Amy · Part 1 (1/2)
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Amy sat down in her rather ostentatious living room. At 31, she was wealthy due to daddy’s foresight in setting her up with the right investments and portfolios. She did appreciate the advantages that having wealth gave her but something was missing. She had tried to find for a very long time but failing to recognize what she wanted. Then she met Kristen. Kristen taught her about submission. The more she learned the more she craved to be placed in stringent helpless bondage. To be left to be found and then left to the mercy of her rescuer. Her appointment with a friend of Kristen’s was in just over an hour. She had to change her panties twice now simple thinking about what was to come.
As he walked up the long driveway, Mark couldn’t help but be impressed by the grandeur of the home. Sure it was huge, all the homes out here were, but it was rather tastefully done. That is he thought to himself, for a home that cost more than he might make in his next ten lifetimes combined. He mentally reviewed what Kristen had said to him. This Amy chick was a pure masochistic but didn’t understand it yet. She had tried to find her limits but failed as everything Kristen threw at her she simply loved and kept asking for more. Kristen didn’t feel comfortable with where it was headed but knew that he was perfectly happy making a woman beg and plead in tears and pain. Mark was a true sadist.
But what made Mark different in Kristen’s eyes was that he would protect and comfort a woman just as quickly as he would cane a girl’s ass. She in fact teased him of being a gentle sadist. Was it his fault he loved kittens?
Amy opened the door to greet a well-dressed man who just about took her breath away. He was in that category of tall dark and handsome. To Amy’s keen eye he looked to be around his early thirties, he was actually thirty-one. He had longer dark hair but styled to present a perfect appearance. His eyes, when she looked at them practically engulfed her. They held so much energy in them. They were a deep sapphire blue that radiated the ability to look deep into her soul. Had he told her to kneel and bark like a dog she would have. Very quickly regaining her composure, she introduced herself and invited him in.
The woman that greeted Mark at the door was all and more than promised. She stood 5’-5” but packed all kinds of elegance and grace in the small frame. She had a beautiful face that might have had surgery to achieve but he doubted it. Her body was perfectly proportioned for her frame. Nice curves and ample breasts without being overbearing as was the craze lately in LA. As she introduced herself, Mark was happy to hear the matching silky smooth voice and not that high pitched whine he actually expected.
Amy led him into her living room or at least what could serve as a formal room with couches. “Please have a seat. Can I offer you anything?” She said with the ease of a host used to being in charge.
“Yes actually. It is rather hot out today. So if you have some tea or water if not.” He answered back to her while taking a seat with the window to his back. He preferred the light to shine one her so that he could study her better.
Amy said, “I’ll be right back.” She left to bring in two glasses of iced tea with a full pitcher as well. “I always have tea. I think it’s required to if you live in Southern California.” She laughed naturally. On the outside she was in full control. It was an ability that she had learned at a very early age. “Never show weakness regardless of the situation.” Her father had said many times over. Unfortunately he and her mother had died five years back in a tragic accident. The thought of her father helped to calm the inside part of her that was raging with hormones and desire. She would have been happy it this stranger would leap across the room, pin her down and fuck her until she was blind.
“Amy.” Began Mark, “We can sit and enjoy some small talk get to know each other a bit. I sense that you are a bit eager though.”
“Do you read minds?” She asked “I have a unique ability to interpret a person’s mood with uncanny accuracy. It tends to help in my line of work. “ “I see.” She paused a minute as if mulling this over in her mind, “Very well then let’s get right to business. You were recommended to me by a friend that I trust very dearly. As it happens, I would prefer to not know much about you but rather prefer to leave that as a mystery.”
Mark picked up his tea and took a slow drink as he listened to beautiful woman in front of him. He watched as she moved a bit of her long hair away from her face and thought to himself that hair would make a great anchor in a hog tie.
She continued on knowing that he was evaluating her every move, and jester. “I don’t know what Kristen has told you but suffice to say that we have played a few bondage games and while she has been a good teacher I want to go to levels she is not comfortable with.” She carefully set her glass on a coaster and looked at Mark directly and finished by saying. “In short, I want to be placed in extremely uncomfortable, inescapable, and helpless bondage and then left this way to be found by another.” She said the whole thing in a single breath as if afraid that if she stopped to breath she would stop talking.
Unperturbed by the outburst, Mark asked, “Do you realize the dangers of what you are seeking? Being in bondage for long periods of time can be extremely dangerous, even life threatening.”
Having regained her composure again she went on. “I do understand this. It is that very concern that drives me. I have a deep need to feel completely out of control and in very real danger. If I asked you to tie me and then release me some time later I know that regardless of everything else I am overall safe. Sure I can experience the pain and suffering that accompanies being helpless and bound but I remain safe.”
Mark nodded. He had heard this before and usually the person simply didn’t know the full extent of what they were asking. He knew that the fantasy was far removed from reality. “Perhaps we might try a practice session so that you can get a feel for how helpless you really would be.”
“Mr. Knowles. Perhaps Kristen didn’t have the right person in mind for me. You see I have been in very helpless situations. I have been chained and locked into a very small cage with no chance of escape other than knowing that I would be let out after a few hours. I have felt the taste of a flogger leaving welts on my back and ass and to be honest it wasn’t enough. I live in a fantasy world here Mr. Knowles. I need to be in a position where I know absolutely that my very life may be in danger and that I am completely helpless to do anything about it.”
Mark was silent for a bit as her pondered her statement. Sitting upright he asked, “How long did you want to have this experience? An hour, a day, perhaps the rest of your life?”
“Not the rest of my life certainly, I am not quite as naïve as to think the fantasy of being a slave is fun and exciting in a real life setting. To answer your question though, I prefer to not know exactly how long I might have to suffer. And in a very real sense I need to know that I might never escape and might die. I admit this is probably not a healthy aspiration.”
