Ah, I see you’re awake! Don’t bother trying to wiggle out of that, Girl! It’s the best chastity belt money can buy. I suppose you’d know that if I were to remove the hood on your head. I guess the hood’s not really necessary anymore. Hold still for a moment. There you go! Have a look! You see? Titanium steel banding (with a nice chrome plating). Don’t you look so adorable right now? Your hair is a mess and your eyeliner is running down your cheeks. Such sweet tears. Are they tears of joy from seeing the brand-new chastity belt I am letting you wear?

     They’re not?

     Why are you asking to know the whereabouts of your clothes? You don’t own any clothes! You are a slave! Slaves don’t own anything, you stupid cunt! Quit carrying on like that! Stop trying to remove the chastity belt! If you don’t take your hands away from it…

     Good girl! Smart too! If you had kept tugging and pulling at it, I would have had to discipline you! You don’t want to be disciplined. I promise you won’t like it. Now why are you putting your hands over your breasts? Don’t tell me you still think you own things! Those breasts (AND YOU) belong to me! Now take those hands away from MY breasts! In the future, if I ever say that something is yours, know that I am not referring to ownership. Know that I am referring to responsibility or caretaking. When I tell you that I want you to keep your body clean, I am telling you that you are RESPONSIBLE for keeping MY body clean. When I tell you to brush your hair, know that I mean I want you to brush MY hair. Do you understand?

     Ha, ha! Police? You are going to call the police? And what do you intend to tell them? Are you going to plead that they come and rescue you? Well, you could do that, if you ever got ahold of a phone, but it would do you no good. I have already registered you as MY property. The paperwork was completed a week ago. Don’t try to act like you don’t understand. Five months ago, when the new laws went into effect, women lost all their rights. Even a common mutt has more rights than women do now. With all your feminist ranting and raving, it was only a matter of time before men had to put all of you women in your place. It was made very clear that ANY women past the age of seventeen must be registered as the property of a male. Any woman that was found to be unregistered could be claimed, free of charge I might add, as the property of any male that so desired it, as long as the proper paperwork was filled out.

     Your boyfriend? Ha! That idiot had all the time in the world to register you as his property, but that fool refused to do so. He’s one of those whiney little brats that still believe women are equal to men. Regardless of his beliefs, he should have registered you anyway to ensure something like this didn’t happen! Instead, he rebelled against the laws and allowed you to roam around as a “Free Woman.” What an idiot!

     No, he won’t come and find you and no, he won’t kill me for this. He was reported for housing and feeding an unregistered woman. He will be fighting the battle against the new laws from inside of a prison cell for the next fifteen years, I’m afraid. So, tell me, was it you that decided that he should not claim you as his property, or is he just a complete idiot like I suspect?

     Your silence speaks volumes. I had guessed correctly; he’s an idiot!

     Oh, sweet child! No, I didn’t report him. I was actually planning on obtaining you in a more formal manner. I had wanted to see the look on his face when the police ordered him to hand over MY property! No, on that account, we were both blind-sided. I was fortunate enough to hear the call over the police radio about his arrest at his place of employment. That was when I hurried to your usual hangout, chloroformed you, and brought you here. I figured that someone else was planning to snatch you up as well and since possession is still nine-tenths of the law, I decided to save myself the trouble of battling it out in court over ownership of you.

     Yes, I’m a police officer –and your antics did not escape my observation. Really? An unowned woman frequenting a bar and acting like such a… Never mind. Those days are over and in the past. You belong to me now. I’m getting hungry and you need to make some dinner! Since you don’t know the layout of my home yet, I will lead you to the kitchen. Now if you would be so kind as to stand up and turn around.

     Yes, I’m going to handcuff you until we reach the kitchen. I wouldn’t want you to get any ideas about running away. Good! Those aren’t too tight, I suspect, but tight enough. Now, turn around. Good! Now I’m going to attach your leash.

***** You are led down a long hallway and then stairs. You are then led through a foyer and down another short hallway into a kitchen. *****

     This is the kitchen. Judging you by your recent lifestyle, I’d guess you couldn’t boil water without burning it. Over there is the fridge. Oh, good! You know what a fridge is! In the fridge, you will find a pound of fresh ground beef. Go there and get the ground beef. Put it on the island in the middle of the kitchen and then wait there until further notice.

     What’s that? Oh, yes, of course! The handcuffs. Wait a second… There you go! No more cuffs! But I can’t leave you here unattended. You might do something silly. Turn toward me. Chest out. Now this is going to hurt for a bit, but I’m sure you know it’s necessary. These clamps that I’m putting on your nipples will hurt for a bit, but the pain will pass. Ah, good! A good fit!  I just need to lock them… there! Now, this chain that I am drawing between the two clamps is solid gold! You should thank me when you get the time for adorning you with such a precious gift. And now, this is much less expensive, but still very nice, a silver chain! I’m going to attach it to the gold chain and then… attach it to the island… there we go! With these little locks, any attempt at an escape will be futile! You’ll see that the chain only allows you access to the fridge and back to the island. Now go over to the fridge and get that burger like I told you to do.

***** You receive a sharp smack on you buttocks *****

     Good girl! Now bring it back to the island hear. Now take a good look at everything on the island. Do you see the spice rack, bread crumbs, bowls, measuring cups and spoons?

     Good! So, you’re not blind. Now, do you see the folded piece of paper next to the spice rack?

     Good! Now pick it up and read it to me.

     Yes, that’s right! It’s a recipe for meatloaf. I took the time to chop up celery and onions. I don’t know if I can trust you with a knife just yet. You’ll find them in little containers next to the eggs. Go ahead and get to work. I’ll be back in half an hour to put it in the oven.

