The Ascendancy Chronicles - The Beginning (6 page)

The breakfast looked outstanding and I
wheeled it over to the desk. She was awake, laying still but trying
with every sense she had to assess what was coming next.

I wasted no time.

Loosening up the straps, I helped her up,
then led her to the bathroom. Unbuckling the strap, I removed the
dildo in her pussy, letting it slide out of her covered in my cum
as well as her sweat and pussy juices. Tossing it into the sink, I
positioned her so that she could sit on the toilet.

The humiliation of using the toilet to do
your morning piss, then having what you believe is a complete
stranger wipe your pussy first with a moist washcloth, then a dry
cloth was planned and intentional. I allowed my fingers to slide
into her moist sex, flicking her clit. She tried to close her legs
and I slapped her hard enough to move her face, even though she was
still bound in the neck corset. I pushed her knees apart, then
played with her tender bud. It was the first time since she had
entered the room that I paid any real attention to her clit and I
wanted to make sure she understood I would do it when and where I
wanted. She moaned softly into the gag.

Stopping my attentions yet knowing she was
now focused on her pleasure, I stood her off the toilet and spun
her around. It took just a bit to remove the neck corset, but in
short order she stood before me, blindfolded and still tightly
encased in the leather straightjacket. I led her out and sat her in
a room chair, then strapped her into it with two leather straps.
Taking a third, I strapped her ankles tightly together. She
remained quiet throughout the entire process.

I slipped on my suit, the hood and gloves,
then pulled the curtains to darken the room. I lit two candles
behind me and ensuring the leather pad was in place, pulled a chair
over and sat before her. Lifting the blindfold off, I removed the
earplugs then sat back as she blinked several times and adjusted
her eyes to the dim lighting.

Focusing on my outfit, she licked her lips,
“A bit melodramatic, aren’t we?”

I ignored her sarcasm. “Has the experience
met your expectations?”

“Yes. A bit intense. But yes, it was
everything I wanted.”

“So you wish to end it now?”

“No. As I understand our arrangement,” she
began, “If I leave with you today, I can continue to experience
this week by week but I’m allowed to leave at the end of the week
if I choose to.”

“That’s correct. In fact, you may leave
anytime you decide. However, while you are under my instruction and
stay willingly, you will abide by all I command and decide. No
restrictions. No considerations.”

She sat silently.

“Consider your options while you eat
breakfast.” I pulled the cart over and lifted the covers off the
plates. Scrambled eggs, hash browns and crisp bacon waited on each
plate, steam rising from the eggs. Off to the side sat two bowls of
fresh cut fruit while large glasses of orange juice and milk would
finish the meal.

She laughed. “And how am I supposed to
eat?”

I scooped up a spoonful of eggs and placed
the edge of the spoon against her lips. She pulled back slightly.
“You intend to feed me?”

“If you decide to leave, I will release you
and you may enjoy your breakfast. However, if you decide to stay,
then my rules.”

She stared at me. It was as if she was trying
to think of something. Had she figured out who I was?

She looked down at the straightjacket holding
her body in place. “I think I’ll try one week on one
condition.”

“I don’t believe I said there was any
negotiation.” I said without emotion. “if you believe…”

“Hear me out,” she interrupted, then caught
herself. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

I paused, liking the idea of her calling me
Sir. “Go ahead.”

“I’ll stay, but I want to experience absolute
submission,” Her voice was demanding. “I want everything you can
offer. This has been great, but I want no mercy. No pity. Nothing.
Either you do that or I leave now. I agreed to this because I
thought you could give me something I think I want. If you can’t
then I have no more business with you.”

I stood. “What is it you want?”

She looked at the floor, then up. I thought I
could see dampness in her eye in the candlelight. “It’s not what I
want. It’s what I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.” She
stopped and caught herself, then looked down and continued. “I want
absolute control. I want to be pushed through pain until it becomes
pleasure. I want to be kept in my place all the time. I wanted to
be a fuck toy – a personal fuck doll.” She stopped and caught her
breath. “I’m not sick. I’m just a woman who wants to be under total
control. I want a man to take me, make me his and show me nothing
but absolute dominance.”

“Your husband never did?”

“No.” She paused. “He’s the sweetest man and
the most hard working guy I know. He’s romantic. But he won’t slap
me, throw me down and fuck me when I needed it. And I needed it so
much. I even tried to provoke him.”

“So you come to me.” I interrupted.

“Yes,” She looked at me.

“I don’t need a slave right now. I thought I
made that clear.”

