by Tom Speed
She frowns as he again paces the floor and then grabs her feet and drags her across it. He unties her ankles and picks her up, throwing Kelly onto the bed and flips her onto her back. He gets her right ankle, holding it tight as she yanks and pulls to get free. She feels a little hope when she kicks free, but it’s short lived as he slips a rope around her foot. When she pulls back, the rope tightens and actually ties herself to the post. The rope covers the leather cuff and isn’t biting into her delicate skin.
Kelly whimpers and begs, thrashing on the bed and tries to shake free of this man’s control. No matter what she does, he’s a step ahead and has her ankles bound wide in no time. She struggles hard against the ropes that tie her down but stops when he retrieves a knife and walks towards her. He plays with it, glaring at her as he stands at the foot of the bed. He traces the cold blade across her bare leg, causing her to shiver. She stares eyes wide as she remembers what he tried to do the last time she was in his presence. The blade runs up her abdomen and then stops as the knife end is jabbed into her skin. She starts to pant in short erratic breaths, lying in the bed while panic sets in. He then begins to cut away her shirt and bra, exposing her chest. The cold steel slides over her right breast, causing her to hold her breath. She looks him over, seeing the dark and lifeless eyes gazing back. She screams when he makes a small cut to her chest and leans into her. He uses his tongue to slide across her tender skin and licks the blood. He smiles and tosses the shirt onto the floor. He places the blade on her face and moves it slowly around her cheek.
“Do you want to continue fighting me, slave? Or will you be my good girl and allow me to tie you down without a struggle.”
Kelly stares with fear in her eyes, nodding her head slowly.
“Good!”
Devin moves to her legs and begins to cut away her shorts and panties. He swipes them off the bed and places the knife on her inner thigh before flipping the blade closed, putting it back into his pocket.
She stares as he climbs onto the bed, straddling her hips and places his hand on the middle of her chest. He slides up to ensure she is pinned down and reaches under to removes the knot. When her hands are free, he’s ready got her wrists and pins them to the bed. She struggles, but his weight is too much. Not to mention that her legs are spread wide and give him an advantage. She turns to look at her right wrist, following his eyes and sees his fingers getting ahold of the slip knot, pulling it towards her arm. She attempts to lift her hips and buck him off, distracting him enough to lose the rope. She then pulls her arm down and gets it free, striking him in the side with a balled-up fist. He grunts and falls on top of her.
Kelly squirms under him, needing to get him off her, so she can have a chance to untie her ankles, but with a hard pinch and twist to her breast, she loses her train of thought. She doesn’t realize until it’s too late; her wrist is wrapped in the slip knot. When she pulls to hit him again, it tightens and locks her wrist in place. She’s about to become completely helpless and there will be no way for her to escape. She refocuses on her left arm, pushing him with all she’s got, but he manhandles her and easily places the rope around it. She’s bound and gagged, helpless on his bed, having no chance to get free. There’s nothing she can do and will have to endure whatever he wants.
Kelly begins to sob as tears slip down her cheeks and get absorbed by the gag. She squirms and moans, babbling into the cloth that fills her mouth. She begins to have an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and cries harder.
“Stop crying! You love this, and you know it. I will train you to be my obedient slave. This is your new life so you better except it.”
She swallows hard and tries to follow him with her eyes as he picks up a few items from the bench. It seems like he’s drawing something into a syringe and taps the side. When he turns, she can see it clearly and knows that he’s going to drug her. She thrashes in the bondage, yelling in the gag and shakes her head side to side. Once she figures out it’s pointless, she stops and glares at him. He rubs her shoulder with some alcohol and then sticks the needles into her arm. He injects whatever’s in the syringe into her muscles and then pulls it out.
“You will have a great night of sleep, so you’ll be alert and attentive tomorrow. I will teach you how I want you to serve me. Sleep tight, lil’ one.”
Kelly fights her heavy eyelids until it’s too much work, opening her eyes to find out what he’s up to next. Within moments, sleepiness overtakes her, and she passes out.
Chapter 21
Bruce smiles at his daughter as she thanks him for the job. He hopes this will help her make some extra cash and will give her less time to fight with her mother. He holds his arms out and takes his daughter into a warm embrace, hugging her tight. He tells her to go have some fun tonight. She will start her new job next week and will continue to look for schools.
“Thanks, daddy. You’re the best.”
“I love you, Racheal!”
Joyce comes into the room, wearing a big smile on her face. “That was a wonderful thing you did for her. She’s struggled getting past the interview as she’s so shy.”
“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask around the station and see if the guys were looking for someone to help. It was perfect when one said they heard a kennel was hiring. They bring their dog to the kennel when on duty. Since she loves animals, I thought it would be a great job for her.”
“I haven’t seen her that excited for a while. You made her night.”
“Let’s hope she sticks to it and gives her the inspiration she needs to figure out what she will major in. She really needs to find out what she wants to do with her life. It’s her senior year.”
“Speaking of inspiration, what are you doing with that cabin?”
