by Paul Blades
The girl's mouth was slightly agape. Suddenly this blissful and carefree night of pasta and sauce had turned into a merry-go-round spinning wildly into space. I could sense the tension in her as her lips trembled and a small tear escaped from the corner of her eye. "You know I love you Nicky. I want to be yours."
"Then you must be mine and nothing else. I've told you this a thousand times. You must accept this or we cannot go on."
"But what is it you want, Nicky? How can I say yes to something I don't even know?"
"But that's the point, isn't it Mara? You must consent to my demands, my desires before you know them. There can be no conditions, no reservations. It's all or nothing. Now, you must decide. That or the maître’d will call you a cab and send you home. What will it be? Will you be mine?"
The girl looked around quickly. I was sure that a hundred times in the privacy of their bed she had told him she was his, that she would do anything for him. But this was different. Now she was required to say it before witnesses, not as a tender lie, a pretense, a seductive hyperbole, but for real, an oath of sorts, a surrender.
A look of fear and tension crossed the girl's face. She was clearly troubled by what her lover, or who she thought was her lover, had said. Like children, we try and wish away the unpleasant, to hope tomorrow never comes, to change what cannot be changed. It was clear that Nicky was saying exactly what he meant. Could Mara really believe him? She answered Nicky's question in a low, quiet voice, almost a whisper. "Yes, Nicky, I'll be yours, whatever you want. Just don't leave me, don't do that please. I couldn't bear it."
Nicky beamed like a lighthouse on a foggy night. The tension in the room was cut suddenly and the mood turned festive again. Nicky boy leaned over and kissed his property full on the lips, a long hard kiss, his arm around her shoulders. "I love you Mara. You've made me so happy. You are mine, really mine." He kissed her again. Mara emerged, gasping for breath, her face flushed. She looked nervously at me and Draco. I guess our role there still wasn't quite clear to her.
Draco called for the check and placed three hundred dollars bills on the table. The maître’d waived happily at us as we walked through the restaurant and out into the street. It was a brisk night, not really cold, but below forty. Remnants of the previous day's snow were still on the street, gray and white islands on the pavement. The limo cruised up to where we stood and the four of us got in. We pulled off.
The car was warm, almost musty. For a moment there was silence as the three men locked Mara in their gaze. Nicky was sitting next to her, doing an eye-gazing routine, feeling the flesh he was soon to own. Mara may not have been briefed as to what was in store for her, but Nicky boy sure was. On his left hand I saw the distinctive Klitzman ring, the cursive K, the row of chains.
Now it was Draco's turn to talk. As he did so, the couple parted, the girl's eyes once more acknowledging the presence of other men, other eyes. "Mara, I have been asked by Nicky to speak to you now about his desires for you." Draco's voice was gravelly and firm, grating, a promise of rough handling to come. No sugar coating here.
"You have promised to belong to Nicky, to be his completely and without reservation. He has explained to you that he means this in a literal sense, physically as well as spiritually. Do you understand this?"
Mara looked at Nicky, surprised. Nicky nodded, "Answer, Mara."
"Yes, I understand."
"He has requested our services in molding you, training you, so to speak, to be responsive to his desires and demands, his needs. Not only responsive, but anticipatory, disposed to please him, open to his wants in every way. Do you understand this?"
Again Mara seemed lost; she looked at Nicky, her lover, the center of her world, then at Draco, then me. What was going on here? The sands were shifting beneath her feet. "No, I don't. I don't understand." She turned to loverboy, "but I'll do whatever you ask Nicky, I promise. Please just let me love you."
Nicky laid his hand upon Mara's face, touching her gently, turning her gaze back to his. The car sped northward back to the Upper East Side, through the amalgam of traffic and lights. It rocked us gently as it moved, the whir of the traffic, the gentle throb of the motor, dull, faint reminders that the world was still outside. A world that was being quickly made irrelevant to the young girl sitting across from me in her fine black silky dress, her long, golden legs, those crystalline blue eyes. Draco continued.
