Sincerely Slave Chapter 1
I remember as I watched her struggle in that cage. She seemed frantic as
her fingers grasped the bars pulling, pushing, and finally using her body
weight against them.
Nonetheless she couldn't move them at all, and as I sat in my office chair
watching this display on the screen, I smiled looking out the window. By
the week's end she'd be a desperate woman, hungry tired and humiliated
beyond her wildest expectations.
Turning back to the screen I admired her sleek body, full blonde hair just
below her shoulders. Her cheekbones set high on her face giving her a
small expression, and narrow eyes. In the cage with her was only a sheet
of canvas stretched across the five-foot width of the cage, for her to
sleep on. Sheila had not taken off any clothing yet, but that would be
assured in time. Patience is everything. The commode she needed to use for
her bodily functions was set in a concrete block she was unable to move,
but other than that there was nothing. There had been nothing for almost
twenty hours.
She looked around the room that the cage was in and began another session
of weeping, and screaming vulgarities and accusations, "Why, Why Me?" But
no voice answered.
Sheila was a woman that needed humility - extreme humility. Since working
with her at the company for three years I really wanted to turn the tables
on her. My chance came one night at a company party when fellow office
compatriots had gotten exceptionally drunk and related their feelings
openly. One was a woman and three were men. They mentioned having her
kidnaped and turned into a sex slave for them!
Being the crafty gent that I am I used the Internet and made my self
available as a "Slave Trainer" to them. Everything was arranged via email
and sure enough they never suspected anyone from inside the company. I
rented office space in the same building and had one room designed
completely soundproof. The large animal size cage was delivered in pieces
and resembled more scaffolding than its true purpose.
One day when the office was scarcely occupied I slipped past the bitch's
desk and dropped some knockout powder into her ice tea. There you have it.
But that was seven months ago.
Today she is still kept in that cage, on occasion she is let out but with
bondage so tight she can't get away. She fulfills our wildest fantasy's
daily and let me say lunch breaks are always tiring.
Anyway back to the past, I stood outside her door listening to everyone
left at work while hearing Sheila sip her drink and before long she
thudded from her chair onto the floor. I acted quickly, entering her
secluded office, locking the door behind me. She was gagged, bound and
pushed into her closet before even a few minutes.
I returned to the outside walking past everyone and saying, "Hey, drinks
are on me at Moody's til seven PM!" That pretty well cleared out the place
and I knew the stragglers would soon leave too, so I left the office via
the elevator. While at Moody's I told them to hold my card while I ran
back to my house to change clothes. Too bad I had them in my trunk already
but that bought me time to act out the necessary kidnaping.
With my car in the parking garage I grabbed a jumpsuit and threw in into
my briefcase and went running up the stairwell. I entered the back door of
the office suites and jogged the entire space looking for anyone. All
clear now! I slipped the Cannon brand jumpsuit on and hood to follow that.
I went to the copy room and got the large copy machine box that was folded
flat against the wall. Using the clear band tape, the box soon resembled
its original form some four feet high and nearly three feet wide. I placed
it on the cart and went to her office. She was awake, struggling and
cursing under the gag but a quick stab in her shoulder with more knockout
drug and she soon became limp. Timing was everything now, and I raced
through the office pushing the box I had curled her in. The longer she was
confined the more chance she'd awaken and create suspicious noises, or
worse yet she'd stop breathing! Off with my hood, then on to the elevator,
which was easy to get on this late in the day. When I got to the desired
floor I exited and calmly pushed the cart into my rented suite.
Sheila regained consciousness but only after all her bonds had been
removed, she was locked her into the cage, and I departed. Her cage was in
a sound proof room, with no source of natural light. The lighting was on a
timer and never went out completely but every four hours dimmed
sufficiently to allow sleep but still enough light to see her bucket. The
walls were barren, but there was a seventeen-inch computer screen in the
corner of the room which I had connected to another outside the room.
Whenever I needed to communicate, I would be able to do so easily. The
screen displayed a marque that ran slowly from the first hour she was
inside that read. "My slaves eat and drink without clothing - strip
completely when hungry or thirsty."
