Under Arrest · Part 2 (2/3)
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“I found you quite by accident,” she said with a slight grin. “I had just met a client in the parking lot – only minutes before you arrived – to deliver his new slave. She was some mousy little slut I found waiting tables in a bar in D. C. She was so easily trainable. She wanted the life, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself.”
This woman is insane! Bill thought.
“The client paid me the remaining amount he owed me and asked if I could find him an alpha man,” she said. “A cock-strong man who would not be a push over. A man who was in charge all time – until, that is, I break him…”
Bill pulled at his wrists. He had to get free. The thought about no one knowing he was missing for at least two weeks entered his mind again.
“My name is not important,” she said, “but you will call me Mistress from now on. Of course, you will not call me anything for a long time. It will take a lot of training before you lose the gag.”
He pulled at the ropes around his wrists and elbows but did nothing to loosen them.
Mistress leaned toward him and said, “The struggling is a waste of time, but it gets me so damn wet. Can you smell me? Keep struggling. I love a challenge. I knew you would be a tough colt to break. My client had just left when you drove into the lot. As soon as you got out of your car, I could tell you were exactly what he wanted. You were confident, sure, in charge and composed. You will be my greatest trainee.”
Bill stopped pulling at the ropes. It was a futile attempt, and all the moving made his nipples hurt even more. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths in attempt to calm himself.
Mistress unbuckled the strap across his chest and walked over to the wall again. She retrieved a silver chain leash. She returned to the chair and clipped it to the collar around Bill’s neck. She then tugged playfully and said, “Let’s go, naïve. It’s time for your lessons to begin.”
He struggled to his feet and hopped along behind Mistress as she moved to the center of the room. She stopped and put the hood back over Bill’s head. After it was tightly secured, she untied the rope around his waist and his wrists had a little room to maneuver. Next she untied the rope around his elbows. The stress and pain began to ebb away from Bill’s arms and shoulders. Then, she removed the clamps from his nipples.
He almost tried to say thank you, but stopped himself. If she was reapplying the bindings in some way, she might slip up – or might untie his wrists – so he had to be alert and diligent. That’s when he heard the sound of a chain rattling and then the sound of a motorized garage door opener. Before he could guess at what the sound was, he was slowly lifted off the ground by his collar!
Immediately, Bill could not breathe at all. He was being hanged!
“Stop thrusting about, naïve,” Mistress said. “Once I get your hands resecured I’ll let you down.”
She grabbed his bound wrists and quickly untied them. Bill instantly reached up toward his neck and tried to get the collar off but it was locked securely.
“Put your hands in front of you if you want to live,” Mistress said calmly.
Bill stuck his hands in front of him as he felt as if he would soon lose consciousness. Mistress quickly snapped on a pair of handcuffs and clicked the remote. The apparatus lowered Bill and he collapsed on the floor. As he tried to catch his breath, Mistress unclipped the leash from the apparatus and clipped it to the chain between the cuffs on his wrists. She then hit the remote again, and Bill was pulled to a standing position with his hands stretched over his head. Mistress placed him high enough where he had to stand on his toes or he would dangle from the ceiling.
“You will not hesitate when you are told to do something,” Mistress said. “Hesitation is defiance, and defiance will not be tolerated. Defiance will be met with swift punishment. Acceptance and submission will bring you pleasure.”
Then she swatted his rear with the riding crop. The pain was electric and caused Bill to leave his feet. Mistress began rhythmically spanking Bill’s backside.
“You will learn to take the pain,” Mistress said. “In time, you will love the pain. You will look forward to the pain, because your pain makes your master happy.”
Periodically, Mistress would strike Bill on the thighs or back, but the majority of the strikes we to his now beet-red rump.
After what seemed like forever to Bill, Mistress stopped and slowly caressed his backside. Her touch was loving – almost motherly. Then she tenderly grabbed his penis and began to stroke. He was hard instantly.
He had no idea how he could be aroused in the slightest after what he had endured over the last few hours, but he was.
Mistress leaned into Bill’s ear and whispered in a seductive voice, “Does it feel good naïve? Do you want to cum?”
Unbeknownst to Bill, he nodded vigorously.
Mistress stroked him harder and faster. Bill began thrusting his hips and groaning into the gag and hood.
“You may cum, dear,” she whispered.
Bill came hard and long. Mistress kept stroking him until he was so weak in the knees, he was hanging from his wrists with no leg support. Mistress stopped and lowered him to the ground again.