“I’m going to head up there and clean. I’ll decide what to do while I have a look around. Maybe I can do something else with it.”
Bruce gets into his truck and drives in the direction of the cabin. He thinks about the last time he heard from Kelly and decides to pull over and check his phone. He scrolls through the recent calls and doesn’t see any from Kelly the day before. He racks his brain, trying to remember what she had planned and if she might be a bit tied up. He places his phone back on the seat next to him; he’ll give her some time to check in.
He begins to drive up the long dirt road that leads to his old cabin, taking a left at the fork and parks his truck next to it. He gets his phone and walks around the outside, noticing a few fresh tire tracks. Who’s been up here? I didn’t give anyone permission to be here.
He bends down and runs his finger through the tracks, rubbing the dirt between his finger and thumb. It appears to be wet, so it must be within the past few days after the rain we had.
He dusts his hands off onto his thighs, cleaning them and goes towards the front door. He turns the key in the lock and pushes it open. He walks in, looking around and immediately notices that it’s been cleaned. Walking around, he checks the refrigerator to ensure that someone isn’t living here. It’s empty, which is a good sign and a relief. At least they aren’t moving into his cabin, but who would want to stay in this old thing. He had big plans to fix it up, but never got to it.
In fact, the roof was leaking over there. Bruce makes his way to the other room and looks up to see that the hole has been fixed.
“Well, at least they are fixing it up,” he states and laughs to himself.
He starts to walk out of the bedroom and stops when something catches his eye. He opens the closet and picks up some of the rope that is piled there. He then sees a few leather cuffs and a ball gag. With his hand under his chin and finger rubbing his lower lip, he tries to sort out his thoughts.
Should I pull the plug and take all this stuff out? Change the locks and make sure no one uses it again.
That’s when it hits him, he has the deer cameras in the woods that might have caught a glimpse of who’s using the cabin. He pushes the items back into the closet and closes the door. He has a look at the
bed and sees a pair of handcuffs on the headboard and another gag on the nightstand.
Once he goes outside, he finds the first camera that’s closest to the cabin and gets the chord to plug into the back of it. He uploads the photos to his phone and starts to go through them one at a time. At first there’s pictures of racoons and a fox. A few deer pics and then he sees what he’s been looking for, the pictures of the people who have been using his cabin. He’s shocked at first and a little pissed off. How dare he come up here without permission and who the hell is this other girl he’s with?
Bruce looks around to ensure that there’s no one watching and that another truck hasn’t pulled up. He isn’t sure what he’ll do yet, but he will need to talk to William about consent and ensure the boy understands the rules of the lifestyle. He needs to put those girl’s safety first. He needs to make sure they are consenting to everything. He stops to think about how it might embarrass him, but that’s better than the alternative, prison.
Bruce feels that people should be able to express their fantasies and desires. How can he tell his son what he can and can’t do, when he’s into the same kink? At least he has the sense to bring them here and not somewhere that will cause a scene with the locals.
He makes sure the door is relocked and the camera is back in position. “Well, I guess that settles it. I’ll be keeping the cabin, but I will have to mess with William and tell him that I’m considering selling it. I can only imagine the look on his face.”
Once everything is back to the way it was, he jumps in the truck and leaves. He needs to tell Joyce that he’s keeping the cabin and doesn’t want his son to swing by the house and ask his whereabouts. He really prefers that his son play there than a hotel where the sounds can travel and might cause someone to call 911. William should have the opportunity he didn’t get and explore his kinky side, while Bruce had to learn later in life. He drives out to the road and takes the highway to go home.
Bruce calls for his Wife, “Joyce?”
“I’m in the kitchen. How did the cleaning go? You weren’t there very long.”
“It went well, and I’m going to keep it for a while. With a little work, I think I’ll invite the guys up for a weekend getaway. No hunting, just relaxing and trail riding. Or something, you know?”
“Whatever you want. At least it gives you a hobby. Cleaning and fixing it up.”
“This is true. I guess you want me out of your hair?”
Joyce comes over to her husband and places her arms around him, “I’d rather have you doing naughty things to me, but we know that’s not going to happen all the time, so go be productive and get shit done. Then I hope you’ll want to ravage my body after.”
Bruce eyes up his submissive and says, “The kids are almost out of the house, so maybe we could buy that furniture we talked about. You know, the guy in Florida who makes the BDSM furniture? We’ll have an entire house to play in and I can finally have you collared and cuffed, 24/7.”
Joyce closes her eyes and imagines how lovely it would be to live the lifestyle more often, like they did a few years into their marriage. That’s until the kids came along, and they had to buy a house with a large room that could always be locked. She felt like her heart was locked away in that room. All her passion and desires placed into a room that they rarely used lately.
She paints a smile on her face, looking deep into his eyes and admires the look he gives her. “That would be wonderful.”
