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CHAPTER IV
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The  first rule was that I was not speak unless asked a  question
or  told to speak, and that I was not to ask him  anything  about
himself - his name, occupation, age, NOTHING.

The  second  rule  was that I had to know that for  the  next  48
hours,  everything  I said and did would be  recorded  and  video
taped.

I would have to be cooperative and eager to please in every  way.
I  would  be expected to answer any questions fully  and  without
hesitation,  and I would be required to actively  participate  in
the  activities  in which I would be involved for  the  next  two
days.
He  told me that now he was going to untie my hands, and I  would
be  given a chance to shower and make myself presentable.   After
he  freed my hands, I rubbed them and he walked over to a door  I
hadn't  previously  noticed, and opened it.  Inside  was  a  full
bathroom, with a shower and a sunken tub, a toilet, a  washbasin,
etc.  He pointed out a new toothbrush, still in its package,  and
toothpaste,   my  favorite  brand.   I  wondered  if  it  was   a
coincidence, or if he somehow knew what I liked.  On the dressing
table  was a hairbrush, cosmetics, even my favorite cologne.   By
now  I was beginning to suspect that this man knew more about  me
than  I  could  have imagined.  He told me  to  shower,  and  get
totally  cleaned  up for him, inside and out.  He pointed  out  a
razor and told me to shave completely for him - underarms,  legs,
and  pubic areas.  He told me he expected me to douche, as  well,
and I saw the disposable douch sitting by the tub.  I waited  for
him to leave the bathroom so that I could do these things, but he
told  me  to commence immediately - that he was going  to  watch.
Still, I stood there, hesitant.  He asked what I was waiting for.
I  asked him if he could leave for just a minute, so I could  use
the  toilet.   He reminded me that for the next 48 hours,  I  was
going  to be on display totally, and told me to use it  with  him
there.  I couldn't do that.  He told me to SIT!, so I sat on  the
toilet.   I just couldn't pee with him watching.  He told  me  to
either  do it or be aware that 48 hours could become  indefinite.
I sat there embarrassed and miserable, and finally, after a  long
time,  it  began to trickle out, then become a  deafening  steady
stream.  Finished, I wiped myself dry and stood up, flushing  the
toilet.


CHAPTER V
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Now I stepped into the shower and began to wash, first shampooing
my  hair, and then soaping my body.  I shaved carefully under  my
arms  and my legs, and then, feeling his eyes on me, I  began  to
cautiously  shave between my legs. Lathering,  shaving,  rinsing,
and  repeating this until the area between my legs was as  smooth
and bare as a baby's cheek.  Finally, reaching for the douche,  I
placed  the  nozzle  deep  inside me and  began  the  process  of
cleansing my body's inner secretions.  After that, while still in
the shower, I brushed my teeth and turned the shower off.  He was
standing  there,  leaning  against a wall,  watching  me.   As  I
wrapped  a  towel around my head and stepped out of  the  shower,
drying  my  body,  I began to feel almost relaxed.   I  began  to
realize  that  I had no life other than this, for  the  next  few
hours.   I had no responsibilities but to obey my captor.  I  had
no  decisions or worries except how to please this man who  owned
me  for  this period of time.  I knew I could hide  nothing  from
this  man, either physical or mental, and I knew I would have  no
privacy,  no  barriers,  no walls between  us.   What  a  strange
feeling it is to know that someone else has complete control over
you, and responsilbity for you.  Almost, I felt more free than at
any  other  time  in  my life.  I was  free  to  just  feel,  and
experience, without having to make decisions or observe rules  of
propriety and social behavior.

He  continued  to watch as I brushed my hair and briefly  used  a
blowdryer  and  curling iron (how thoughtfully  he  had  provided
these  items) on it.  Sparingly, I applied cosmetics, and at  his
instruction,  put  them on a bit more heavily than I  would  have
ordinarily.   I applied blusher and eye shadow and lipstick  more
vividly than usual, and I noticed in the mirror that I seemed  to
be sparkling.  How strange. I don't usually wear much make up  at
all,  and I never realized how attractive I could be with it  on.
Smiling, he handed me a large pair of silver hoop earrings and  I
placed them in my ears.  I sprayed a little cologne on my wrists,
and  dabbed it behind my ears and my knees.  Finished,  I  turned
from  the  mirror  and faced him, my eyes  lowered,  waiting  his
approval.   "You're beautiful" he whispered, and lifting my  chin
with  his hand, he kissed me and put his arms around me.  I  felt
drawn into him like a breath, and knew that whatever he wanted, I
would do, not because I was scared, but because I felt he knew me
inside and out, and that I belonged to him.

We went out into the larger room, and he led me over to the chair
by  the fireplace.  With his hands pressing my shoulders, I  sank
to the floor by the chair, sitting with my legs tucked under  me,
resting  on my hands, while he lit the fireplace.  He  came  over
and sat down on the chair, and took both my hands in his.  Gently
he  began to rub lotion into my tender, swollen wrists.  He  told
me  that I would not always like the things he did to me, or  the
things he required me to do.  He said that was not important.  He
told  me that I didn't have to like it - but I had to do it.   No
arguments,  no  hesitation, no resistance.   Just  obedience  and
service  was all that was expected of me.  He put a wide  leather
collar  around my throat, and placed similar leather cuffs on  my
wrists and ankles, and told me that wearing these was an  outward
show of my wish to obey and please him.