   ***** You are left alone for half an hour… *****

     WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?! I told you to mix the meatloaf! And you not only disobey me, but you throw all of the ingredients all over the kitchen? Needless to say, this does not make me happy! COME HEAR, CUNT!

     THE CHAIN! THE BEAUTIFUL CHAIN! The links are stretched! You tried to break the chain! You stupid cunt! It’s ruined!

    ***** SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ***** (Your buttocks are burning from the fierce slapping.)

***** I unlock the silver chain from the island and pull it tight. Your nipples feel the searing pain as the clamps are drawn out and your breasts are pulled up and forward in front of you. **********

     Follow me, you little shit! I warned you that you wouldn’t like being punished! NOW you are about to find out how much you won’t like it!

******** You are led out of the kitchen and back through the short hallway to the foyer. The whole time you are grabbing at the chain to reduce the pull on your nipples. We stop at the foot of the stairs. *****

     That will be enough of that! I don’t want you touching the beautiful chain that you tried to destroy. Turn around! Hands behind your back. Now… I’ll just put these handcuffs back on… and…then… There! Now come along!

***** You feel the clamps puling at your tender nipples and walk quickly to keep pace with me. Your nipples burn under the pressure of the clamps and the occasional tug of the chain as you are led back up the stairs and down the long hallway. I stop at the third door on the right, retrieve a key from my pocket, unlock the door and shove you inside. I remove the handcuffs and push you toward a table in the middle of the room. *****

     This is where you will learn obedience! Climb up onto the table!

     I SAID CLIMB UP ONTO THE TABLE!

***** SMACK! (Once again, your buttocks are on fire, but it draws away from the burning sensation in your nipples. ***

     On you back! Arms up over your head! Spread your legs!

***** Rope is tied tightly around your wrists and ankles. The rope is pulled tightly. You lie there with your arms firmly secured above your head and your legs spread-eagle and firmly held down. *****

     Well, now. There doesn’t seem to be a need for your chastity belt at the moment. I’ll just… unlock it… and… remove… it. There now. It’s out of my way.

     Oh, what a pretty little pussy you have. All nicely shaven and smooth to the touch! And what do we have here? Why it’s your pretty little clitty! Oh, but this chain and those clamps are in my way now. I suppose I’ll… have to… remove them! There now! The cunt’s entire body is now ready for punishment! Are you starting to cry?

     GOOD! You should be crying! But now I wonder if it’s really out of remorse over how bad you have been or if it’s because your poor nipples have all the blood flowing back into them and they burn even more? Maybe it’s neither of the two! Maybe it’s because you know the real punishment is about to begin!

     Ha! That’s it! Oh, your breathing is becoming rapid! The tears are starting to flow. Do you think I’m going to beat you? Maybe pull out some whips and chains? No, no, sweetie! I’m much too imaginative for that! I wouldn’t want to leave any scars or bruises on you. That would be like fixing a stalled car by hitting it with a sledge hammer! Barbaric! No, I’m going to give you a tune-up!

***** You feel my fingertips tracing down your left arm from the wrist to the elbow. Very gently, like a fly walking across you.  *****

     Oh, my dear, you seem to be relaxing now. Your breath is calming down. This is good. Do you enjoy this?

     Good! But remember, this is a punishment. Does it feel nice? Do you feel the gentle trailing of my fingertips down your arm? As I get closer to your shoulder, you seem to be more at ease. The tears seem to have stopped. Let me assure you that they will probably return, but for now, I am pleased.

***** My fingers gently flow across your inner arm toward your armpit and then back to the elbow. I trace the inner elbow and the drag them back along your inner arm to your armpit.  Slowly, and methodically, I trace my fingertips across your armpit. *****

     You’re not giggling? That is good. If you giggled, I would have known that you didn’t trust me. It feels good, doesn’t it? Yes, my dear girl, I can make you feel good when you are obedient, but when you are not, I will punish you!

***** My fingertips gently drag from your armpit to the side of your left breast and slowly dance across your breast and nipple. *****

     You are excited, yes? I can see your nipple rising and hardening. So, you enjoy this. Are you thinking that I will pinch your nipple?

Yes?

     Ha, ha! You realize that you are pleading to me to pinch your nipple? Well, not today! You are being punished, remember?

***** You feel my fingertips gently moving toward your right breast. Dragging so gently. I slowly drag each fingertip across the erect nipple and the move on down the side of your breast and up the inside of your right arm. Your breaths are slow and deep. As my fingertips reach your right wrist, you feel the fingertips of my left hand gently begin to trace along your neck from just behind your right earlobe down across your Adams apple and then down to your collar bone. Slowly, they move straight down between your breasts and down toward your navel. *****

     Does that tickle? I suppose it does…

***** My middle finger stops to circle your belly button. *****

     You’re flinching! It tickles a lot, doesn’t it? Look at you squirm!

***** My fingers continue down, over your abdomen and pause just above your pretty little pussy. They trace around the outside of you lips, but do not touch them and then the sensation of my fingertips stops. *****

     I going to want to play with that a little, but first, I’m going to lube it up really good! You’re breathing is still a little rapid. Maybe you shouldn’t be watching. I have a blindfold right… over… here! Now, I’ll just put this on you, and… then… there! Now maybe you’ll be more comfortable if you aren’t forced to watch.

***** You are submersed into total darkness. You hear what sounds like a cap to a shampoo bottle popping open. Seconds later, you jerk at the cold touch between your lips. I am obviously applying a cream or lotion to your pussy lips, clitoris, and all over in the area surrounding your vaginal opening and up to your clit. The cap snaps shut. You feel me gently squeezing your clitoris with one hand while massaging the rest of your privates with another. Very slowly at first, just enough to “prime the engine.”

