He pulled himself from me, took my left wrist along with the chain in his hand and led me past the kitchen, down the short hallway and to the right was the bathroom, with no door. He let go of my wrist and stood to the side of the doorway, leaning up against the wall.
“The reason there is no door is because you will hide nothing from me that I wish to see. If you are allowed privacy it will be of my choosing. Look at me, Princess, this is important for you to understand now.”
I looked up into his sparking eyes.
“Only you control your mind, Princess. But from this moment forward I will have complete control of your body. You may feel your treatment at times to be very humiliating and even degrading. Put your hands behind your neck, dear.” He ordered passively.
I begrudgingly complied, watching his eyes lower to my chest as I brought my arms up. I saw the hint of a smile on his lips before he resumed talking.
“Your body belongs to me for the next three days. As promised, I will not harm you unless your actions such as earlier call for such, as I am sure you would agree. I want to teach you things about yourself that you have probably never even thought of before. I hope that through my control of your body that you will allow your mind the freedom of learning and enjoying the experience, and if nothing else, you will walk away with a better understanding of who you really are, and who you were always meant to be.” He reached up brushing the hair from my face and eyes.
“Go now, I shall leave you alone for one hour. Please do your best to think about what I have said rather than plotting how to sneak out in the middle of the night. I assure you that is not possible,” he said.
I saw him sneer as he looked at his watch.
“One hour, Princess,” and he walked away leaving me in the doorway.
Chapter 3: Submission
I stood in the large bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. Black smudged make up under my eyes, my eyelids swollen and puffy, and his dark red hand print on my left cheek, raised and swollen. I turned on the water in the sink and took a washcloth from the shelf above the toilet. I washed my face while contemplating his words.
Three days of being his slut puppy and he was going to just let me go? But I’ve seen his face now. I would be able to identify him to the police. Why would he just let me go? He wants me to feel more at ease, I thought. He wants to give me a false sense of security. I turned off the water, lowered the lid on the toilet, and sat down, holding the warm washcloth to my swollen eyes.
I hope his tongue hurts as much as my cheek does. I pulled the washcloth from my face and tossed it onto the vanity.
I opened the sliding glass doors on the shower, turned the water on hot, waiting for the steam to start rising. I got in the shower and closed the doors as best I could to accommodate the chain. I closed my eyes as the hot water beaded down on my head, running my hands through my long red hair and wetting it thoroughly. My mind was all over the place as I let the hot water flow down the back of my neck, gathering my hair to one side. His words flooded my mind in a mangled, twisted mess. What would I understand by this time tomorrow? What does he mean to teach me about myself? I shuddered at the thought of his controlling my body. What sick and twisted things would he do to me and force me to do to him?
He has to sleep sometime. What would prevent me from slicing through this collar and slipping out while he slept?
He would probably drug me so that I slept while he did, I realized. I finally settled on the thought that I should probably make the best of my situation for the next three days, holding onto the hope that he really would let me go in three days time as I finished washing my hair and body.
I grabbed a big white fluffy towel from the rack and wrapped myself in it, while I took another and toweled through my hair, looking at the assortment of items on the vanity. His words came back to my mind, “a pose of submission.” I looked at the collar around my neck followed by the long gold chain. He wants me to act like a dog, I thought, an obedient well-trained dog. I bet he is one of these sick bastards that enjoy watching a woman lick the bottom of his shoes.
I shuddered at the thought of that and started to brush out my hair.
I jumped when I heard a knock at the door, which was not far from the bathroom. I listened as he approached, glancing in on me as he passed the bathroom and answered the door. I heard him say thank you and then close the door and lock it. He walked back past the open bathroom carrying a large silver tray. The smell of food trailed behind him and my stomach growled, loudly reminding me that the last thing I had eaten was a handful of stale trail mix several hours ago. The food smelled very good, and my mouth started to water in anticipation. I could hear him playing with the chain and soon, I felt a modest tug from the collar around my neck.
“Your hour is up, Princess, come join me for dinner.”
My stomach lurched and twisted as I tossed the towels in a pile in the corner of the bathroom. I placed my hands behind my neck as I reluctantly left the bathroom and ascended the hallway, sporting my naked sex and feeling rather shameful. He was right, this was humiliating and I wanted to cover my pussy instinctively, feeling the shame of him seeing me so open and bare.
“Stop there, my dear, and pull your hair away from your beautiful breasts and let it flow behind your back. I never want you to cover your beautiful bubbly mounds again. Please do try to remember this, or you may receive a punishment next time you hide them from me.”
I watched his lips curl into a smile as he sat on one of the chairs next to the table, examining me as I followed his instructions, and placed my hands back behind my neck.
“Very, very, lovely, my dear, now onto all fours and crawl the rest of the way to me,” he said smiling.
I looked down at the floor, ashamed to do as he asked. My insides were shaking as I lowered myself to my hands and knees, moving the chain out of my way as I crawled slowly but steadily towards him. I stopped just short of his feet and then knelt with my feet tucked under me, and my hands respectfully in my lap as I felt the tears forming in my eyes.
