Your Master Requires Your Presence · Part 2

Your Master Requires Your Presence · Part 2 (2/6)
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ore he led her forward, walking down the hallway toward another door at the end. They stopped in front of a heavy, solid metal door. He opened it with a key from his belt before leading her into the room, never letting go of his iron grip on her arm.

In the room was a small table, a steel-barred door to another hallway, and a large sign next to it:

SECURED AREA

Beyond this point, females are required to:

1) OBEY ALL ORDERS FROM WARDENS

2) REMOVE ALL CLOTHING AND JEWELRY

3) WEAR IDENTIFYING COLLAR

4) BE ESCORTED BY A WARDEN OUTSIDE A ROOM

5) WEAR A CONTROL BELT

6) WEAR RESTRAINTS WHILE BEING ESCORTED BETWEEN ROOMS

No exceptions are allowed for any reason

Cathy looked at the sign, understanding those posted rules applied to her. Silent till now, her guard, a "Warden" they were called, spoke to her. "Read these rules. Never forget them. We will know about any infraction, no matter how minor."

"Yes, sir," she replied, instinctively knowing she must behave in a respectful manner to the Wardens, hoping it was the proper form of address. The Warden did not reply; instead he towed her along with him to the far door, stopping in front of the close-set steel bars. In a moment yet another Warden appeared, on the other side of the door. Her guard unlocked the gate before handing her through, transferring her to the new Warden while he stepped back and closed the door behind her.

To this point she had passed through multiple locked barriers. Now she understood all too well what her master had meant when he said it was a secure facility. Her new Warden took hold of her handcuffs. "Come with me," he commanded, and led her down yet another corridor, passing several empty cells, until they reached one with a single inhabitant.

Inside was another woman, collared and belted as Cathy was, kneeling in the rear of the small cell, back straight, legs apart, and eyes down, hands on her thighs. Cathy's Warden pushed her against the bars at the front of the cell, "Don’t move," he ordered. He unlocked the cell door using a large key on a ring connected to his belt, pulled open the heavy steel door, and then shoved her inside. Noticing the woman on the floor had not moved, Cathy stood very still, not sure what was expected of her next. The Warden closed the cell door. Cathy heard the sound of the lock as it latched shut.

"Turn around,” he ordered, and Cathy quickly turned to face him. “This woman will explain how you are to behave while a guest here. It is in your best interests to listen to her carefully.” He turned and walked off.

Cathy was left standing there, behind the bars of the small cell, still wearing the handcuffs. She looked around, at the bare prison conditions. She was starting to feel trapped, closed in, as she grabbed the cell door and tried to pull it open. The locked door felt as solid as the walls around her.

"I know just how you feel, I did the same thing.” The voice behind her suddenly reminded Cathy she was not alone in her captivity. "Hi, my name is Paula, I've been here a while, so I can tell you what's going to happen. You aren't going to like it much. My educated guess is that you did something to really piss off your Master?"

"Hi, I'm Cathy, and yes, I sure did, something really stupid. I ran away.” Paula's calm, friendly tone brought her back from the edge of panic. Turning, she saw a woman of about her age, and all too obviously in the same situation since Paula was dressed in nothing more than a collar and chastity belt, the same as Cathy. She watched as Paula unfolded from her kneeling position and settled into a more comfortable pose, leaning against the rear wall while sitting.

Paula patted a spot on the floor next to her. "Make yourself comfortable, we aren't going anywhere for a while", she said with a smile. Cathy turned away from the cell door and sat down beside Paula, moving around slightly to find the best way to sit with the belt around her. "I know just how it is; it took me weeks to be able to sit down normally with these steel panties on." Paula laughed, watching Cathy squirm as she tried to find a comfortable way to sit. “For what it’s worth, a while back I was in exactly the same position you are now, so I think I can anticipate most of your questions.”

Paula continued, "Let me fill you in on what you need to know first. Welcome to the Center, that’s the name used for this place. Your Master has sent you to a training school, a nice sounding name for a prison, so that you will be taught how to properly serve and obey him. I know, you didn't agree to it, but you gave yourself to him, no limits, and now he is holding you to your promise. It’s the same story for all of us. In any case, the only way you can get out of here is if your Master comes and takes you out. No one knows where you are, no one is going to rescue you, and I can assure you that you are not going to escape. Any requests on our part to be allowed to depart are ignored. I suppose it’s totally illegal: false imprisonment, kidnapping, all of that stuff, but no one here seems to worry about it.