     Oh, yes. I must say that I am enjoying the way you get started. Your hips are moving slowly and your breathing is really beginning to turn me on. This is going to be a nice ‘tune-up’. Don’t you agree?

***** I never stop massaging or squeezing as I speak. *****

     Just get on with it, you say? Ha! It’s only just begun! A little adjustment here and a little push there… These things take time, Girl! Have you never had a proper tune-up before?

***** I begin rolling your clitoris around, sometimes pushing it against your pelvic bone. The massage is getting slightly faster… *****

     Did you just moan? I think you did. Oh! And was that a muted squeal I just heard?

***** My index finger slips into your vaginal opening; followed quickly by the middle and ring finger. *****

     Now THAT was a definite squeal! Ha! And followed by a moan! This is going quite nicely! Let me just feel around in here…. They’re never in the exact same place…. Ah! There it is! That wonderful little raspberry-like bulb that seems to…

***** I begin rubbing the G-spot while still focusing on your clitoris. Both hands moving slightly faster and faster. *****

     Wow! I’m guessing that hasn’t had much attention ever! You just howled and moaned at the same time! Well, I’ll just see to things down here and… my lord! You are getting very wet!

***** both hands pull away from you. You are left on the verge of an awesome cum, but without any stimulation to complete it. *****

     Well, I’d say the fluids are good and the engine is running just fine now. You should be in good shape for a while. Just let me untie you… and… there! Your cute little feet are free. In a moment, I’ll get your wrists… Good! I’ll just remove your blindfold and now you are all free for the moment. That was a good tune-up. Why don’t you give it a test drive? Go ahead, finish yourself off!

***** you reach for you pussy and begin masturbating, but something is wrong. *****

     What do you mean you can’t feel anything? Try harder.

***** You try desperately, but your entire pussy and clitoris are numb. You feel no sensation. *****

     Well, if you say you can’t feel anything, I’ll take your word for it. Oh, look! That’s why you can’t feel anything! Silly me! I grabbed the bottle of Aspercreme instead of the lubricant! Oh, well. I guess you won’t be able to finish after all! Too bad. Maybe next time –if you don’t get me so angry that I “accidently” grab the wrong bottle! Well, this whole tune-up took a lot out of me. I need to piss! ON YOUR KNEES!

***** I grab your arm and force you off the table and down to your knees. *****

     Open my jeans! Good girl! What are you doing? Stupid cunt! Quit trying to pull it out through the fly! Just pull the boxers down! Well of course it’s limp! I’m not going to urinate with an erection! Just stick it in your mouth and get ready! There we go! Ah! Hey! Don’t you dare spill a drop! Swallow it! Good girl! Now, stand up!

***** I spin you around and bend you over the table. *****

     Time to check the “exhaust!”

***** You feel my now rigid penis poking between your but cheeks. *****

     I’m guessing your exhaust hasn’t been tended to either. I’ll just go slow at first –to see if it’s in good condition. Well, so far so good… Did you just say please stop? Ha! I haven’t even really started yet! I would have lubed it up first, but I only brought the Aspercreme. I wouldn’t want you to go numb here! I want you to feel EVERYTHING!

***** Slowly, ever so slowly, I work my member into you “exhaust.” *****

     This is actually hurting me a little. I’m guessing you’re an anal virgin, but soon, you’ll be an anal slut! To think (*** I grunt as I push deeper into you still***) that this could have been avoided if (*** another grunt and I’m almost all the way in ***) you had just prepared the damned (*** a final grunt and my balls are smacking your butt cheeks. ***) MEATLOAF!

     Quit your screaming! I told you the tears would return! Just shut up and take your punishment! I’m going to “service your exhaust” until I’m satisfied that it’s in good condition!

***** I continue to violate your rectum for nearly half an hour before my juices fill it. *****

     Ah, good! That will do! Now grab your chastity belt and slip into it while I put myself right. Good girl! Now then, I’ll… just… lock it… back up and all is good!

     What? What do you mean “What about me?” What about you?

     Ha! Ha! Like you deserve to cum! Listen, you half-witted little shit! You gave up that privilege for today when you trashed my kitchen! Besides, your privates will be numb for the next two to three hours after all that Aspercreme I put on them! There is no way in Hell that you can cum right now, even if I were to allow it! And if you misbehave again, I’ll make it a daily ritual that you administer it to yourself every three hours! Now get down into that kitchen and start cleaning it up! I’m not even going to bother to supervise you. I think you know the consequences of misbehaving. Now go!

***** Two hours later… *****

     Well, it all looks clean, but did you bleach everything to ensure that there are no germs? You did? Well let me see the bottle of bleach then. Oh, good girl! That WAS a trick question. It’s nice that you looked around and got yourself acquainted with the kitchen –you’ll be spending a lot of time in here! Now hand me that container of the Clorox Disinfecting wipes! It’s almost empty. So, you used a lot of them.

     Yes, yes, I know the mess was everywhere! I would have been upset if you hadn’t used so many! Now, it LOOKS as though you have finished cleaning up so I want you to follow me upstairs. Do I need to attach a leash, or will you follow me obediently –like you should?

     Good girl! Now come!

***** You are lead back upstairs and one doorway past “The Punishment Room.” *****

    This will be the place where you wash yourself. I want you to be clean and presentable to ANYONE. I’m going to remove the chastity belt now. I’m sorry that I can’t trust you not to play with yourself in there, but I know human nature and I’ve heard you brag about yourself. “Oh, God damn! I get myself off better than any man can!” And then you laughed! Well, from this point further, you don’t EVER get yourself off! If you “get off” it will be by MY HAND! Do you understand?