Bill laid there in a heap trying to collect himself. She unclipped the chain from the handcuffs and reapplied it to his collar. Bill tried to protest but was too spent to move.
“I’m going to remove the handcuffs,” she said. “I can hang you while I do it, again, or you can just submit. Which will it be?”
Bill weakly nodded his head.
“Good boy,” she said and then kissed him on top of his head.
Mistress unlocked the handcuffs and told him to place his hands behind his back. Bill complied. She bound his wrists together tightly. She then secured his bound ankles to his bound wrists with a separate piece of rope and placed him in another hogtie.
Then, without a word, Mistress patted him on his red rear and walked away. At the top of the steps, before she unlocked the door, she mentioned that he should get some rest because he would need the energy.
But Bill was unconscious and never heard a word.
Bill had no idea how long he had been out, but he woke up when the lock on the door disengaged loudly. He heard Mistress’ shoes clapping off the hard surface as she approached him.
“Wake up, naïve,” she said happily. “A new day of training awaits.”
Mistress unlaced the hood and rolled it off his mouth and removed the ball gag. Bill flexed his jaw and tried to work the kinks out. A bottle of water was placed at his lips and he drank greedily from it. When he bottle was empty, another bottle was at his lips. Bill finished that one off too.
He cleared his dry throat and started saying, “Mistr…”
But go no further. A ring was forced into him mouth and strapped into place. The ring gag silenced him as effectively as the ball gag. That’s when Mistress removed the hood. The room was the still dimly lit so his eyes adjusted quickly. He looked at Mistress and saw that she had changed clothes. She was now wearing a black PVC catsuit and five-inch heels. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
Mistress walked seductively over to the chair he had been strapped into the last time they were together and sat down. She leaned back in the chair and said, “Come to me.”
Bill was trying to figure out how he would get up when she added, “Crawl…”
Bill crawled along the hard concrete floor as quickly as his bound legs and wrists would allow. He reached the foot of the chair and stopped to catch his breath.
Mistress threw each of her legs over the opposite arms of the chair. “Now, pleasure me, naïve. Pleasure me with your tongue.”
Bill squirmed into a kneeling position and saw that there was an opening in the crotch of the catsuit. Mistress’ sex was fully exposed to him.
“Get to it, boy!” she ordered.
Bill leaned forward and began to lick her clit as best as the ring gag would allow. After a few minutes, Mistress said, “This is pathetic. Fuck me with your mouth or you will be punished!”
Bill leaned into her sex and began to use his nose and chin as well as his tongue. After a few minutes, Mistress began to moan in ecstasy.
“That’s it, boy,” she murmured. “I knew you had it in you.”
Soon after that, Mistress arched her back and screamed as she came. She leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
Mistress opened her eyes and playfully tussled his short hair. Then she swung her legs around Bill and stood up. She walked around the backside of the chair and said, “Come here.”
Bill crawled to where Mistress was standing. He saw she was standing next to a padded item that seemed secured to the floor. It was approximately three feet tall, three feet long and two feet wide. He had no idea what it was supposed to be.
Mistress patted the top of the item. “Up here, love. I want you to lay your chest on this. Feet still on the floor. Your head can hang off the far end.”
Bill struggled to get to his feet, but he was able to lean on the padded rectangle and use it for support. After a few minutes, he was laying on his belly where he had been directed, feet on the floor and head hanging off the far end.
Mistress pulled hidden straps from the item he was on and secured them across his back and butt – pinning his chest to the padded item. She untied Bill’s ankles and knees, and he let out a groan of relief. As he worked the kinks out of his legs, Mistress walked where he could not see and returned with a new toy. She applied the three-foot spreader bar to Bill’s ankles and then secured straps across the back of his thighs – pinning them to the item. Bill was now secured in a standing “L” shape with his ankles spread three feet apart and unable to move them.
Mistress moved away again. Bill tried to look back but was unable to see what she was doing. He then heard the door open and someone was on the stairs. He assumed Mistress was leaving him but she soon appeared next to him. Someone it seems was joining the party.
“Your new master will be that – a man,” she said. “Are you gay?”
Bill shook his head.
“Didn’t think so,” she said with a smile. “Ever have a gay encounter?”
Bill shook his head faster.
“Not ever? Not drunk in college? Never at all?”
Bill kept shaking his head no.
Mistress nodded. “Then this is going to be fun.”
She stepped in full view of him and saw that she was wearing an enormous strap-on dildo.
Bill kept shaking his head no.
“And we have a visitor,” Mistress said, looking past Bill.
