The House John Built · Part 1

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Chapter 1 – The Present – Part 1 She had arrived on time for once. He had told her tonight was special and to make herself beautiful. Well, he had told her how to make herself beautiful for him. He had told her which shoes, which dress, which underwear and how the hair and make up should be. It was what he liked her to be for him, a sophisticated slut. A prize to show off. She loved being that for him.

It was a modest house. Nothing big or imposing. A normal house of a normal man. She parked in the driveway behind his car and walked to the main door. She rang the bell and waited. Mavis opened the door and smiled. “Welcome madam”, and waved her in. “Please take a seat. Sir will be with you shortly. Would you like a drink?”

“My usual please Mavis.”

“Certainly.”

And with that she sat on the sofa, posing herself. Mavis walked in with a gin tonic on a silver tray, handed it to her and left. She looked at Mavis walking away in her maid’s uniform. It was a normal uniform, one a working maid would wear, but the way it fit Mavis was different. She often teased him about her, how he kept her not for her services but for her ass, that she did not believe he was not fucking her. He always denied it and said that Mavis was just his maid.

Mavis was a few years older than her – five or six years. He had told her that he had found her through a cleaning agency. One day he had called for a day maid and they sent her. He liked her work and offered her a full-time job which she accepted. She was baffled for she could not understand why he needed a full-time maid in his house. It was not a big house and even with all the chores required to attend to a single man she surely was not required there every day, all the time. But he was doing ok for himself. He had a good job after all and liked the good things in life though he did keep to himself with not so many close friends around. This she also found strange at first, until she started learning about his more private side.

Chapter 2 – The Disclosure

After a few dates he had invited her to stay over for a three-day weekend. He had said he liked her and that he wanted to show her something. On the Friday she had taken a small suitcase with her stuff for the stay and after work drove to his place. He had worked from home that day and made it a point to be finished by the time she arrived. He opened the door and greeted her like an eager man would his woman on a first long stay together. He was happy to see her. He invited her in and called Mavis to take her luggage to the bedroom while they stayed in the lounge chatting. Mavis came after some 45 minutes to tell them dinner was ready. They sat at the table and were served.

She, not yet used to having a maid attend to her, thanked Mavis each time she served her, or took away a plate, or filled her glass. She even complimented her on her cooking. Mavis always bowed her head and softly uttered a thank you. Other than those few interactions no one would know she was around the house.

On the morning of the second day they went out for a walk in a park nearby. John held her hand like a young lover and told her he was really happy with her and how things were going. He went on to explain what he liked about her. He bought her roses for a street vendor and then they stopped at a café overlooking a pond. She was happy, in the seventh heaven. He was her Man. She did not like him. She loved him and told him so. He squeezed her hand. When they returned back home they went straight to the bedroom. She kissed and touched him. Soft. He kissed her back. He picked a bunch of hair in his hand, pulled her head back and kissed and bit her ears and neck.

With his other hand he pinched and twisted a nipple. He let her hair go and put his hand between her legs. Wet. He pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her and grabbed her neck. He squeezed, controlling her breath and looked in her eyes. “There is something I want to tell you, something only a few people know.” All of a sudden she got nervous and excited. He squeezed some more and kissed her. “This. This thing we do. This is just child’s play to me. I like more and I want to do it to you”. He squeezed some more. He kissed her again. He let go and climbed off her and off the bed. He pulled her up by the hand and started walking out of the door. She was lost.

She still did not know what was happened. She pulled back, resisting. Also, she had never been out naked around the house. Where was Mavis? He pulled her and asked her to follow him.

They went down the cellar. Luckily Mavis was at the back of the house doing laundry and preparing lunch. She had been to the cellar once when he had shown her his wine collection. She had not thought of it any more. It was a small cellar. He opened a door next to one of the wine racks. In her one visit she had not noticed it, or maybe had but there was no recollection. The cellar was not important. He switched on a light and she just stood there. There was a huge room. Now that she thought about it, the cellar was a large as the house above. The room was filled with chains and racks and hanging whips and canes and latex. He pulled her close to him. “Now you know me.

