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He could feel his surroundings press in on him as the earpiece went silent. He struggled to move, but his efforts just seemed to make the material settle in around him, making it even more difficult to move. Meanwhile, outside she sits on the lid of the box and feels it settle beneath her with a smile. Securing the latches, she then pulls the length of breathing tube that remains outside the box. Patting the top of the box with a gloved hand she says aloud but to herself, "Boy, are you going to be a lot of fun." She then gets up and walks away. Inside the box he is suppressing the urge to panic. He can see nothing and can hear nothing but the sound of his breath. Again he tries to move and this time it seems as if he doesn't move at all, instead futilely pressing against the material that surrounds him. He tries to think but finds it difficult to focus on any single thought. "Did she really say that she would check in on me in a few days? She can't be serious!" Left alone with his thoughts he begins to think about and try to understand just how he got here. This was much more than he expected. But then what did he expect? He had agreed to serve and gave her free rein with few limits and she had taken it fair and square. But this was just way too much. Five years? Nine years? She has to be jerking my chain about that. He may have convinced himself temporarily that this was the case, but as time passed and his breath seemed to grow louder in his years, his conviction crumbled. He wanted out of there now, and he meant right now. He began to struggle with all his might but still couldn't move at all. Even though the mouth gagged pressed his tongue down and turned his words to gibberish, he began to yell into the breathing tube as loudly as he could. At first he started with "Mistress? Mistress please?" Then progressed to yelling, "Get me out of here, please somebody!" these then turned to "Please, I can't breathe." Or "I think I'm suffocating." She would stop by on a regular basis and listen to his protests, knowing that everything was okay but checking anyway. This continued on for hours until his voice grew hoarse at which point he rested. He seemed to drift in and out of sleep and consciousness as he tried to rest. Because of this he lost all perspective on time, and how long he'd been there She hadn't heard from him in about a half hour, so the next time she went to check on him she grabbed the breathing tube and shook it until she got a response. She then poured a splash of water into the tube. Feeling the tug on the tube then the water in his mouth startled him awake. Unsure where he was for a brief moment, he was quickly reminded by the darkness and the confinement. His feet ached from the shoes and his ribs from the corset even worse. His jaw was sore not only from the gag but from the posture collar biting beneath his chin. The water was a relief, and he realized that she must be right there. He struggled to speak as clear as he could through the gag. "Please... This is too much. Please..." He struggled to remember her name, then realized he didn't even know it. Every time they had talked he simply called her ma'am, as she had requested. "I can't do this; I mean it's just too much. Please..." He waited for a response but there was none. "Ma'am? Can you hear me?" And still no response. He tried and tried again but was met with only silence. He wasn't even sure if she could understand him through the gag, but she must be able to at least hear him. He became more and more concerned and struggled to suppress it. Time passed and again he felt the water splash into his mouth. He immediately called out, "Ma'am... Please ma'am, you must hear me. I don't want this anymore, I want out. Okay?" Again there is no response and it seemed as if the material around him was pressing in on him further, and his breath grew quicker and louder in his head. Panic gripped him and he started shouting to her again, regardless of whether or not she could hear or understand him. As she sat on top of the box she could hear his voice on the headset. Coming from the microphone against his throat inside the hood, she could make out what he was saying quite easily. She could hear the fear in his voice and as he continued to plead it slowly drifted towards anger. She continued to splash water into the tube each time he became silent and this went on for about nine hours. Near the end of this time he had actually began shouting obscenities and insults. During this time she had the headset set to record whenever there was an incoming sound. This recording she begins to play back to him. In the box he is at his wits end when he hears the speaker in his ear crackle to life. First there is silence, then he hears a voice muffled and distant. Slowly he realizes the voice is his. He can hear himself picking and pleading. Then asking and begging. Then he heard his voice turn angry and starts to think that he really shouldn't have said some of what he said. This is driven home by her voice chiming in noting that, "You're going to be very sorry for some of this, bitch." when he thought he was finally done listening to the recording it started back again from the beginning, and it did this again and again for what seemed like forever but was actually three hours. After twelve hours, he's scared and distraught and trying with little success to stay calm. Then he hears her voice chiming in again. "I'm about to get you out of there now, so you need to calm down. I must say I'm more than a bit disappointed in you. Such language and disrespect. So much so that I'm probably going to put off taking ownership of the club, or possibly find another candidate, I'm just not sure right now. That saves you from having to make a decision about your work and service commitment. Because if you're not working for me at the club, that means you're going to be my formal maidservant. I personally thought that working at the club would have been easier on you, but I also thought you had a bit more self control. I'm beginning to think that you may have misrepresented your abilities and self-discipline, but I'm starting to get a good idea of where you're at. I'm sure that once we get your formal training completed you won't have such problems. Although there is bound to be some rough spots along the way, I'm sure I can push you through them." He felt the material that had encased him give slightly, then felt her cutting whenever it was he had been wrapped up in. Then he felt her hand around his wrist as she helped him up. She continued to speak as she helped him step out of the box. He struggled to keep his balance once out of the box and was almost grateful when she guided him to his knees. Even though once there she had clipped his wrist cuffs together behind his back, he barely noticed. She continued. "I do believe I'm getting a much better picture of where you are and what you need. I have my doubts that you've ever actually served as a true maid, or been truly controlled for that matter. Based on that, I'm going to forgive these most recent