Unexpected Love · Part 3 (3/3)
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He joked. “That’s happened before. The interest always gets to people and they can’t stand it anymore.
You ready to go?”
I nodded and smiled.
“I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be!”
Mr. Sven smiled and clapped his hands together.
“Now that’s what I like to hear!
Come, I’m sure you want to get in the warm car, right?”
With that, he led me over to his large van.
It was indeed warm as I got in the passenger seat.
The van went through the town, heading for the long road that led to Mr. Sven’s snow packed house.
I looked at the buildings, the restaurants, all the places where I had spent so many years of my life. Now they were behind me, nothing more then a distant memory from the past.
When we left the town and quietly drove down the road, I didn’t look back.
“Well, I figured you might be cold, so I brought along some warm soup.” Mr. Sven said as he pointed towards a mug in the cup holder.
“Oh, thank you!”
I said as I took the cup and sipped it.
Mmm…warm chicken soup.
“I always found that chicken soup was one of the best ways to warm up.” Mr. Sven commented on as he drove. “Much tastier and more satisfying then coffee ever was.”
“Mr. Sven?” I asked.
“I’m curious about my new job.
When exactly does it start?”
“In two days.” Mr.
Sven replied. “First there’s the settling in, the applying of the bondage gear and getting used to it.
Then after that, your job starts in earnest.”
I smiled and took another sip of the soup.
We continued up into the snowy mountains for a few hours, continuing the trek to a new life. The snow fell harder and harder. But I must say, the tapestry it created was one of supreme beauty.
"Nervous?"
Mr. Sven asked out of nowhere.
"Who me? Of course not! I'm not nervous!"
Mr. Sven smiled.
"Don't worry about it."
He said soothingly. "The other ladies had a period of doubt when they first started out.
But they realized that they liked their situation and decided to stick on. And remember, you can always leave if you want to."
I smiled and nodded my head.
I had been thinking that, but I was still working on it.
We drove in silence for a few more hours.
But I couldn’t take the silence.
"You know…" I said.
"Yes?"
"It's interesting, but…well…I'm beginning to fantasize about being your slave." This got his attention.
"Really?" He asked, with his eyes arched.
"Oh yes. I just keep having these fantasies that I'm you and your wife's slave now and forever. And what is really strange is that I find these fantasies so exciting and…how do I say it…delicious."
Mr. Sven smiled and kept on driving.
“Ah, here we are!”
Mr. Sven said as he pulled up close to that beautiful two story wooden mansion. The lights were on and glowing, warm and inviting from out here in the snow.
“You ready to go inside and start your new job?”
I looked at him and smiled, my confidence rising.
“Yes sir.” I said.
“I know I am.”
Unexpected Love: Part 3
Mrs. Sven must have sensed my interest in my bondage gear, because the big box was waiting in plain sight when I walked through the front door. To further torture me, Mrs. Sven had the beautiful leather leash dangling out of the box.
When I saw that beautiful leather dangling out from the box, any and all fear vanished from me. In its place were feelings of awe, excitement, and desire.
That was my leash! That was going to be clipped to my collar and be used to lead me around!
It took all of my willpower not to rush forward, open the box, and apply all the gear on right then and there.
Mrs. Sven smiled.
"Ah, I know what you are thinking!"
She said cheerfully. "But not yet. First, we have to get you all settled in and ready to go. Did you bring anything with you?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
"Really? Not even some clothes?"
"Just the ones I'm wearing right now.
And even then, I'm ready to undress permanently."
She smiled. "I like your spunk Jan. I think you'll fit in perfectly here." At that moment, Julia, Liz and Doreen walked in, still wearing their chains.
"Oh hello children." Mrs.
Sven said. "Our newest member is soon to join us. Won't you be good dears and help her get ready?"
The three grinned and smiled devilishly (at least, I think Doreen smiled and grinned devilishly).
A few minutes all four of us were in the upstairs bathroom. The soft overhead lights were on, illuminating us and the equipment that three of us wore (soon to become four).