    Good! Now take in the room. As you can see there is a clawfoot tub with a shower to your left and the sink to your right. The toilet is on the far side of the sink. The medicine cabinet above the sink is what I want you to focus on the most right now. Do you see it?

     Good! Now go over there and open it. Don’t spend too much time looking at your pretty face in the mirror. I want you to open it and tell me what you see in there.

      Yes, yes. You saw the band aids, the mouthwash, the toothpaste and the new toothbrush in the plastic wrapper. What else do you see?

     Oh, for the love of… YES! There is dental floss, nail clippers and files! Do you see the things on the lower shelf?

     Yes, there IS Icy hot, but I want you to focus on the other thing.

     Yes! Grab the bottle of Aspercreme. Open the cap. Go ahead! Do it!

     Now, squeeze a generous portion onto your fingertips. I SAID GENEROUS!

     Good! Now spread your pussy lips wide and put it all over your clit, labia, piss hole, hymen, EVERYWHERE! DOI IT!

    Now stand there and let it all sink in. It should only take a few minutes.

     Go ahead now, feel yourself down there.

     Well, of course you can’t feel anything, that’s the point! Now go ahead bathe and shower. I’ll be back in twenty minutes. I expect that you will be clean and presentable.

***** You are left to shower and quickly discover that I was right about you. You try to get off just a little to calm your nerves and perhaps finish what I had started back in the “Punishment Room”, but to no avail. I was right! You didn’t need the chastity belt to keep you from playing with yourself, there was virtually nothing to play with! Of course, everything was there and intact, but completely numb! It was like playing with some other woman’s privates; you could feel the clitoris and everything else with your fingers, but the clitoris –and everything else felt nothing. You wash yourself thoroughly –especially your privates in the hope that the cream would wear off, but the numbing agent is already absorbed and you realize that you’ll just have to wait until it wears off in time. I return, carrying your chastity belt, and a clothing! *****

     Come here so I can put your belt on.

     Ah, there we go! Good and secure. Now put this pretty blouse on and this skirt. I left your shoes outside the bathroom door. Back in your bedroom, there is a blow-dryer, makeup, brushes, deodorant, and some perfume. I’ll be waiting down in the Foyer. When you are ready, come see me there.

     You don’t need a bra! And you definitely don’t need panties or nylons! Now don’t doddle, I’m in a hurry!

***** I walk away. Outside the bathroom, like I said, you find an expensive pair of high heels which match the white floral-embroidered sheer turtleneck top. You are almost too embarrassed to be seen in it, but it’s better than completely nude. The skirt is also white and pleated, but made out of a heavier silk. It completely hides the chastity belt. In the bedroom, you find that the makeup is all exactly the same brands and selections that you used when you were still a “free woman.” The blow-dryer is a Russ brand and the hairbrushes are also top-of-the-line and obviously very expensive. For the next hour, you take your time getting yourself as “presentable” as possible. Finally, when you’re certain that you look your absolute best, you make your way down to the foyer where I am sitting patiently looking at my phone.  I shut it down and look up at you. *****

     You look beautiful! Very presentable. Now, I’m going to need to attach this collar around your neck. Come here and bend down so I can reach.

     Good girl! Now for the leash.

     Of course, it’s necessary! After that little fit you threw in the kitchen, I’m not sure I can trust you!

     It would be nice if I didn’t have to lock it, but how am I to know that you wouldn’t simply disconnect it and start running?

     Yes, you’re right. The doors leading to the outside ARE all locked, but we’re not staying inside. Since you ruined dinner, we are going to have to go out and get something to eat. I’m taking you out on a date, but mind you, your punishment for ruining dinner isn’t over yet! Now, let’s be on our way, shall we?

***** I stand and guide you outside. We walk a short distance along a cobblestone sidewalk to my truck. *****

     I know it’s just a Chevy Pickup, but it gets me where I need to be and it’s a classic! It’s a 1976 Chevy Pickup truck. No frills like AC and stuff, but reliable and kind of pleasant on the eyes, don’t you think?

     Did you just REALLY just say that it’s a rusty old antique? Oh, never mind! Get in!

***** Once inside, your leash is attached to -and locked to an anchor ring that was obviously bolted into the dashboard for just that purpose. I start the truck and drive the two of us up a long driveway shrouded by pine trees on either side. Once on the gravel backroad, it takes only about fifteen minutes until we are pulling onto a state road and yet another ten minutes of countryside before we enter into a small township and then a village. The truck pulls up to Dan’s Bar and Grill. It pretty much looks like a hole-in-the-wall type of place and once inside, that suspicion is confirmed. I am holding onto your leash and guiding you. There are tables all down the center of the barroom. Men sit in chairs and women either sit or kneel on the floor beside many of them. To the right, the wall is lined with booths where, once again, men sit on the benches and women either kneel or sit on the floor. You can’t help but notice that at least two-thirds of the men have female slaves. I lead you over to an empty booth along the wall and I sit down. You assume that you are to either kneel or sit on the floor beside me. As you begin to lower yourself, I speak in an unmistakably angry voice… *****

     WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Stand up! Now, sit there! Right across from me! What gave you the impression that I would have you sit on the floor?

    Oh! You see all the other slaves down there! Well, I had assumed, having watched you before I took ownership of you, that you considered yourself to be ABOVE them! So now you’re not so high and mighty?

     Well, I believe you are above them! Not as much above them as YOU thought you were, but above them nonetheless! I wouldn’t take ownership of you if I thought you were as cheap and common as THEY are. I take great pride in what I have, slaves included.