transgressions. However, I also believe that you have had a fair amount of casual experience and have tried and know what's involved in the lifestyle. You also knew just exactly what our agreement might require, and what chances you would be taking. You emphasized being held captive/ a lack of control/ having no choice, and you also knew that the reality of the situation wouldn't match the fantasy. Make no mistake, this is happening to you, but you really need to be formally trained and taught to accept your position. Once that's accomplished I'm sure you will be less prone to outbursts like the ones I just taped." She undoes the lock on his collar, then unsnaps the hood from the inside of his collar. She peels it back and he is greeted with cool fresh air on his face. She pulls the gag and earplugs out along with the hood and sets them aside. "There now, doesn't that feel better?" She asks as she steps away from him. It's all he can do to nod yes. She settles back onto the couch as she grabs the recorder and presses play. Speaking over the tape she says, "You were told that you weren't allowed to even ask about being let out of our agreement, which is something I could ask of at least a partially trained submissive. And yet here on the tape is where you say that you don't want to do this anymore. You see, this tells me that you still think this is some kind of game or something that you can just walk away from." She leans back, crossing her arms. "Hell, if I wanted to I could extend your commitment even further just for asking that. Instead we'll take a different tack and just start you in your training first thing in the morning. I'll set the alarm for 5 AM. That will give you time to shower, remove any and all body hair except your eyebrows or what's covered by a wig, get dressed in what I'm going to layout for you, do your makeup, then make coffee. She steps around behind him and opens the remainder of the locks, then heads directly towards her bedroom and to bed. Before closing the door she wags a finger and says "Don't misbehave." leaving him in stunned silence. Stripping down, he then carries all of the equipment that was once on him to the guest bedroom and lays it on the dresser before flopping onto the bed in exhaustion and quickly falls asleep. He wakes to the sound of the alarm, having slept through the night. He takes a moment to get his bearings, then heads for the bathroom to empty his bladder. Stepping inside he can see the clothes she had picked out for him hanging on the backside of the door. There's a note along with them, it reads "do yourself a favor and try to do your absolute best in everything that you do, or we can always go back to this." Folded inside the note is a picture of him dressed in full latex as he was last night. The picture sends a shiver down his spine. He turns the shower on then planting his hands on the counter he stares at himself and asks, "How did I get into this?" Shaking his head side to side he decides that he better get started. Grabbing the depilatory he covers himself with a thick layer and gives it time to work before stepping into the shower. When finished he towels off and begins to work on his makeup. Half hour later he's finished. Slipping the blonde wig on he steps back from the mirror to inspect his work. Satisfied with the results he now turns to the clothes she had hung there. His full torso black satin corset, a full knee length white petticoat and both covered by a satin maids outfit with high neck and long sleeves. There was also a pair of sheer black stockings and his pair of 5 1/2 inch pumps with the padlocking ankle straps. He let out a sigh when he saw the height of the heels. Also on the counter where the padlocking wrist cuffs as well as the padlocking collar. He's almost finished dressing when he hears a sharp knock on the door. "You need to finish whatever you're doing right now so you can get out here and start the coffee! You should have been done by now." He quickly finishes snapping the locks on the heels cuffs and collar into place. Looking in the mirror it all seems a dream to him as he looks himself over. Drawing a heavy sigh and steeling himself, he steps out of the bathroom. In the kitchen he sees her sitting at the table with an empty mug in front of her. He considers apologizing but thinks better of it then heads directly to the coffee maker and starts a pot brewing. There's an awkward silence as he stands there waiting for the coffee to finish, unacknowledged by her. Once done he walks the pot over to her and fills her cup, then returns the pot to its place. Not quite sure what to do he folds his hands in front of him and stands there, waiting. She motions him over to her, then orders him to turn around facing away from her. He feels a belt slipped around his waist at its smallest point followed by the click of another padlock. Then he hears her say, "Hands behind you." She then connects a 3 ft length of chain from one cuff, then through a loop in the belt, ending at the other cuff. Sitting back in her chair she tells him to go and take care of anything that he might need to, then to return here. Blowing the steam off the top of the mug she watches him as he minces off. Smiling to herself she wonders how far she will be able to take him and how harsh she should be... He minces back to the guestroom with a million thoughts running through his head. He quickly makes the bed and straightens out anything that looks out of place. Before returning to the kitchen he checks his uniform and make-up, then lingers for a moment. Staring at himself in the mirror it's hard for him to believe it's him, and these past couple days seem surreal to say the least. He snaps out of it and heads back to the kitchen before he is missed, he knows he has to be here at least a few more days and doesn't want to make it any more difficult than it has to be. He tells himself that he can figure out what to do about this whole situation once he's released to go home. Especially this whole 9 year thing she is talking about. As he steps into the kitchen she motions for him to come to her. As he approaches her she points to a spot on the floor in front of her. She then tells him to turn facing away from her. Hooking a clip to the middle of the chain connecting his wrists she pulls it through a loop on the belt drawing his hands behind him, then attaches it to a d ring on his collar. She then proceeds to look him up and down, checking that he's properly uniformed. As she does this he can hear her making a tsk tsk sound as if she disapproves, and he begins to tremble. Stepping back with a sigh and a shake of her head, she speaks. "Before I get into what I see wrong already let's cover some basics. Unless it's very important not speaking until spoken to still applies. You will be on your best behavior at all times. You will move with grace and in a feminine manner at all times. You will keep your uniform, makeup and general appearance impeccable at all times and you will do your absolute best at your assigned tasks. Speaking of tasks, your basic daily chores will consist of dusting and vacuuming all carpeted