"The guards here in the Center, the Wardens, are a humorless bunch. You won't be able to influence them. They decide when you eat, sleep, where you go, and worst of all they watch you all the time. Don't try to be friendly or make small talk, they won't respond. One crucial thing: when they tell you to do something, whatever it is, don't hesitate, don't stop to think or ask questions; do it as fast as you can."

"What happens if I don't?" Cathy asked carefully. This was not sounding too good. True, she had given herself without restrictions to her Master, but not to be locked away in a prison cell deep underground. And certainly not to be handed over to strangers. A fantasy game for a day or so might be fun, but to be here for weeks, even months?

"Improper behavior is discouraged," Paula answered, in a lowered voice. "We are not allowed to discuss how it is discouraged. It varies, but it is never pleasant. I have been subjected to it in the past. I won’t describe what happened, it isn't permitted, but I would do anything to avoid facing it again."

"Some basics now. You saw the sign at the entrance? About the secured area? Those rules apply to us. We don't get clothes, so the first rule is easy. As for the collar, if yours is like mine it's another easy one; Master neglected to leave a key so I could take it off. Same for the chastity belt, what the Wardens call a control belt, oh yes, it does indeed control. Not likely you will be taking that off on your own either. The other rules are for when you are moved from one place to another. Outside of a locked cell like this, you have to be escorted by a Warden at all times, and you have to be in restraints. Considering that a Warden won't even open the door unless he has the cuffs on you first, you won't have to worry about wandering around the corridors by yourself."

Cathy sat back, considering what Paula had told her. The Wardens would have total, unrestricted control over her; she would not be able to put up even a token resistance if they became aggressive. "Paula, the Wardens, they are so powerful, do they ever, um, touch you? As a Master would?"

Paula laughed, and then sighed. "No, you needn't worry about that. Only your Master can make use of you in that way. Besides, they don't have the key to this.” She tapped a finger against the metal shield held close against her body by the belt. "No access. Other that the morning shower routine it stays closed until your Master comes to visit. You are well protected.” Paula grimaced, "protected even against yourself."

Cathy relaxed, relieved that her Master had cared for her enough to protect her against the Wardens. But as she sat there, pausing for a moment to consider what Paula had just said, an uneasy feeling came over her. She had always enjoyed the attention of her Master, sharing their mutual sexual pleasure, virtually on a daily basis. That would not be happening now. She looked down at the belt around her own waist, felt the steel between her legs. She put a hand over the front, touching the cool hardness there. Unconsciously her fingers went to the side, trying to reach underneath, the tight fit stopping her. A cold sense of foreboding ran through Cathy's body as she turned to her companion, asking, "Paula, how long have you been here? How long since your Master last opened your belt?"

Paula turned to Cathy, hung her head, and in a low voice, barely audible, said, "I don't know precisely, we aren't permitted to know the date or time, but I think I have been here at least two years. My Master has not visited me for at least one year. My belt has remained on since his last visit. And if you know what’s good for you get your hand away from there!"

Cathy quickly jerked her hands back. She sat there in shock at Paula's words. Incarcerated here for two years, and more than a year without her Master, Cathy couldn’t imagine conditions like that. "How…why…what happened?" Cathy asked.

"I don't know why my Master has not come for me" Paula answered in a low voice. "The Wardens prepare reports on us and send them to our Masters. If the report is favorable, a Master will visit to encourage her. If the report is not favorable, well, your Master doesn't show up. If he doesn't come for you, then here you stay. You are not allowed any type of outside communication at all; you can’t even call or write to him. There’s no limit on how long anyone stays here."

Paula continued, "You need to know about the classes. We learn from the 'teachers.' Like us, they are submissive females, but they are here only to help train us. They must follow the same rules we do, but they have privileges we do not. We are required to follow their orders. They are not allowed to strike you, or punish you directly, but they can call a Warden and report you for bad behavior. You don't want that to happen. The Wardens of course have no restrictions on what they can do.

"The teachers have had firsthand experience here. They are recruited from former graduates of this very school. They were sent here by their Masters to learn to serve. Now their Masters have sent them back to teach, but not a one is happy to be back here again and they let us know it. Be careful around them, they can make life miserable for you, and even worse, they can influence the progress reports sent to your Master. Sometimes I think the reason I have been here so long is that some teacher keeps giving me poor reviews, but I really don't know, we are never allowed to see the reports."

Cathy covered her mouth, hiding a yawn. "I'm sorry, but I was up much of the night coming here. Will we be given some bedding to sleep on?"

