by Alan Horn
I felt fine now except for being naked, chained and blind. OK I wasn't fine. What the fuck was happening to me? Why me? I also didn't know where I was or how long I had been unconscious. I wasn't starving, so no more than a day or two. Who would know I was gone? The company expected me to be on vacation for three weeks. Mr. Gautier would miss me, but at 4 pm on a Friday. He might not call the office until Monday. I was supposed to be on my annual sabbatical. No one at work would miss me for months. The company took care of my apartment. I had no roommate or non-work friends. No relatives I contacted regularly. And, most annoying, no boyfriend or other male in my life.
What was happening to me. Why had someone done this to me. I didn't have any enemies. I was a partner at a New York law firm. I worked on intellectual property issues. No patent problem was worth kidnapping and chaining me like an animal. Was it? Had I stepped on some crime lord's toes somehow? No. It wasn't possible. Who had taken me. Why had they taken me? How had he controlled my body at the restaurant? What was going to happen to me. Rape was implicit in my condition.
I stood up, cautiously and followed the wall to the end of my tether. I could only take small steps, maybe a foot before my ankle was snubbed short. Nothing. I went back the other way. Nothing. I stretched my feet out as far away from the ring as possible. Nothing. I crept around in my personal darkness, afraid of falling. Nothing. I went back to the wall. I tried to stretch my hearing and smell as far as I could. Nothing. All I had were my chains and hard concrete. I waited. There was nothing else to do. I couldn't stop my mindless soul searching though.
A noise. I heard something. Far away. It was footsteps. Someone was approaching. Thank God. Wait, was the person here to help me?
A woman said, "Hello, Miss Henderson. Not too uncomfortable, I hope?"
"Yes, I'm uncomfortable. I've been kidnapped. I'm chained to a wall. I'm naked. I'm terrified. Are you responsible for this?"
I felt a fiery burning pain on my thigh. I screamed and a hard ball was stuffed in my mouth. I felt her hands buckle it tight in my mouth. I tried to tell her I was sorry, but the ball held my tongue down and I could only grunt. I heard her footsteps walk away." Oh No. Please don't go. Come back. I need water. Please, I silently thought. But they went away.
I cried for my lost freedom, my lost water, my lost sight. I pleaded with God to let me see and walk and drink again.
I slept again. I awoke to approaching footsteps. I struggled up against the wall and waited.
The woman, I think it was the same one, said, "I'm here to give you some water. Do not speak."
I felt her remove the gag. I licked my dry lips and opened my mouth. She held a water bottle to my lips and let water run in. I bathed my tongue in it. I let it trickle down my parched throat until it was all gone. She said, "I'll bring some food later. Then we can talk. Open." She put the gag back in and fastened it. I heard her footsteps go away. It was a lonely sound.
My relentless soul searching started again. Who was she. Was she my captor? An employee, another captive? Or something else. There was so much I needed to know. I tried to focus on my questions. What was going to happen to me? Where was I? Who was in charge? Why, oh why was I kidnapped? Why was I hooded and gagged? Would I be raped? I would hold that one for last. I was sure that was my fate, otherwise why keep me naked and helpless?
She was gone a long time. She implied it wouldn't be a long time. I was hungry. Every time I thought about food, my hunger grew. Now I was ravenous. Finally, I heard her footsteps coming.
She said, "Miss Henderson. I brought you some food. I will feed you. You may not ask questions or complain." She removed my gag and gave me another drink.
"Get on your knees and spread them wide. Arch your back. Hold your head up high. Keep your ass on your heels. Get in this position when I am here. Is this clear?
"Yes. How should I address you?"
"You may call me mistress."
Mistress! No way in hell. I had friends. I had power. I was not a maid or a menial. I opened my mouth to give a stinging rebuke to this woman. I paused, remembering what had happened to me last time I raised my voice. I would play along until I could find out what was going on. "Yes, mistress. I would be grateful if my sight could be restored and my hands and feet freed. I know I am fastened to a wall, so I could not escape."
"No." She put a piece of apple in my mouth. It was by far the best food I had ever had.
