Your Master Requires Your Presence · Part 1 (1/6)
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Hindsight Cathy leaned back in her seat, resigned to her fate. In hindsight it had been childish and stupid; she should know better. But she’d done it anyway, and now she must suffer the consequences. If she had only stopped to think, listened, made the effort to understand, none of this would have been necessary. As she sat there, under the guard's watchful eye, she thought back to how it began. Was it really only a day ago?
It started on a Friday afternoon. Cecilia had called about the party, all their friends would be there, and Cathy looked forward to it. She had gone to her Master, told him about the party, how excited she was about it, and then waited expectantly. When he had replied with a simple, "No, your Master requires your presence elsewhere" with no other explanation, she was in shock. She had gone back to the living room to sit and think, growing angrier and angrier by the minute. If Master thinks so little of me, she thought, perhaps a weekend without me is what he needs.
That was the fateful decision. She rushed into the bedroom, threw some clothes in a bag, and headed for her car. A quickly scrawled note, "Gone for the weekend," was the only indication of her plans. She headed for the freeway, determined to go somewhere, anywhere, but far from her Master.
While driving aimlessly on the freeway she saw the sign, "Los Angeles 264 Miles.” Perfect, a weekend on the beach, and her Master would never find her. Her destination set, and her fate sealed, Cathy headed for the City of the Angels. Six hours later she was in Newport, deciding where to stay. A familiar hotel, a chance cancellation, her trusty credit card, and she had a place for the weekend. She went up to her room, unpacked her bag, laid back on the bed to rest after the long drive, and promptly fell asleep.
Waking at 2 a.m., she felt restless, too awake to go back to sleep, and besides, she had the entire weekend to herself. She did feel a bit apprehensive, worried about how her Master would react. He would have long since found her note. She shrugged, smiled, and decided to take a moonlight drive through the Beach Cities.
Cathy showered and put on a casual dress. She grabbed her purse and headed for the underground garage. Although the hour was late, she remembered the attendant at the entrance and thought it would be safe. Going down the elevator, she again thought about her Master, and the confrontation sure to happen when she got back. She knew he was a powerful, influential man with ties to many organizations; in fact it was part of his attraction. She wasn't too sure just how he would react to her unplanned excursion. After all, she had pledged herself to him, his obedient and unquestioning submissive woman, with no limits on what he might demand from her. When she got back he would be more appreciative of her wishes, rather than dismissing them out of hand. Cathy smiled, thinking of all the clichés about absence makes the heart grow fonder and you never miss it till you no longer have it.
Exiting the elevator, she entered the garage and headed for her car. Always careful, she checked for strangers loitering nearby or suspicious cars. The garage was nearly full since it was a weekend, but no one was there at the moment. She could see the outline of the attendant at the entrance. Satisfied, she headed for her car.
At the car door, she started to open her purse to get the keys when a large, strong arm circled around her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. She started to scream, to yell for help, but the other arm came up, forcing a gag into her mouth. She started to struggle, readying a kick, when the man pulled her back, off balance. Just then a van pulled up, the door opened, and a second large, heavyset man jumped out, grabbing her legs. They quickly bundled her into the van, slammed the door shut, and began driving away. She struggled, trying to twist out of their grip, but they were too strong. It had been so fast she had no time to react or call out to the attendant, and the side of the van blocked his view of what had happened. She felt the van go up the garage ramp and out into the street.
Inside the two men held her face down on the carpeted floor of the van. Quickly her arms were pulled behind her back, and she both heard and felt the familiar click of handcuffs on her wrists, followed by a larger version of the same on her ankles. One man bent over her to whisper in her ear, "your Master requires your presence."
A cold chill ran through Cathy on hearing those words. Instinctively she stopped struggling, allowing the men to continue without any resistance on her part. She now knew what was happening. The hushed rumors when she had visited with the other women at special parties came back to her. Bounty hunters…slave catchers. Her Master had reacted swiftly indeed.
How had they found her so quickly? Then she realized her mistake. The credit card pointed right to her hotel. Her Master had the means to find her, to have her brought back to him, and he had used them. She had underestimated his reaction to her disobedience. The men who had kidnapped her must have been waiting nearby for hours, on the off chance she would come out alone.
While one man held her down, the other quickly and efficiently searched her, even removing her shoes and jewelry. She pulled slightly on the handcuffs, testing them. From prior experience she knew she would not be slipping out of them. They were on her wrists snugly but not too tight, with just enough space to allow for circulation. She was not going to be able to escape their hold. Cathy and her Master had played with handcuffs many times. She had never been able to free herself.
