NOTE: THIS WAS WRITTEN BY ANOTHER MEMBER ABOUT ME 

Chapter 1

Dianne was a bit younger than me, probably around 40, pretty new in town, and she was hot as hell.
We had met each other on a contact site on the net, and she had vaguely expressed a passion for more mature and experienced men.
As far as I could understand from her profile Dianne loved authority and domination, sex, and strict discipline, and that she even not counted out female company.
When we dated, however, she tried to behave like an unsophisticated, cute and very romantic girl only looking forward to a traditional vanilla relationship.
I don't know why, but I was pretty sure that was wrong, and I pushed her a bit to make her reveal her real self, but without any success.
Being in my late 40s with a considerable fortune and a huge estate, actually a former prison, remotely situated in the countryside, I said to myself that I was probably the kind of guy she wanted.
Inside the shining armor she had put on to protect herself, I could feel a woman yearning for strong men and women to satisfy her hidden desires.
And, I was not going to disappoint her!
Little did I know about the future...

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"What the hell!", I said to myself.
I felt like a shit having been rejected by Dianne tonight.
We had been together for some weeks and I was getting pretty well on with her, I thought.
After a nice evening meal at a fancy restaurant we ended up at her place, enjoyed a couple of drinks, and eventually ended up in bed.
I spent a bit of time fondling her beautiful body with my hands, felt her increasing excitement and listened to her raw breath as I found her most sensible spots.
With my tongue encircling her clit, I moved my left hand down to her bottom and started to fondle her backdoor carefully with a lot of lubricant in my palm just about to prepare her backdoor opening for some finger massage.

Suddenly she stiffened, raised half-way up in the bed.
"Stop that!
Never ever touch me there again, I hate it!
Perverted things like that disgust me, I like it to be clean and normal, not doing any perverted stuff like that.
You're acting like a pig!
Shouldn't be too surprised if you expected me to play with your little 'thing' down there as well.
Forget it!"
Completely dumbfounded I pulled away from her as I felt a growing anger building up.
Had I misunderstood everything completely?
Was she just an ordinary vanilla girl, or did she want to provoke me to check out my reaction?

Without a word I got up from the bed, dressed swiftly and left that extremely silly and rude cow in her filthy little apartment.
Glowing with anger I got into my car, already planning how I could get my revenge and at the same time teach Dianne how to satisfy a man properly.
My remotely situated property in the countryside was the perfect place to train stubborn, unwilling and rude girls into obedient and eager and very willing sex slaves.
My anger slowly faded away giving room for a growing raw, insatiable lust and anticipation caused by the fantasies of the coming pleasures I was going to enjoy as soon as Dianne was safely chained inside my mansion.
Dianne was going to serve as my sex-slave and she'd be broken into a girl who had one purpose only:
To satisfy my and my friends' hunger for sex and domination.

However, my first challenge would be to catch her and get her home.
I knew a lot about her after some weeks of more or less sexless dating.
She was pretty new in town in a new job somewhere. She came from another part of the country, had no relatives around and few friends.
As far as I knew nobody knew anything about me, and nobody was going to make any fuzz when she suddenly disappeared.
Every Sunday she went for an early morning ride on her bicycle in the countryside outside the town.
Obviously, that would be the perfect moment to make my move!
In a short while she would be in my power, and I wasn't going to give her any opportunity to run away. She would be heavily chained, kept in a steel cage and equipped with an electric collar around her neck giving her no chance to escape.
She would be completely in my power, disciplined every day, and punished if she didn't behave properly.
My favorite disciplinary methods are mostly based on steel bondage, electricity and the whip.
I have a lot of advanced tools giving everything from the sweetest pleasure to the most severe pain.
This combination of pain and pleasure does always produce the most obedient and eager sex slaves.

It was difficult to wait until Sunday...