That we do in the bedroom, the control. I like more, and I like a receptive woman”. He hugged her. She was still in shock though it was waning. “What do you want of me?”, she asked. “Let’s go upstairs”. He switched off. Closed the door and held her hand up the stairs. He called Mavis. She became more aware of her nakedness. “Please. I am naked” as she tried to cover herself. He took her hand and they walked to the bedroom. Mavis walked in as he was just covering her.

“Sir?”

“Bring us tea.”

“Certainly Sir.” And she walked away.

She started crying but pulled him in. He hugged her. “What does it mean?” she asked.

“You are aware I have been single for a while, and there is a reason to that. I do not function well in a vanilla world.”

“Vanilla?”

“Normal relationships do not work for me. My kinky side is more than bedroom kinky. It is life kinky. I want an unequal relationship. I want a woman who will submit to me. But I do not just want any woman. I want a woman I love and I want her to want to submit.”

All she heard were “unequal” and submit”. She had read some BDSM stories but also news of women who had been kidnapped or trapped and abused. “So you want to keep me locked in that room, tied me down and whip me?” There were tears forming. She had come to love this man. She did have fantasies of pirates and kidnappers and of being forced to do stuff against her will. Bet they were just fantasies. Nothing more. She had never acted on them. Well! Being honest to herself she realised that at times, when he was holding her down, spanking her ass and talking dirty to her – that is where her mind went. In their soft play she always thought of herself as a victim. And not just with him.

Even with other men she had been with. But he was the one who pushed the most, who did to her closer to what her fantasies were. But she never told him, or anyone, about it. It was all in her head, close to that control centre that picked up the inputs form all her senses, reworked them into her stories and made her wet and hungry and needy.

“Yes. And much more. I want to make you into the woman I want you to be. I want to remake you…..”.

She interrupted “How?”

“Let’s get dressed”. They did and went to the lounge. He explained to her that he wanted a bimbo slave wife who he would control in each and every way. Her appearance, her demeanour, her tastes. He told her that if she accepted he would do things to her she had never dreamed anyone would do. That he would not take a No for answer. What he would say, would be. But he did not want to do it to her. He wanted her to want it.

By now she was a bit more collected. Quite a bit more. “Ok! I like the kinky stuff we do and admit I always thought we could do a bit more but had no idea what. But this. This is….. This is too far. I like my life. I don’t know!” And she burst out crying as she moved away from him.

She continued, more thinking out loud than talking to him. “No! I will not. I like my life. I like being independent. You want to make me into a freak, a mindless fuck thing for your sick mind. You want me to be a warm blow up doll. No! NO! I need to leave”. And with that she started to walk away.

He looked at her, a bit saddened, and said “I understand”. Then called Mavis and asked her to bring her the suitcase. She was still crying. “You’re a fuckin asshole. You tricked me into falling for you thinking I would be ok with this shit. You’re sick. You need to go see a shrink.”

Walking out of the door she shouted at him “Don’t even think of contacting me. You creep!”.

Chapter 3 – Realization

She got in her car and drove off but soon she turned the corner she could not hold it anymore. She pulled to the side and burst out crying. She felt cheated. Violated. Tricked. She calmed down and drove off. Getting home she went straight to bed and fell asleep. The sleep was disturbed. She kept thinking of all the good times they had, of the beautiful evenings which always ended up in bed. And the more she thought, the more she realised that he had pushed slowly. He had not slapped her at first. He did not call her a wet cunt. It all happened slowly. And slowly she had accepted it without realising. Not only accepted it but wanted and enjoyed it.

The next day was still a holiday but she had no energy. She just slept and thought. The next day she skipped work, calling in sick. But instead of staying in bed she decided she needed to go out. She showered and dressed and went down to the shopping district.