I ate it and opened my mouth for more. A piece of orange was put in. I sucked that down quickly, Next I got a piece of carrot, followed by broccoli.
"Mistress. I need to go to the bathroom soon. Could you take me?
"No. I have brought you a pail. I will put it next to the wall on your right. If you make a mess, you'll clean it up with your tongue. Be careful."
I heard her put it down. I would never know if I were being watched. To use the pail in front of unknown watchers was daunting. I don't doubt I will use the pail when need becomes urgent. The pail and hood and chains must be punishment. The insidious punishment of the hood was clear. I damned the hood and the pail and my captor. I was helpless. I wanted to cry, but the hood suppressed the tears.
I must have offended someone. Who could it be? I don't remember ever making anyone angry. I just did my job and tried to be good at it. I was good and won most of my cases, but I was always professional. I don't remember an opponent ever being angry with me. It could be a kidnapping for ransom. I was well paid, but wasn't worth much money, not compared to my clients. My mother wasn't either.
"Mistress, this is frightening me. I don't know why I'm here or how long this will last."
"I would be frightened too, Miss Henderson."
"It would be less frightening if I could see. I will pay money to get rid of the hood."
"I'm sure you would, Miss Henderson."
"Can you tell me how long I have to wear it?"
The pain was fearful as the whip scalded my breasts. I screamed again and again. I rolled over to my side. I struggled hopelessly to touch my inflamed chest. My chains clattered again and again as I fought the unyielding links. I was more helpless than any chained animal ever was. Once again she pulled me upright. I sobbed with hopeless anguish. I was so damned helpless against this demonic woman.
"No questions Miss Henderson. You will wear that hood until you are ready to have it removed. Maybe you will wear it for life."
"Mistress, I don't know how to get ready. I think I'll go crazy first."
"Maybe not. The whip will teach you."
"I would like to speak to whoever sets the standards for me."
The whip scalded my thigh. I screamed and rolled on the ground. My chains clattered and clanked as I tried to reach the fiery cut and sooth it. My every motion was snubbed by the unyielding links. No animal was ever as restrained as I. I sobbed into my hood.
Strong hands lifted me to my knees. She held another piece of apple to my lips. "That was a demand, Miss Henderson.
I ate an apple and an orange, some vegetable. I was full. "Mistress can I know why I'm here?"
Another horribly painful blow on my back. I screamed and the gag was stuffed back into me.
"Because you are beautiful and someone wants you." I heard her leave.
Because someone wants me? Wants me? I didn't know anyone wanted me? I was indignant. Some one took me and chained me naked in a concrete cell because they wanted me? What gall! And why haven't they just stepped forward and made love to me? Why the hood, and chains, and no questions? What was going on?
I fumed and cursed and threatened any number of fanciful punishments on whoever had taken me. I spent hours in my rage. Finally I tired of threatening fanciful reprisals far beyond my ability to achieve. I resigned myself to learning only through osmosis. I could not affect my environment. I couldn't ask questions. All I could do was breathe, eat, sleep, use the pail, and mince to the limit of my tether. I don't think any healthy young woman was ever so helpless. I despaired.
For Julie Henderson
there was no day or night. Mistress came irregularly and fed and watered her. Her pail was emptied every three or four feedings.
Days passed. I lost count. I had no way to record or recollect anything. I had watched movies and read books involving interrogation. I had been cut off from most environmental clues. It was possible that even likely my diurnal clock was intentionally being confused. All they had to do was vary my feeding times. I didn't have any other clues to time of day. My God. I was being conditioned to .. what? I didn't know. I hadn't been asked anything.
The only visitor I knew of was Mistress. I may have had visitors I didn't detect. Cameras may have broadcast my boring plight to millions. I learned to piss and crap adroitly in a pail. Never missed. Never wiped, either. I was able to hold my ass cheeks wide apart with my chained hands as I squatted. Worked OK, but I have acquired an unpleasant aroma.