“And I don’t want to be your slave.” She
countered. “But I want to know what it would really be like. Can I
handle it? Can I love it as much as I think I will?” She stared at
me, her eyes never leaving mine. “And I hope you could show me. No
mercy. No pity. I want to be a used totally controlled fuck toy.
You get one week.”

“Fine.” I agreed. “I’m a busy man but I’ll
give you everything you think you can handle for one week. I’ll
prepare you for your journey. Hungry?”

She looked at the food. “No. We’re not
staying here?”

Circling her, I picked up a roll of black
duct tape. “No,” I replied. “This isn’t exactly set up for me to
offer you a complete experience. That’s what you want, isn’t
it?”

She bit her lower lip. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

I slowly clamped my gloved hand under her
chin, pulling her head back and clamping her chin and mouth firmly
together. Her eyes were locked on mine as I spoke, “You’ve made
your decision, then. You know the rules. Nothing more needs to be
said at this time.”

“Why tape?” She softly asked.

“Because I desire it.”

I cut off a strip of duct tape and applied it
over her mouth as she followed me with her eyes, then cut off
additional strips of tape. Once the second and third strips were in
place, it was just a matter of minutes before her entire lower face
was firmly sealed in the black shiny tape. I smoothed it out then
applied several strips neatly cut and matched perfectly to form a
nice square gag on her face.

I retrieving two more leather straps, bound
her legs together tightly below and above the knees. She accepted
the additional bindings without struggle, her eyes taking
everything in as I took my time preparing her. It was almost better
than I had planned. Yet something nagged at me. The way she watched
me with her eyes.

Challenging me.

I asked as I worked, “You think you can
handle all I can offer, don’t you?”

The challenge in her eyes was nothing short
of a bold arrogance.

I chuckled, pulling the strap a notch
tighter. “We’ll see.”

Refreshed and eager to get started, I moved
the cart, then prepared to transport my wife to her new “home”. I
started by unbuckling the two straps holding her in the chair and
re-buckling them around her body above and below her breasts. They
could not hold her any tighter than the straight jacket held her,
but they would provide me the leverage I would need.

I slowly eased her down and onto her belly,
then quickly lashed her ankles back against her thighs. Using a
final leather strap, I ran it from her ankles to the strap around
her upper chest, then slowly pulled it tighter and tighter, forcing
her body into a slightly bowed hog-tie. From there it was simply a
matter of lifting her and setting her body into the large modified
equipment locker I had positioned next to her.

She briefly struggled as I set her on the
pads in the locker. I’m sure the thought of how I intended to
transport her was probably a bit unnerving, but the decision was
already made. Any movement was quickly stilled by the straps added
into the interior which I now buckled around her body, holding it
in position on the thickly padded floor of the container. I
switched on the intake and exhaust fans to create airflow. In
reality, the fans were simply two large high-speed computer fans
powered by battery packs and attached on opposite ends. Each pulled
in or expelled air through a multitude of holes drilled into the
side of the footlocker. A cool breeze drifted over her body.

I gazed once more at my wife as she laid her
head down, breathed a deep breath and closed her eyes, the leather
whip of her hair lying softly on her shoulder. I shut the top, and
locked it down. The fans could not be heard and unless you looked
very carefully, the holes for the airflow were difficult to see. I
placed a second slightly smaller footlocker – the one containing
the remainder of the gear and my own clothes – on top. A third
locker holding the chair – now broken down for transport – was
stacked on top of this. I buckled a set of heavy cargo straps
around all three and put her suitcase on top of that, now re-tagged
as my own.

I sat down and enjoyed the breakfast,
considering a number of options for my new pet before calling for a
bellhop to assist me with my luggage.

The large wheels bolted to the carriage
attached to the bottom of my "pet carrier" rolled easily on the
thick pile as the bellhop pushed the strapped-together lockers down
the hall and to the front desk. I took my time settling my account,
then accompanied the bellhop with the luggage and lockers out to my
waiting SUV. I explained the lockers – nothing more than modified
footlockers like the ones used by traveling bands to hold concert
equipment - held electronic gear I used in my job as the bellhop
and I hefted each into the back of the SUV and I lashed them down.
Handing him a substantial tip, I breathed the crisp air deeply into
my lungs and shut the hatch. I had already driven her car back to
the house and taken a cab back to the hotel. Going through my mind,
I made sure all was as it should be.

In less than an hour, Drew would begin her
new life in earnest.

*****

To find out what happens to Drew when she arrives at
the house, check out

The Ascendancy Chronicles, Volume I