rooms, sweeping and mopping those that are tile. Both bathrooms will be cleaned top to bottom. Beds will be made with clean sheets each day. Laundry will be done each day and you will be responsible for any hanging, ironing or mending required. I will provide you with the menu and you will prepare and serve all meals as well as clear the table, do the dishes and keep the kitchen clean. These are in addition to any other tasks assigned by me." She paces around in front of him and clips the end of a leash to his collar. "Now as far as your schedule goes, you will be reporting here Tuesday morning after your son heads off to school, and we'll figure out the rest of the week from there. We'll address the matter of your employment in the upcoming months, but there's no need to be concerned with that for some time." Walking him over to the large footstool, she has him stand close enough to it that his shins touch one side of it. "Now we're going to go over the areas that you've already fallen short or need to work on." She threads the end of the leash through the eyebolt in the center of the stool and pulls it enough to tip him forward slightly before securing it. "First of all there's the matter of your shoes being unpolished and having scuff marks." This she says to him as she steps into her bedroom. Seconds later she steps back out carrying a pencil thin neoprene cane. "That is unacceptable as your shoes are to be polished and scuff free at all times." Bunching his petticoat up behind him and pressing it into his hands she tells him. "Hold this up out of the way for me please, and I would advise against dropping it." Without hesitation she swings the cane hard against one exposed cheek, then the other as quickly as she can. He screams and tries to snap upright but the leash stops him. He almost falls forward but manages to keep standing. Stepping directly behind him and back a bit she says. "The seams on your stockings are not straight." She swings the cane so the tip lands on the inside of his thigh. He screams and shouts an expletive while falling forward to his knees on the footstool. She simply moves closer and strikes his other thigh in the same way, causing him to shout out again followed by, "Please, please." She grabs him by the arm and pulls him back up to his feet while he pleads "Can't we just discuss this?" to which she replies "This was all discussed weeks ago." holding onto the chain connecting his wrists and neck with her left hand, she lands the cane on the outside of his right thigh. "This is for speaking out of turn." and again "This is for your stockings being uneven heights." again "this is for the lint on your stockings." again... "And the wrinkles in your uniform." He pulls against her grip. He tries to suppress it but can't help shouting and asking her to stop. Switching hands she continues on the other thigh. "This is for your corset not being completely closed." "And this is for the corset laces being uneven." He squirms but can't escape the cane. "And this is for your apron strings being uneven." He jerks free of her grip and falls forward on the footstool, ass in the air. "Goddamit bitch!" she yells as she swings the cane hard to the outside of his thigh, splitting the skin. Now he is howling and she swings again... "This is for the lipstick on your teeth." He rolls off the side of the stool as she swings again. "And this is for the smudged eyeliner." "And these last ones are for moving around so much." At this point he is trying to get to his feet and get away when the cane lands again on his ass. He makes the mistake of trying to block the next one with his bound hands and receives a blow to the knuckles and screams in pain, falling back to the floor. She steps over him and straddling him, grabbing the wrist chain again. Standing over him and pulling his ass towards her by the chain with one hand she lands the cane on his ass as he shouts "My hand, my hand!" Through clenched teeth she retorts, "Serves you right for trying to block me." She continues for several more blows, then drops the chain, spent. She sits backwards onto the stool and wipes the sweat from her brow as he squirms and braces for a blow that doesn't land. They both pause to rest, then she reaches behind her and detaches the end of the leash and threads it through the eyebolt in the center of the stool. Draping the leash over her shoulder she moves to the edge of the stool with the opposite end of the leash running between her legs. By pulling the leash she draws his head closer and closer to her sex. Sliding a finger along its length then holding it up to him she says, "Just look at what you do to me." She then slips one hand behind his head and pushes him into her sex while she pulls him forward with the leash. His face forced into her sex, he can't believe how wet she was. She had totally gotten off on what she had just done and that terrified him. He had flashbacks of the video she had shown him and he tried to push the images out of his mind. He was in pain and is pretty sure that he can feel blood running from several of the cane welts. He was already winded and now was being damn near suffocated by her. She held him there through several orgasms and just when he thought his knees couldn't take anymore she pushed him off her. "Face to the floor!" she commanded as she stood. Placing a high heeled foot directly in front of him she asked, "Aren't you going to properly thank me for showing you the error of your ways?" He was confused, as thanking her for what she had just done was the last thing on his mind. He did begin to plant kisses on her shoe almost as a reflex, but it took her clearing her throat for him to say, "Thank you Ma'am." She turned and stepped away from him as she remarked, "That wasn't very sincere... but rest assured, in the near future that thanks will be truly sincere. Now up on your feet and get over here." It took him a minute to rise as he was sprawled on the floor with his hands secured at the small of his back. Once on his feet he minces over to her and she orders him to turn around. She detaches the clip so his hands are no longer held at the small of his back. Once freed as such she instructed him to go clean himself up and to be quick about it as she was still waiting on breakfast. "Which by the way will be simple today. Just cereal, juice and more coffee. Go!" And away he went to touch up his makeup, polish his shoes, close his corset, straighten his seams and brush-off his uniform. Upon returning he paused, unsure of what to do for a moment, then stepped in the kitchen start preparing breakfast for her. It should have been a simple matter that should take a few minutes, but now he was afraid to make mistakes so he found himself double and triple checking everything. She added to his nervousness by watching him work and correcting him, telling him how her place at the table is to be set, correcting his posture, chiding him for water spots on the silverware etc... At one point he lost his balance and stumbled slightly on the heels he wore. She saw this and pounced on him. Grabbing the D ring at the front of his collar and