Looking at shop windows she remembered how he would point dresses to her and tell her how good she would look in them. They were not her style but she liked it that he took that interest. He would also point at shoes. Watching movies he would comment when a certain type of female character appeared. He would comment on the character’s dress and demeanour. And her mind whirled and churned memory after thought after memory. Stopping for lunch she remembered how he would always pull the chair for her and then tell her to sit. She had never given that any more notice to it being a gentlemanly act. Was it? He would also sometimes order for her. Sometimes it was things she had never had which he would order for her to try out and when she resisted he would talk her into still trying it, in the end realising it was something she liked. She went home.

She thought of Mavis. He never said please or thank you to her. He always just told her what to do. Was Mavis a slave? She hated him. She loved him. She hated him. She decided she had to move on. That next Saturday she went out with friends to someone’s birthday do at a bar. She was ok going out but once they arrived at the venue she went quiet and withdrew to herself. She looked at a man grabbing a handful of his girl’s hair, look in her eyes and then smiling went in for a kiss. He had done that to her. Wanting to free herself from that memory and the voyeuristic instance she moved around the bar and saw two girls kissing. What if she tried that.

She had thought about it, specifically with Jenny, but never acted on it. Then she remembered thinking maybe she could propose it to him – to have a threesome and give him a lesbian show. But she had kept back, fearing she might scare him off. “Yeah right!” she thought and softly smiled to herself. That was the first time she had smiled to herself since that last time with him.

On Sunday her friends were going to a park for a soccer game, then lunch and afternoon cocktails. She had agreed to go but on the morning she called her friend who was supposed to pick her up and said she had to go to her mum’s. She stayed in bed. Thinking. She replayed it all in her head. Their meeting. Their first date. Their sex. Her fantasies. The room. And she felt a tinge when she thought about the room. Her mind started telling her a story with her being bound in that room, left in the dark with a tight leather hood on her head. Maybe locked in one of the cages. She started stroking her nipples and then moved down between her legs.

She reached into the drawer next to her bed and pulled out a vibrator. Her mind continued the movie and she played with her vibrator and started pinching her nipples. In the movie he was pinching her nipples. She saw him walk off and get some keys. He took her out of the cage and tied her over it. He placed weighted clamps on her nipples. He fingered her clit and then put a clamp there too. Then he was gone. Then she felt him kiss her through the hood. Then she felt the cane. And she felt it again. And same came. Hard. She just laid there for an hour. Maybe, she thought. Just maybe. And she picked her phone and sent him a text. “Hello. May we meet. Please. I have some questions.”

“Hello. Yes. I’ll pick you up at four. We’ll go to a quiet café.” She smiled. And then she realised another thing she liked about him. It was there in his reply. It was not a “Yes beautiful. I missed you so much. Thanks for getting back in touch. What time do you want to meet and where?” It was on his terms, his time, his chosen place. She thought “I think I am ok”.

Chapter 4 – Recovery

She started to panic. He would pick her up in two hours but she still did not know what to wear. Something he liked? Or something her? Who did she want to be? His? Or herself? She decided to be herself.

At four the doorbell rang. She nearly ran to the door and had to slow herself. She was overcome with emotion. Love and disdain (for him). Doubt and certainty. She was so sure that morning. For a moment she thought of telling him she changed her mind but on opening the door and seeing him she got that teen giggle and had to restrain herself from hugging him. “Hello”

“How are you?”

“Ok. Yourself?”

“I’m good. Am glad you called and will answer any query you have honestly.”

“You lied to me enough already”, she said.

“Come. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

He opened and held the car door open for her. “Put on your seatbelt”.

Was that an order or a reminder? Grrrrrr!!!!! So frustrating.

He told her they would be going to a cafe out of town. It was a place they had been to before and which she quite liked. The talk through the drive was not as smooth as one would expect. Her emotions were on a rollercoaster but she kept bringing up the fact that she had asked to meet. She was aware she could ask him to turn at any point but also knew that she really did have questions she needed answered.

At the cafe’ they were seated in a secluded corner. He ordered coffee for both and said “So. What question do you have for me?”

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