"Soon we will arrive at the place where we picked you up tonight. At that time, Nicky will leave the car and you will remain with us. You are to come with us to a place where you will be shown your duties and responsibilities. Nicky will join you there in a short while. Before he leaves the car you will perform an act of surrender to him and he will place you into our custody. Do you understand?"
Mara looked once more into the eyes of her lover. She could sense that this was the magic moment. The exact point in time when her life would change unalterably. How much, she could not be aware. Few were aware of what the "place" Draco spoke of really was. I knew as did the slaves who served there. No creature there enslaved could doubt the extent and degree of her servitude. Mara would learn. But for now, for this moment in time, she was suspended between two worlds. Silently, the three of us waited for her answer.
"I understand," she said haltingly, a mere murmur, but a sentence of life. It was done. Again the tension was relieved. The four of us sat silently as the car continued towards Nicky's destination and Mara's fate. Mara hugged Nicky's arm as she nestled back into her seat, resigned, lost.
We pulled up to the curb in sudden halt. The time had arrived. The girl hugged Nicky's arm harder and cried out softly, "Oh, Nicky, I love you, please believe me."
"I believe you, Mara. I really do. I can't wait to be with you again. And I will soon. I promise. But first you must fulfill your promise to me, your covenant. Will you do this?"
"Yes Nicky, yes I will, but I won't be able to bear it without you. Can't I be with you? Why do I have to go away? Please."
"You see, Mara, even now you challenge my will, my desire. Either you are mine or your are not. If you are mine, then you must obey, without question and without reservation." He held her chin in his hand as she had turned to face him. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Now for the third and last time, do you submit your will to me, your body and soul to my sole possession, to serve me, please me and to obey me in all things?"
"Yes," she replied timidly, but clearly. The deed was done.
"Then go with these men. Obey them as you would me. It is my desire that you open yourself to them and those to whom you will be delivered so that when I come to reclaim you you will be molded and crafted into the instrument of my pleasure that I crave and desire. Before I leave, you will remove all of your clothing and reveal yourself naked to these men, my instruments."
This was the first real act of her enslavement, a test of her commitment and understanding of what was being demanded of her. We were in the middle of the City of New York. Civilization and the rule of law were only inches away from her lovely face. True, the limo's windows were tinted and three men surrounded her, intent on her obedience to this command. But at the same time, a yell, a scream. a pounding on the glass, these could lead to her liberation, her release. The doors were not even locked. She had no reason to assume that we wouldn't just let her go. However, should she obey this command, then she was truly lost, her will surrendered, overborne, her body and spirit not her own.
The girl looked at Nicky, her hands joined in seeming prayer before her, her lips trembling. All that society had taught her about freedom, morality, sexual equality was being weighed against her love, or passion at least, for Nicky. Suddenly, the decision was made. She shook her head sharply, tossing her hair over her shoulder and moved her hands to the back of her neck. Then she began to loosen the buttons of her dress, first the top ones, then, arching her hands behind her, the lower, down to her waist. Her actions were hurried now, almost frantic, as if she didn't want a moment's reflection to chan
ge her mind. Her eyes averted now, she pulled first one sleeve and then the other off of her arms, letting the top of the dress drop before her, into her lap. Her breasts strained at the dainty black bra which held them as she reached beneath her and pulled the dress down under her buttocks and thighs. Pushing it to her ankles, she pulled first one and then the other leg free. She hesitated momentarily, her eyes darting around the car interior but still averted from the three men who were witnessing her submission. She did not know where to place the dress. Draco took it from her and quickly placed it in a small canvass bag he pulled from beneath the seat.
The girl was lovely indeed. Her sharply accentuated waist set off her heavy, firm breasts. Her thighs were as golden as the rest of her, and as firm and taut as promised by her graceful, supple figure. She was wearing a pair of lacy black panties, bikini style, together with a garter belt of the same design. After she unfastened the stockings from the belt, she rolled them down each leg, slowly, gracefully. It was clear that she was not unused to arousing desire in men. That would not have to be taught.
