The Blind Servant

  Jack's home was a huge, modern designed, two-room apartment, where the kitchen was connected to the dining room though a half window/wall and the dining room to the living room through two dark-wood steps, all across the floor's length. Most things in Jack's place had a contrasting dark-and-white palette to them that matched Eve's outfit perfectly. Black colored furniture with glass tables, and white kitchen counters with dark brown shelves. Dark purple bed sheets, dark purple closets. Even though Eve would never see these colors herself, she would come to know every inch of the place as time went by.

WEEK 1 - LEARNING THE PART

   Eve's first few days in her new "home", went by like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. Jack kept her constantly chained to that metal rack she first woke up on, and only occationaly entered the room to feed her and dispose of her waste.Eve tested the bindings' strength countless times but they never gave her any slack. Jack informed her that she had to stay like this for a week, because the glue still hadn't dried and it needed time to completely set against her skin. So, getting her hands on it before then was a big NO. That added information only frustrated and scared Eve more. She was only inches from removing this cruel thing and re-gaining her sight, her senses... her face! But the straps on her wrists didn't let her.

She'd break into fits, alone in her own darkness, trying to reach the mask with her hands or shake it off of her face but it was too firmly attached already. Those outburst occured randomly, with or without Jack's presence as she struggled to tell when she was alone.  Eve was convinced she was starting to lose her mind from the sensory deprivation. In the beggining, with the cruel mask and implants in her ears leaving her deaf, she only heard the sound of her own heart beat, and the sound of her breathing echoing through her body. So absolute was the silence though, that, as the days went by, those background sounds faded away, and she soon wasn't aware of even them.

But as they faded Eve slowly developed the ability to sense when Jack had entered the room, from the tiniest vibrations of the floor on her feet, or his hands on the metal frame. His voice, was the only indication that her ears were still functional, even though underused, as he activated the device allowing him to talk to her, his voice cutting loudly through her endless silence. Every time she realized he was in the room, Eve would jerk and scream and start sobbing. To him, she only appeared to breathe more rapidly, as without any sound or emotion displayed on her fake, porcelain face, she was incapable of expressing the despair she felt.

   Her sense of time was also destroyed by the effects of her mask. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours and the girl was unable to distinguise any form of time period, as she inadvertently drifted in and out of consciousness, a broken sleep throughout the day. She wouldn't have been aware of how many days she was chained in that room either, if it weren't for her daily meals.

It was a strange and degrading experience, being fed the way she was. The first time Jack bent her head backwards, Eve started struggling, panicked. "I'm not going to hurt you doll, just brought you your meal, that's all", he reassured her. She stopped, but remained tense, uncomfortable and terrified. She felt the man holding the mask steadily, then carefully turn something in the front of it. Eve felt him pull something out, the mask growing lighter somehow and though she wished he was removing the painful dick that was constantly bruising her throat it didn't budge. Her heart sank when she found out that the phallus was still there, keeping her at the edge of gagging at all times. Jack probed the receptacle her mouth had turned into, with another phallic shaped device, one that was filled with a green, creamy substance. He pushed it down the hole in the mask, until he felt its end push against the inner walls.

Eve felt the cold liquid hit her esophagus. She didn't taste it, she couldn't; her gooey meal had traveled way past her taste buds, and straight into her stomach. "This is your food. You'll be fed once a day...if you are perfect in your duties", Jack threw in a small warning. He kept the feeding cock in place, until all of its contents were emptied. It was a special mix that included water, and all the nutrients his slave needed to serve him effectively. "Good girl!" He cooed his toy as he removed the feeder and replaced the frontage of the mask again.

   Eve's outfit fitted her like a glove, much to Jack's satisfaction. She hated it from the very moment she woke up in it, terrified of how he had dressed her but realised whatever he had used to drug her had allowed him the opportunity. It perfectly showed off her tight ass and perky tits, with its thin, short fabric and the tight corset constricted her waist to a size so smaller than she had ever been in her life. Eve felt that her clothing left her practically nude in all intimate areas. She knew that it did, because she could feel the occational breeze that entered the room, when Jack came in, through her legs and wafting over her bare nipples; they were usually humiliatingly hard as a result of this. The knee-high stockings hugged her legs firmly, she could feel them at every slight move she made.

