Her head goes down as she looks at the ground.
“Can you tell us where you live?” I ask, prompting her.
“Sure, I live with my parents on Upper East Side, but I, erm… mostly live alone. They erm... travel a lot. The apartment's quite close to my… place of study, and, um, large enough that I actually live in my own separate apartment there. But, it's .. it's really small.” She adds quickly and apolegeticaly.
“What’s your place of study, Celeste?” I keep delving, hoping each word will get easier for her.
“I’m, erm, I attend Juilliard Performing Arts school. That’s on, erm… Upper West Side. I’m studying Ballet and I’m…erm…. an understudy for the role of Odette in Swan Lake”
“Wow,” another member of the group pipes up. “That’s amazing, Celeste. I’ve never met a ballerina before.”
Celeste gives a nervous smile and blushes. She’s doesn’t like to be noticed like this. Even, if it's a positive noticing.
“Thank you, Celeste,” I announce, moving the group on. “Have any of us done anything brave this week?’
That gives the others an opportunity to tell us about how they got out and about. Here we discuss new people they've met. The whole group is soon chattering away. Celeste remains quiet and nervous, glancing around the room, forcing a smile to her lips when it's called for. I can tell she’s listening, but it soon becomes clear that she’s not going to take part without encouragement. She’s going to be a tough one, that's for sure. That's when the idea of having her in front of “Audience” really hits home. My cock instantly gets hard thinking of it. Yes, Celeste is definitely worthy of some really focused treatment. Something she could never get from the confines of this group – as helpful as this group is.
It's soon 10pm, and the group disbands, and wanders out of the room hurriedly. I smile when I see a few of them are chatting while they make their way to the door. It's encouraging to see such interaction, and re-affirming that this group actually is helping them on their path to social wellness. I see Celeste, weave like a professional tai – chi master, through the cluster of departing bodies. “Run little lamb, run,” I mutter under my breath. Something about meeting Celeste feels so unbelievably delicious, I'm almost delirious with passion and wanting. I gather my coat and keys, and feel inwardly satisfied with the proceedings of this evening.
* * *
Nathan:Private Life
I can’t stop thinking about Celeste Montgomery. And, more specifically, getting her in front of “Audience”. It's a rather unorthodox, private club I run. Running this club for wealthy and learned gentlemen would most certainly get me struck of the professional register, should it ever become public knowledge. Yet, the “work” we do is truly advantageous; for both the organizers and the participants, and in more ways than one, I might add. We: that is, me and a number of other professional psychologists and mind experts, run a special club called “Audience” We seek to find introvert female members of society, and help to make them into confident people who can finally explore emotional interactions with other people. How we go about this is the controversial aspect. To achieve high success rates, we take people with chronic shyness and subject them to extreme emotional, mental, sexual and spiritual subjugation. Our experiments are rigidly controlled. If a subject is in danger of any kind of psychological repercussion, we stop treatment immediately, give a controlled substance for a complete “mind-wipe” and send the subject on their way. Though, that rarely happens. We have a good track record. Many of our subjects overcome their debilitating social illnesses. This is because we are selective in choosing our subjects. We look for those who, although are shy, have still managed some success in life, showing a level of determination to succeed. This is where Celeste is perfect for the special plan. Despite her chronic shyness, she is an accomplished ballet dancer, performing in front of an audience. She has just never interacted with her spectators, is my guess. This takes a special person with a strong sense of self and a sense of others, and how everyone, at the end of the day is just one big entity; all movements, thoughts and experiences affecting the whole. I love nothing more than watching our performers turn into whole people again. People who can now engage and entwine with others without falling to pieces. It's a truly expansive process, I kid you not.
Like I have already alluded to, our methods are unorthodox. I’m known as a Dom, or a Master, and our specialty is BDSM. We take tense, shy women, and put them through a course of strict discipline and punishment. You might think our methods are counter productive, but you would be wrong. To submit yourself to this type of treatment is to put yourself in the hands of someone else. To be completely degraded, both in a physical and sexual nature. Performed in front of others, this can be quite cathartic. The subject learns to trust their mentor completely, trust them with their lives. This type of trust is rarely seen. And it's really trust that is at the base of shyness. Shy people rarely trust others to accept them for what they are. The reason is is because they don't trust themselves in the first place, so it's hard to impart feelings of trust to someone outside of them. Those that do manage it find liberation, make no mistake about it. . Of course, it does not work for everyone. Some have an extreme reaction. They come out the program. Offered professional help from one of our eminent psychologist, which is free of charge, for as long as they need. This gives the club a good result, either way.
The problem is, how to approach Celeste Montgomery and get her to agree. I can’t just ask her if she would like to bound up and whipped in front of an audience. This is a secret society, and that sort of approach would not hold well. First, I need to work on her, and gain her trust. I’m good at that, it's why I am so well regarded in my profession. My clients trust me. They believe me when I say I can help. If I can win Celeste’s trust, then I can try and talk her into consenting. I believe Celeste, with a little pushing and strict discipline in her life, could go on to do great things.