I looked across at her boyfriend. His intensity was palpable as he stared at the delicate flower unfolding before us. Many times, I was sure, she had stripped for him, bared her beauteous breasts and belly, spread her legs to grant him entry to the pleasures which lay within, her gentle mouth, the pouting lips, would certainly have caressed his cock in a loving embrace. But this time was different. Different from all that came before, not from what would come. A woman was being transformed before our eyes by her own act and deed. Her personality, her individuality, was being shoved into Draco's little canvas bag along with her clothes. She had made the last real choice she would make in her life. Her only future choices would be between pain and obedience.
The car was warm, even hot now as the tension grew. Like a moment of epiphany, the air in the limo crackled with intensity, every visual detail standing out, burning bright.
The girl paused for a moment. Obviously the real show was about to begin, the past was about to end, it all depended on your point of view. Was it the voyage or the destination which was important? No matter, they could both be enjoyed. For Mara, though, this moment would burn in her brain for a lifetime. She had a choice. Was it her nature or Nicky's loving lies which betrayed her into choosing wrongly?
She quickly removed her bra, allowing her breasts to spring free. They were delicate, golden globes. She had apparently not been able to get a complete tan as the bottom half of her breasts, including just above her aureoles and nipples was as pale as the face of a baby. Her aureoles were large, the nipples unusually dark and plump for such a blond beauty. These two fine objects rocked gently as the girl lifted herself slightly from the seat and pulled off her panties. There, it was done. She was naked.
Draco noiselessly put away the panties and bra in the sack and then motioned for the girl's arm. She tenuously offered him her wrist and he undid the watch which was wrapped around it. He motioned to Mara, and she, understanding immediately, removed the earrings and necklace as well as the other bracelet which had adorned her. She handed them all to Draco who, after placing them in the bag, handed the bag to lover boy Nicky.
"Kneel on the floor of the car," Draco commanded the girl. After glancing at Nicky for assurance, she slipped to her knees. There was enough room so that she could face her lover and still be seen frontally by Draco and me. Her hair fell down across her shoulders cascading down to her breasts, partially concealing them. Draco reached down and drew her hair behind her. "Place your hands together behind you," he ordered. The girl did his bidding. Draco handed Nicky a thin leather thong and a collar of leather with a metal clasp, which was opened. He motioned to Nicky who leaned forward, his hand extended, the collar offered to the girl's neck. "With this collar, you are enslaved." Draco intoned as Nicky clamped the collar shut. "Your only duty now is to serve and obey."
Mara looked at Draco, a trace of panic. Was this the moment of reflection she wanted to avoid? Was a doubt now creeping into her mind as she exposed herself for the first time as an object, a chattel? Could she turn back time to a mere few seconds ago?
Draco proceeded with the ritual. "Your hands are no longer your own. Your master now takes them from you."
With this Nicky reached his arms around Mara as if in an embrace. Mara had allowed her arms to be placed behind her, joined, held there momentarily only by her concession to Nicky's desires. This changed as Nicky circled her wrists with the leather thong, first around them, then between. He tied it off tightly as he leaned over her shoulder to take in the visual effect of his lover in bonds, from here on in, a permanent part of her life. Mara's torso leaned backwards as the pressure of Nicky's body forced her into an arc. Her face was a simulation of ecstasy, her eyes now closed, her lips apart. Nicky, as he finished his task, pressing her breasts close to her body with his chest, his arms around her, looking into her eyes. A long gaze and then he took her lips. The girl fairly swooned in his arms as he crushed her against him. The passion of the moment was like fire. Their mouths worked against each other as if to devour. After a few moments, they parted, Nicky releasing her lips from his. Still grasping her in his arms he said, "Are you really mine, Mara, really mine? It's a dream to me. I love you more than you can know."
Mara's eyes were watering, her chest heaved slightly. "Oh, god, Nicky, I love you too. Please come soon Nicky, I'll miss you every moment."
"I will, I will," he replied as he separated from her, sitting back down in his seat. Draco handed him a gag and hood and turned again to the girl.