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Dianne, if nothing else, was a methodical girl. She was an everything-in-its-place, and everything-on-time sort of young woman.
Sunday at ten o’clock found her, as always, suiting up for her bike ride.
In her former home city, there had been dedicated biking and hiking trails.
In this smaller place, she had developed her own route, down the main street and out of town on an uninhabited road.
She put on her spandex pants, sports bra, tank-top and helmet, and mounted her bike.
The weather was perfect, but her mood wasn’t sunny.
Last weekend's date had passed as most others.
He wanted too much. He wanted it now, and like all men… he insisted on doing things she didn’t want to admit that she really desired.
She had cut the night short, telling him no.
In her anger she had called him a pig … something she regretted because she really did like him, but she dismissed it as justified.
She had to admit that she was fascinated by mature men who knew what they wanted.
She often had wet dreams about her playing submissive roles with dominating men who treated her like a sex-slave and a pet, training her, disciplining her, and punishing her when she didn't behave properly.
Her life had so far taught her much about the pleasures of being dominated as the submissive lover of pain and pleasure she really was.
Her most burning desire, which almost drove her crazy, was built up inside her by her memories of her former experiences and by the fantasies of being chained, completely helpless and sexually abused by men and women who were going to drag her by her chains to a sinister destiny in a dark dungeon, and even struggling in pain on a cross.
However, she was afraid to show this side of herself to men, and she preferred to keep a certain distance to any situation which could betray her real self.
That's why she told him that she didn't like his behavior in bed.

She had left town on her bike feeling the sun on her face and breathing the fresh air.
She enjoyed the trees lining the small winding road and the uninhibited landscape along the road.
Gone almost five miles, she spotted a black car off on the shoulder of the road on the top of a steep hill with the hood up.
“Looks like someone forgot to check their oil today.” she smirked.

As the hill was very steep she lost most of her speed, and when she rode slowly past the car she saw somebody in front of it, almost completely hidden behind the hood.
Too late, she saw his hand dart out and catch her arm, spinning her towards the ground.
His other arm caught her fall, but he had her in a bear hug from behind.
She screamed and started to fight back, but the man was larger than she was.
He dragged her to the passenger side of the car while she was struggling.
After a few seconds, to her horror, she felt a pin-prick in her shoulder, her resistance weakened almost immediately, and her body sagged to the ground.
Her head spun from the crude anesthesia, she felt so weak...
... her eyes closed and she fell into a deep darkness .

They wouldn't open again for at least three hours.

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Chapter 2

The day had so far been real bad for Dianne.
It had been a day which would change her life forever.

Seen from my point of view, however, the day had been perfect so far.
I had left the town in my old car and headed for the perfect place to grab the girl when she passed me on her bike.

I was driving very carefully on the narrow country road that early Sunday morning.
The last drink I had enjoyed some hours ago might cause problems if something happened, however, my old car wouldn't easily accept overspeeding and any police activity out here in the wilderness at this time on a Sunday morning was definitely unlikely .
I slowed down and parked my car on the shoulder of the narrow and lonely road on the top of a steep uphill, giving little room for passing vehicles and slowing down cyclists considerably.
The road was empty, no cars, no pedestrians, no nothing, but I knew a beautiful lady on her bike were going to pass me pretty soon.

I was sure that it was going to be an easy job.
I knew Dianne was faithful to her routines and she was most certainly on her way.

The bright morning sun was shining, the birds were chatting merrily together in the fresh air, when she suddenly appeared far down among the trees in tight pants on her mountain bike, slowly climbing the uphill.
I had opened the bonnet of my car, partly to make her believe that the car had technical problems, and partly to hide myself.

I took a cloth with a strong sedative and a syringe out of my pocket.
Quickly, I removed the protective hood on the syringe, and checked that it was filled with a good amount of the paralyzing liquid I intended to inject in my prey.