“Is this what you feel to be a submissive pose, Precious?” His words were inquisitive and his eyes held a bemused look.
I nodded my head while the smell of the food caused my tummy to rumble, allowing him to hear my hunger. He lifted the lid on the tray of food and my eyes followed.
“You are famished, my dear, but you must earn your dinner before I let you have it.”
I looked back to his face awaiting an explanation as my mouth began to water.
“First of all, my Precious, I would like to see a true submissive pose while you sit there at my feet begging for your dinner,” he said softly.
He got up from his chair and squatted down in front of me. He took each of my hands and placed one on each of my thighs. Then he pushed open my thighs, put his hand under my ass and lifted me slightly, scooting one foot and then the other under each side of my buttocks. He told me to lift up and to support myself on the balls of my feet as he moved them. This caused my knees to lift from the floor so that I was in more of a squatting position. He brought a finger up under my chin and pushed my head up.
“Straighten up, my dear.”
My back arched and my breasts rose, making my chest more prominent.
“Lesson number one, Precious, never conceal your decadent treats from me again. I will show you more of what I mean soon.”
He stroked my still damp hair telling me to lower my eyes but not my head to the floor, to which I complied, while he sat back down in his chair. He looked at me for a few moments and then took a few bites of his food while I looked at his gray nylon socks.
“Would you like some food, Princess?” he asked coyly still chewing on a morsel.
“Yes please,” I said softly without looking up at him.
“Yes please, Sir” he corrected me. “And you are required to look at me while you speak to me.”
I tried again, in order to please him that I might be rewarded with something from
the tray of food.
“Much better my pet, now move closer to me. I would like your head to hang just above my crotch while you sit in that same position and I want you to beg for some food.”
Anger welled up inside of me as I leaned forward, placing my hands on the floor, my ass rising shamefully as I crawled closer to him, positioning myself between his open thighs so that my head was positioned just above his crotch. My breasts hung in a resting position partly touching his thighs. He reached to my left breast, tweaking my nipple, causing it to become hard and then did the same to the other as I felt my insides starting to shake.
“Speak pet, tell me what you desire,” he commanded.
I looked up at his face. “Please, Sir, may I have some food?” I asked trying to sound as meek as possible.
He took a small piece of breaded fish and laid it on his crotch. “Eat it from my crotch, pet, and while you do, embrace the feeling of humility.”
I reached to take the fish and he grabbed my wrist and squeezed it hard. I yelped just a little and looked at him. My eye’s begging him of what I’d done wrong.
“I said to embrace your humility pet. You will eat your meal from my crotch without the use of your hands.”
His words were stern but the look in his eyes showed a mild excitement. I lowered my palm back to my thigh and lowered my head, bending just enough to pick up the food with my teeth and eat it. He repeated this four more times and each time, I would accept the food by way of lowering my face to his groin.
My shame, as well as my hatred for him continued to build. You sick bastard. I felt his finger under my chin, prying my eyes up to meet his. I knew he could see the brimming tears in them that I was trying not to let fall, as I swallowed the bit of food in my mouth.
“Is this hard for you, my Precious?” There was an evident smile on his face as he took a drink of wine from his glass.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, blinking and a single tear rolled down my reddened face.
Surely this is what he meant by degrading. I felt like a controlled animal, conditioned to respond according to the master’s wishes in order to receive my reward. He lowered his glass to my lips and told me to drink as he tilted it up. Some of it dribbled from my lower lip and ran down my chin then to my neck. The wine was bitter and dry, I didn’t like it very much, but I drank none the less. He took a cloth napkin from the tray and wiped at the spilled wine.
“Lean yourself back a little, pet, and let me see that submissive pose I showed you.” He sounded amused.
I complied with his orders, inching myself backwards a few inches, arching my back with my legs spread, one foot under each of my buttocks while I rested my hands on my thighs and looked down at the soft shag carpet.
I could feel my nose wanting to run as another tear fell and rolled off my cheek, landing on my right nipple. I peeked up through the hair over my eyes and watched as he open his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them open, and exposing his semi-hard member. Resentment ignited, knowing what he was going to order me to do next and my bottom lip started to quiver.
He put a small cut up piece of fruit in his pubic hair next to his cock and ordered me to come and get it. I paused momentarily, looking up at his face, my eyes begging for him not to desecrate me this way.
“Do it now,” he ordered. “You must learn to do what you are told, when you are told to do it, without the slightest bit of hesitation, because I assure you, there will be no compromise with me…ever! This is lesson number two, my Precious, that you learn how to please me to my satisfaction, not your own. Your mistakes will cost you later.” He winked.
He placed his hands on his thighs and waited for me to take the fruit from his open sex. I inched myself forward, unable to hold back the tears now and took the fruit with my lips. Before I could lift my head up, his hands were in my hair, he turned my face to the side and pressed my cheek into his pubic hair, forcing me to look at his cock as he rubbed each piece of fruit up and down his shaft and then pressed it to my unwilling lips forcing me to eat it.