Her colorful wigs were just as degrading. She felt so humiliated with the scratchy, fake excuses for hair on her bald head. She hadn't mentally recovered from the shave that Jack had given her the first day. She cried and silently begged him, as he shaved each and every hair from her head, then really lost it when he mentioned that the cream he was rubbing on it would kill all hair follicles there, thus making her permanently bald. She was in such a shock she didn't even move, just stayed still, withdrawn in tears that never left her eyes, trapped by the glue beneath her static plastic face. Jack took the liberty of describing the different types of wigs to her, just to make her visualize her look better. It only made Eve more miserable, like her personality had been taken away from her, as well as her physical attributes. Although she honestly hoped to be saved by anyone, she dreaded the thought of someone witnessing her, as she looked now.

Worst of all, she hated that devilish mask. Jack had described it as well, its blankness, the way it showed none of her actual characteristics. It didn't even looked human. Just like a robot, a mindless entity, controlled by a higher power. Him.

   As the first week approached it's end, Eve continued to think of her loved ones, her parents, her two younger sisters, her friends. Would she ever see them again? Would she ever get out of this alive? All these thoughts always made her heart race, and so she tried to keep them out of her head. "He said he would free me from this frame, any day now", she thought to herself. "That's when i'll have a chance of escaping this lunatic." Still, she couldn't help but bring his dark image to her mind often, although she attributed it to the fact that it was the last thing she saw. That haunting shadowy figure... Who was that mysterious man? Was he someone that she had hurt in the past? Was this some kind of revenge? She couldn't come up with any answers, as hard as she tried.

WEEK 2 - REHEARSING THE PART

   After a week on the rack Jack entered the room as he had done everyday, but this time something was different. Eve felt his hands on her wrists, something he had never done before. Four clicks on each limb and she was free, SHE WAS FREE! A rush of adrenaline came over her. The masked girl blindly attacked her captor, launching her hands to whoever was in front of her! But, she had forgotten about the 8-inch heels that were locked on her petite, little legs and suddenly, she found herself flat on the floor.

That didn't stop here from flailing her net-gloved fists in the air, trying to punch her kidnapper. Jack was a good 5 feet away from her. He simply watched her tire herself out in seconds, she wasn't even remotely reaching him, or posing any threat as she flailed blindly. "This damn mask!", Eve tried to remove the horrendus face that had merged with hers into one. Jack half-laughed at the girl's desperate efforts. She screamed, pulling at the sides of it with all her strength. "I can't pull it off! It hurts sooo much!", Eve gave up, air rapidly going in and out her recently punctured neck-hole. Trying to remove the evil contraption was practically the same as trying to rip her skin off.

Exhausted, Eve blindly crawled until she bumped against walls and found herself retreated in the corner of the room, curled in the fetal position.  To Jack, the slow, bobbing movements of her head, indicated she was crying once again. She was totally powerless to this man, even without the restraints, and she had just begun realizing it. Jack let her have that good, long cry. For 15 minutes that's all Eve could do. The removal of most of her senses would eventually turn her into a fearful and docile slave, the only thing Jack would have to do, was be patient.

   When she had somewhat calmed, Jack hoisted his new servant to her feet and led the frightened girl out of the room where her tranformation had taken place. "The room we just came from, is a small storage room. It's also where you'll clean yourself", he told her. Eve was concerned at the mere concept of cleaning herself in a small storage room, but more important things were in store for her.

Jack spent that first day helping the blind girl get an idea of the apartment's layout.  Eve, helpless, lost and exhausted could only blindly follow his hands and instructions, wondering how she was supposed to move around a place she had never seen, with her eyes sealed shut... not that Jack heard any complaints... He guided Eve, touching the sides of her waist, to all the lengths and widths of every room, notifying her of the room, and its details, where the furniture was, what items were placed where etc... Eve felt goosebumbs on her skin, every time she felt the man's big hands hold her waist, move her forward, turn her left, then right. She felt so de-humanized being manipulated like that as she stumbled on her heels to go where he guided her.