     Ha ha! Yes, I have had other slaves. Only two though. The first was just a common whore that I tried to lift up and create a better life for her. As it turned out, she was just too whorish for me to accept. I won’t get into details about her, but she just couldn’t turn down any cock at all! Hell, she couldn’t turn down any pussy either! I had to sell her and try to find something better. You know her. She’s the redhead that is currently being used at “Benny’s!” You know “Benny’s” right? That’s the bar that you frequented a lot before you were claimed by ME!

     Yes! She’s the urinal in the hallway. So, you DO remember her! Ha ha! As I recall, you actually used her more than once when you thought you were SO ABOVE all the slaves! As drunk as you were, you didn’t even notice that others were watching and observing that you, a female, were making use of a slave to relieve yourself!

     Okay, I’ll stop talking about her –and your indiscretions. Now, if you would turn your head to look behind you, you will see that blond with the black eye and swollen lip under the table sucking that fat old man’s dick! Her name is Rachelle. She was my second slave. I paid a hefty price for her! She was the daughter of a rich prick that lived in the city where YOU came from. Unfortunately, with her upbringing, she was a spoiled bitch long before the laws went into effect and refused to accept her new position in life. As I already told you, I don’t damage the merchandise! I couldn’t bring myself to beat the little bitch! I don’t like to see slaves bruised and beaten any more than I would like to see a classic automobile dented or neglected! It’s very unattractive! She knew this and she was stubborn to the core! She went for TWO MONTHS without Cumming! I had to sell her and cut my losses. Bernie, the fat old man whose cock she is sucking, doesn’t have a problem with beating a slave into submission. He owns this place.

    I know his name is Bernie. He named this place after his son. What I’m trying to tell you is…

***** a waitress/slave comes to the booth and asks what we would like to drink and to take our order. *****

    I’ll have a large coke and the shrimp basket and she will have?

***** I wait while you order a margarita and the fish diner, a side of broccoli and then add on the shrimp basket and a side of green beans. The slave takes the order and leaves. *****

     Ha! I love your attitude, but only because it’s a sign that you still have spunk and aren’t broken! Rachelle over there, is broken now. Everything about her that was unique and interesting is gone. She’s just another barroom slave. Anyone who walks up to her with a Dan’s Bar and Grill token can order her to do just about anything –as long as it doesn’t involve leaving the bar. She’s just a public servant now. You, on the other hand are NOT! Lot’s of men don’t mind sharing their slaves with total strangers, but I DO mind. I wouldn’t let anyone borrow YOU anymore than I would let anyone borrow my truck or borrow my tools. I’m selfish that way. Of course, if my brother were to fly in from Florida, or a good friend –of which I have very few was to ask, I might feel obliged to let them borrow you for a short while, but NO ONE else! I know you don’t feel as though you got lucky when I found you, but you did, trust me. I don’t know who reported your boyfriend, but I doubt that if that man were to acquire you that you would be in as good of a situation as you are now. I won’t be whoring you out like anyone of these barroom slaves. Obviously, I’m not going to be leaving scars and such. There will be no broken noses, fat lips, blackened eyes or missing teeth. I will, however demand discipline and obedience. If you are lacking self-discipline, I can assure you that I can come up with solutions to ensure that you DO maintain a satisfactory-level of self-discipline. As for obedience… well, I’m quite sure you know all too well that there are other ways to punish an unruly slave than to whip them or beat them. After dinner, we are not going straight home. There is a matter I intend to deal with and that’s about all I want to say about the matter for now.

     Ha! A movie? You think I’m going to take you to a movie? You just waisted over forty dollars’ worth of food and seasoning! Not to mention an expensive chain and a spice rack! NO! I’m not taking you to a movie! Bringing you here is NOT a date! We are NOT ON A DATE! The only reason we are here is because there was nothing to eat for dinner back home! Nothing because you threw it all over the kitchen! To be honest, I had half a mind to leave you tied up at home and just come out here and feed myself! I was really thinking about doing just that, but then… I had a better idea.

     Yes, I know you were being sarcastic about the movie –I’m not an idiot. I also know that you had hoped I’d tell you where we are going after dinner. You’ll know where we are going after we get there and you’ll know what is going to happen after everything is already in motion. I don’t want to discuss it any further!

     Oh, for the love of… You’re obviously not going to stop bothering me until I tell you. And I can already tell that you really feel the need to keep opening your mouth and using your tongue! If you have such an urge to use your mouth and tongue, then use them, but NOT in the form of pestering me with questions! GET UNDER THE TABLE NOW!

     DO IT! NOW!

***** My eyes are fixed on yours and my nostrils flare slightly. You know I’m not joking. I’m angry and I mean every word I say at this point. *****

If you don’t get down there right now and start sucking my cock with that mouth that wants to be open and that tongue that wants to be in motion, I swear that the punishment that will be awaiting you back home will make your earlier punishment seem like a gentle summer’s breeze by comparison.

***** You slide out of the bench seat, crawl under the table and unzip the zipper… for the next twenty or so minutes, you go to work on my cock. I merely sit there with minimal responses. My cock, although you are trying with everything you have ever learned, is not responding as you had anticipated. At best it becomes only slightly erect. You are about to give up when you hear my voice. *****

Stop. The food is here. Get up, go wash your hands and then get back here to eat your dinner.

***** Once on your feet again, you look at me as I raise my right eyebrow and then lean back and look down at my crotch. *****

What the fuck? You left it hanging out and my pants unzipped! GET BACK DOWN THERE AND FIX IT!

***** As you rise to your feet again, after putting my cock back inside my pants and zipping them back up, I summon you closer to me with a hand gesture. *****

It’s not back in my underwear all the way and it’s hanging on the wrong side. (I whisper into your ear) I’m going to let it slide this time because I don’t want to be humiliated any further for having an improperly trained slave, but don’t think for a minute that this will be forgotten! Now go wash your hands and get back here for your dinner!