A Board meeting of Audience this weekend is where I will propose that we consider Celeste as the next candidate for treatment. I’m pretty certain the members will agree. She's an attractive and sexy woman, and that's one of the criteria for acceptance. Dr Blane will want her psychological profile first, to ensure he is comfortable that she can withstand the treatment. We are not a club of perverts, although the sexual element is a strong one. Our main goal is to improve the life of a person who we feel needs our help. Hey, if we get our rocks off on the journey, then how could you say this isn't a great arrangement for all concerned, really?
I’ve looked into Celeste’s background and I think she is an ideal subject for the club. There are professionals who would charge a lot of money to give the help she’s about to get. We don't need to charge our clients. We are monied enough to keep this club going. There’s something about her though. I just know that she will benefit from our intervention. Did I mention I'm rarely wrong?
* * *
Nathan: Bold Moves
I'm quite excited about the next session of Bold Moves. If all goes well, I should have a good result by the end of it. The board members agreed that Celeste was the ideal candidate for Audience, and that we should waste no time in enrolling her in the program. The idea of a new challenge excites me, both on an intellectual and sexual level. I'll take great pleasure in breaking Celeste in.
I casually mingle with the members before the session begins. Hot mug of coffee in hand, and I listen to their banal chatter, pretending I’m interested. All that's on my mind is Celeste. She’s not arrived yet, and I find myself watching the door. It could be that she may not come ever again, which will be a real shame. Even if she doesn't come this evening, we could still go through with our plan. Though the longer we leave it, the more complicated and risky it becomes. A quick glance at my watch tells me we're five minutes past the start time. Clapping my hands to get everyone's attention, I ask them to sit down. Each group member grabs a chair and places it wherever they feel comfortable. I take a seat at th
e head of the group. They usually sit in a semi circle around me, with some preferring to seat themselves on the outer edge. It’s only a small group, so they soon get to know each other and start chatting with confidence.
Just as I’m about to start, the door squeaks open and in walks Celeste, looking embarrassed.
“Come on in, Celeste,” I shout over to her, cutting off her apology for being late. “Grab a chair, we’ve only just started.” I feel the electric energy surge within my body. I take a breath and remain outwardly neutral. Balanced, calm.
She seats herself at the back, which comes as no surprise.
It’s a good turn out this week. Some talk about their personal progress during the week. Telling us about the challenges they've faced and overcome. Celeste sits quiet at the back, and says nothing. She doesn’t know it, but I’m watching her. She is shy to the extreme, and I feel confident I can help her. I’ve made the right decision. The session comes to a close and the members disperse. My secretary always attends these sessions, and I leave her to say farewell to the members. I have other matters to attend to and catch up with Celeste, who's heading for the door already.
“Hey, Celeste,” I say, as I hold open the hall door for her. “Let me walk you to your car?”
“Oh, okay, sure, sure,” she stutters out, looking surprised at me.
“How’s the dance rehearsals going?” I keep the subject light and familiar to what she knows.
“Oh, gggood,” she’s trembling as she speaks to me. She has one of the worse cases of shyness I've seen in a while.
I know her answers will be a struggle, so I encourage her some more.
“I’m glad you came back tonight, because I have a program that will help you,” I announce, awaiting her reaction as we reach her vehicle.
“Oh, that’s g-g-good. I w-w-wasn’t sure this was for me,” she swallows hard at the last word, as if saying “Me” was an outrageous statement of self promotion. This is difficult for her, talking with a stranger, or maybe it's because I’m a man, I’m not sure yet which is the strongest challenge for her. But I soon will.
She fumbles in her bag, looking for the key fob. I’m not sure if that's a sign of a disorganized personality, or if my proximity is making her nervous. Finally, she finds it. Even when she's attempting to open the doors, she’s still fumbling, as if she doesn’t know which button to press.
“I…I think my fob’s broken,” she says, looking a little distressed. I think she saw the car as her escape route, but it refuses to let her in.
“Here, let me help,” I say, taking the fob from her shaking hand.
I double push the button as the doors weren’t locked, but I don’t tell her that. The car clicks and the lights flash, and she looks relieved. I open up the driver’s door so she can climb inside. I’m trying to put her at ease, but I doubt that’s possible at the moment. This girl needs some serious help. You know what - I’m the man to give it to her. I shut the driver’s door and indicate for her to wind the window down.
“This is a good group of people, but I’m not sure it’s the right group for you,” I say, and lean towards the open window. “I’ll speak to you later about another group I have. One that I think can help you more. For now though I’ll say goodbye and see you soon.”
“Oh, I see, erm,” she fumbles around with the steering wheel. Just as she’s about to turn over the ignition, my plan kicks into action.
A hand reaches out from the back of the car, holding a cloth. I can smell the chloroform. I hope she doesn’t smell it too soon and panic. My guy is good though. He should be; he's done this many times. Within seconds he has the cloth over her nose and mouth. She struggles momentarily before the drug can act. I see panic in her eyes, but the chloroform takes effect straight away, and she soon slips into unconsciousness.
