As delighted as he was with the way things were progressing, Henry was also becoming a little edgy. Each time he pushed the boundaries a little further, he was never sure when she would finally decide enough was enough and take a walk. Ultimately, she still had the final choice and he was honestly amazed that she had allowed things to progress this far.
What he had in mind for her after lunch however, would prove decisive. Once he had given her a glimpse of the true nature of the life of servitude he intended for her, he would discover exactly how much power he really had. For now however, she was going along with his systematic humiliations, even though her internal anguish was plain to see.
“Master,” he heard her call softly from behind.
Henry turned.
“What is it?”
“Master, I need to use the bathroom,” she said, her cheeks flushing. She seemed to be doing her best to be invisible but her mission was hopeless as heads were turning wherever they walked.
“You mean you need to pee?” Henry asked mockingly.
Kristin nodded her head contritely.
Henry considered this and a wicked idea possessed him.
“I’m sure you can hold it,” he said. “I’m hungry.”
He noticed a subtle vibrating of her lower lip but she didn’t complain. This could be entertaining, he thought.
They continued on to a restaurant called the Romana, where he knew Kristin had once lunched with Brian. It was a sumptuous-looking place with a gigantic picture window view of the city.
Still too early for the lunchtime crowd, there was only a smattering of customers. They went inside, and several heads turned in their direction. Kristin stood with her knees together, trying to summon up as much dignity as possible.
The manager spotted them, took one look at Kristin’s get-up and hurried across.
“May I be of assistance, sir?” he said in a muted tone.
“Table for two, please,” Henry said lightly.
The manager appraised Kristin over Henry’s shoulder with a superior look. Henry figured he must have taken her for a hooker.
“I’m very sorry sir,” he whispered to Henry, “but we do maintain a minimum dress code here, and I’m afraid this young lady…”
He had continued to regard Kristin as he spoke, and Henry could see he was grappling with something. Kristin, who had been studiously examining her feet, glanced up at him and his jaw dropped.
“Miss Hartman?” he gasped.
Kristin, visibly squirming, could only nod quickly.
“Ah…I…I see,” said the manager, clearly not seeing at all.
Henry was impressed at how quickly Kristin had established her reputation around here. He wondered how long it would take him to destroy it.
“I wonder if it would be possible to bend the rules just this once?” Henry asked. “It’s quite early and Kristin and I have a busy schedule.”
Now the manager was staring at Henry, trying to work out exactly who he was.
“I’m happy to make it worth your while.”
The manager unconsciously contemplated Kristin’s bare legs for a moment, then said, “Well, of course we always value our best customers. Perhaps a corner booth would be suitable?”
“Anything would be appreciated,” Henry said graciously.
Once again, he had successfully excluded Kristin from the discussion and the manager had hesitatingly switched his attention to Henry as the dominant figure.
They were shown to their table and Kristin went to seat herself opposite.
“This side,” said Henry. “Next to me.”
She got up and slid around onto the bench seat next to Henry so that they were both facing the restaurant. Henry noticed that she had moved a little cautiously and he wondered how badly the pressure was building in her bladder.
A young waiter came over with the menus, his eyes hungrily devouring the well-defined contours of Kristin’s breasts.
“I’ll order for both of us,” Henry informed him, and taking a menu, chose a fillet steak and a Stella Artois for himself.
“And for madam?” the waiter asked.
“Just a jug of cold water and a glass,” Henry said.
The waiter raised his eyebrows, glanced at Kristin, then nodded and left.
While they waited for their order, Henry noticed that Kristin was fidgeting slightly next to him.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked her.
“Please, Master,” Kristin said, “I’m going to have to go soon.”
“I told you, you’ll have to wait until after lunch,” he said wickedly. There was the fascinating possibility that she might wet herself in the restaurant, and it excited him immensely. Would she let that happen? Was she capable of allowing herself to be subjected to such public disgrace? At what point, he wondered, would she decide that prison would be preferable to the suffering he was putting her through?
She let out a frustrated sigh but didn’t move.
The drinks arrived. Henry sipped his beer but Kristin just stared at the jug of water, so he poured her a full glass.
“I expect you to finish it all,” he warned. Henry estimated that she could get another four glasses from the jug. She should be in a fair old state after drinking that, he thought.
He watched her drink the water down and then he immediately refilled her glass.When the waiter brought Henry’s steak, his eyes were again drawn automatically towards Kristin as she gulped her way through the jug of water. Henry also noticed that the couple at the next table were now discreetly watching too.
While Henry enjoyed his steak, Kristin finished up the remainder of the water and then sat quietly with a look of intense concentration on her face.
Henry cut off a small chunk of meat, pierced it on the end of his fork, and then held it in front of Kristin’s face. She looked at the meat and gulped involuntarily. Henry realized that all he had allowed her to eat since the previous day was the small, cold dish of ravioli. In spite of her discomfort, and still under the curious gaze of their neighbors, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took the meat. Henry fed her a couple of more pieces in this fashion and when his plate was clear, he called for the check. He opened Kristin’s purse and withdrew a hundred dollar bill which he placed on the dish.