The touch of his hands also alarmed her to the fact that this stranger could easily unlock the steel belt she was in and rape her right there, at any moment. She was sure he would have, in a few occations, where, she was tracing the apartment's walls, or facing against a table, and "Master", or him, (why was she referring to him as master?) would subtly push his hard cock, bulging through his pants, against her naked ass. Eve held her breath every time, but Jack knew it was too early and he would only damage his servant's psyche at this point. 

Eve tried to calm herself, and think clearly. Learning the layout of the apartment meant that she might have a chance of finding the exit, and escape this crazy person's plans! But she had to stay focused on learning to move now that she was blind. Jack warned her that he didn't like repeating stuff, and every peice of information he gave her was important, if she was to be able to navigate through the apartment. At the start, everything was hazy and vague. 3 steps here… wall… 2 steps… bookcase… 6 steps… step up… 5 steps… cupboard… 4 steps… corner. Eve tried to remember those combinations of steps, it was all she had to go on. She hadn't learned where the front door was, but was dissapointed when, as though reading her mind, Jack's voice echoed through her head that he kept the front door locked with three different locks at a time. Defeated she tried to go along with his will and, as the days went by, she would start to form a map of the place in her mind. 

   Navigation training continued all the way until the afternoon, with Eve becoming increasingly frustrated at her inability to urinate, nor poop. Her exclusively liquid diet, would eventually cause her body to produce only liquid waste, but for now she was suffering. The strain she was in had become unbearable. Crying in pain, she silently begged her captor with praying hands. Without any response from him, she fell on her knees and begged him. "You are not allowed to sit, or kneel in here", Jack reprimanded her. Eve quickly stood up, keeping her palms together, and her legs straight. It was the only way she could communicate any of her needs, and she was in great need now. She felt like her insides would be torn apart.

Finally, Jack gave her permission, and escorted her to what was the same tiny, storage room she had been in before, no more than 10 square feet. Eve remembered the man's words. She was to be "cleaned" in that same room. Jack unlocked her belt, which felt even more demeaning than when he had put it on. With her hands, Eve felt what seemed like a sand-pit, something people used for cat-litter. "You will only relieve yourself there", she heard.

At the thought that her toilet was the same as an animal's, Eve felt increasingly humiliated. "I'm not a fucking cat! I'm a person, you psycho!". But her bladder was aching, and her bowels needed release. She clumsily squatted over the sand pit, trying to stay balanced on those killer heels, without any help from her captor, and let herself go right there, in front of the man. Eve knew he was watching her, but she couldn't do anything to protest, her body was desperate for release. Maybe it would be worse if she saw him looking at her, at this very embarassing moment, and she was weirdly grateful that she didn't have to look at him as she went.

After relieving and wiping herself, (hopefully well enough, Jack said he wouldn't tolerate a filthy maid), Jack locked the belt back in its place, and reminded Eve that she would also have to clean her sand-pit every day, a fact that only added insult to her humiliating injury. In the same tiny room, Eve would have to clean herself, using a sponge and a hose with running water. She'd then change into the same, degrading outfit as before, Nonetheless, Jack had put some expensive soaps in there, too. He wasn't going to have a maid that smelled bad, or even average.

   After a long first day, Jack decided to rest and continue Eve's conditioning tomorrow. He ordered her to follow him into the bedroom, and she reluctantly did so. On the right of his King-size bed was the balcony door, and on the left, a wall sized closet. Jack led Eve to the furthest end of it, and opened one door. Inside was not a single item of clothing. It had no shelves either. In their places, were only three horizontal wooden frames in three different levels, that resembled a pillory. "It's time to go to bed now. We'll continue your training in the morning", said Jack, and gently pushed Eve inside the closet.