pulling his face close to hers. "That is the kind of clumsiness that is unacceptable, not to mention a pet peeve of mine. If I have to have you pacing the floor in 6 inch heels for 12 hours a day to prevent that I will." She jerks on the collar and pulls him a few inches closer. "Got it bitch?" Trying not to look nervous he replies, "Yes Ma'am." A few minutes later while refilling her coffee he accidentally brushed his skirt against her arm. He hadn't even known about it until her hand had slipped under his petticoat and grabbed his thigh to stop him from walking away. Once she had stopped him she grabbed a large patch of skin from his inner thigh between her forefinger and thumb and squeezed. "Did you know that you just brushed your skirt against me?" Trying not to yell out as he held the coffee pot and tried desperately to stay steady, he just shook his head no. Squeezing harder she says, "If you ever did that to a dinner guest I would tan your ass on the spot." All he can do is nod in agreement and she releases his thigh. She finishes her breakfast, then lingers as he clears the table and washes any dishes that have accumulated. Once finished he moves on to collect the laundry while she moves to the living room. He is separating the clothes when she comes up behind him. He doesn't know she's there until he feels the chain drawing his wrists to the small of his back. As she clips the chain to his collar he can hear her say, "Your seams aren't straight, bitch." He lets out a whimper, aware that he's about to be punished. Lifting his petticoat with one hand then grabbing the chain halfway between his belt and his collar she holds him at arm's-length. Keeping the firm grip on the chain, she pushes him to his knees. "Well, what have you got to say for yourself?" The memory of his earlier punishment is fresh in his mind and he trembles slightly. His voice breaks as he replies, "I'm sorry ma'am, please I'm just learning and I promise to do better. Please understand." He sounded sincere to her so she holds him there for a moment, watching him tremble. To her surprise, as much as his, she releases the chain then unclips the chain from his collar. Stepping back away from him she says, "Go straighten them, then you better learn to keep them straight." He hurries to his feet and heads for the bathroom as she turns away muttering to herself that she must be getting soft. He returns from the bathroom oddly thankful for having not been punished. He can feel her eyes on him as he continues to work on the laundry and it makes him nervous. After watching him for five or ten minutes she stands and takes a slow stroll past him as he continues to separate the laundry. She stops a few feet away from him and with arms folded in front of her. "I need some fresh air so we're going to take a walk and chat a bit. Let me know once you get the first load started so we can get ready to go." And with that she stepped out of the room and into the garage. His mind raced and he wondered just how he was going to go for a walk, especially dressed as he is. She had returned within a few minutes and asked, "Haven't you started at all?" To which all he could reply was "No ma'am, I'm sorry." He doubled his efforts then started the first load after which he approached her to let her know. She stood and motioned for him to follow her as she walked out to the garage. Walking over to the wheelchair sitting by the door she grabbed the long trench coat that was draped across it and waved him over to the chair. Stepping behind him she held the coat up so he could slip his arms into it. Ordering him to place his hands on the chair handles she then secured his wrist cuffs to the chair with a padlock on each handle. Pulling the sleeves of the oversize coat over his hands and pulling the coat closed in front she steps back to check the length. "That's just about perfect; the hem is just barely sweeping the ground. Now, about your face..." She exits the room, quickly returning with a large scarf and bolero hat. She wraps the scarf around his head, tying it beneath his chin, then places the hat upon his head. Stepping back and looking him up and down she smiles. "Perfect!" She says as she moves to sit in the wheelchair. Once seated she holds up a two foot long stick with a steel cap on the end. "Don't give me a reason to use this... You do know what it is don't you?" He was still having trouble coming to grips with the fact that she was taking him out in the middle of the day, and so he replied, "No." without really taking a close look and without thinking. "Tsk, Tsk," she clucked. "This is what's called a hot shot, a.k.a. a cattle prod. And I should introduce you to it right now but I don't want this walk to start out on the wrong foot. Especially since you feel you no longer have to address me as Ma'am." His stomach jumped into his throat when he realized his error and he began to apologize profusely, telling her that his mind was elsewhere. "Yes, well I've noticed that about you, and it is something we need to address." Clicking the remote on her key chain, the garage door opens. "OK then, let's go. At the end of the driveway you want to turn right, then the park is just about six blocks up from here." The click of his heels echoed in the driveway as he made his way to the end, then turned right and began walking down the sidewalk. With that long coat, scarf and hat it appeared to any observer as someone pushing the wheelchair for somebody else. He lets out a sigh at the prospect of walking six blocks there and back in these heels, but resigns himself to it. They had gotten only partway up the block when she tips her head back to look at him. "We need to talk, you and me. Now this is 100 percent off the record until I say so. Speak freely and without fear of any repercussions. So if there's anything you need to say about any of this, I would speak now." There was a short silence as she continued. "You know, things aren't going to get any easier. And we can't continue as we have been or else you'll end up spending your whole life in service, so what's the story?" His voice cracks and he takes a second to compose himself. "Ma'am, I hadn't expected all of this. I especially have issues with how long you expect me to serve, are you really going to hold me to that? I mean, I didn't sign up for all of this." At this point she felt she had to chime in. "On the contrary, this is exactly what we had discussed. Didn't you say that you wanted to feel helpless and forced? Have I violated any of your rather short list of limits? You also made it quite clear that you were looking to serve and that the thought of "getting in over your head" excited you. Didn't you?" "Yes, but Ma'am I hadn't expected you to be so harsh." She pauses a moment before answering. "That is just a means to an end, the end being that you wanted to be trained as a proper, formal maidservant. Besides it's you that determine how harshly I react. Much like it's your own actions that extended your service. It was quite clear what was expected of you. I guess it might be understandable that you were dishonest with me about your job at