Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 2: slave jason
Jason had been in Australia only 3 days visiting a friend. He didn't
expect to be set up on a blind date but Mark, his old college roommate,
thought that he should give Amanda call.
"You'll just love her, really," Mark goaded him. "She has the same
interests as you, trust me."
Those words rang in Jason's ears.
"Trust him?" he thought. "This clown was the campus practical joker.
Why should I trust him?"
Mark never pulled anything more than harmless pranks on Jason, but
it did usually involve dating and women. The most memorable being
when he set Jason up on a date with a transvestite. Harmless
hijinks but not very funny or original either. One thing was for
sure this time, Amanda was all woman.
He spoke to her on the telephone for about an hour prior to their
date, but she seemed evasive on certain topics. But she had a
sexy voice and did not lie when she described her good looks.
Since he would be heading back home to California in a week, they
agreed to cut to the chase and get right to the sexual part of the
relationship.
She set up a kidnapping scenario over the phone and Jason quickly
agreed. He had always been interested in that type of thing, bondage
and such. But he never really tried it with a complete stranger. After
all, dominance and submission is based on trust. What was this then?
Insanity, he decided. But he couldn't deny the heightened arousal he
was experiencing at the hands of this long-legged goddess.
They were already on the highway for an hour when Jason took a peak
at Amanda. She warned him on the phone that he was to keep his eyes
forward during the car trip. But he hadn't expected the ride to last so
long and her scent was driving him mad with lust. He glanced at her
from the pointed tips of her gleaming black pumps to the top of her
amber mane. She shot him a glare and he retreated.
Amanda intimidated Jason, certainly. With her three inch heels she was
a full inch taller than him. But now in the car, it seemed more like
twelve inches. Whenever a truck or auto would pass, Jason sunk down
lower in his seat. Nobody noticed him, who cared?
Finally, at sunset, the pair reached their destination. They pulled up
to an iron gate which seemed to open magically, at least to Jason's
sleepy eyes. In the distance, at the end of the road, stood the estate,
Amanda's estate.
Amanda parked the Volvo by the front door and went around to the
passenger side to release Jason.
"Quickly," she said, "my husband will be home in two hours."
Amanda untied Jason and ripped the tape from his mouth. He didn't know
which stung more, his lips or his ears.
"Your husband?" Jason raised his voice.
Amanda gave him another one of those looks that would melt rivets from
a bridge. He rephrased the question in more hushed tones.
"You didn't say anything about a husband."
Amanda invited Jason inside. She had much to explain to him. The foyer
was magnificent. Tastefully decorated like the fine woman herself.
The house looked even bigger than from the outside, Jason thought.
"Yes I am married Jason. But I don't want my husband to play any part
in this. You are here under the pretense of my having hired you this
afternoon. You are to be the estate's caretaker, the handyman, if you
will," Amanda softly and evenly explained.
Jason could not believe his ears.
"Hired me? I'm going back home next week. I have an important job
with countless responsibilities. I went to college. Handyman, indeed!"
Jason pleaded, but quickly backed off.
"I mean, Amanda, what's really going on here? Is this some sort of
joke? Did Mark put you up to this?"
Jason was actually starting to get teary-eyed.
Amanda let out a girlish giggle.
"I met Mark in a bookstore about a year ago. Very pushy that one. He
gave me his business card. Wanted me to call him. Well, I was doing
some Spring cleaning and found the card, coincidentally the same time
you arrived here. I gave him a call and offered him the same deal as
I'm offering you now. It is an offer, Jason. You could leave right now
if you want but once we start, there is to be no jumping ship in mid-
stream, so to speak. Of course, I must be here when my husband arrives
so you'll have to make other arrangements."
Jason was dumbfounded.
"May I use your telephone?" he asked politely.
Mark did not answer the phone.
"Was that bastard in on this?" Jason thought to himself.
"By the way, Jason, don't bother calling a cab. We're way too far out
in the country for that," Amanda chirped. "And if you take my car I'll
simply report it stolen."
In resignation, Jason asked Amanda to elaborate on the future of their
relationship.
"Like I said before, you'll live here under the guise of a domestic
servant, doing odd jobs and the like. When my husband leaves for work,
then your actual duties will commence. Duties that my husband must
never know about. You are to provide me with sexual pleasure, Jason, on
command. I do enjoy hours upon hours of oral homage to my private
parts. I like nice long massages and foot rubs. Oh, there are
countless ways that you can give me pleasure, Jason," Amanda purred,
her face a beaming mask of tranquillity.
Jason was given a tour of the house, each room bigger than the next.
The pair finally came to the end of a hallway as Amanda opened a door.
"What's this closet for, Amanda?" inquired Jason.
"That's no closet, silly. That's your new home," came the snide reply.
"And by the way, that's Lady Mowbray to you from now on. You forget
that even once and I'm afraid there may some unfortunate consequences."
Jason looked at his tormentrix, then at the cramped, sparse room. There
was a bare lightbulb that hung from the ceiling and a mattress on the
floor. That was about it. One window with iron bars stood out like a
sore thumb. Jason was invited to admire the view. On tiptoes, he was
able to make out a swimming pool in the distance.
"Don't worry, Jason," Lady Mowbray said with honey in her voice. "You
will soon learn to love it here. More importantly, you will eventually
learn to love me."
Jason felt a rush to his temple. He had a crush on her already.
