. Too intimate for my brain to handle, I did my task with emotional distance. That was until he grabbed the soap. His hands soaped up to his liking, he gently began cleaning my body.
I was getting lightheaded from the overwhelming and conflicting emotions. His hands felt like heaven against my skin, yet thoughts of his actions last night kept racing through my mind. How could he be both so gentle, sweet even, and then be the evil bastard who kidnapped me because he couldn't handle rejection. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sensations he was creating in my body. He must have noticed as he sat me on the bench. While he finished soaping up my body, he whispered sweet words to me. It was like a foreign language to my mind. Something must have seemed wrong as he held my head in his hands, calling me 'kitten' until I responded.
I jumped and looking around, my breathing rapid. "Are you back with me princess?" he asked. I nodded, still shivering slightly. "Tell me what's on your mind."
"You. This. I can't do this. It's not right...I didn't choose this!"
He looked deeply into my eyes and asked, "Didn't you?" I thought back to our conversations about kidnapping and abduction role play. He had gotten all of my secret desires out of me, but I thought there had been no harm in it. What if he wasn't speaking of the kidnapping but instead my most secret wish, to be an owned slave? While I have always desired that, I chose a career that would always be in the way. I had been a bit sad knowing this, but I helped a lot of people get their lives back so I thought it was a fair trade. Maybe he thought this was my way out of my responsibilities.
"No, not like this. I have a career and people who depend on me. Now please let me go. I won't tell anyone about what happened. I just want to go home."
He didn't respond right away, instead led me out of the shower to dry off. Our eyes met several times but he waited until he had me kneeling before him in the bedroom. "I want to make something very clear. The woman you've been until this weekend, Mary, is gone. She no longer exists. Instead you are now my kitten, my slave. The sooner you accept that, the happier you'll be." My fists clenched and tears welled in my eyes, but I fought back the urge to get up and hit him. He wanted to destroy everything I had been, wipe clean 29 years of my life. I was now resolute to escape as soon as I could.
"Very good. That you're tempering your anger is a definite sign of developing obedience. Oh you may see it as self preservation, but it won't be long until my will overtakes yours. Now to remind you of your place..." He walked toward a large dresser and pulled out a collar and leash. This was no dog collar, but one of soft black leather designed to worn against human skin. "This is your training collar. When you willingly accept me as your Lord and Master, then you'll receive your permanent one." He slipped it around my neck, lifting my hair so it wouldn't get caught. As he closed it, a lock was placed in a special latch so I wouldn't be able to remove it. Finally he attached the leash to a D-ring on the front of the collar.
I was angry, humiliated, and yet the collar did exactly what he intended. I no longer felt like a person. Instead I was reduced to a pet, property. He bid me rise and led me out of the bedroom back down to the kitchen. He patted one of the stools in front of the island. As I sat he placed the leash on the island in front of me. Then he began moving about grabbing eggs and bacon from the fridge. He was making french toast with half of a left over loaf of bread. I was soon looking around his home, as best I could. The ceilings were at least 12 feet tall on the first level. I could see some skylights in the front room which was laid out as a spacious living room. A large fireplace was on the left outside wall and would be a welcome heat source in the winter time. It was then I noticed the front door. It was to my right. At the left end on the far wall in the living room. There was a bolt on the door as well as a turning lock on the handle. I wondered if either would be locked as he lived in such a remote area.
I watched him place the sliced bread into the beaten eggs. The flat skillet was ready and heated. I debated for a minute then slowly reached up with one hand to unclasp the leash from the collar. With bated breath I put the other end on the island counter. Three, two, one. I didn't think; I just moved. I ran past the dining room and into the living room. My hand grabbed the handle with ease and twisted. It was unlocked! I threw the door open and ran. I didn't look back but I could hear him running behind me. I sprinted through the grass until I reached the gravel driveway. I didn't pause even when the rocks cut into my feet. Blood pumped with the sound of thunder to my ears. I expected rain to downpour at any second, yet it was a clear blue sky. I could see the road ahead in the distance. I was almost there!
Every muscle in my body ached. I pushed harder still, sprinting. Hoping and praying that the road would mean freedom. I heard a loud crunch behind me. I couldn't look back but I knew he was gaining. Then I heard his breathing. An arm grabbed mine pulling me towards him. I slid on the gravel pulling us both to the ground. My body jerked in mid-fall and I instead landed on his body instead of the harsh stones. His body wasn't so lucky. He wasn't naked, but only had on a pair of blue jeans. I knew his back took the impact of both our bodies.
I saw his eyes were closed so I went to move off to check on him. Instead his hands clutched at my arms holding me still. His eyes opened, staring at me. There was no anger. No his look was calculated and secure. He knew I wasn't going anyway now. It was just a matter of what to do with me. He didn't say a word as he rolled me off gently. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me back to his house. I wrapped my arms around his neck hiding my face against his chest. I cried softly knowing the one chance I had to escape was gone. This was my fate. He would be my Master.
To be continued...
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