first, but I gave you time to come forward and you didn't. And then you did it again by trying to leave in the middle of the night by using my keys. You knew what happened before and I'd made it quite clear what the penalties could be." They walk in silence for some time until he speaks up again. "I really didn't expect all of this, from the length to how harsh to the level of control or enforcement to this." She quickly replies, "You stated your limits." He counters back, slightly annoyed/ "Well then I guess that I overstated my limits. I guess I let the excitement get to me and got caught up in the moment." She shakes her head... "No, No, No... You had a full week to think about this and to back out, so you can't call it caught in the moment... And I doubt that I've done anything to you that hasn't been done before, except maybe I'm a bit more intense." He stops pushing the chair abruptly and angrily says, "Irregardless, like I said... This is all just too much for me and I don't want it anymore." He's greeted with silence until he begins to push the chair. "Well, what can we do about it now? I believe that your biggest problem is acceptance. Once you accept the position you've chosen, things will be much better. I have a few methods/ tools to help you accept your position, except most of them violate your limits in one way or another. One thing for certain is I'm not allowing you out of the deal. I've been looking for a long time for someone like you, and you fit perfectly. I have invested way too much time and effort, and I can guarantee you that at this time next year you'll be right here. Even if I have to take you to court over the lease I've prepaid, or have the bail bondsman come and kidnap you, I will do it. Then I will make your life hell for a long time afterwards. Try to break away from me a second time and all bet's are off, no limits and you're fair game. You have no right to bitch about this. You yourself said that at worst you have to endure an unpleasant situation but at least you would be purged of the fantasy and if you didn't try this during your life you know you would regret it." Next he spoke up. "Ma'am, I don't think that all I need to do is accept this. Really, I don't think I can do this." "But you will..." she replied. "There is a little get together at my friends club that I've been asked to attend, perhaps I can turn it into a little warning\demonstration, mainly to show you a fraction of what you can expect if you try to bail on me. I'm just offering the ideas and methods of acceptance as a way to help you not get in a situation you'll regret. Just let me know if you want to hear about them... Is that all you have to say? Anything else you would like to talk about? Well, if you think of something soon, let me know..." She continues... "One other thing I wanted to discuss was how much better it would be for you working at the club. That would be the best for all involved. Then again my friend is right about you needing some level of acceptance and discipline before you could manage the club. If you could work there it would be guaranteed employment at what you make now, except you would only have to work 4 days a week, plus profit sharing and a flexible schedule to some degree. If you get work on the outside you'll still be expected to serve 25-30 hrs a week on top of your regular job, which makes for a busy week." He shakes his head at the thought of that and speaks again. "That's another thing, I feel I was misled by the wording that was used on the contract. It wasn't pointed out to me that the hours listed on the contract were a minimum I would be asked to serve, with no limits on the maximum. That's just not fair." She thought for a moment. "No, it's not fair but remember this is a D/s relationship, it doesn't have to be fair but you do need to accept it. Because if you don't you're going to do something stupid. Now you could be done with this in five years, have the experience of a lifetime as well as save quite a bit of money. But if you think that you can avoid this or somehow get out of this, you're wrong. Put it this way, you only have two other options. One is to move out of the state and hope I don't find you. Of course you'll have to leave your house behind for 10 years because you can't sell it with an open lease. The other option is to go to the police. But I'm really not sure what they would do. I know that if there were any charges filed that we would end up in court. And I can't imagine a more interesting trial. I doubt that you would do either." There was another long period of silence, during which he pondered his options and realized that he really had none. But as long as he was off the record he better try. "Ma'am, please. I'll pay you for the time and money you have invested in this and you can find another. Somebody more willing, but I just can't. Please, please I want out." Upon hearing this she chuckled, tipping her head back. "You see, therein lies the rub. I'm sure I could find a more willing subject if I wanted, but I don't want a willing one. Just like your thrill is being forced, mine is forcing. I think that you are just about the perfect balance where you will enjoy parts of this, maybe some parts just subconsciously. Yet at the same time I can make you feel trapped by cranking things up a notch. You really do have a lovely look when you're scared or distressed. So no, I'm afraid you're stuck with the decisions you have made, and I'm as serious as a heart attack about this. You want to know how far I can go? Your boy is going to be out of the house in about 6 years right?" He answers a meek yes, nervous about where she is going with this. "Well, I may give you one or two chances... Maybe more. But if you do something really stupid or push me too far, six years from now I'll have you sell or rent out your house because you'll become a full time maid, period. That means foot training to shorten your tendons in your legs so that you can walk in heels easier. A semi-permanent chastity device, electrolysis, pierced nipples, corset training combined with forced exercise to reshape your body, and of course a nice big nose ring. Top that off with years of psychological conditioning and you would be ready to rent out to clean my friends houses or anything else I wanted to do to you. And make no mistake, your terror and suffering would look wonderful to me. Well I see we're at the park and I believe I've heard your side as well as said my peace, so we're back on the record. There's the path so what do you say to once around the park briskly." 