***** On your way to the “Slave’s Restroom”, you see a belligerent man pissing into the mouth of one of the bar’s “urinals.” As you attempt to navigate around him, he shouts out to you. *****

“Hey, sweet thing! I have plenty more of this for you!” he says. He then turns and begins to aim his pecker in your direction. You move to avoid being sprayed by his generous amount of urine. He looks at you angrily as the urine stream trickles off. “God damn it! Now look what you did! Instead of catching all that in your pretty little mouth, you let it all go all over the God-damned floor! Now get down there and lick it up!”

***** Terrified, you look down from him at the urine on the floor. As you begin to lower yourself to follow his orders, you hear a muffled grunt and then a crackling sound –like that of twigs being snapped. You look up from your hunched position to see the man bowing forward. Spittle is dripping from the left side of his face and then you see the whole picture. I have his left arm twisted sharply behind his back, my right hand is pushing his head forward. His eyes are bulging in what seems to be either disbelief or agony. You see me force him to his knees –his left knee drops into the majority of the urine puddle that he had made when he had turned to get your attention. *****

“Lick it up your God-damned self or I swear I will break your fucking arm off, you insignificant piece of shit!” I shout at him. My face is that of pure rage! “And if you ever take it upon yourself to order one of MY slaves to do ANYTHING for you again, I swear I’ll rip your fucking balls off!” 

***** The bar is completely silent. I slowly push him down towards his own waste. He starts to whimper and plead that I release him as his face gets closer and closer to his own piss puddle. *****

“That will be enough!” says the man whose name I had told you previously was Bernie. “He’s just a local. He’s stupid and shit! Hell, he doesn’t even earn enough money a year to have a god-damned slave of his own! Let him go, Jack. Let him go!”

“He attempted to force MY slaves to do something that I did NOT authorize! You know there are laws against having another man’s slave do tasks without the authorization of the owner, right?” I counter with. 

“Yes, yes, I know, but Jimmy isn’t a bad apple. He’s just stupid! Now, let him go,” Bernie says.

“I will, right after he completes the task that he ordered MY slave, without my consent, to do!”, I explain. “if he doesn’t, I swear to God, I’ll have my task force here and EVERYONE of you will be investigated for shit I can’t even think of at the moment, but THEY will think of plenty of things! Like tax evasion and shit!” I shout!

***** Bernie looks very upset about the whole “tax evasion” thing. *****

     “Okay! Okay!” Bernie shrieks! “Jimmy, lick it up! I swear to God that I will have your whole family turned in if you don’t!”

     “I aint licking up no piss,” Jimmy growls. “When Pa hears about this…”

     “You’re Pa owes me, Jimmy! When he hears that he owes me even MORE for you acting like a fool, he’s going to cut your fucking balls off to make sure you don’t act like a fool again!” Bernie countered. “And if he doesn’t, I’ll have HIS and YOUR’s cut off by my own damned self for causing me GRIEF!”

     “Just lick the damned piss up, Jimmy!” shouted another man that was sitting on a barstool a few feet away from you. “Pa will shoot us BOTH dead if you don’t!”

     “I aint…” Jimmy starts to say.

***** You hear more sounds like twigs breaking *****

     “Oh, Gawd!” Jimmy shrieks! “You’re breaking my gawd-damned wrist!”

    “That’s not ALL I’m going to break, Jimmy!” I tell him. “If you don’t lick it up, I’m going to reach down and grab your puny little dick, and snap it off!”

     “You faggot! You grab my dick, I’ll kill you!” Jimmy shouts.

     “No. You won’t! You’ll roll around in your own piss, grabbing your broken dick. Everyone will laugh at you. And then, when I walk away, Bernie will call your daddy and tell him about what a fool you’ve been. And then, when you go home, you’ll have to explain to your daddy why you just cost him SOOOO much money because you were an asshole! Or… you can just lick this piss up and have some people laugh at you and then go home knowing that no one is going to be coming to cut your fucking balls off because you were an idiot! The choice is yours. Broken dick and missing balls or a slight amount of humiliation at your own expense,” I tell him.

     “I’ll lick it up!” shouts the man sitting a few barstools away from you. “Shit! I’ll lick it up for him! Just please DON” T tell Pa!”

     “Am I mistaken to assume that you are his brother?” I ask.

     “Yeah, We’re brothers! True and true!” he answers.

    “Then you should convince him to lick his own piss up!” I inform him.

     “I aint doing it!” Jimmy shouts.

***** You hear some more “branches” breaking… *****

     “Just do it! I’ll help!” shouts Jimmy’s brother.

     “Ow!!!!” shouts Jimmy. “You’re breaking my wrist!”

     “I’m going to break something else, but you already knew this was going to happen! You really want me to grab your little dick, don’t you, faggot? You want me to break it off, don’t you? Everyone will know and tell everyone else that you are a faggot and wanted me to grab your tiny dick and break it off. That’s what you want, isn’t it you little faggot?” I shout.

***** Jimmy tries to stand, but he can’t because I am holding his wrist and twisting it sharply. *****

     “No! I’m not a faggot!” he shouts.

     “Then why aren’t you licking up that piss yet?” I ask. The entire barroom is quite –as if everyone is waiting to hear his answer. I look up at you and say, “Go clean yourself up and return to the table.”

***** While you are in the restroom, you hear indistinct yelling and some thumping sounds. As you exit, you notice that your pathway is clear. Jimmy is near the exit and walking with a slight limp. His shirt is sopping wet and his brother is helping him as they exit the bar. The floor is almost completely dry. *****

     Sit down and eat.

     I didn’t ask you if you are hungry. I told you to sit down and eat!