After the search was finished, the men pulled a waist chain attached to the handcuffs around her body, locking the ends together in front of her. Her wrists were now held close against the small of her back. With the leg chains, really nothing more than oversize handcuffs, fastened securely on her ankles she could barely move. Bound hand and foot she was easily controlled by her captors. Satisfied she could offer no resistance, one of the kidnappers helped her to a kneeling position.
One of the guards removed the gag. “Keep quiet and we’ll leave it off. Start making noise and we shut you up.” She got the message.
Forced to turn to the back of the van, she saw a seat facing the rear door. One of the men picked her up and placed her in it. Quickly he fastened the seat belt and shoulder straps, immobilizing her, and finishing by attaching the linking chain of her leg irons to a ring on the van floor. Cathy pulled against her restraints but in a few seconds it was obvious her abductors had come well prepared. There was no hope that she could reach the buckles of the straps to free herself. These men were professionals; they wouldn’t make mistakes like allowing her to escape so easily.
While she sat in the back facing the rear of the van both of the men watched her every move. Cathy began to realize just how serious a mistake she had made. She had disobeyed, even run away. Now she had learned her Master would not tolerate such behavior. Sitting there, bound and helpless, heading to an unknown destination, to face certain punishment from the man who owned her, she felt panic slowly rising within her.
Could she bribe the guards? She turned to the one beside her, began explaining how it wasn't her fault, a misunderstanding, couldn't they free her and let her return to her Master? "Quiet, or you get a gag for the rest of the trip," was all the closer man said. The other man, behind her, never said a word.
At that point she came to accept that matters were now beyond her control. She settled back in the seat, made herself as comfortable as possible within the restraints, and awaited her fate. Wherever they were taking her, it was outside the city. Already she could hear the traffic noise drop off. The back of the van had no windows, so she had no idea where they were going. She had lost track of direction while they drove through the city streets. She was sure they were now on a freeway since the van was at speed and not stopping for lights, but she had no idea which road or in what direction. The front driver’s section was partitioned off so she couldn’t see out the windshield, and there were no windows in the back. Very thorough on their part; no one could see her and no one would hear her over the traffic noise if she tried to scream for help.
Arrival They drove for hours with not a word spoken by anyone. She was sure there were at least three men in the van, the driver plus the two watching her. None of them said a word to each other; communications were solely by looks and gestures. By all appearances they were a well-practiced team. They had certainly done everything right when they abducted her. After what seemed to be several hours the van slowed before pulling off the freeway up an off ramp. She heard the man sitting directly behind her get out. She started to look over her shoulder, but the man to her side told her to keep facing toward the rear door.
There were faint sounds, as if a gate were being opened, then the van pulled forward a short distance. Again there was the sound of a gate closing, followed by the slam of the van door when the second man returned. The van began moving again, still on a paved road but slower now.
Cathy had thought the trip was nearly over, but they kept going, perhaps another hour or more. All this time she had not heard any passing traffic. Wherever they were heading it was isolated. She was sure the stop had been to pass through a gate, making it a safe assumption they were on some kind of private road. While the van door was open the outside air felt warm, so they were probably not in the mountains. She wasn’t sure of the time but it was possible they had driven all the way to the desert. That would explain the temperature, the straight roads, and the lack of traffic.
Again they came to a stop. The man behind her got out and closed the door. Cathy tried once more to turn and see where she was, but the darkness hid everything. The guard next to her said nothing this time as she tried to look. She could hear voices talking outside the van, even heard her name once, but could not understand what was said. All this time she had been trying to move around but the restraints held her close, so the remaining guard did nothing although his eyes never left her. She had thought about shouting for help, but since her guard seemed unconcerned she would cry out she concluded it would be pointless.
The conversation outside stopped just as she heard the latch on the rear door of the van. It opened, and standing there in the light from the back van door was her Master. She started to speak, but he cut her off with one sentence, "I require your presence, for an accounting.” The words struck Cathy like a blow. She had disobeyed her Master, run away, now she had been brought to him to explain her actions. In her heart she knew she belonged to him, and she must now answer to him for what she had done.