By getting prepared, that meant shaving off all unwanted body hair, getting the skin ready, and generally applying makeup for bondage.
The only thing I did was take off all my clothes, leaving me naked as a jaybird. Only a few weeks ago I would be mortified by the fact that I was naked.
But I was with friends, so it softened the impact.
"Don't worry Jan."
Julia said as she squeezed my hand reassuringly.
"Just let us do all the work."
"That's right."
Liz said. "You just stay still."
Doreen signalled with her hands.
"What did she say?" I asked.
"She asks if you are excited to get into your gear."
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"
The three smiled (at least, I think Doreen smiled.
It was impossible to tell). "You're nervous, aren't you Jan?" Julia asked tenderly. I sighed.
Best to tell the truth. I nodded my head.
"I was nervous too."
Julia said. "I was wondering if I was crazy, insane, or both all the way up to when the restraints went on. But trust me
Julia, if you like being among those who care about you, and you enjoy bondage, then you have nothing to worry about."
"Do you feel safe?"
Liz asked. I nodded my head. "Okay…do you like this place?" Again, I nodded.
Liz smiled. "Now, do you like bondage gear?" I couldn't help but smile as I nodded. Truth be told, I had become quite fascinated with bondage gear.
"Well then," Liz said. "There's nothing to worry about!"
Doreen signalled again, while Julia translated.
"She says that there really is nothing to worry about.
You are safe with her, and with all of us."
I smiled. "Well then, I guess I do have nothing to worry about.
So go to it!" The ladies were very experienced as they went to work.
Liz chatted with me casually as Julia and Doreen slowly shaved my pubic hair away. It was an odd sensation, but I focused on Liz as best I could, to take my focus away from the shavers that were going all over my skin.
It only took about fifteen minutes to shave off all my unwanted body hair, including the fuzz on my arms.
The only hair left was my eyelashes and my long hair.
Next were some creams and ointments that were being spread onto my skin. If I didn't know better, I would think that I was at a luxury spa somewhere, getting the full star treatment. But this treatment was just as good as any spa.
For another hour or so I was attended and taken care of.
Liz gave me several tips about my upcoming bondage.
"If your cuffs get a bit gunky, stick your hands in some warm water to warm the cuffs up. Don't worry about the feeling of them, because you'll get used to them after a while. It'll take a few days for the feeling to go away. Oh, and don't worry about your jaw. It'll adjust to being filled all the time. Isn't that right Doreen?" Doreen nodded her gagged face in agreement.
After almost two hours, I was finished.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw myself as pretty and beautiful.
Now, there was one more step. It was the only logical one.
It was time to be restrained.
The women gently took me outside the bathroom and slowly led me down the stairs. My heart was racing a mile a second. If I had been hooked up to a heart monitor, my lines would be the size of
Everest
Mr. and Mrs. Sven were waiting in the luxurious living room. My new gear lay on the floor in front of them. The whole thing had the air of a very important ceremony.
Julia, Doreen and Liz branched off, taking their positions around me. Mr. and Mrs.
Sven stood in front of me. "Jan,"
Mr. Sven said. "You are about to embark on a new career and a new life.
You will experience restraint in this new life, but you will find a freedom that few can dream off. Is it your choice to begin this new life and career?"
My answer was instant.
Although I was not totally convinced, I no longer had any doubts.
"Yes." Everyone smiled (at least, I think Doreen smiled).
"Then we shall put your restraints on you now."
Mrs. Sven said. "Let's begin with your cuffs." Reaching onto the floor, she picked up the shiny silver cuffs that were mine.
My own, my personal cuffs.
Walking forward, she kneeled in front of me.
I looked down and watched Mrs. Sven carefully put the cuffs around my ankles. The feeling of cold steel embracing my ankles was new to me. It gave me shivers. When the cuffs began to click, I got Goosebumps of untold excitement.
"Maybe this isn't so bad after all…"
With a few more clicks, the cuffs were finished.
Mrs. Sven stood up and I looked down.
My ankles were now permanently locked into these cuffs.