***** As you force yourself to eat, you notice that the bar is somewhat quieter and people seem to be avoiding eye contact with either of us. We stay there while you finish everything that you had ordered, regretting having ordered so much just to spite me. Once finished eating, I pay for the meal and we leave. You are feeling very groggy from all the food and you are not sure if you will be able to keep it all down. we pull away from the bar and head back out of town, but not in the direction that we came from.

   It seems like an eternity of driving on back roads lined with trees before we eventually make our way into yet another small village. The truck pulls up to a tattoo parlor. I lead you inside and tell you to sit in the first chair while I talk with a man near the rear of the place. You are about to fall asleep in the chair when the middle-aged man approaches you and guides you to a nearby chair in the studio. One look at me and you know that you should not argue or protest. Once in the chair, you are instructed to remove your blouse.  *****

     Just take the blouse off and hand it to me. I’ll make sure nothing happens to it –after all, I paid for it.

     No, you’re not getting a tattoo. You’re getting a somewhat less-permanent modification. Bill here is going to pierce your nipples and install a loop in each one. The loops will be soldered closed to prevent you from removing them.

     Because I don’t know that I can trust you yet. If you’re going to keep asking questions, I’m sure that you know how I will silence you. Does your mouth and tongue still need something to work on, or can you be quiet all on your own?

     Good. Then let the man do his job!

***** The middle-aged man was obviously very experienced. In less than twenty minutes, you found yourself with two brand new solid-steel 1 inch 12-gauge nipple rings. I give you your blouse to put back on while I pay for your jewelry. You hear him instructing me not to attach anything –like a leash for at least one week and to be sure to keep the areas clean and to use disinfectants at least two times a day. We depart the tattoo parlor and are once again heading back down the back roads lined with trees. As the day fades to night, I flip on the headlights. The trip has been silent up to this point. *****

     If, in a month’s time, I find that I can trust you, the rings will come off, but until then, you’d best be very well behaved.

     Yeah, I hear you. Do you simply expect me to believe you when you say that you’ve got it? Do you expect me to trust that you won’t try to run off? I trusted you to mix up a fucking meatloaf and you destroyed my kitchen! Time will tell.

     Are you crying again? I’ll bet it’s not because you destroyed my kitchen is it? So, what are you crying about? The hoops?

     No? Then what?

     Oh, yeah THAT! Well, it’s like I told you just before that happened. I don’t share! If that asshole had walked up to my truck and tried to barrow it, I’d have beaten his ass just the same. You belong to ME! If ANYONE tries to make use of you in ANY way without my permission, there will be trouble. You are clean! Disease-free! I don’t know what kind of diseases that asshole might have, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to take the chance that he doesn’t have any. You’re MINE! I don’t want you giving it up to ANYONE without my permission. If I ever find out that you have sucked another man’s dick or were used as a toilet for some other guy, you’ll be instantly reduced to just being a God-damned urinal! Do you understand?

     Good!

     Now, that being said, I am sure that there will come a time when I’m not around and some other guy IS. If you are asked to perform sexual favors –and I’m not around, you are to inform the man that I have made it perfectly clear that that is not permitted. If a man wants to relieve himself, you tell him the same. In ANY situation where a disease could be transferred, you object and inform him that I wouldn’t approve!

     Are you getting this?

     Good! Hopefully there won’t be very many situations where that might happen.

     Well, yes, you might have to give the occasional hand job or massage.

     Yes, If I’m not around, you may have to do physical labor for someone else, but like I said, hopefully that won’t be very often. The big thing to remember is that when I AM back around, I want to know who made use of your services –just as I would want to know if someone barrowed my truck or one of my tools.

***** The remainder of the ride back home was silent. Once home and inside the house, I lock the door and turn to you. *****

     Go to your room, remove your clothing and then meet me back down here in the foyer.

***** You do as you are instructed. *****

     Those rings look painful. Do they hurt?

     Good! That’s part of your punishment. Now follow me.

***** I lead you in the opposite direction of the kitchen past a large dining room on the left. Just past the dining room –on the right, is a generously large washroom. The door is ajar and you notice only a sink and toilet. Another hallway begins just after the doorway and continues for another forty feet before ending at a door. I open the door and lead you into the master bedroom. It is approximately twenty feet wide by fifteen feet deep. You feel the very soft brown velvety carpet before you see it. The walls are beige and a large mirror about three feet wide and five feet high is centered on the far wall. To either side of the mirror are large floor-to ceiling windows. On the right wall a king-sized bed, also centered with the wall is unmade. To the left is another door. I lead you through it –past an elaborate chest of drawers and dresser. It is the master bath. On the left is a sink, toilet and cabinets just beyond. A large mirrored medicine cabinet is hung above the sink. On the right is a large clawed tub with a shower. Just beyond the tub is a large floor-to-ceiling cabinet. The floor is smooth light grey slate. *****

     The towels and cleaning supplies are over there in the big cabinets. You see the bathtub. Start me a bath. I like the water warm, but not scalding. Get a fresh floor mat out of the cabinet. My shampoo and soap are in there as well. I’m going to go to the living room to watch TV. Come get me when the bath is ready.

     No, this isn’t part of you’re punishment –it’s part of your new reality! Your punishment has already been served for today. Now get my bath ready and come get me when it is!

     Ha, ha! Still got your spirit! Yep! I suppose you could easily slip out one of the windows. I’m just trusting that you won’t! You’re a little bit far away from the city that you know and love. Do you think you even have the slightest idea how to get back there? In the meantime, what makes you think you won’t come across someone like Jimmy? I didn’t blindfold you when we went out for a reason. You KNOW that you are not near the city. You KNOW that the people in these parts are not the most hospital to women. If you truly feel like you stand a chance of returning to the city, you go ahead and try. But remember this… your stupid boyfriend is in prison, you can’t even get back into your own apartment, and you’d be a fugitive.