The rear door of the car opens. My collaborator steps out and smiles at me. Glancing around the parking lot, I see it’s all clear and he opens the driver's door to lift her out. Gently he places her in the back seat of her car.
“Good work, Carl,” I say to him. “Take her to the club, and make sure her car is put under the car port out back,” I instruct further.
He nods his bald head at me, and climbs into the driver’s seat. As he winds up the window, he gives me a final wave to let me know that things are under control, and drives out of the parking lot. I stick my hand up in acknowledgement that he’s done his job well, and he drives away, taking Celeste with him. Putting my hands in my pockets, I walk back to the hall, whistling an upbeat tune. All went well, and I’m feeling pleased with myself.
* * *
Celeste: Horror and Confusion
My head's spinning so much, I think I'm going to throw up. I have a throbbing right in the center of my brain, and it feels as if it will explode. Slow movements to open my eyes is best, because my eyelids feel glued together. I feel disoriented, and completely unsure of where I am. I’m beginning to think that I might still be asleep and in the middle of a nightmare. Finally, I manage to pry my eyes open, and with blurry vision I take in my surroundings. A shake to the head clears my vision, but I must be hallucinating, I can see vertical lines like….prison bars?. Oh shit, I wake up with a sudden jerk. I’m not in the middle of a nightmare, but I wish I was, because it turns out that I am in a cage!
As I try to move, I realize that I can’t. My tied arms are behind my back, and not just my arms, but my legs have been bound too. Panic spreads through me like wildfire, and I want to scream out for help but I can’t. Something's lodged in my mouth. Something so big that it's stretching my jaw and making it ache. I probe it with my tongue and realize it's some kind of ball. Because my mouth's kept agape like this, it's causing me to drool. Saliva drips down my chin.
Oh, shit! Where am I? What's happening to me? Questions fly through my head. Anxiety levels rise and panic takes my breath away. The gag in my mouth is making it difficult for me to inhale, and I can feel my chest constrict. I’m going to die, suffocate to death trussed up like this, with a ball lodged in my mouth. That's when I start to hyperventilate, because I can hear my gasping breath as I try to suck in the precious air.
“Relax, Celeste,” a voice croons from the shadows of the darkened room. “Breathe slower. There's no need to panic.” The male voice is calm and soothing. I look out into the shadows, to try and see who it is. The timbre seems familiar.
I hear a chair scrape across the floor, followed by light footsteps coming toward me. A figure emerges from the dark. It takes a second or two to register who it is, but then I recognize it as Nathan Gunn; the Bold Moves group counsellor. I feel relief flood over me. He'll help me out of this, he’s a doctor, a trusted professional. Then I remember something about the parking lot. Someone putting something over my mouth, and Nathan was there. Another tremor of fear clogs my throat. Is he going to kill me? Rape me, or both?
“Take a deep breath, through your nose,” he instructs me. “In and out nice and slow. In and out, long deep breaths.” His voice is almost hypnotic and I find myself doing as he says. Soon my breathing returns to something approaching normal.
“There you are," his voice is reassuring and easy. "Well done, Celeste. There is no need for you to panic. You are not in any danger, I promise you.”
Well, I think to myself, that's easy for you to say. You're not the one utterly naked, trussed up like a turkey, with a huge ball stuffed in your mouth. I would like to say that to him, but all I can do is grunt.
“Celeste, listen to me,” I hear his level, deep voice come to me across the dim room. My head is still banging, and I still feel really sick, but the enhanced terror seems to be subsiding somewhat. Something can be worked out here, I'm sure. Surely he can't keep me here against my will, right? “Once you calm down, I’m going to free you and explain what’s happening. I won’t do that until you're calm, however. I promised you that I’d help you, and this is how I’m going to do just that. You are in the best of hands. The treatment you are going to get from
this place, is second to none. You will leave here a confident young lady, and a much happier person, I promise you.”
The words he says don’t make any sense, but I cling on to them to give me hope. The alternative doesn't bare thinking about, but I do anyway. Is he a perverted murderer? Is he going to torture and kill me? I don’t want to think these thoughts, and I can feel my breathing become more labored again. My whole body trembles, and I'm desperate to puke. Then, without warning, I pee myself. I can’t even feel my body, let alone control it. I look down at the growing damp patch on the faux tiger skin rug that I’m sat on. How bizarre that I'm thinking: thank goodness it’s fake or I’d have ruined it.
“That’s a normal reaction for the fear you're feeling,” the bastard says to me. “You are not in danger, Celeste. You are going to go back home, when you’re cured. Stop thinking you’re going to die, because you are not.”
I don’t know whether to believe him or not. His soothing words do take the edge off of my terror, and I'm grabbing for any reassurance I can find.
“First, I’m going to take that thing from your mouth, so you can sip some water. If you start screaming, I’ll put it back. No one can hear down here, and those who can, will ignore you anyway. Do you understand?”
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