1 1/2 hours later he finally heard her say that he should head for home. His feet were on fire and he was doing his best to use his arms to take some of the weight off them. But he had to be careful because when he at first tried it he had accidentally tipped the wheelchair back on two wheels. This had earned him a taste of the cattle prod and he did not want another. The trip home was quiet and uneventful and he was oddly thankful to be back at her house. Upon releasing him from the chair she told him to sit and rest for awhile which he did greedily. A short while later she pulls up a chair alongside him at the kitchen table. Grabbing the keys from her neck she hands them to him, telling him that he can take off his shoes for a short time if he wishes. He undoes the locks and sighs as he slips them off. His respite doesn't last long as 10 minutes later she's picking the keys off the table and letting him know it's almost time to start cooking dinner. He sighs as he slips the shoes back on then snaps the padlocks back into place. He stands and turns towards the kitchen and is startled by her standing right next him. Her finger draws a circle in the air and as she tells him, "Turnaround, hands behind your back." He does this almost automatically and it suddenly strikes him how he complied without really thinking about it. This scares him as he feels the wrist cuffs connected behind him. A leash is snapped to his collar and he's pulled forward yet he stops as quick as he started as she chokes up on the chain and guides him so that he standing right up against and facing one of the living room walls. She guides the end of leash through an eyebolt above his head then draws the leash down, pulling him onto his toes. The collar constricts his breathing and he struggles to take the weight off it. As she secures the end of the leash she pulls his face towards her. "Before you start dinner there's the little matter of you not addressing me properly earlier. So let's get this out of the way right away." And in the blink of an eye she is raising his petticoat with one hand as she raises the neoprene cane in her other hand. She brings it down without hesitation on the back of one of his thighs. He yelps then draws air in through clenched teeth. Before he can protest she lands the cane again and again. At this point he's squirming on the leash with the back of one of his thighs on fire. She swiftly steps to the other side and starts in with the cane again. He squeals, "Please..." But by that time she had landed three more blows and is finished. Dropping the petticoat she brings her face close to his. "Next time you forget who I am it'll be 10 on each side. Got it?" He nods his head and she presses him saying, "I can't hear your head shake." At which point he meekly replies, "Yes ma'am." unclipping his leash from his collar she lets him know that it's time to start dinner and that the recipe is on the stove. Running his hands down the back of his thighs he can feel the welts rising as he tries to regain his composure. He looks over at her and he must have had his face still contorted from the pain. She flashed back a look at him that made him cringe. "Do you have something to say?" She snarled at him. "I didn't think so, now get yourself cleaned up and get started on dinner." She turns and walks into the living room as he minces into the bathroom to straighten up. Looking in the mirror he can't help but shake his head. His mascara had run slightly from what looks like tears, and yet he doesn't remember crying. Turning to inspect the welts on the back of his thighs he can feel a few of them are starting to weep. Looking back at himself in the mirror he thinks to himself: "What a bitch! What have I got myself into?" He quickly gets it together and makes his way back to the kitchen. She's lounging on the couch and doesn't even look over to him when he enters. He checks the stove for the recipe and sees that he is to make a basic lasagna. Shouldn't be too hard. As he cooks he tries to his careful as he can to not get himself dirty. Just before it's ready to come out of the oven he sets a place for her at the table, and busies himself wiping counters and rinsing dishes. She smells dinner cooking and wanders into the kitchen. Looking him up and down as he stands over the sink. She can see a look of trepidation on his face as she enters, even though he doesn't look over at her. Tapping the neoprene cane she had used earlier she says, "I thought I told you to keep your seams straight, bitch!" Pointing to his legs as he turns to face her. She can see that look of nervous fear wash over him and she begins to get excited. He begins to apologize and is interrupted. "Your shoes are scuffed, your lipstick is smudged and there are crumbs on the front of your uniform. What if you had to answer the door right now? How would that reflect upon me?" She pauses for him to offer an "I'm sorry Ma'am." then continues. "Is it that I'm not making myself clear? Or is it that you're just not trying? Because I know you're not that incompetent. Just look at this place setting. You were actually expecting me to eat off of this?" She says and she holds up a water spotted glass and plate. "Well?" She takes a step towards him, hands on hips. "I fail to see how you could need more practice or instruction at keeping your goddamn seams straight. So what is it? Am I not being hard enough on you? Because I can be much, much harder." His head had dropped now to his chest under the verbal assault and the only answer he could give was "No ma'am... I don't know ma'am" She grabs his chin and pulls his head up to face her. "Now listen up, we are expected at the club tonight. Now I'm trying to convince my friend that you are capable of managing the club for me should I take it over. I expect you to be on your best behavior because if you don't work there, then you're back to the restrictive latex uniform, for good. Got it?" His voice cracks as he says, "Yes ma'am." And with that she pushes his head to one side as she turns to leave the kitchen, announcing over her shoulder that she'll be eating in the living room and that he can serve her there. He stands there shaking for a moment not quite sure if he should be scared or pissed off, then makes his way to the bathroom to check himself. Standing in front of the mirror he brushes the front of his uniform off as he curses under his breath. He then fixes his makeup and grabbing a washcloth cleans the smudges and scuffs off of his shoes. Checking himself once more in the mirror he can't help but shake his head. While he can't believe that he's gotten himself into such a mess, he also can't believe that he can feel his sex stir by thinking about it. Remembering that he has dinner in the oven, he quickly heads back to the kitchen. Seeing that it's finished he prepares a plate for her, making sure all the utensils are cleaned. Upon bringing her dinner she dismisses him to the kitchen, instructing him to eat and then cleanup. He eats quickly, making sure to occasionally look over the counter to see if she needs anything. He finishes before her and begins on the dishes, making sure to clear hers as soon as she is finished. Having picked up her dishes she can't help but smile as she watches him walk back to the kitchen. Grabbing the phone, she calls her friend at the club to see if everything is ready. Chills of excitement run up her spine when she hears that all is set. Getting up from the couch she walks over to the kitchen counter and leans up against it, waiting for him to look up from doing the dishes. Once he does she announces. "You can finish up those when we get back; right now I want you to go and put