“Great, hold that thought,” Bruce says and walks away. She’s left standing and waiting to see what he is up to. Her mind drifts to thoughts of him bringing cuffs and toys out of the playroom. Closing her eyes, she imagines how it would be to wear the bondage that she desires. To have it on her, every moment that she’s in the house, unless they are expecting guests, or the kids come visit. She slowly opens her eyes when she feels Bruce’s arms wrap around her.
“Kneel for me, my beautiful submissive.”
“Yes, Sir,” Joyce replies and gets on her knees.
Joyce follows him with her eyes until he disappears behind her. She then feels him moving her hair, “Hold your hair up for me, love.”
Joyce lifts her hair and gets it off her shoulder when she notices the choker move into view.
“You will wear this all the time. You’ll only remove it with my permission and any emergency. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good girl! I have a lock, if I need to use it, but I am sure that you want to wear this as much as I want you to have it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Bruce helps her off the floor and receives a tight hug. She leans her head on his chest and closes her eyes. Reaches for her collar, she rubs it softly. It’s like he had breathed life back into her soul, feeling her heart racing under her breast. She pulls back and smiles at her husband and dominant.
“I love you Bruce. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. I’ve been wanting to collar you permanently for a long time.”
She gazes up with a grin that covers her face, and then reaches for a kiss. He places his hands on the sides of her face and begins to kiss her passionately. When they pull back, they both can feel it and start to walk towards the playroom.
Chapter 22
Kelly begins to wake up slowly, trying to move as she moans, feeling a pounding headache. She attempts to reach for her head when she remembers that she is bound to a bed and gagged. She struggles hard, hoping that something might have loosened up during the night and is disappointed to find that they seem tighter. She screams into the cloth which she realizes quickly is a mistake as her kidnapper comes down the steps and smiles, “Good morning lil’ one. I’m glad you’re awake so we can begin our day. You have lots to learn if you’re going to become my obedient slave.”
Kelly’s eyes get wide as she spots the knife in his hands and again the fear builds inside. She is afraid of what he’s going to do to her. He seems to be fascinated by knives and blood. She squirms and wiggles in the bonds, trying to move away from him, but can’t move at all.
“I’ll remove that gag if you remain quiet. Will you be a good girl, or do you need a reminder?”
Kelly shakes her head, eyeing the knife and figures he will cut her again if she doesn’t obey. She’s not going anywhere, so might as well follow along until she can get him to drop his guard and make a break for her freedom. She feels the tape being peeled off her lips with ease and then he plucks the cloth from her mouth. She’s relieved that she can move her jaw, though she feels the stiffness and moans slightly. She works her jaw, while keeping one eye on him. He’s cutting something up on the bench and then turns to walk towards her with a plate of sliced apples. He sits next to her, feeding the apple slices to her, one at a time. While Kelly remains reticent, staring at the knife that he holds with the other hand, she eats the proffered food.
Once she eats the last apple, Devin turns slightly and recovers the cloth and starts to place it into her mouth. Kelly closes her lips tightly and whimpers.
“You will need a gag, darlin’.”
She pleads, “Might I have a different type of gag? Please, sir.”
“Fine, but only because you’re being a good girl.” He stands and fetches a panel gag.
Kelly again shakes her head, but Devin places it near her mouth and demands her to open. She has a look at the knife and closes her eyes, obeying; she opens wide so she can accept her new gag. She feels him fiddling with each of the straps, buckling one at a time. He attaches the one that runs over the top of her headfirst and then the one that goes behind her head. He finishes with the chin strap, ensuring that each buckle is snug and then pinches her side to test it. He walks away and gets some type of collar, sitting beside her once again, he reaches over, brushing her breasts as he leans to place it around her neck.
He leans back and smiles at his prize. “This is your training collar, slave. You will need to earn your permanent collar, though I’ll admit, no one ever achieve that level of subm
ission,” he advises and lifts a remote control. With a push of a button, the collar zaps her and causes her body to stiffen like a ridged board.
“You see, little one, I’ll make sure you obey, or you’ll pay dearly. That’s just half the power and by the way, if you manage to get past my front door, that collar will turn on high and immobilize you! Understood?”
Kelly gasps at that bit of information, and a tear tracks down her cheek as she stares up at him. She comes to the realization that this man is beyond mad and there’s no way it’s going to end well for her. She begins to wonder how many girls have failed before her and what he’s done with them. She trembles with the thoughts and finally remembers he asked her a question when he starts to press the button. She nods affirmatively and begins to cry softly. Even if she doesn’t want to do something, the punishment would be worse than whatever he wants her to perform.
With the collar in place, Devin unties her limbs and has her sit on the edge of the bed. “Stay there. You may feel a little dizzy at first.”
Kelly nods and rubs her wrists. The leather cuffs are locked in place, so there’s no way for her to remove them. She looks around the room and still thinks about an escape route, but the thought of the collar zapping her on high makes her halt that line of thought. She’ll have to talk her way out of this, but that’ll only happen if he takes the gag off long enough. Her attention returns to Devin when he orders her onto the floor and has her crawl to him.