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Chapter 1- Reminders
Gwen woke up with a start. The last thing she remembered was leaving the company gym and heading toward her car. What she didn’t remember was ever reaching it. As she laid in the bed, she felt strange-this didn’t feel like her bed. She reached up toward the headboard and found that her hands were cuffed together.
As Gwen began to panic, she tried to open her eyes and found that she could see nothing. Her breathing quickened as she took a mental stock of her surroundings. She was blindfolded and her wrists bound. She could also feel that she was naked under the sheet covering her and her ankles were bound together. As she started to struggle, she could hear someone opening a door. She went rigidly still, hoping they would not notice she was awake.
“You must be wondering where you are by now,” said a distorted, deep voice. It sounded like it came through some kind of speaker, maybe even a voice-changer. Gwen continued to lie still, hoping the voice would go away. “That’s okay, I don’t need you to talk, just listen. Your days of freedom are over. From now on you’ll serve me and do what you’re told. I’ve missed you.” He let that sink in for a moment. “Any questions?”
Gwen hesitated. Clearly this man already knew she was awake, but she was still scared to say anything. Her heart pounded in her ears as she began to speak. “But who are you?”
The voice entered the room and brought her racing mind to a halt. The distortion was gone and the voice was all too clear now. “It’s been too long, Gwen. It’s going to be nice to have you back.” Gwen began to shake as she realized who belonged to that haunting voice: her former boyfriend and Master, Saul.
Gwen hadn’t heard that voice in over ten years. He was the only Master she had ever truly had. He had ruled her every move when he wanted to and she had welcomed his authority. She had often missed those days, but she had moved on long ago after they had broken up. She had left Saul for a new love interest that she was still with now. What Gwen couldn’t understand was why Saul was doing this. Why now? What made him want to kidnap her and bring her here, wherever here might be? “Saul?” Gwen’s voice quavered as she started her question. “Why?”
Saul answered her with a smack across her blindfolded face. “It’s bad enough that you can’t figure it out on your own. Now you’re forgetting the rules, too. No speaking without permission, slave.” With that, he ripped her blindfold off with a jerk.
Gwen tried to open her eyes, but the lights were so bright they hurt. She squinted and tried to look around the room and get her bearings. Another smack greeted her check. “On your knees, slut! Assume the position. I presume you can at least remember that much.”
Gwen scrambled to get down off the bed and onto the floor. Disentangling herself from the sheet was a challenge with her hands and ankles bound, but she moved as fast as she was able. Her cheek still stung as she frantically tried to get down on her knees, head on the floor at his feet and ass in the air. If there was anything Gwen did remember it was her former boyfriend’s fondness for punishment. The last thing she wanted to do was incur his wrath for moving too slow.
“Better. I expect to see that kind of enthusiasm in everything you do here, Gwen. The next time you hesitate, there will be painful consequences.” A sharp slap to her ass reminded her of another of his rules.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied quickly, but weakly. Gwen’s thoughts were still swirling around in her head. She couldn’t understand how she came to be here. What was Saul playing at? Sure, he was her master before, but it was a part time game they played, nothing like what he was trying to enforce here.
“I can’t hear you, slave. Where is that enthusiasm?” Saul punctuated his response with another, stinging slap to her ass.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied louder. Her voice still shook, but she hoped she made up for it with volume and sounded enthusiastic.
“Getting better,” replied her
Master. “Unfortunately, it sounds like you are still a little confused. Let me
lay it out clear for you, dear. I’ve decided to formalize our relationship at
long last. You are mine now. Don’t worry about your old life-it’s
over now. Your boyfriend has received your Dear John letter, your boss
terminated you by letter after finding child pornography on your computer, and
your family and friends believes you are on an extended vacation in
Gwen was in a daze. How could these things be? She hadn’t done any of those things, but clearly he had. “Still with me?” his voice interrupted her thoughts. “Good. Let’s keep going then. What we had before was only a taste of what you are going to experience now. You are my slave. You will do as you are told at all times. You will speak only when spoken to. You will keep your eyes down at all times and will not dare to look me or any of your masters in the eye. You are a slave. You will wear clothing only if expressly told to do so. Otherwise, you will be naked at all times. You will be bound at all times until I believe you can be trusted not to try and run away. Running away will get you nowhere. Trust me when I say this-there is nowhere to go. You will service me sexually and anyone else I designate and you will do it with enthusiasm. If you displease me, you will be punished severely. To make sure you understand this, you will begin your service here with your first punishment. Let’s go.”
Saul grasped her upper arm roughly and hauled her to her feet. “Come on, Slave. It’s time for your initiation.”
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