Slowly, as she was about to pass my car, I swiftly grabbed her with my right arm from under the bonnet, tore her off her bike and squeezed the cloth against her nose and mouth.
The strong sedative immediately calmed her down which allowed me to push the needle of the syringe into her shoulder to inject the very potent anesthesia while I kept her pinned to the ground.
"MMMMMMMFFFF!!!!!", she shrieked under my palm while she tried to shake her head from side to side.
But I kept her tightly in my strong grip..
"Shhh.... You have to sleep now," I whispered softly into her ear.

She thrashed wildly on the ground without a chance to avoid the grip of my much stronger arm.
Her muffled moans aroused me enormously.
What a girl!
She kicked and tried to scream but only the highly erotic and completely helpless moaning escaped from her mouth.
Gradually, her moaning turned into sobbing.
But, no matter what she did, the anesthetic liquid would calm her down until she was sleeping.
No matter how hard she struggled, I kept her down, while her struggle got weaker.
"mmm....m........" then she slipped into darkness and was off to dreamland.
For a few seconds, I kept her down and then I looked around to see... nobody?
In the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of some shivering leaves on a bush not too far away, but there was nothing.
Probably only a rabbit or something.

Nobody had seen me drugging this beautiful girl in the shrubs outside my car.
No witnesses, only the unconscious girl lying on the ground.
No immediate bruises or other injuries appeared as far as I could see.
Nobody had seen what happened, and nobody had seen me!

Quickly, I put her bike in the trunk and placed the girl in the backseat of my car.
Gosh! This girl was beautiful!
It was almost impossible for me to keep my hands away from her, to rip her clothes away and enjoy her defenseless soft body immediately.
But I just had to get away and find a more convenient place to enjoy my sweet prey.

She was a pretty, well-developed woman in tight pants and a very tight t-shirt, and she was completely and fully mine now!
And most important, there wasn't a chance to be taken for this!
No abductions had ever been that simple!
A pulsating, extremely arousing feeling tickled my lower spine as I was fantasizing about the rough sex I was going to enjoy with this pretty girl.
I almost couldn't wait to get her back home to my mansion to her rightful place as my pet and sex-slave.

No more objections were going to be tolerated from her!
She was going to be strictly disciplined into the most dedicated cock-sucker and ass-addict in this part of the country, and she was going to entertain both me and my friends as a well-trained and obedient sex-slave.
She would be a great contribution both to me and to the small, extremely confidential sex-club I am the leader of.
If she behaved properly I would brand a small 'W' on one of her buttocks and in that way mark her as my personal property, and I might even consider to breed her if she developed the way I wanted.

I stopped my car at a desolate place in the wood and checked out the girl.
Apart from a scratch on the upper, hairy part of her forehead, she seemed to be shipshape and ready for her new life as my little girl-slave.
With trembling hands I removed her clothes and closed her mouth with a strip of solid tape.
I just had to check the quality of my recently acquired merchandise, so I got my stone-hard, almost exploding pole out into the fresh air, moistened Dianne's cunt with saliva - and pushed my stiff member slowly into her until it crashed into her cervix shivering ecstatically in its extreme urge to empty its loads deep into her womb.
I did definitely not want it to do that before I had the girl securely chained back home, so, very carefully, I pulled the poor guy out, dressed Dianne up again, removed the tape covering her mouth and placed her in the back seat of the car.
Any nosy glances from possible morning birds would only see a sleeping girl on her way back home from a Saturday-night party.

Just another hour, and we would be back home...

Only thirty minutes away from home everything was still fine.
Nothing could go wrong now!
I really looked forward to get the girl inside and strip her naked.
And, I really hoped that she wouldn't accept her new life as my slave too easily.
Then I would have to 'convince' her to obey, which is a job I really love.
The new slaves are always so nice to handle when you have them naked; vulnerable, humiliated and afraid in front of you, only dressed in heavy chains.
As most girls hate to be whipped and spanked, just some lashes in the empty air with the whip will make them obey you whatever you order them to do.
However, my plans for Dianne didn't include only lashes in the empty air.
She was going to learn how to treat men the way they wanted to be treated by a woman, and I was going to teach her the hard way!