"You just broke several rules," Paula admonished Cathy. "You are not permitted to discuss anything prior to coming here. Don't even tell anyone what today's date is, we are not allowed to keep track of time. As for sleeping, eating, any activity, you do it only when given permission. No matter how tired you are, don't fall asleep until you have approval. The Wardens will bring something for us to eat, and will take us to dormitories when it is time for us to sleep. Don't ever ask."

Cathy nodded, "Okay, I get it. But isn't there anything we can do?"

"You can wait, and obey," Paula shot back immediately. "That's what we are here for. Put anything else out of your head. You won't fool them for a minute. These people are experts. They watch us every minute of the day; listen to every word we say. You can't keep any secrets from them. If you don't change, learn what they are teaching you, work as hard as you can, then your future is staring at those bars.

"Now, a Warden will probably be coming soon, with some food. When you hear the hallway gate open, you must immediately come to a kneeling position, in the rear of the cell. Face the door in front, keep your back straight, legs apart, hands on thighs, head down, your eyes focused on a point just in front of your knees. Hmm, with handcuffs on just hold your hands in front of you, at your waist. Don't speak, and don't move, unless the Warden addresses you. Stay that way until he has walked past the front of the cell. You will learn when you can break position. For now, wait until I give you the all clear."

No sooner had Paula spoken than both the women heard the rattle of a key in the hallway gate. Quickly Cathy moved to kneel as Paula had told her, glancing over at the other woman to see if she had missed anything. Since her wrists were still bound together she had to hold them in front rather than on her thighs as Paula did. At the sound of the Warden's footsteps Cathy straightened her back before lowering her gaze.

The footsteps stopped. Cathy dared not look up, but she sensed the Warden at the cell door, standing there, inspecting them. A sudden fear stabbed at her, would her position be acceptable? Would the Warden take her away, to "discourage her improper behavior?" She concentrated on breathing, holding herself motionless, praying that she would be found pleasing.

The Warden motioned behind him to a nearby woman with a small cart. She came over to the cell door, the chains fastening her ankles together making a faint rattle. She pushed two paper boxes through the cell door bars, moving quickly back to her cart when she finished, after a nod from the Warden. He motioned with his hand for her to follow when he left.

Cathy and Paula still knelt in position, waiting. Finally they heard the sound of the hallway gate being shut, and Paula raised her head. "It's okay to move now, let's eat.” Paula stood and picked up the box lunches on the floor. Each contained a sandwich and a bottle of water. “Another rule, you have to eat the entire meal, no matter what it is, and you can’t share any of it with anyone else. You can’t save any of it for later either.”

Cathy relaxed, returning to her sitting position against the wall. When she reached out to take one of the meals from Paula she noticed her hand trembling. What had happened? She had been terrified to move, afraid she might displease the Warden, a complete stranger. She leaned back against the wall, too weak and shaken to move. "I know, take a deep breath, close your eyes for a moment, calm down," came Paula's comforting words. "Try to eat something. And no, I'm not surprised at your reaction, it happens to all of us. Just try to relax and let it be natural; it will come easier that way. The Wardens are large, powerful, commanding men, all true dominants; you can't help but respond to them. And in a very real sense, if you fail to please them, well…," Paula trailed off.

Cathy and Paula sat together, slowly eating, each lost in thought, Paula hoping for the day her Master would return, Cathy hoping she would be able to survive the days to come. "Is this breakfast, lunch, or dinner?" Cathy asked.

"No, don't ask a question like that. It means you are trying to keep track of the day. We have meals, we go to classes, we sleep, sometimes we have a bit of free time, and if we are very lucky a visit from our Masters. There is no fixed schedule; we simply do as we are told. I don't know what will happen next. We might be taken to a class, or we might be allowed to sleep. We wait; others will make the choice for us. That’s part of what you need to learn here."

Paula continued to tell Cathy about the rules, no fighting, don't raise your voice, be respectful and pay attention to Wardens and teachers at all times, the list went on and on. "Just remember," Paula summarized, "when in doubt, wait for someone to tell you what to do. And one other thing. Don't ever try to get around this belt," she emphasized by tapping a finger on the metal shield covering her. "It isn't easy, but you might be able to work a finger under it. Don't even think about it. No matter where you are, they will catch you. Trust me, the consequences are not something you ever want to go through."

Cathy jerked her hand away from the edge of the shield, next to her leg. She had been absent-mindedly rubbing it while thinking about her Master. Cathy looked up, all around the cell, searching for hidden cameras or microphones. Paula noticed her searching and shook her head.