“Keep the change,” Henry said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Then, to the obvious fascination of the waiter, reached over and dabbed at Kristin’s velvety lips.
Henry had Kristin gather up the shopping bags and they headed for the exit where they were again intercepted by the restaurant manager.
“I trust everything was to your satisfaction, sir?” he asked.
“Very enjoyable, thank you,” said Henry, pressing fifty dollars more of Kristin’s money into his hand.
The manager looked at Kristin who was looking somewhat agitated and was performing a subtle little dance with her hips.
“Did Miss Hartman enjoy her water?”
“Yes, thank you,” was all Kristin could breathlessly manage.
The manager nodded, a curious smile on his face, and watched as Kristin followed Henry back out into the mall, her buttocks rolling enticingly under the tight dress.
They took the escalators to the ground floor and Henry started toward the main exit.
“Master…” Kristin gasped.
Henry turned and saw that she was looking up at a washroom sign with desperation in her eyes.
“There’s one in the parking lot,” Henry said.
“Oh…” Kristin moaned despairingly.
They went out into the bitterly cold afternoon and Henry turned up his collar. The chill will most certainly add to her distress, he thought.
“This way.”
He took her around the side of the building into a relatively secluded access lane. Kristin was whimpering now as the prospect of imminent relief caused her bladder to loosen.
The access lane was deserted except for a truck parked n
earby where two deliverymen were smoking. Henry stopped Kristin in front of a recess in the wall.
“Do it here,” he commanded.
“Here?” Kristin wailed. She was hidden from the parking lot but she was still in full view of the deliverymen who were now watching with interest.
“Either here, or out there,” Henry said, nodding towards the parking lot.
A look of pure hatred registered briefly in Kristin’s eyes, but it was too late too argue as Henry spied a trickle of urine running down her leg.
Kristin had no choice but to squat down in the alcove, in plain sight of the deliverymen. Henry grabbed the shopping bags and watched with fascinated delight as the dress rode up her ass revealing her shapely thighs. Shaking on her heels and trying to keep her knees together, she let out a groan of relief as a pool of piss grew rapidly around her. The gushing sound of her urination was quite audible as Kristin continued to pee, the puddle now spreading to the curb and running along the gutter.
After what seemed like an eternity, the flow eased off to a trickle and then, with a look of sheer torture on her face, Kristin pulled down the dress and straightened up. She stepped out of the steaming puddle, accepted the bags from Henry, and they started off towards her car.
Henry saw that there was a large wet patch around her ass, and evidently so did the two deliverymen who saw her off with a series of wolf-whistles and earthy comments.
They located her car and Henry told her to start the engine. They sat silently in the lot, Henry giving her time to warm up. Kristin looked straight ahead and there was something about the set of her jaw and the blazing in her eyes that told him she was going through a moment of crisis.
He suspected that even after having accepted her fate, this morning’s events, her public humiliations, had brought her to the brink. It was time, Henry knew, to up the ante. What he had in mind next was going to be pivotal. He could very easily lose her, but if he didn’t, then he knew that she would be his, totally.
He took a deep breath and said, “I suppose you’re filled with bitterness at what I’ve put you through this morning. It’s not nice being embarrassed in public, is it?”
Kristin didn’t reply.
“Now I want you to consider something very seriously. I’m going to take you somewhere now, and show you some things that will probably frighten and repel you. But I want you to understand that this is the only way it is going to be. I know that in the back of your mind you know that you always have the option of turning yourself in to the police, but while you are driving, I want you to dwell upon that alternative. I want you to imagine your life in a federal prison, and what would be left of it after you got out. I want you to think hard about your family, the bad publicity and the shame, and compare it with your future as my slave. Keep that comparison firmly in mind when we get to our next stop.”
Henry looked at her. She was breathing hard and her turmoil made her more stunningly beautiful than ever. Despite his air of being in control, he was in fact, feeling quite apprehensive. His next move could be a terrible mistake, but something powerful was driving him down this path. Every little victory, every compliance she made to his wishes, awakened even darker desires within him that until now, he’d never known he possessed.
Chapter Twelve
Kristin drove along West Drive barely aware of her surroundings. For a moment back there in the parking lot, she had nearly snapped and lunged at him. She could see herself clawing at his face and gouging his eyes but the moment had passed. Then he had made his little speech about wanting her to be mindful of the seriousness of her dilemma when they got to wherever they were headed.
Why had he done that? What was so terrible that he needed to remind her?
She wondered if he knew that the only reason she was able to endure any of this was that she still believed that she would find a way out. That was why she hadn’t opted to make a run for it and go into hiding. But she needed time to think, and with Shepard’s attentions continually focused upon her, it was becoming clear that the only opportunity she would have to cook up a plan would be when he was sleeping.