He looked that way as a man idled up next to him. He was an average-sized man, who was totally shaved, totally naked and apparently totally aroused. Then man’s penis was as stiff as a board and Bill could see it was already wet at the tip. The only thing on his body was a black leather collar around his neck.
“This is Caesar,” Mistress said. “He’s my pet. He helps me train the newbies who have never been… taken by a man…”
Bill began to pull at his bounds and thrash about, but he could hardly move. Mistress grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at her.
“The struggling makes me so wet, but you have a decision to make,” Mistress said. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass, and Caesar is going to fuck you in the mouth. Of this, there is no doubt. But if you willingly do this, you will receive pleasure. If you resist… it’s the crop again… or worse…”
Bill was lost. He had no idea what to do. He had never even though about putting a penis in his mouth. He nodded without even knowing he was doing it.
“I knew you’d see it my way,” Mistress said.
Caesar began to remove the ring gag as Mistress applied some gel to Bill’s rosebud. She lubed it up quickly and then violently entered his rear with the strap-on. Just then, the ring gag came out and Caesar forced his cock into Bill’s mouth.
The strap-on was vibrating inside of him, and Bill had no idea what he was feeling. Caesar was thrusting harder and harder, and he was grunting louder with each thrust. Mistress was like a piston behind him. She never stopped or slowed her assault on Bill’s rear. Amazingly, during all this, Bill realized he was getting hard again. His manhood was pinned against the vertical side of the item he was secured to, but it was trying to get loose and join the party.
Bill was trying to think why he could be the least bit aroused. He was in the process of being raped. This was not supposed to be stimulating.
That’s when Caesar came in Bill’s mouth. It shot to the back of his throat and Caesar pull out. Mistress also stopped and pulled out from Bill’s rear.
He tried to collect Caesar’s cum and spit it out, but Mistress covered his mouth with her hand and said, “Swallow it or face the crop.”
Bill sighed in frustration, and then forced Caesar’s seed down his throat. Bill dry heaved but was able to keep it down. He opened his mouth, just in case he vomited, and Mistress shoved some cloth into his mouth. This was followed by the ball gag he had on earlier, which was tightly wedged deep in his mouth and buckled uncomfortably behind his head.
Mistress unsecured the straps holding Bill to the leather-covered dais and unceremoniously rolled him off and onto the floor. He was trying to move the rag in his mouth with his tongue – getting it into a position where he would not choke – when Mistress put on the hood and secured it tightly. Bill was plunged into total darkness again.
Bill was rolled onto his back and he felt Mistress grab his erect member and began stroking him tenderly.
“I knew you would enjoy your training, my pet,” Mistress said seductively.
Mistress continued massaging his manhood as Bill felt close to climaxing. Just as he was about to come, she stopped. Bill moaned into the gag in frustration. Then, he felt something being secured around his member. It was tight and constrictive, but the discomfort was not intense. Then he was rolled onto his belly and the hogtie was reapplied.
“The chastity device will keep you from completing the act of pleasure,” Mistress said. “You will only be pleasured when I decide you will be pleasured.”
Still, Bill tried to rub his engorged member on the floor, but there was no way he could finish the deed with the chastity device secured.
“You did well, my pet,” Mistress said. “Now get your rest. When I return later, you will experience pain like you’ve never experienced in your pathetic life. If you survive, maybe I will allow you to be completely pleasured.”
Bill could hear her walking away and then up the stairs.
“This way, Caesar,” Mistress said. “I will allow you to play with him later.”
The door was closed and the locked engaged.
Bill woke when the lock was disengaged. He could hear someone – he assumed Mistress – walking down the stairs, but the sound was muffled. As if she was no longer wearing heels.
The person approached him and knelt next to him without uttering a word. The rope securing his bound ankles to his wrists was removed, and Bill stretched out his legs as much as the ropes would allow. He was sore and just wanted to be able to stretch. Escape was the furthest thing from his mind. He just wanted to be comfortable.
The chastity device was removed. Then, he was rolled back onto his belly. The rope around his wrists was untied and then the person walked away. The rope was still wrapped around his wrists, but was no longer tied.
Bill waited for the crop or something else to inflict pain, but nothing happened. He could hear the person walking back up the stairs, the door opened and closed.
Then there was no sound except for his labored breathing.
This has to be a trap, Bill thought. A trick…
He waited several minutes but nothing happened. He did not know if he was truly alone, but he thought he was supposed to try something. Maybe it was a test…
Bill wriggled his hands until the rope became loose, and he pulled his hands free. She rolled onto his back and stretched his arms out. They were sore and stiff, but he relished the freedom.