One day my routine changed. Mistress unlocked my chain from the wall and helped me stand. She led me some ways. I passed through several doors. The floor changed from concrete to tile after a while.
My feet were pulled apart and fastened to the floor. I felt my tether fastened above my head. I had to stand tall to avoid choking.
"Its time for a proper whipping Miss Henderson. You may scream or if you wish I will gag you."
"Mistress, I know you will whip me, but I would like to know if I am being punished. I would like to correct my behavior if so."
"Of course you are being punished. You were to receive six. Now you will receive seven because of the question." She pulled my chained wrists high on my back and fastened them to my collar.
I do not want the gag, Mistress."
"All right. I will give you an opportunity. If you do not scream I will retract the seventh stroke. It will be a chance for you to excel, Miss Henderson."
"Thank you, Mistress. I will try." I would try. Removing one stroke was a worthy goal. If I could show obedience under the whip, perhaps she will be more lenient with me later.
Good. Count the strokes and thank me after each one."
"Yes, Mistress."
The first scalding stroke lashed across my upper back. The pain was bad, but not as bad as I feared. I stifled my scream. I could do this. "One. Thank you, Mistress."
A long pause then the second stroke landed on my waist and curled around to caress my tummy. Again, it was bad, but I could stand it. I didn't scream. A ladylike whimper escaped me, but that was all. "Two. Thank you, Mistress."
The third hit the top of my ass cheeks. It was much harder than the first two. I was sure I was bleeding. I felt my flesh recoil under the force. I strained against my bonds to no avail. It was terrible to have to just stand still and take the pain. My helplessness compounded the pain. I longed to be able to rub my wound and soothe it. I clamped my mouth shut and whimpered softly. I held my scream in and realized I felt it more in silence. I was proud of my fortitude. I opened my mouth . "Three. Thank you, Mistress."
The next three all hit my ass as hard as the third one. I kicked and squealed and stamped my feet. I didn't scream. My poor, poor ass. It would hurt for a week.
"Well done, Miss Henderson. Were you trying to obey or prove something to yourself?"
"Mistress, I think a little of both."
"Good answer. I'm going to shave you then wash you, Miss Henderson. Don't move."
"Thank you, mistress."
The lather felt warm and tingly as she spread it on my pussy. Her strokes with the razor were gentle and smooth. I could feel my traitorous body responding to the stimulation. I felt the warmth growing in my loins. I heard a soft moan come floating out of me. I shifted my loins involuntarily.
"Keep still, Miss Henderson."
"Yes, mistress. I didn't move on purpose."
"I know. You're a hot bitch aren't you?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Maybe that's why you're here."
"But, mistress, I never flirted or played around. I didn't even have a boyfriend."
"Don't know, Miss Henderson. Your body is superb. Maybe your new owner thinks you were too cold?"
"Owner, mistress? Am I a slave now?"
A fiery cut on my already bruised ass made me scream.
"No questions Miss Henderson."
"Yes, mistress. Please call me Julie. Miss Henderson is much too formal for a naked 'slave.'"
Another fiery cut on my ass. "That's for being snarky."
"Yes, mistress, Sorry."
She lathered my body all over. She seemed to pay special attention to my loins and ass. She rinsed me off with a stream of warm water. She rubbed her hands all over my body. It felt so good just to be touched again. She massaged my breasts and squeezed and pinched my nipples until they were rock hard and ached in a good way. She stroked my labia lips until I was panting. Her fingers slipped into my well lubricated cunt, Then I felt her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her head leaned to my left. I felt my nose ring pushed to the side. Then I felt her nose ring press into my lip beside mine. It was strangely erotic to know our rings were pressed between our faces. I wished I could see and feel them. They were large and smooth and felt the same. She kissed me hard and long while her busy fingers warmed my belly. I didn't know what to do. The kiss was erotic and felt wonderful. I reached my tongue out and felt the ring hanging down to her upper lip and it was thick. I moaned when she left my mouth and even louder when she stuck her tongue into my pussy. She sucked and licked all over my cunt. I felt her ring sliding over my pussy. It was as erotic as her tongue. When she took my clit into her mouth I exploded into a fantastic orgasm. I screamed my pleasure. My belly spasmed and my love juices gushed down my legs.