"Don't bother looking. I don't know where they are, but they have to be here somewhere. These days cameras are no bigger than the size of a pin so there is no way you can find them. Same for microphones. I’m sure every room is fully wired and someone is watching. I do know they seem to see and hear everything. That’s why no one has ever been able to keep anything secret here.” Paula smiled ruefully, "I found out the hard way."

Again both of them heard the hallway gate, which meant a Warden was coming. Cathy and Paula quickly knelt. The Warden stopped at the cell door, then in clipped words he ordered, "Both of you, stand and approach the door.” Paula gracefully rose to her feet, swiftly moving to the door with short steps. Cathy stood behind her, trying to copy Paula's graceful movements as best she could but hampered by the handcuffs on her wrists. Both stopped at the door, facing the Warden. Neither one moved or spoke, waiting for the next order. “You,” he pointed to Paula, “turn around. Put your hands behind your back.”

The Warden took out a set of handcuffs from a pouch on his belt. He fastened Paula's hands behind her, reaching through the bars. Then he turned to Cathy. “Hold out your hands,” he ordered. He reached in and unlocked her left wrist. “Turn around, hands behind your back.” He locked her wrists together again, this time behind her back. Then he crouched down, reaching through the bars to lock leg irons around Cathy's ankles. He reached over and placed an identical set of leg chains on Paula. Finished with their restraints he stood again, unlocking their door. He took Paula out first, locking one end of a chain to Paula's handcuffs, and then motioned for Paula to come through the door. He fastened the other end of the chain to Cathy's handcuffs, linking the two of them together. Very practical, thought Cathy, we can’t dash off in opposite directions.

The Warden closed the cell door behind them before starting down the hallway, his hand on Paula’s upper arm. Chained together, Cathy had to follow. She watched Paula closely, trying to emulate her poise and walk as Paula took short quick steps, working within the limits of her leg chains to keep up with the Warden’s pace. Cathy struggled to keep up, her own chains sharply limiting her ability to walk.

As they walked down the corridor, Cathy was uncertain of what was to come. Was she being taken to a class, to face the dreaded teachers? Or worse, to be punished? She thought back to when the meal came, had she sensed some kind of disappointment in the guard? Or the way her hand had rubbed against the belt, was that not allowed? What would they do to her and would Paula be punished too, because Cathy had not learned quickly enough? Whatever was about to happen, she knew she could not prevent it.

The Warden led the two women through an empty corridor, destination unknown. From long practice Paula was able to match the pace, but Cathy could not keep up with the guard, stumbling several times as the chain linking her ankles pulled taut, threatening to make her trip and fall. The Warden caught her and kept her from falling, but a quick glance by Cathy revealed a frown on the Warden's face. He slowed down, but she could tell he was not pleased. Cathy again concentrated on the short, swift steps Paula was taking, trying to copy them. It seemed she would have to learn how to walk again.

Twice they stopped while the Warden unlocked a barred gate in the corridor. The point of all the security wasn’t lost on Cathy. Escaping from a cell would get her no farther than the next gate. As far as she could see every door required a key, and only the Wardens had the keys. Beyond that there were no signs or markers of any sort in the corridors or next to the gates. Cathy realized she couldn’t even retrace her steps back to the cell she and Paula had been in. Somehow the Wardens knew exactly where to go, but she couldn’t figure out how they did it.

The Warden finally stopped at a solid metal door off the corridor, opened it, led the two women through, and locked it behind them. They walked down yet another hallway, passing several cells with three or four women in each. Cathy saw that all were kneeling, dressed in nothing more than a collar and belt, the wide strip of metal prominent between their spread legs. The Warden stopped at a cell door, opened the door, pushed Cathy and Paula inside, then slammed shut the door. Both women stood just inside the door, not moving, waiting for the next command. The Warden reached through the bars, freed their ankles, and then removed their handcuffs. He turned and walked away.

"Okay, you can relax now," Paula told Cathy. "This is Beth," Paula pointed to the nearer woman, "and this is Twenty-Three. Her Master does not allow her to use a name, so the Wardens have assigned a number to her.” The other, younger nameless woman looked up, nodded to the newcomer. Cathy looked over to Paula. "This is a dormitory. The Wardens will bring us some cushions and bedding in a while, so we can sleep on the floor. The Wardens move us around, so no telling if we will be in the same cell next time. No one knows how many women are kept here. Because of the way we are separated, it can be weeks before you realize someone is gone. Even then you never know if it's because her Master came for her," Paula lowered her voice, "or if the Wardens have taken her away for another reason."

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