As one would imagine, she threw quite a fit the twelve hours and I slept
at the "new office" occasionally watching her on the video it was
extremely emotional to watch. She tried to move the bars, the commode, and
even searched a way to find out where it drained. I had to admit she gave
her all but it was futile. I returned to the party at Moody's in time to
pay the bill, and bid some of my co-worker's goodnight.
The next day Sheila didn't come in to work, but people seemed to accept
that she could probably be sick, and frankly no one offered to call her
up. Since she was single there wouldn't be anyone else wondering for a few
days at least.
During the day and night I was able to keep tabs on Sheila via a camera on
the monitor and three more placed in the corners of the room. They were
tiny but allowed for great resolution and in color! Using my desk
computer, I checked on her via my personal network.
About four o'clock everyone began to leave. I went to my other office. She
was still fully clothed but looking very tired hungry and dehydrated. More
than once she looked over at the monitor and watched the display, but
turned her head away in disgust.
I admired her stamina and actually began to wonder if she might lose
consciousness before she gave in. Then at ten PM she stood and faced the
monitor, and ceremoniously began to remove her blazer. It was followed by
her shoes, nylons, blouse and skirt. When she stood in a G-string and
low-cut brassiere, she hesitated. I watched in awe as she removed one
strap then another of her bra before it fell into the pile of clothing on
the floor of her cage. Lastly she bent and slid the G-string down her
legs. Then she stood arms folded under her large breasts and stared into
the monitor. I felt an erection coming on.
I sat at the keyboard on the other side of the wall, shook the mouse and
began to type into a word document in very large print. "Hands wide and
high on the bars." "Feet spread apart" She reacted angrily but performed
the task within a few minutes.
Next I typed the words, "Stand with feet wide and hands behind your neck,
elbows out." Again she complied though this time immediately.
She held the pose while I admired her firm breasts lifted up by her
muscles. Her nipples were very long.
I decided to test her resolve, "Offer me your breasts with your hands,
make me desire them." After giving the monitor a disgusted look she put
her hands under each breast and lifted them, then moved them together and
apart and independently up and down.
I felt she had earned water and a meal, so I wrote, "Lay flat down on the
floor, hands on the back of your neck, with your blazer over your head,
until the door slams shut." "Then you may rise up and eat." She
immediately dove to the floor, and pulled her blazer over her head and
placed her hands as directed.
After donning the hood, I took a broom handle with a coat-hook taped to it
and her food tray and slowly slid the door open. She looked fabulous
laying there with her naked buttocks and legs displayed. I pushed the tray
against the bars and used the coat-hook to retrieve all the clothing very
quietly. Then backed away and slammed the door.
I hurried back to the monitor to see her cautiously rise to her hands and
knees and turn around. Her breasts hung deliciously down. She crawled over
to the food and drink, taking it and eating it while sitting on her
buttocks. She was not ravenous but very thirsty and had finished the water
long before her food.
Sheila looked over at the monitor and motioned with her empty McDonald
paper cup for more water and I answered in type. "Lay down on your back
with the blazer covering only your head, keep your legs wide and I will
bring you some more water."
Her response was a nod and she laid down, pulling the blazer over her face
and placing her arms and legs wide. I had no other cup beside my own so I
quickly filled it with water and entered after donning the mask. Just as I
placed the cup on the floor she spoke, startling me and I quickly departed
slamming the door.
When I got back to the keyboard she was still laying there, then she
removed the blazer and sat up looking for the water, she crawled over to
it and drank it, then finished eating ignoring the monitor completely.
When she had swallowed the last of her food, she wiped her hand over her
lips and turned on her buttocks and looked at the monitor. She spoke, "If
you can hear me, tell me why you have kidnaped me?"
I typed the answer into the screen, "As a slave you do not have the right
to expect answers, so you will not get one." "You will do exactly as I
tell you is that clear?" Not that I expected her to agree but her training
had to begin immediately.
She looked at the screen and said, "So you can see me?" "Do you think I am
going to be a slave?" Then she added, "When the police find me, you will
be sorry."
I decided to test her again, "On your hands and knees, face the monitor."
She began to move at first but then sat back down and stared and said,
"No."
I dimmed the lights and went to sleep.