As the young girl realized she was once again being restrained, she tried to fight back! "I won't be some doll you can just store in your closet!", she screamed in her head, although she hadn't really thought of a plan for her rebellious act. She kicked the man as hard as she could, then tried to make a run for it. Jack flinched, but wasn't alarmed. The blind, deaf girl only made three steps before losing her balance on her long heels and falling on the ground. Instead, he savioured watching her try to crawl her way out of the room, out of his apartment, and out of his life. But none of this happened. He grabbed her by the neck before she even reached the door handle, and brought her towards him. "It was naive of me to think i wouldn't have to punish you during your training. Some incentive is always useful, after all".

He locked her in the three stocks of his closet, one on her neck, with two holes left and right for her wrists, one in the middle for her waist, and one down where her ankles were secured. Eve screamed and struggled against the man, but nothing was heard, except the air coming out of her neck hole. Jack took out three menacing looking, metal clamps, with sharp teeth instead of a smooth surface. "This is your punishment for being a nuisance, i hope you'll think twice about what's in your best interest, next time."

He placed one in each of her exposed nipples and one right on her little clit. Her steel belt covered her urethra and pussy, but a small hole in the front, let access to Eve's clitoris. Jack then tightened all three, until their teeth were digging deep into Eve's sensitive skin. Eve felt her eyes would pop out from the pain, if they weren't being held shut by her mask. The clamps hurt so much she started shaking, as intensely as the stocks allowed her! "Goodnight, doll!" said Jack. He closed the closet door, before locking the handles together with an matching-colored, closet padlock, sealing his crying slave away for the night. He then lay in bed, falling asleep like a baby.

   Eve didn't get much sleep during that first night. If her tears could've run from her forced-shut eyes, they would have run out by now. The pain on her most private parts was excruciating. The worst part of it was, she knew she wasn't going to be free from this torment any time soon, not before HE had woken up. Trying to jerk the vicious clamps off her body was impossible, and it only served in causing herself more pain. The only thing she could do was try to stay still and maybe get some sleep, but it was impossible.

The next morning Jack opened the closet to find her half-asleep in her suffering. As he removed the evil clamps from her flesh, she jerked vividly, from the blood rushing back to her tortured nipples and clit. As he unlocked the stocks and let her out, he noted to her that she was not allowed to touch her breasts or pussy, to relieve herself from the numbness and spread her pain around, and that only he could offer that if he wished. As a sign of a new start, he generously rubbed her nipples for a few seconds, to take some of her pain away. "Too soon, i need more!", Eve begged silently when he stopped. She stood there with her tits presented to him, all perked up, as to signal her need for more caresses. She felt horrible about her action, but the pain spoke much louder to her now than her conscience. But Jack left the room, leaving her alone and sore.

   Jack had taken a week off work, to focus on his maid's training. As the days progressed, Jack gradually begun teaching his newest servant about his needs, and what was expected of her. He rarely addresed her, although when he did, he had taken a liking to using the word "doll", as he found it to be both cute and demeaning. In addition to her continued navigation training, he started teaching her new tasks, like instructing her on how to make his favorite esspreso, with exactly 20 grams of coffee and only a thin layer of foam. Most of Eve's tries at recreating it, went horribly wrong. "You'll get it right", he reassured her, but Eve wasn't calmed by this statement. "How can i make something without even looking at it???", Eve questioned herself, more than her Master, but Jack's orders were clear. If she failed to satisfy his criteria, she would get punished. Even finding the coffee-maker and pressing the right buttons was difficult, for a blind girl. Feeling the buttons with her net-covered fingers..one..two..third from the top..*click*, then calculating the weight of her spoon on her fingers, to put just the right amount of coffee. It was a living hell, but she didn't want to meet those metal clamps again...

From early morning till night-time, he dedicated his day  to his latest acquisition. Jack would now order her to navigate the apartment, and perform simple tasks, without bumping into things. Orders like, "Go to the bathroom, take the toothpaste, go to the kitchen and place it in the drawer where the plates are." Eve tried her best but it was inevitable to occationaly find herself bumping into counters, tables, and stumbling on those damn steps a couple of times. Her new, tall heels made trying to enter the living room a big hazard. 7 steps from the kitchen table...5 steps from the living room couch, she repeated to herself, to avoid falling flat on the ground.