Today I was going to keep her in a narrow cage giving her the opportunity to get rid of the effect of the chloroform.
No fun training a slave who's dizzy and inattentive.
In the evening I'd cuff her and chain her to my bed.
I started dreaming...
On the table next to my bed I'll put a glass of whisky and some of the tools she was going to learn to know, and to fear.
My delrin cane, a couple of whips and a small, but powerful cattle-prod were the first implements I would introduce to her as a kind of starter.
I expected her to make a lot of fuzz, threatening me with the police, ordering me to let her go, etc. all the usual stuff new slaves waste their time on.

I knew exactly what to do with her.
As a matter of fact, this was merely a kind of routine for me, but a very inspiring routine.
After listening to the rubbish she was yelling at me for a while, I would simply release her from the bed, lock her wrists to strong chains hanging down from the ceiling and whip her naked and defenseless body until she was squirming and wriggling in sweat begging me to stop.
With a freshly whipped deep-red body and a tear-stained face I would take her to a whipping bench close by, bend her over with her bottom forced high up in the air, and tie her arms and legs with strong leather straps.
While she was trying to release herself, which was impossible, I'd push the table with my tools in front of her.
In a slow motion I would choose the plastic cane I call Mr. Delrin, keep it close to her face and tell her to say hello to my favorite cane, which she was going to have regular meetings with in the weeks to come.
Then I would take my position next to her, lift my cane, and give her a powerful stroke across her bottom and enjoy the growing welt, her wild screams of pain and watch her struggling in her bonds without any chance to get loose to avoid new strokes.
It was so exciting to sit behind the wheel daydreaming about the training of Dianne that I got more and more aroused, and eagerly I went on planning Dianne's first evening as my slave...

Having given her a taste of what was going to come, I'd simply tell her that I intended to come back a bit later to teach her how a man wanted her to behave.
I was going to take some pictures as well.
Nothing is so inspiring and motivating for a girl than being tied to her whipping bench with the tools of terror in front of her without being able to lift a finger to escape, just having to lie there in her chains waiting for her tormentor to return, whenever that might be.
The pictures would surely interest my fellow-members of our club and give Dianne a lot of work at our next party. And at that time she would have to be properly disciplined as my little puppy.
Then I'd go to my bar to have a last drink before I joined her to make her understand what it is to be a sex slave, and that her life from now on has one purpose only:
To satisfy me and everybody else I may order her to serve.

At first I think I'll show her my well-equipped dungeon with all the most advanced tools you can imagine, including the beautiful electro-tools I will apply to encourage her if she doesn't do what I want.
She was a pretty stubborn girl, so I'd probably have to warm her up with some shocks to convince her to adjust to my wishes and commands, and then start introducing her to the gentle art of cock-sucking.
It would probably take some time, and I was dreaming about her being chained to a rack sucking me eagerly to avoid being hooked up to my powerful electro-devices.
I got even more aroused by imagining her screaming and squirming in her chains learning to give in, surrender and accept me as her Master.
How could I be so stupid...
I almost felt her soft mouth around my shaft and her tongue massaging my most tender parts, and I was really dreaming about the fun I was going to have, when I looked in the mirror and saw the police car

- - and my blood froze to ice!

A police car is right behind me.
It's the local police and god knows why they are out here on this lonely road so early in the morning?
No flashing lights, no sirens so far, but that could easily change if they were bored and wanted to do something just to keep awake.
My eyes are fixed to the speedometer.
Too fast will trig them immediately, going too slow will look like I'm drunk-driving.
I try to do the natural thing and stick to the speed limit as exactly as possible.

With eyes frozen to the speedometer and with the patrol car right behind me, I suddenly catch the sight of blue lights in the horizon.

What the hell can that be?