As long as I was to stay here of my own free will, these cuffs would never come off.
As I pondered my ankle cuffs, Mrs. Sven took my right wrist and stuck it out. With that, she gently placed one of the handcuffs on me.
I had watched police cuff people before, but never in a million years did I expect to find myself being cuffed.
The cold steel embraced my flesh tenderly and with great care. The lock was clicked shut, locking it forever. Then, my left wrist was cuffed. Again, the steel was placed on me, and I felt freedom of movement being taken away as I was handcuffed.
My excitement began to grow.
"Hmm…now this is getting interesting."
With both my wrists and my ankles cuffed and locked in restraints, Mrs. Sven took a long piece of chain.
Working quickly, she connected both the chains of my wrist and ankle cuffs together via the long chain. Now this was getting serious!
What was next? Mrs.
Sven picked up that delicious looking leather bondage posture collar.
Ah, what a fine choice. I was going to be collared like an animal.
And I was getting juicy just thinking about it.
To assist my employers, I stuck my head up as high as I could, exposing my neck. I was vulnerable and naked, but I trusted this couple.
"Why thank you Jan!"
Mrs. Sven said as she put the collar on me.
Again I shivered as I felt cool and welcoming leather embrace my neck.
It seemed to hug me as the strap and buckle was applied.
My eyes were closed the entire time, as I was relishing in this wonderful sensation of cool leather against my skin.
It was a symbol of ownership really, and it felt so wonderfully intoxicating.
"Oh…yes…"
I was so involved in feeling this wonderful collar that I didn't even notice Mrs. Sven picking up my gag.
I didn't even notice it until she quietly coughed.
Opening my eyes I saw that wonderful piece of latex and leather, patiently waiting to be inserted into my mouth.
Eager to embrace it, I opened my mouth and waited.
As Mrs. Sven moved the gag closer and closer to me, time seemed to slow.
I could see every seam and every tiny piece of latex and leather on my gag. I could see the light shining off it.
"This is for real!" I thought.
"This thing is going to force me to stay silent. I'm not going to be able to speak with it in my mouth.
Oh my God I'm going to have that thing in my mouth for life!
Yet…why does that sound so damn sexy?!
Come on lady, put it in! Hurry
Mrs. Sven didn't hear my silent urges.
But judging by her smile, she could clearly see my desires in my eyes.
So it was that she gently put it in my mouth.
And I eagerly accepted my gag.
It went into my mouth, and Mrs. Sven buckled it down, making sure the straps were snug and tight, though not too tight.
The device lay in my mouth, limp and uninflated.
That didn't last however, for Mrs. Sven took the dangling pump and began to pump it. With each pump the latex bag in my mouth began to inflate.
"Oh my God oh my God oh my God!" I thought excitedly. "It's actually happening! I'm being gagged! I'm never going to speak again! I'm never going to talk to another being in words ever again!
It's filling my mouth! I'm never going to speak! I'm….hmm?…hmm…hey, this tastes pretty good…"
After several pumps, there was now a large latex ball in my mouth. It was tight and full, though not so much that my mouth was sore.
I knew that any attempts at speaking were going to be futile.
Oh yes, I could mumble and murmur, but any coherent speech was now impossible. Too bad I hadn't chosen some nice last words.
But all that was over with.
There was another toy that remained to be put on, and it was the thing
I was looking forward to most.
The headgear.
She picked it up. There it was. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen. That leather hood, complete with zippers for the mouth and a blindfold for the eyes.
I was going to be wearing this beautiful device for the rest of my life. It would be on my head at all times, save for the times when it needed to be washed.
But standing there, chained and gagged as a prisoner, I saw the hood and I saw its glory. It's beautiful leather glory. And it was mine.
Mrs. Sven undid the zippers on the eyes and the mouth.
Then it was time. The moment had come.
She held the hood above my head and slowly began to lower it. I stayed still, though I wanted to look up and see this glorious object coming down on me.
But I had to be still. I didn't want to spoil this magical moment.