     Tears again?

     Well, I’m not surprised, but I assure you that this is the better alternative to what you might have faced otherwise. Get my bath started and come get me when it’s ready.

***** I walk out and leave you alone. Some time later, you find me in the Livingroom watching the news. *****

     Well, it took you nearly an hour! I was beginning to think you had actually climbed out of a window and run away. The news is actually a bit interesting if you know things that others don’t. Sit your ass down beside this chair and watch!

***** I pick up the remote control and rewind the broadcast a bit. You see a reporter standing outside of a familiar building. It is the apartment complex that you used to live in before you were abducted by me. The reporter is speaking in a very serious tone, but there is something about his mannerisms that suggests that he is very excited to be covering such a story… *****

***** The news broadcast *****

     “Earlier today, at THIS very apartment complex, Chris Webber, a seemingly shy and modest man –according to his neighbors, was arrested for the illegal possession of not one, but THREE female salves! As everyone knows, all slaves must be registered and ownership MUST be on file within fourteen days of ownership once said slave –or slaves have been physically secured by the owner. Mr. Webber, however, did NOT do this with the slaves that he had chained up in his apartment! Now this is NOT the ENTIRE story unfolding here tonight. Mr. Webber has also been charged with illegally selling slaves on the BLACK MARKET! It appears as though –while these accusations have not yet been confirmed, that Christopher Webber has been doing this for quite some time under the noses of local, state, and federal law enforcement agencies for quite some time now. He sells slaves to men who do not meet the criteria for owning a slave! Yes, we are talking about those men that have no jobs, no income, and no way to support themselves –let alone a slave!

     Mr. Webber would apparently report OTHER men who were either Feminist sympathizers or illegally in possession of salves…

***** The Television shuts off *****

night. Right now, I don’t know what I hate more! Do I hate that I saved you from being another one of his victims –because

     Mr. Webber was the one that called in to report your boyfriend. I’m betting that he would have nabbed you as you were returning home that you’ve shown me no real gratitude for that! Or… do I hate the fact that I didn’t make the big bust on Chris Webber because I was too worried about getting you! Either way, it doesn’t really matter, does it? I got what I originally wanted, so fuck it! Come on! You’re going to bathe me!

***** You follow me back down the hallway, through the bedroom, and into the master bath. I am speaking to you as we walk. *****

     I’m sure you realize that even if Webber hadn’t reported your boyfriend, you’d still be here with me. I had already filed the paperwork. The only difference would be that your boyfriend wouldn’t have been charged with anything as long as he handed you over to me. I guess you might actually feel better knowing that he was out there somewhere looking for you instead of being behind bars, but you’d still be my legal property. Perhaps it was for the better that Mr. Webber DID report him. If the fool had actually come looking for you, as if he’d actually be able to find you out here, so far from the city, but if he did, well… even I don’t want to think about what might have happened.

     Why do I live way out here? Good question. The answer is, I don’t –at least not just yet. I still have an apartment in the city. I inherited this house and the land that it rests on from my father a few years ago. He always wanted me to join the family business, but when I told him that I wanted to become a police officer, he respected my decision. He left the family business –and most of his fortune to my younger brother. I inherited this place and he left me a rather sizable amount of money –not nearly as much as my brother, but definitely enough to retire from the police force and live a comfortable life out here. As it stands, it is doubtful that I will ever use all of the money that I inherited before I die, but that is not really your concern.

     You don’t need to know how much! All you need to know is what I demand of YOU!

     Ha! It’s funny, but the answer is yes. I am going to quit the police force now. I’ve done my duty. I’ve served and protected enough. I’m going to put in my two-week’s notice tomorrow as a matter of fact. I didn’t want to “retire” until I knew that I had everything in place. I now feel as if I do. You hate me, but I don’t think you really know what is happing in the world right now. Until yesterday, you thought the new laws were a joke! They are not a joke! You belong to ME!

     You’re crying again? For real?

     Why?

     Fine! Don’t explain! I don’t care!

***** I disrobe and climb into the tub. *****

     What are you doing now?

     Look! When I said you were going to bathe me, I meant that you were going to stand here and be ready to give me the washcloth, soap, and shit! I am perfectly capable of washing myself! Give me the fucking washcloth and then hand me the fucking soap!

     Why are you still crying?

   Thank you? Is that for real?

***** I sit down in the tub and lean back *****

    Are you saying “Thank you for making you my slave?” or are you saying, “Thank you for not slapping the shit out of you for assuming that I needed you to scrub me?”

    I actually DID NOT expect to here that! So, you are thankful that I chose you to be my slave! That is nice! Very nice!

***** I stare at you for a moment. *****

     I’m good for the moment. Why don’t you go bathe and make yourself more presentable? The key to your chastity belt is on the keychain in my pants pocket. I trust you won’t play with yourself, so go on. Your makeup is smearing and you look as though you need to blow your nose. Go on! Return back here in about an hour.

***** You leave as I continue with my bath. After soaking for a little over an hour, I stand, empty the bath water and stand under the shower for a few minutes to rinse. As I dry myself off and exit the bathroom, I am pleasantly surprised at what I see. The bed is made, the room tidied up, and you are at the foot of the bed on all fours with the chastity belt back on. My keychain is on the nightstand next to the bed. I also notice that you have placed a tube of lubricant and the bottle of Aspercreme next to the keychain. *****

     Well, if THIS isn’t a sign of submission, I don’t know what is! I am going to accept your peace offering and then, well, maybe –just maybe, I might let you cum tonight after all.