Again, he stopped and listened but heard nothing.
He reached behind his head and fumbled around with the hood. It took a while, but he was able to finally loosen it and pulled it free.
The lights were on but dimmed, so he was able to look around without pain in his eyes while they adjusted. He removed the ball gag and pulled the rag from his mouth. As he threw the rag onto the floor, he saw three bottles of water.
Bill grabbed one, opened it and chugged it down. He opened the second and began drinking it when he wondered if it may be drugged.
But he was so thirsty, he ignored the possibility and finished the second and then downed the third. Bill waited a few seconds to see if he felt groggy or drugged.
Nothing.
He untied his ankles and stood up. As he surmised, he was alone in the dungeon. He unfastened the collar around his neck and threw it to the floor. He walked to the stairs and saw his clothes neatly folded on the floor at the foot of the staircase. He dressed quickly and slowly ascended the stairs. He moved slowly and cautiously – trying his best to make as little noise as possible – and reached the door.
Bill debated Mistress’ intentions. She had a gun, but he was free. If this was a trap or a trick or a test, he figured at least he had a fighting chance. He may be sore and stiff, but his limbs were getting loser by the minute. And the adrenalin was helping him in a big way. As he reached for the doorknob, Bill decided he was not going to let Mistress win – no matter what.
He turned the knob and the door swung open.
He listened but heard nothing.
Then he slowly walked into the adjoining room.
He was in a kitchen. The appliances were top rate. It was modern and very well kept. At the far end was a breakfast nook with a very nice table and chair set. Sitting at the table was Mistress.
She was looking at him but said nothing. Bill stared at her but remained silent. Then he noticed the gun. Not in her hand, but on the table. It was on the far side of the table – closer to him than to Mistress. Next to the gun was a pair of handcuffs – probably the ones she had used on him yesterday – and what appeared to be his wallet and cell phone from his rental car. There was also a set of keys that Bill thought were they car keys he had in his pocket when Mistress had abducted him.
She said, “You can have the gun. All I ask is that you allow me to explain.”
Bill stepped forward quickly and snatched the pistol off the table. He quickly pulled back the slide a tiny bit and saw that it was indeed loaded. He then held it down. Not pointing it at her but ready if he needed it. He scanned the kitchen for Caesar – or anyone else for that matter – but they were alone.
He looked back at Mistress and noticed something different. Her eyes. The look of superiority was no longer there. She kept eye contact with him for only a few seconds before looking down.
“What the hell, lady,” was all Bill could say and keep his cool.
She looked back at Bill and said, “There’s been a terrible mistake.”
“No kidding!” Bill snapped. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Mistress put her hands out. “I’m so sorry.”
“I bet you are!”
“All I ask is that you give me a few minutes to explain,” she said. “After that, you can do whatever you want. You can call the police if you want.”
“You can count on that, lady!”
She closed her eyes and nodded. “And I wouldn’t blame you, but, please, let me explain…”
Bill tried to calm himself. He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds and then exhaled loudly. “Okay. Explain.”
She motioned toward the chair closest to him. “Please sit.”
“I’ll stand!”
She nodded. “Of course. Of course.”
Bill took a step back, sighed and said, “Just explain.”
She nodded again. “My name is Colleen Jernigan. I’m a professional dominatrix.”
“A what?”
“A dominatrix,” Colleen said. “I entertain clients whose wishes are to be dominated by a woman.”
Bill had a decent idea what a dominatrix was. He had heard about them from a friend on the department who worked in the Vice Unit.
“So what gives you the right to kidnap me?” Bill said sternly. “You shot at me! You beat me! Hell, lady, you raped me!”
Colleen closed her eyes and nodded again. “I know. I’m so sorry. It was an error on my part.”
“No shit!”
Colleen opened her eyes. “I thought you were a client.”
“Huh?”
“I thought you were a client,” she repeated.
“Why the hell did you think that?” Bill snapped.
“I had a client contact me,” she explained. “He wanted the kidnapping fantasy that I advertise on my website.”
“You advertise on a website?” Bill asked skeptically.
She nodded. “Yes. All doms do nowadays.”
Bill nodded but said nothing.
Colleen had a few piece of paper on the table next to her. She pushed them across the table and said, “Here are the correspondences I’ve had with the client. I’ve never met him so I didn’t know exactly what he looked like.”