Every noon, Jack would feed his little french-maid. She was usually standing in a corner of the living room, when he called her. Jack had strictly forbidden sitting in any way. Her knees were always tired now, and her feet were killing her from the heels she was in, all day and night. She hadn't experienced that torment, she almost never wore heels in her every day life, nevermind without a single break! Eve broke down in exhausted sobs behind her mask, not that Jack ever noticed, realising she hadn't been allowed to sit or rest since he had released her from the rack. Even when he "stored" her she was forced to stand. He was treating her like a robot, like she wouldn't ever need to rest.

"Meal time!", the same voice would break that mind-numbing silence. Eve would obey, helpless and hungry, still feeling the walls around her to reach her destination. She tried once to object to his humiliating feedings, grabbing his arm as he went to shove the feeding tube in place. A reaction by her own ego, more than anything, which was easily suppressed by 'Master'. "If you weren't being trained right now, you would be in a mountain of trouble", Jack had warned her, trying to be lenient with her in her first days. Blatant violence wasn't going to solve much; it was only a tool for him, and he needed to use it correctly.

Eve would eventually get used to earning her meals that way, mechanically standing there while Jack pumped the fluid into her gaping mouth. "I'll need my strength if I'm going to escape... after all", was her logic for complying to his will.

 

   On the last day of Eve's training week, Jack introduced her to the cabinet with all the cleaning products she would use, he informed her how and when she would clean the spacious house. Eve was instructed to only SCRUB the floor, down on her knees (no mop was found in that cabinet, anyway). She was to scrub all the floors in the house, every day, in the hours that Jack was away at work. Jack also informed her that every room in the house had a security camera, so he could be notified, if she, by any chance, disobeyed his instructions. She'd have to scrub the floors, dust, clean the toilet, do his laundry, make the bed and couches, and cook a meal, all by the time Jack had returned from work. He informed her that any slip-up on her behalf, would lead to her being reunited with those clamps she hated so much.

As if all these restrictions and protocols weren't enough, that same day Jack got the controller for Eve's belt delivered. The butt-plug nesting all day inside Eve's ass, as well as any other attachment, could now be remotely vibrated from a short distance. Jack decided it would be a fun way to alert his "pet" at the moment he arrived home, by pressing the small button that was always in his pocket. Eve then, would have to quickly assume her position just beside the front door, to welcome him as he stepped inside, and take his coat or any other things he needed put away. In time, Jack would come to use the button, simply to call his maid for anything he desired. Thus, Eve got acquainted with that buzzing sensation fast and frequently. That added discomfort of the plug, vividly buzzing inside her, was not at all appreciated by the young woman. On the contrary, it made her feel even more used and powerless against her "Master".

   MASTER. She didn't remember ever using that word in her life, in any situation. It seemed like a strange concept to her, but one she was beginning to experience first hand. At nights Eve tried to drift into sleep in that sea of darkness she lived in, all secured inside one of Jack's closets. She had noticed that, without her sight, falling asleep was a lot harder than in the past, where closing her eyes was enough to send her into Morpheus' embrace surprisingly quickly. Locked inside that closet, Eve contemplated about her chances of ever seeing her family and friends. They should have called the police by now. Her photo must be on newspapers, t.v, something! Unfortunately, Eve didn't remember any witnesses to her abduction. Her roommate was out that night and probably came back to an empty apartment. She sobbed silently realising that, if anyone was looking for her, they wouldn't and couldn't ever recognise her now.

But most of all, locked inside her own mind, Eve thought about HIM. The only name she had for him was 'Master' and, as much as she hated it and it felt so strange to her, she couldn't help but call him that increasingly in her mind. She still had that abstract dark form in her head, from the moment he introduced himself to her. The man that had taken her face, her voice, and possibly her life away from her...