"Release her," came his short, clipped command. The guard next to her released the seat belt and shoulder straps holding her in the chair. The man stopped, looked over to her Master, waited for a nod, and only then took out a small key and unlocked the cuffs around her ankles. Leaning over her, he opened the lock holding the waist chains close to her body. Finally, the guard pushed her forward, then reached behind her and unlocked the steel handcuffs encircling her wrists.
She was free of her bonds, but as she gazed up to her Master, she saw the look in his eyes, felt his power over her. She sat very still, hands folded in her lap, head down, waiting for his command. "Out of the van, stand in front of me," he ordered, pointing to a spot near him. She immediately moved to obey, hoping she could somehow still please him, to placate his visible anger at her disobedience.
She climbed out of the van and stood up, stumbling a bit as her sore body protested at the sudden activity after being confined for the trip. Then she recovered her balance and stood at the spot where her Master had ordered her. She turned to face him, mindful of her posture, keeping her back straight, her hands at her side, legs slightly apart, and her head down. She dared not speak, for she had not been granted permission to do so. He had taught her to stand that way.
Her Master gestured to the guard who had sat beside her all during the trip to this lonely, isolated location. He handed an envelope to the bounty hunter. "Good work, fast and efficient. As always your organization provides exemplary service."
"Thank you sir, your generous retainer guarantees we are available to you at any time," and then the men got in the van and drove off. Cathy was surprised at the word retainer. It seemed her Master had anticipated her actions even before she had decided to run off. Somehow he had known there would come a time she would disobey and leave him without permission, and had planned for the moment.
When the van left she saw for the first time she was standing in the driveway in front of a small building, nestled against the side of a mountain, seemingly built right into the hillside. Other than the building and the road, all she could see was barren desert and a ring of high mountains. The predawn light revealed little of the building: a single door in the front, what appeared to be a garage door on one side, and nothing else, not even a window. Her Master turned back to her. Cathy looked at his eyes for a moment before quickly lowering her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.
"Remove your clothes, now!” As quickly as she could, off came her dress and underwear, in a neat pile beside her. Finished, she stood before him as before, arms at her side, legs slightly apart, and her head still down, open and vulnerable to her Master. She was grateful he had waited till the van left with the men inside. Still, she felt uncomfortable being outside in the nude.
She stood there several minutes, illuminated in the dawn, waiting to be told what would be required of her. Her Master made no move. He looked at her, saying nothing, slowly walking around her. She stood very straight, knowing she was being judged. He stopped, close in front of her, and then reached behind his back to produce a pair of plain handcuffs. He stood there, looking at her, cuffs in one hand, as if waiting for something.
At first she was confused. What did he want of her? Then she knew precisely what he was waiting for. She held out her hands, wrists slightly apart, waiting to be bound, submitting herself to her Master's authority. He paused a moment, looking closely at her, then locked her wrists together. He held the connecting chain in his hand, controlling her. He turned, and began leading her toward the building door.
She had no choice but to follow as he pulled her behind him. He stopped at the door, a buzzer sounded and then he pushed open the door before pulling her in behind him. Inside was a counter, with a uniformed man sitting behind it, and a heavy steel door set into the wall behind him. "Listen carefully, Cathy," her Master ordered.
"Your behavior has not been pleasing to your Master. Not only did you disobey, but also you left without permission; you ran away from me. There is no excuse for this. Perhaps I have been lax in my discipline, in overseeing your training. In the past I’ve been lenient, understanding of your needs, but no more. Now you will learn what your Master demands from you."
"This is a special training school, for those women who have not responded properly to an indulgent Master. Rules here are strict, no exceptions allowed, no excuses accepted. You will be told what to do, and you will stay here until you have learned how to behave in an acceptable manner. I’m not giving you a choice, so pay attention to what I’m telling you. As your Master I decide what is best for you. At this moment I believe the best place for you is this school, regardless of where you want to go or what you want to do. You may not like it; in fact I can guarantee you will not enjoy this experience. You will stay here anyway.
"And you will remain here for as long as necessary. This is a secure facility. It is built underground, and you are at its only entrance. It is over a hundred miles from the nearest highway, across empty desert. No one has ever left here until her Master has approved her release.”
A shiver ran through Cathy's body on hearing those words delivered in the harsh tones underlying her Master's irritation at what she had done. Not pleasing to your Master, words she had hoped never to hear. She had failed in what she most desired to give to him. Remain here was an ominous phrase too. The full impact of what she had done suddenly hit her. She had broken her pledge of submission, to her one true Master, without asking for her release. She had asked for no limits, given herself freely and totally to him, and now she knew she must face any punishment he chose for her, for she could not live without him.