Warm, in front of the fire, my eyes grew heavy and I began to  be
afraid that I was going to fall asleep.  He noticed this and  led
me over to the cell in the corner.  Telling me to get down on  my
knees,  he  pointed into the cell and told me to  enter  and  lie
down.   I crawled into it on my hands and knees.  It  wasn't  big
enough  for  me  to fully lie down, so I had to sort  of  curl  a
little.   He tossed a soft blanket into the cell and told  me  to
sleep a while, and he closed the door with a clang and went  back
to  his  chair by the fireplace.  Sleepily I watched  him  for  a
moment, before I fell into a dreamless, exhausted sleep.



CHAPTER VI
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I was awakened some time later by the squeaking of the cell  door
as it opened.  He told me to get on my hands and knees and  crawl
out.   Once  out, he told me to crawl to the  bathroom  and  make
myself  presentable.   I crawled over to the bathroom,  but  this
time  he didn't follow me in.  I used the toilet and  washed  up,
cleaning  last night's slightly smeared make up from my face.   I
wondered why he hadn't made any sexual use of me at all,  perhaps
he  was homosexual, or maybe I didn't turn him on.   The  thought
that  I might not be attractive to him caused a strange  sort  of
pain to me.  I wanted him to want me.  I know it sounds  bizarre,
but I wanted him to find me attractive and sexually  stimulating.
I  wanted to feel his hands and his lips on me, and to  feel  him
inside  me.   Brushing my teeth and hair, I hurried back  out  to
join him in front of the fire place.  Now there was a small table
set  out,  with  a  coffee pot,  blueberry  muffins,  and  little
sausages on it.  Without him telling me to, I knelt by his  chair
and  placed my head against his knee.  I noticed a dish,  like  a
pet's  drinking bowl, in front of the fireplace, near  his  feet.
It seemed to be filled with coffee.  He noticed my look and  told
me  to have a drink.  Shy, embarrassed, but curious, I knelt  and
holding my hair, I cautiously sipped.  It was hot coffee,  creamy
and sweet, just the way I like it!  Astonished, I turned to  face
him  and  he was holding out a piece of blueberry muffin.   As  I
started to reach for it, he told me to open my mouth.  He fed  me
bit  by  bit,  blueberry muffins and little  pieces  of  sausage,
allowing  me to sip my coffee from the dish, until I had eaten  a
filling breakfast.  He was talking to me, telling me I was like a
pet, and that he was going to train me to be a good little pet.

He  told me to stand in front of him, with my legs apart, and  my
hands behind my head.  He leaned forward and taking my breast  in
his mouth, he sucked and licked until my nipple was standing  out
hard and throbbing.  Turning to the other breast, he repeated the
process,  until I felt I could not stand still  another  instant.
He placed of his hands behind me, in my lower back, and slid  the
other  between  my legs, as he was sucking on  my  breasts.   His
fingers,  first one, then two, then three, slid into me.  I  felt
my wetness and knew I was stretching open to meet his entire hand
as  it slipped inside me.  He stood up, keeping his  hand  inside
me,  and  as he looked down at me, quivering and  arching  toward
him,  he  asked me what I wanted.  "Please make love  to  me,"  I
begged, rubbing against his hand.  He told me that wasn't the way
to  ask.  He said "making love" was not what I wanted, and  asked
me again what I really wanted.  "I want to be fucked" I breathed.
"Please fuck me."  Chuckling, he withdrew his hand and smeared my
juices  across my breasts before holding his fingers in front  of
my mouth.  "Lick them clean" he commanded.

"So,  you want me to fuck you," he said.  "How much do  you  want
it?"  "Very much", I whispered;  "I'll do anything."  He reminded
me  that I had already promised to do anything for  him,  anyway,
and  that  he  would fuck me when he was in  the  mood.   In  the
meantime, he said, I should show him how much I wanted to  please
him.   Opening his robe, he pulled out his hard, thick cock,  and
told  me to kiss it.  I knelt and with my hands still  behind  my
head, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock.  There was
a little drop of fluid on it, and I licked it off with my tongue.
He asked me  if I wanted  to suck it and I nodded.  He told me  I
could use  my hands  to hold it, and that  if I really  wanted to
suck it, I should beg nicely.  I begged him to please let me suck
his beautiful cock.  He said  he would, but that when  he came, I
would have to drink every drop and swallow it.  Ifi even one drop
escaped  my mouth, he would  never touch me again.  I promised to
be very  careful and to catch all of his cum.  He leaned back and
told me I  could now suck and lick him.  I began by kissing it up
and down, running my tongue down the base of his cock, across his
balls, and  back up to  the tip  of his cock.  Licking it, I took
the tip into my mouth  and began to suck on it slowly and deeply,
caressing  his  balls  with  my  hands.  I was  concentrating  on
pleasing  him and making  him want me.  Gradually, I noticed  his
breathing was  getting a  bit more  rapid, and he  was moving his
hips to increase the depth and speed of his cock's penetration of
my  mouth.  I increased  my  own attention  to his  cock, and his
hands went  around  my head, pushing  my head up and down.  Now I
was  not  sucking his  cock - he  was fucking  my  mouth!  I  was
helpless to do anything but hope that I could handle  it all when
he climaxed.  With almost no warning, I suddenly felt him explode
in my mouth.  Swallowing rapidly, I tried not to  taste it, or to
think about what was going down my throat.  I just  tried to keep
up with  his thrusts and  the fluids bursting  into my  mouth and
throat.  Finally, he  was finished.  His  hands relaxed  from  my
head,  and his  cock began to  shrink and withdraw.  I  was still
licking, sucking, trying to be sure that not one drop escaped, as
he leaned back and said........

"You're a pretty good cocksucker."