There was one awkward moment when Mrs. Sven took the pump and threaded it through the zipper mouth, but other then that, it came down onto my head beautifully.
It was a perfect fit.
It fit the contours of my head perfectly in every way.
Someone had hand-crafted this hood just for me, and it fit like a glove.
As Mrs. Sven laced the back of the hood, I noticed something strange. With the hood now on my head and gripping it, my field of vision was narrowed to the tiny eye slits that was built in. The blindfold was in Mrs. Sven’s hands, ready to go on.
For this was one thing that none of the other women have tried. I chose this hood because of its eye feature. After discussing it with Mr. and Mrs. Sven, I had decided to be blinded.
With the chain lead, I would be led around.
But for all purposes and effects, I would be completely blind.
But the time for that was not yet upon me.
There was still the issue of the leather bondage chain lead.
Mrs. Sven was prompt on that as well.
She held it up for me to see in all its shiny glory.
Then I felt some tugging at my collar, and I knew that it had been clipped on. Mrs. Sven let go, and
I felt the chain dangling against my chest.
Words cannot describe the power of knowing that I was cuffed, gagged, collard and restrained. And now I had a leash, just like a dog.
All that was now left to do was cover up the eyeholes and blind me. I awaited this with quiet excitement. I was perfectly willing to go along with my blindness.
But little did I know that Mr. Sven had a little surprise in store for me.
Just before Mrs. Sven was about to start covering my eye holes, Mr. Sven walked forward. "Jan,"
He said. "When I was driving you up here, you talked about your fantasy of being a slave.
Well, I want to let you know that you're going to be wearing this during your stay here."
He held up a leather collar.
On it, inscribed in shiny metal, was the word, "SLAVE".
Then he took the bracelet, opened it up completely, and with some difficult (It must have been tricky placing it above the rings) attached it to my neck collar. Although I could not see it, I knew that the word SLAVE was now inscribed on my collar, plain for all to see.
I could not hold it back.
My passion and my feelings for this man overflowed.
I reached forward and grabbed him as best I could with my hands cuffed.
I grabbed him and squeezed as best I could.
I wanted to tell him so much how grateful I was that he was fulfilling a secret fantasy of mine! How I wanted to tell him how grateful I was that he came into my life and gave me this new life.
But with the gag in my mouth, I was forced to remain silent. That was okay.
There was no need for words in that moment as I hugged him.
He smiled and stroked my leather covered head.
"I'm going to be with him." I thought.
"I’m going to be with this man for the rest of my life. And
I'm going to love it."
Then it was time. Mrs.
Sven slowly came forward and separated us.
It was only temporary, I knew. It was temporary because it was time to blind me.
The mouth was zipped up first.
I must have looked very strange, having the long pump dangling out of a zipped up mouth.
And then she did my eyes.
Reaching up, she gently took the blindfold, and pressed it to the mask.
Little by little, my vision began to turn to darkness.
Little by little, the light of the world was replaced by the light of darkness.
The last thing I saw was the very edge of the fireplace, its black bricks dancing gently in the light of the fire.
And then, just like that, it was finished.
With a final click, the eyeholes were closed and sealed.
I was now blinded.
I stood there in the darkness, waiting for my masters to lead me where they would. I would not resist. For I was a good slave. I would obey what my masters told me to do. I was theirs. And I was loving it.
So when my lead was taken and gently pulled, I followed obediently. I shuffled, trying to adjust to the cuffs and chains at my ankles.
But I somehow managed.
"Better get used to it." I thought.
"You're going to be doing this for the rest of your life. Scared yet?"
Get this straight. I am not afraid of this. Now bugger off conscience."
I was slowly and gently led up the stairs, my chains clinking on the wood. At the top, I was lead left. "Ahh, they must be taking me to my room."
Indeed they were. For
I was lead over to an object. Then several hands gently helped me down onto something soft and firm.
I must have been lying on my new bed.
The hands released me, but one remained, holding my right hand.
I waited. "We'll let you rest for a while." I heard Mrs. Sven say. "Then it'll be time for dinner." And with that, there was silence.