on a less full petticoat, take off the apron and touch up your make-up. Meet me out here when you're done." With more than a little trepidation he does as he is told. Based on what she said, they're going out. He doubts that he will ever get used to that. Looking at himself in the mirror he doesn't look quite as fetishistic without the apron and full petticoat, but the collar, wrist and ankle cuffs are a dead giveaway. He wonders if she will allow him to take them off, or if he should ask, or for that matter if he even can. He does a final check then heads out into the living room. She looks him up and down when he enters, then resting her chin on her hand she says, "I like the look of the cuffs and collars, but I understand you may not want to stand out so much." She pauses for a moment to think. "I'll tell you what, I'll take the collar and the cuffs off, but you will need to wear your 6 inch pumps with the padlocking ankle strap. Those ought to stop you from getting anywhere quick." she says with a laugh. He pauses to consider the options, but apparently she has already decided as she tosses the keys for the cuffs to him. He struggles not to say anything and returns to the guestroom. He knows 5 1/2 inch heels are his limit for any length of time. 6 inches and he can barely stand straight, and even then only for 5-10 minutes at a time. He unlocks the cuffs and collar, then slips the 6 inch heels on. Shaking his head as he looks at them on his feet he wonders why he ever brought them. He certainly regrets it now as he closes the hasps on the padlocks that hold them in place. His toes pinch as he stands unsteadily and struggles to stand straight. Heading back to the living room he takes short mincing steps. Although he realizes that it's not as difficult as he remembered. Constantly being in heels for almost the past week must have made it a little easier because instead of being tipped forward he is almost standing straight, but his calves are already aching. Holding her hand out for her keys, she slips them in her pocket and turns on her heel towards the door. "Come along now." She stops at the door waiting for him to open it for her. Once open she looks directly at him and raises a finger. "Be on your best behavior. How you act tonight could affect you dearly for years to come. Am I clear on that?" He nods and answers, "Yes, Ma'am." She locks the door behind them, then finds herself waiting for him again at the car door. He feels exposed, struggling to maintain his composure in his skimpy outfit. He opens the door for her, then closes it behind her. He then hurries around to the other side to get in for the short ride to the club. They arrive and he notes that she had pulled up and parked behind the club. Helping her out of the car, he closes the door behind her as she walks briskly towards the back of the club. He hurries after her, and it's not until he's out of the glare of the streetlights that he can see the outline of a door. She knocks and moments later the door opens. He struggles to keep up with her as she steps inside and almost doesn't make it before the door closes. Inside is a short staircase down that leads to a rather large room beneath the club. Much of it contains supplies, storage and utilities for the club, except for a large area in the middle of what is essentially the basement. She points to a spot on the floor just inside this room and says to him, "Stay!" then walks over to her friend, the club owner who is leaning against a table on the opposite side of the room. It appears somebody is lying on the table, but his view is partially blocked and it's dark. They are discussing something and are fairly animated about it. She gets his attention and waves him over. As he approaches she takes off her coat revealing her leather pantsuit and knee high spiked boots. On the table he can see a man, his ankles strapped to the legs of the table as were his knees, thighs, lower back etc... "On your knees." She orders him as she grabs a dildo harness off the chair next to her, then hands it to him. "Strap this onto me while I tell you what we have here. You see this boy here used to be my friends here slave. Then one day he decided to disagree with her in public." She checks the fit of the harness. Then she hands him a capped jar of icy- hot. "Take this and stand over there in front of him and just off to one side please." He does as he is told, teetering on the heels. She continues. "Disagreeing was bad enough, but he decided to do it in front of other Doms and subs. Well needless to say she was quite harsh on him from that point on." she grabs a very large dildo and snaps it into place on the harness. "Apparently this was enough to cause him to go A.W.O.L. and she hadn't heard from him in several weeks. He had been renting a room from her and had left all his things behind when he took off." She walks over to him and motions for him to open the jar as she snaps on a pair of rubber gloves. "He finally snuck back apparently to retrieve some of his things, all of which were still there. Well, all but one really important item. You see my friend here had removed the doorknob on the inside and replaced it with a steel cover." She scoops up a handful of the icy hot from the jar and starts to coat the dildo with it. "The next morning my friend had a little rat in her trap." She shakes her head side to side. "Such deceit, such disobedience. Well, now it's payback time. After all, she couldn't let him get away with what he did. Could she?" She steps back around behind the figure prone on the table, then instructs him to pass that jar under the nose of this tightly bound figure. He does this, and the man who had until this point been relatively calm and quiet, suddenly became animated. He could see the look of realization in his eyes, then the fear and panic. He watched the man's body went tense as he began struggling in his bonds, yet could barely move. The man started to protest through the large ball gag and shield, yet it sounded totally muffled and he could see a rivulet of drool slide down his chin. The man on the table finally seemed to focus on him, standing there before him with the jar in his hand. He screamed into the gag as she entered him, then looked directly at him as he stood there holding the jar and lid. He can't help but look away, but when she sees this she quickly makes it clear that he is to watch. What he didn't know was that this man tied to the table was a friend of the club owner. What he also couldn't see was the female condom that had been placed inside him earlier to protect him from the icy-hot. He was at most just a little uncomfortable, but you couldn't tell it from how he was reacting. The club owner steps up to the end of the table and grabs him by the hair and whispers something in his ear. Just what it was didn't matter as the real reason was to wipe some irritant just beneath his eyes so that he would tear up. Then they proceeded to put on quite a show for him as he stood there holding the jar and watching this man in agony. Once they were finished with him, he watched as they released the man's arms from