"Guess I'll have to wash your legs again, won't I, Miss Henderson?"
"Yes, mistress," I gasped, still recovering "sorry, but thank you so much, mistress."
"Miss Henderson, you get to return the favor now."
"Mistress, I would like that. May I ask you a question?"
"No, Miss Henderson. But I will tell you I wear a nose ring. Mine is silver and yours is gold. All the women here are ringed. I will wear mine always. You may be able to lose yours.
"Mistress, do you like it?"
"Miss Henderson, you are getting close to a whippable question so be careful. Yes, I do like the way it looks and feels."
"Mistress, I hope this doesn't earn me a whipping, but I wonder if you ever take it out?"
"Silly girl. I can't take it out. My master put it in me and its permanent. I still love it for the way it looks and for its symbolism. No more questions now."
I felt helpless but I was also ashamed of my instant longing. I was still helpless. I felt her lips on mine. I ran my tongue over her ring. It was huge and solid. I opened my mouth in sudden lust. I kissed her back and our tongues danced in my mouth. I felt my heat rising again. I wanted to love her as she had loved me. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was swiftly disposed of by my heat.
She rubbed her breasts against mine. I discovered her breasts naked too. I never suspected until now. She had a master so she must be a slave. Was she usually naked or did she just want to keep her clothes dry when she shaved and washed me?
I knelt in slow motion, kissing her flesh all the way down. She was naked. My hungry lips found her labia lips and I licked them, one at a time. When I heard her moans of pleasure, I slipped my tongue between them and licked her inner cunt lips. Her love juice was sweet and musky. I loved it. Her breathing became rapid and gasping. I felt her belly spasming inside. I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked and licked it until she came. Her love juices spurted warmly down my breasts. She backed up, out of my reach and said, "Thank you Julie, you were wonderful. Now it looks like I have to wash us both again."
After we were both clean and dry, she freed my ankles and led me back to my cell or room, whatever. I felt so much better, so clean, so alive after my orgasm. For now, at least, I didn't care much about my condition. I wish I knew what my keeper looked like. She felt like a young woman, but she spoke
so formally.
My world now was darkness, chains and Mistress. Mistress brought me pain at times. Mistress and pain was better than no Mistress, I realized. Without her, my world was empty and lonely. I would play with my chains for want of any other distraction. I would kneel near the wall then stretch my hands down as far as I could. If I made my hobble chain tight, I could reach it with my hands. I would rattle it and pull it up, forcing my feet closer together. I would count the links and feel them for imperfections. I came to know each of my inflexible links as old friends, companions in my plight.
Sometimes they were familiar enemies, agents of my captor. Forcing helplessness upon me. Other times they were just my companions on an endless voyage. It was a voyage of patient discovery for me. I found obedience and subjugation. They weren't as bad as I had feared. I came to like them quite a lot, especially since they brought a friend: freedom from pain. Mistress was correct. The whip did teach me to be respectful and to accept what was. My old life faded and I stopped thinking of freedom. I learned patience.
I heard her familiar footsteps approaching. I knelt with proper posture and said, "Greetings, mistress."
"Hello, Miss Henderson."
"Please, mistress, call me Julie. I feel you are my only friend here."
"No, Miss Henderson. I am your keeper. It is more intimate than friendship. Stand up."
I struggled up and waited as she unlocked me from the wall.
"Its time for your proper whipping Miss Henderson. Don't make a fuss or it will be worse."
"I won't, mistress. I will obey you if you need to unlock my hands or something. You were right. The whip has taught me obedience."
"Yes, Miss Henderson, you are progressing nicely." She took me only a short distance. Just further into my room, I think. She locked my wrist chain to the end of my tether then I felt my arms rising behind me. I was forced to bend over to relieve the strain on my shoulders. She stopped lifting my wrists when my body was parallel to the floor. I felt my breasts hanging down, swaying gently. "Miss Henderson, ask me to whip you."