"Turn and face the wall. Hands behind your head, arms wide. Spread your legs," he ordered, pushing her ankles apart with his foot. Awkwardly she lifted her hands, still bound by the handcuffs, over her head. "Good, remain in that position, do not move," he commanded as he went to the counter where the attendant handed him a heavy box.
Her Master reached in and took out an oval metal ring, slightly larger than her neck, about an inch wide, hinged on one side, a lock on the other. She recognized it immediately. It was her collar, the one she wore for special occasions, as a token of her Master's ownership. He opened it, slid it around her neck and closed it, the "click" of the lock loud in the small anteroom. "This time, it doesn't come off at the end of the day. This time, it doesn't come off, period.” She felt the weight of the steel press against her throat. She had worn it many times before, but only for short periods of a few hours, once overnight, but never more than a day. It wasn’t uncomfortable but she wasn’t used to the weight and the closeness against her throat.
Then he turned back to the box and pulled out a larger object. At first she wasn't able to see it, but as he turned, she saw it from the corner of her eye, and a sense of dread went through her. Too well she knew the grip of the wide steel band around her waist, the heavy, close-fitting metal shield between her legs, the bar up to the waistband in the back. It was a chastity belt, her custom-fitted chastity belt. How well she remembered the weekend he had left it on her, her frustration as he had teased and excited her, with her pulling at it, trying to slip it off, to somehow get a finger under the shield. And she remembered her failure, her inability to touch herself, the belt blocking her every attempt. Like the collar she had not worn the belt very often or for very long at a time, only when her Master wanted to tease and play with her.
"Do not move," he ordered once again, and she was held motionless by his words. Standing behind her he unlocked and pulled open the waistband, placing it around her waist, above her hips. Stepping to her side he reached down between her legs and pulled up the shield, locking it in front to the waistband. Her Master stepped back, standing still with a slight smile parting his lips. "This time, it will not come off so quickly. Every minute of the day you will feel your Master's hold on you, in a most intimate way. Perhaps it will give you some incentive to learn.
"I will review your progress at certain intervals. If I am satisfied you are doing your best, meeting my expectations, perhaps I will open the front for brief periods. But if I find otherwise, then it stays on, and it stays locked shut. You will be required to wear the belt, and your collar, for as long as you stay here. It will be all you are allowed to wear. Now it’s time."
Taking her by one arm, her wrists still imprisoned by the handcuffs, he led her toward the rear door. The attendant stood and unlocked the door, pulling it open. Inside was an elevator with another guard waiting. Her Master handed Cathy to the waiting guard before stepping back. "Master?" she dared to ask, unsure of what was about to happen.
"No, I won't be with you. Learn, do your best, I will visit you as time permits and your progress warrants. Do as you are told, don’t cause trouble, and don’t bother asking to be released from here. Remember, the only way you will leave is if and when I allow it.” Those were her Master's parting words.
The guard took her arm, pulled her into the elevator and shut the door, cutting her off from the outside world. The elevator car began moving down, plunging her into a terrifying yet unknown fate. She did trust her Master, but she also knew he could be unpredictable when she defied him. She had never seen him so upset at her, but as always he was outwardly calm. He would not injure or maim her but she had little doubt whatever awaited her when the elevator stopped would not be pleasant.
A New Reality The elevator car continued its journey downward, taking her to a new and very different world. She stood quietly, looking down at her hands, the handcuffs around her wrists holding them close together. She felt the guard's strong grip on her upper arm. She was conscious of how exposed and helpless she was, her nude body covered only by the chastity belt between her legs. Her Master's collar circled her neck, proclaiming her nature to all. She had no secrets from these men. Knowing she was submissive, they would expect her obedience; even take it as a matter of fact. There was a clear hierarchy of authority here, and she was at the lowest level.
After what seemed an eternity, the elevator car came to a stop. The inner door opened, revealing a heavy barred gate. Her escort unlocked the gate with a key attached to his belt. He slid it open to the side. Pressure from the guard’s grip on her arm forced her out of the elevator into the corridor. He halted her with a jerk on her arm, just outside the gate. She stopped and looked up to him, waiting for instructions. He shut the gate to the elevator and made sure it was locked bef
Your Master Requires Your Presence · Part 1 (1/6)
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