So there I was. I was now committed to my new life. Here
I was, in a big house, cuffed, chained, gagged, collared and blinded.
And don't forget that I was naked.
In the darkness, I was alone in my own little world.
No light came in through my hood. My world was now one of night. Yet…I was not afraid. I knew that somebody was with me. Who?
I didn't know.
I suddenly began to shiver.
It was cold in the room, and I was cold.
"How am I going to ask for a blanket?" I thought. As if someone could read my thoughts, a thick and warm comforter went over me.
Someone gently tucked it around me, making sure I was nice and snug in my bed.
The hand that was holding mine squeezed gently, letting me know that I was not alone. That
I was not going to be alone any longer.
I squeezed back.
Someone got onto the bed with me.
They lay next to me, still holding my hand.
The other arm went around me and gently squeezed.
Someone held me close to them.
I was safe.
That evening I was lead downstairs for dinner.
Because I needed to adjust to wearing a gag and a hood, I was fed dinner intravenously. The Svens did a very good job of sticking the needle into me because I didn't feel it.
I did however, experience a pleasant feeling as my stomach was filled.
Even as I was being fed, the others kept talking, and kept including me in their conversation, often asking me simple yes or no questions. All I had to do was shake or nod my head for the answer.
This dinner was different from the last one.
I was now one of the restrained. I was now one of those who were cuffed, gagged, and collared.
And I loved it.
For this bondage felt so good, so right on me that I had fallen in love with it. I was not afraid of my dark world, for I had friends with me.
I was not alone, nor would I be alone again.
Something was happening.
That evening, in front of the fireplace, I became a member of the family.
For that was when Mr. and Mrs. Sven told me that I was now officially an adopted daughter. I was now a member of the family, one with a mother, a father, and with siblings. We were all a part of the same group.
And as I lay there, entwined in my adoptive mother and father, I felt my siblings coming and holding me.
I felt their touch as they stroked me and I felt their cheeks as they kissed me, making me feel welcome. We were all curled up into a mass of warm bodies.
We were all connected by love.
And then, as I lay in the arms of my new family, I finally realized what was going on. I had found what I had sought. After so many years, I finally had a family. A real, loving family to call my own.
The warmth of the fire was nothing compared to the warmth that I was feeling inside. For all fear, all uncertainty and all doubt was gone.
I accepted where I was, what I was, and who I had become.
Part of a family.
We all slept on the carpet that night, curled up in each other in front of the fire. As I melted into the most restful sleep I have ever experienced, surrounded by ones who loved me, I had the strength to mentally say one thing.
"Thank you
God…"
There you have it. That was my life up to the current day. What you read happened three years ago. Flash forward to today and you'll still find me here at the Sven's house.
So, what's it like living in bondage twenty four seven you ask? It is strange at first, but after a month you become completely used to it.
I spend all my time locked in cuffs and my collar, but I don't mind.
In fact, I've come to enjoy them and their lovely feel on me.
My hood is still on, occasionally taken off for cleaning along with my collar (in exchange though, my entire head is wrapped in soft bandages to keep me blind and helpless). I'm blind roughly half the time now. When we work with other people, I usually undo my blindfold and allow myself to see. But I enjoy being blinded and being in my own little world.
What's it like working with guests in this strange hostel of ours? It's great.
You wouldn't believe how smart and respectful almost all our guests are (only two have ever been kicked out). We all get lots of cuddles and huggies each and every day.
And the constant sex with guests? Well…let's just say that it's a great bonus of the job!
As I write this in my journal, I look out the window (my eye hole is open at the moment) and watch the snow falling.
Its Christmas time and we're quite busy.
Good cheer takes on a whole new meaning when complete strangers are politely asking for sex. And it's just as delightful to answer them.
Well journal, I've got to go.
I've got a lovely woman in room number five who's lonely and needs someone to hug!
As I leave, I write these last words:
Does God answer prayers?
I can safely say the answer to that question is yes.
But as I can say from experience, it might not be in the way you expect!
Jan Gellman
December 5th, 2005
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