My nose was running freely now as I forced myself to chew and swallow the pieces of pineapple and strawberries after he scented them with himself. Tears were running into his hairs, but he paid little attention as his cock grew stiff and hard with my breath against it.
He took hold of himself, as if he could no longer stand it, and moved the head of his cock to my lips. He rubbed it back and forth over my mouth while he maneuvered my head with his left hand, gripped firmly in the back of my hair.
I pursed my lips tightly not wanting his cock in my mouth. I got scared and brought my hands up to his thighs. I tried to push myself back, an audible squeal of resistance tearing itself from my lips.
He gripped my hair tighter, causing me not to want to pull away.
I let a little sob go.
“Oh princess, how I long to have you suckle and drink from me,” he said with a groan.
I felt his thighs flex against my chest.
“But I am a very patient man, and I will wait for your full submission. I do not want to force myself on you.”
I felt his hand relax in my hair and he pulled it away and softly stroked my cheek and the side of my neck. I felt a flood of relief that he was not going to force his cock into my mouth. The fear of vomiting up my recently eaten food diminished as I sighed in relief, noticing my hands had become cold and clammy as I moved them back to my thighs.
“Sit up, precious, and look at me,” he whispered.
I pulled my head from his lap and straightened myself up, sitting in the pose he had shown me, while I sniffled to keep my nose from running. I looked into his eyes.
“I need to use the rest room, Princess. You are free to sit in my chair and finish anything left on the platter that you so desire. There is more wine in the bottle too.” His eyes looked somewhat remorseful as he got up from the chair and carefully moved past me, running the ends of his fingers over the top of my head as he made his way into the hallway.
I sat there just the way he left me for a few moments, feeling a little dumbstruck. His words lingered in my mind as I pulled myself up into his chair. I used the cloth napkin to wipe my tears and my nose, and then ate another piece of fish and finished his glass of bitter, dry wine. If it was not in his interest to force himself upon me then why was he treating me this way?
In a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink running. Soon he came down the hallway, his pants buckled back around his waist. He picked up the gold chain as he approached the table. “Have you eaten all that you wanted, my dear?” he asked sounding cheery.
“Yes, Sir, thank you.” I replied. Instantly, I wondered why I had just said thank you to the man who had kidnapped me, chained me up, and forced me to do such humiliating things in order to receive mere morsels of food. I looked down at my lap feeling ashamed of myself.
“Stand up, Princess, hands behind your head and follow me to the couch.” He pulled up the slack on the chain and tugged at it. He watched as I stood and placed my hands behind my head, remembering to clear the hair from my breasts. Then he led me to the leather sofa, carefully strewing my chain so that it didn’t tangle in the legs of the table and chairs. He sat down on the sofa, but ordered me to kneel on the floor next to him, while keeping my hands locked where they were.
He took one of the books from the glass coffee table and opened it. Inside were pictures of beautiful woman in different submissive poses. Some of them bound and gagged on beds, others were in shackles and chained to a wall naked, feet barely touching the floor. The heading at the top of each page read, submission, with a pose of a different girl on each full page.
“Keep looking through those, Princess, while I fix myself a drink.” He swiftly got up, moving to the bar, ice tinkling into the glass. I watched as he poured some whiskey into the tall glass, and then fill the remainder with dark soda. I kept one hand behind my head while I lowered the other in order to turn the pages. I paid brief attention
to the women posed on these pages, while I became more interested in what he was doing. He stood behind the bar for a couple of minutes observing me, while he took a sip of his drink.
I felt uncomfortable and tried to keep my focus on the pictures. I turned the page, to find a woman in a full leather body suit, or maybe it was made of rubber, it was hard to tell with the pictures being in black and white. She had a tight hood over her face. Her hands held above her head, with a thick silver chain. Her legs spread wide with metal bar attached to each of her ankles. Her head draped downward and she looked quite helpless.
I turned the page and it showed the same woman with a view from behind. She was bent over somewhat, an opening in the back of the suit exposed her buttocks and a portion of her pussy lips. The adjacent page showed her again but with another woman at her side, dressed in leather also, but more skimpily. She held her buttocks apart amplifying her anus, and the wetness between her pubic lips.
These photos frightened me somewhat and I wondered if this is what he intended to do to me. I continued to flip through the pages more quickly feeling nervous as the photos got more derogatory with each page I turned. Close ups of woman with painful looks on their faces, some with pictures of a cock in their mouths and others showing a close up of a cock in a pussy.
These photos obviously turned him on and I started to feel afraid that he was going to string me up like some of the women in these pictures, maybe taking photos of me like that too.
He walked back over to the couch and sat down near me. “What do you think Precious, can you see yourself in any of those poses?” He started to pet my hair, while he waited for my reciprocation, pulling it back and letting it fall onto my back and shoulders.
“No, Sir.” My words were shaky and I knew he sensed my fear as I joined my fingers back together behind my head.
“You are to look at me when you speak to me, my dear. I shall give you some helpful ways to remember that before the night is through.” He chuckled taking a long drink from his glass.
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