“If I decide to do this you need to understand that I cannot and will not guarantee your safety or security. In fact I can promise that you will almost definitely suffer some permanent damage both physical and mental. I can and will place you in harm’s way and possibly on death’s doorstep giftwrapped. I would very strongly like to talk you out of this course of action.” His concern was very real at this point.
“Look. I do not consider myself spoiled but I do tend to get what I want. It goes with the whole being wealthy thing. I need to experience being in a position where my wealth can’t help me. More to the point I need to be in a position where I know in my soul that nothing can help me. Perhaps you can’t understand that. Maybe because you can’t have everything you want when you want it and actually have to work to get what you need and want you can’t see my perspective. And please don’t think I look down on you at all. You have strength of character that comes from understanding where you are in life and being able to set goals and achieve them. I actually envy that.”
Mark had sat back and listened as she talked. He did understand her point of view but knew it wouldn’t help to tell her this. “Very well, I need some time to prepare but I will do this for you. I will return in a week and you will have your epiphenomenon.”
Two
Over the next seven days Mark did his preparations. He used the advance she provided him to get the supplies he needed and set up the place he had in mind. His overall plan was to put her into a very strict bondage that would after a day or so cause intense cramping and pain. Left for longer it could necessitate the need for amputation. Of course if she was left for longer than three days it could very well end in dehydration and death. That was not his plan. Of course he wouldn’t be telling her that part. He wondered how long it would take for despair to set in fully and not have the effect of dehydration cause unrecoverable problems. Regardless, the whole business was risky at best.
Amy opened the door again to see Mark. This time he was in comfortable jeans and a shirt. His muscles shown through and immediately she felt herself become moist. Stammering just slight with both fear and anticipation she managed to ask. “Is it time now?”
“Yes.” He said and in a very quick but deliberate motion he slid a heavy sack over her head and tied it off. Next he used a heavy duty zip tie to wrench her elbows together behind her back. In a few short seconds she was quite helpless. Finishing off he zip tied her wrists and ankles and one extra at the knees. He picked her up as if she weighed almost nothing and dumped her not too delicately into the trunk of his sedan. Taking one more zip tie he attached her ankles to her elbows and pulled tight. It was a very painful position for a professional model. It would be unbearable for her very quickly. In the trunk he removed the hood and quickly stuffed her mouth with her own panties.
He had reached down under her dress and forcefully ripped them free. The taste was not unexpected or necessarily unpleasant. She had tasted herself and enjoyed the experience. The duct tape wrapped around the head forcing the cloth deeper was not pleasant though. After replacing the hood he said to her. “I trust this will keep you for a bit. Stay quiet and try not to move around too much. You have a long way to go.”
He left the quiet safe neighborhood deep in Bellaire and headed out to the desert. He had purchased a bit of land ten years ago and all but never used it for anything other than photography of bondage models. The drive would take a bit over three hours, an eternity in a hot trunk in a tight painful hog tie.
Amy was silently crying in the trunk. The tears were from the pain in her shoulders more than anything else. She had tried to find a position that didn’t cause more pain with every bump but failed to be able to do more than bring more pain to herself. In the end she simply gave up and waited. She had time to think about the situation. She had expected him to put her into bondage in her home. In fact she had arranged for Kristen to come by in a few days to help with a project. She did not actually want to die after all.
The problem was that in her wildest fantasies and imaginings she didn’t come across a chance of her being kidnapped and taken to an undisclosed location. She considered telling him she changed her mind but knew that wouldn’t work. The deal was that he was to ignore any such requests regardless of any offer of money, sex or anything else she might come up with. She had even paid him extremely well as a bonus for that very exception. Additionally, she told him that he was free to use her body in any way that suited him so that any offers of sex were simply irrelevant. The reality of everything was just now beginning to settle in on her.
At the desert ranch he stopped the car near the larger of the two building and heading inside. He left Amy in the trunk to think about things. After having a nice lunch and finishing up some last minute touches he went out to retrieve his captive. Her arms and hands were a dark shade of purple and quite a bit of chafing was apparent everywhere the ties had been applied. Leaving the hood on, he cut the rest of the ties off.
Amy felt the pain in her arms as the blood flow returned and all the neuron receptors began firing at once. The pain from four hours this way and suddenly being released was surprising. She found herself unable to do more than writhe on the ground. “Stand up bitch!” She heard him say. It took several attempts including a couple of falls before she was able to stand. The pain was finally receding a bit. “Strip!” Was the next thing she heard. She had no idea where she was who might be there or anything else. For all she really knew he had driven around in circles for a while and ended up back at her own house, but she doubted that. She removed the dress and bra she had on and stood there waiting.
Mark watched as the pathetic looking woman stood before him. He knew her to be scared and a bit desperate. It was what she wanted. He looked over the very fine body and decided to have a bit of fun. “Everything off, now you useless whore!” He demanded of her. He was purposely cruel to her at this point. “Get your shoes, earrings, and everything else off bitch. If it didn’t come out of your mother’s cunt when you were born then it has no place here.”
Did he have to be so mean and vulgar she thought to herself. The fact that being called a bitch made her wetter however didn’t escape her notice. She hurried to comply and vaguely wondered if she should remove the hood to remove her earrings. As she raised her hands to the hood he stopped her. “I’ll take care of that part later. Put your hands behind your head cunt.” She decided that yes being treated this way was making her very excited along with being very terrified.
Waiting until she had clasped her hands in place, he walked behind her. He reached around and cupped her breasts and began to fondle them. Rougher and rougher, pinching her nipples until she was crying out in pain. He n
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