"Your will is not your own so your voice must be stilled except when it is to serve your master or those who he commands you to serve." Nicky leaned over to affix the gag to her mouth. It was a simple ball gag, a rubber ball attached to a leather strap. Mara gasped as he forced the gag into her mouth. He then fastened the strap behind her head.
"Since it is not of concern to you who you serve at your master's command, your eyes see only what it is wished that you see. Thus, you master closes them." Nicky pulled the black hood over the girl's head. Our last view of her was her arched eyebrows, a sort of last minute protest as the bag slid over her features down to her neck. There it was fastened by a simple drawstring which gathered the bag together.
The boyfriend sat back for an instant, taking in the prisoner before him. Could he have ever dreamed this? Leaning over he grasped the girl's breasts in his hands. She started, the shock of this touch surprising her. I could see her hands writhing behind her back. The bag over her head was pulsing with her heavy breathing. Nicky kissed one nipple, and then the next. "Soon, my love, soon." he whispered, "Goodbye for now." Nodding briefly at Draco, he quickly exited the car.
Draco rapped at the window where Florez had sat unseen though the partition, awaiting our pleasure. The car pulled rapidly away from the curb. Our eyes fastened on our prisoner.
The girl swayed slightly as the force of the accelerating car pushed her back. Her knees were spread far enough apart so as to keep her from falling, but the inability to use her hands to balance herself made it difficult to adjust to the car's motions. Her blond hair was splayed across her shoulders, but gathered at her throat where the black hood pulled it in. I could see the hood move in and out as the girl's rapid breathing expanded and contracted it around her nose. The effect of the gag was to heighten the sense of confinement for the girl since, in her nervous excitement, she was forced to breath only through the more constricted nasal passage. Already she was learning that her body was no longer under her own control.
Florez picked up speed as we drove uptown and then eastward towards our garage in the Bronx. After a few minutes of watching our new guest and student, Draco leaned over and pushed the girl gently backwards so that her shoulders and back rested against the seat. With his hands he spread her legs apart wider lowering the girl's body so that she could now rest her head on the seat behind her. The dim light of the car shone on her tanned skin and the narrow band of white ar
ound her hips and on her breasts glowed slightly. Her nipples stood out stiffly like the apexes of two soft, undulating mountains, as her breasts shuddered slightly with each small jolt and bump of the limousine. She whimpered slightly behind her gag as the posture of leaning back, her legs spread to the utmost, her arms pinioned behind her must have caused not a small bit of discomfort. Another lesson begun already.
After about a half hour we pulled up to the large bay door of our little warehouse and Florez flickered the high beams twice. The large door opened at once and the car glided in. The noise of the door closing was shattering after the quiet contemplative ride we had just experienced. Draco and I lingered briefly before moving, taking in for just an added second or two the soft lines of the body splayed out before us, the heaving chest, the beckoning thighs and breasts. Florez broke the spell by opening the front door of the limo and scurrying around to the passenger doors. He opened the one on the driver's side and Draco and I sprang into action. We pulled the girl up from her supine position and lifted her out of the car. About five feet away was the Econoline Florez had provided and we more or less carried the girl by her arms the short distance to the already opened side door. We pulled her inside and laid her on her stomach on the floor. Draco pulled out a hypo and, after carefully wiping a small area on the girl's ass, drove it home. The girl stiffened as the needle plunged into skin and a small whimper escaped from behind the gag. Draco carefully bound the girl's ankles with leather anklets which were then snapped together.
We watched as the girl's breathing became more measured and relaxed, the drug taking its effect. Draco, once he was sure the girl was under, then pulled the bag partially open, up to her nose and extracted the gag from her mouth, returning the bag over her face and drawing it shut under her chin. Florez had handed me the standard body bag we had used the other night and Draco and I rolled the girl's body into it. When finished, we zipped up the bag and pushed it into the "tool" compartment on the driver's side, locking it shut. Thus would she travel, shut into the sound proof compartment, oblivious to time and distance.