Already that morning, Shepard had forced her to break up with Charles and now he had destroyed her reputation at the mall. Clearly he meant to go on. She was coming to the gradual realization that the longer she stayed in this warped situation, the less chance she had of reclaiming her old life. A wave of despair threatened to engulf her but she willed herself to get it under control. She could not afford to give up hope.
Shepard told her to take a left, and she snapped out of her rumination to find herself in an unfamiliar part of town. They turned into a deserted side road and stopped outside a windowless red brick building. Kristin felt a knot of apprehension twisting in her stomach. The threat of Shepard raping her had always lurked beneath the surface, and although he had seemed content to play his humiliating games so far, maybe this was the time. But why here?
They crossed the road, Shepard pressed a buzzer, and a few seconds later a bald middle-aged man opened the door.
“I’m Henry,” Shepard said. “I called last night.”
The man nodded, his small gray eyes firmly fixed upon Kristin.
“This is your sub?” he asked. “She’s a babe. Don’t get many of that quality round here. Fine pair of tits.”
Kristin bridled at his vulgar comment, but she was also confused.
A sub? What was the man talking about?
“I’m Ray,” the man said, standing aside.
Kristin paused, looked up and down the street, and then nervously followed Shepard into the building.
The interior appeared to be a large high-ceilinged warehouse. The only other people there were a blonde woman and a long-haired youth who were opening packing cases. They glanced up, did a double-take at Kristin, and then continued with their task.
Kristin gazed around at the rows of shelves unable to interpret what she was seeing. There were chains, strips of leather, plastic appliances, curious-looking wooden frames and a variety of strange metal tools. Her first impression was that Shepard had brought her to a hardware store.
“We relocated here a year ago,” Ray explained as he led them deeper inside.
Kristin was vaguely aware that Shepard was observing her carefully as they stopped in front of a display unit.
“We had some trouble with the law,” Ray said. “Pretty much everything we do is legal, but you know how it is once you become a target.”
Kristin examined a strange item directly in front of her. It was a buckled leather strap about an inch wide, with a red rubber ball inserted in the middle. Beside it was another odd-looking device made of leather and stainless steel which made her think of a pony bridle. Open-mouthed, Kristin’s eyes drifted up to a sign which said ‘Gags and Muzzles’.
Slowly, she turned to the next display which featured a selection of what looked like medical instruments. The sign above read, ‘Nipple Clamps and Spreaders’. She looked down the aisle and everything suddenly zoomed into focus. They were surrounded by a vast array of whips, paddles, hoods, vibrators, and even a set of medieval wooden stocks. With horror, she realized she was standing in a bondage store!
She took an involuntary step backward and then another, almost tipping over. Ray was looking at her quizzically while Shepard’s face was inscrutable.
“No,” she said quietly. “No. No. No. I can’t do this. I simply can’t.”
“Think,” Shepard said to her quietly, almost gently. “Think about what I said.”
But Kristin was shaking her head now and backing towards the exit.
“You’ve already handled the strap,” Shepard reminded her. “You can do this. Don’t flush everything away now.”
As Kristin stumbled towards the door, she thought she heard Shepard shouting her name, but the blood rushing in her ears drowned out all sound. She yanked open the door, barely managing to keep on her feet and staggered across the road.
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sp; Remembering that Shepard still had her car keys, she kicked off her shoes and ran to the end of the street. Turning the corner, she looked around wildly and then pressed her back up against the wall, her chest heaving and her mouth dry.
The pervert! The sick, twisted bastard!
She had no idea where she was. Across the road was a row of derelict buildings where a group of vagrants were warming themselves over a flaming bin. They looked over at her as she hugged her shoulders against the biting wind. Her exposed legs were covered with goose bumps, her bare feet ached on the cold sidewalk, and her face was wet with tears.
The street bums were staring at her now and one of them beckoned her over. Just then, a low-slung Chrysler turned into the road and stopped alongside her.
The window rolled down and an olive-skinned youth said, “Hey baby! What are you doing here?”
In a panic, Kristin turned and fled back down the side road. Looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t being followed, she slowed to a walk. Her car was still there, as were her abandoned shoes.
Kristin had always prided herself on her ability to think clearly. She had never been in a situation like this before of course, but she knew she had to weigh her options carefully. She regained control of her breathing, sat down on the sidewalk and buckled on the hateful shoes.
She stood shakily and said aloud, “I can get through this.”
Inside, Shepard and the others were now sitting on plastic chairs over by a glass counter. They all looked up when she came in. Shepard had a strangely happy look on his face, making Kristin wonder if she had blown it.
She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, Master. I got scared.”
Ray let out a low whistle.
“You were right,’ he said.
“I told you,” said Shepard.
“You are one lucky sonofabitch,” Ray replied. “She’s too good to be true.”
The blonde woman said, “Honey, you’ve never done this before, huh?”
Kristin shook her head imperceptibly.
“Don’t you worry yourself about it,” the woman said soothingly. “Once you get into it, you’ll never want straight sex again.”
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