the sides of the table, only to tie them behind him again, elbows touching. A spandex hood with only a nose hole was pulled over his head followed by a large canvas sack over his entire body and tied off at the ankles. A length of rope is tied to a d ring about 1/2 way up the bag and the other end is handed to him as he stands there dumbfounded. She looks at him and says sternly, "Walk this bag of shit out to the car and wait for me there." He's confused and wants to ask why, but a sharp look from her sends him on his way. As he guides him up the stairs as best he can, he can hear the man in the bag trying to communicate with him. Once outside and the noise from the club fades as he begins to make out what the guy is saying. He's begging to be let go and when there's no response he thinks he hears him ask. "Didn't you see what they just did to me?" They arrive at the car and he looks around nervously, hoping that no one would see them. He hears the man ask him about what they're going to do to him. He tells the man that he doesn't know, then shushes him when he sees her approach. Opening the car doors, She assists in getting there cargo laid out and buckled down in the back seat, then tosses him the keys saying "Let's get on I-17 heading north, because we got a package to deliver." They are only on the road for a short time before he hears pleading coming from the back seat, and this while he is desperately trying to focus on driving. If he got pulled over now he would have more than a little explaining to do. He was about to say something about it when she spun around in her seat and got up on her knees. Leaning forward she grabs onto what sounded like his throat, then started in on him angrily and through clenched teeth. "Listen motherfucker, you make one more sound or give me anymore trouble and I can guarantee you that I will make your immediate future much more difficult. Got it?" To which he must have nodded a yes because he didn't hear from him again the whole ride. Later in the ride he does start to ask about just what it is that they are doing, but is cut short by her shushing him and pointing behind her. About 2 hours out of town she has him pull off at a rest area and park on the far side of it, in an area that's not well lit. He can see a dark van parked in the area, without plates. She steps out and waves to someone unseen then heads towards the bathrooms, telling him to come along. When they return their package is no longer there and she passes right by the car and heads towards the van motioning for him to follow. Seated in the van are 2 men, their chins tucked into their chests and hats pulled way forward, obscuring their faces. They begin the conversation by asking if there was anything they should know about this one. She let them know that he was renting a room above the club and that most of his possessions could fit in a small closet. He only had one relative in town, a brother that he never sees and that was about it. There was a long pause before she asked, "How long do you normally keep guys like this, and how is it that you avoid getting arrested." One of the two chimes in. "Well it's hard to say how long we keep them. Typically once they get comfortable or "broken in" you might say, we release them. You see our thrill comes from forcing our will upon others, the more unwilling the better. We've released them in as little as 3 months and that's about as short as we ever want to go because it takes 2 months to make sure they're HIV and std free, but we've also had one almost 4 years. Feisty one that was..." Then the other chimes in. "As far as not getting in trouble, well our place is huge and isolated and on fenced land. We've dedicated the whole basement to our past time and it's set up with concrete walls, no windows and the entryway is a double electronic gate system. Now our friend here won't see how he got to our place, and the only part of it he will see is the basement once he's there. There's also the fact that He'll never see either of us or our friends without masks or hoods on. When one of them finally does leave, they don't know where they were or what whoever held them looks like. Kinda hard to go to the cops with no information, and probably pretty embarrassing to tell what happened to them." She taps on the door as she steps back away from the window and says, "Sounds like you got it all planned out guys." Then waves to them as she turns back towards the car. She motions for him to follow her. Before the van pulls out one of them shouts out the window to her, "When are we going to get this one?" and he could see that they were pointing towards him. She shouts back to them, "That really all depends on him, hopefully never." He crosses his arms in front of him as he shakes off the chill that runs down his spine, then follows her back to the car. The silence of the ride home is broken by her. "I think it goes without saying that you are not to speak a word about any of this. That's for the protection of all involved, which includes you, now. So if you have any questions you had better ask them now." He pauses in thought, then asks. "How many have you sent to those guys and are they serious about what they said back there?" She pulls in a deep breath. "Yes, they are real and quite serious. Sometimes a little too serious for my tastes. I personally have only sent 2 subs to them. One you already saw, but he got lucky and was let go after the STD test. The second one I kind of feel bad about, but he got what he deserved." He looks over at her, waiting for her to continue. "Well, he actually was a young kid all of 19 yrs old and I'm not really sure that he knew what he wanted. He made the mistake of raising his hand to me and actually hitting me in a group setting. He split my lip and at that point I really had no choice but to send him off. I had been having problems with him and it was at a time when I was trying to establish myself. I had made numerous threats and given many warnings... The others were starting to talk behind my back." She paused and he questioned further about why she felt bad about it. She continued. "Well, I had sent him off and eventually forgot about him. Then me and my friend had stopped by the guys place almost 2 years later. Now keep in mind that this kid was quite the homophobe. Wanted nothing to do with women's clothes or sex with men. They had him in a 4 by 6 black cage in the corner. He was wearing a latex bodysuit along with a full face hood, and they must have corseted him down to 24 inches at the waist. There was a large ring that had been run through his septum and he was tethered to the cage door by a short chain connected to it. As I walked closer I could see feeding cylinders like you'd find in a gerbil cage. Except instead of ending in tubes, these ended in large phalluses. "All I recognized was a figure in a cage; however he must have recognized me as he started to ask if I was there for him. As I was checking him out, his shoes caught my eye. The 6 inch court shoes he wore were padlocked in place, and yet the placement looked odd. Looking closer I saw that the hasp passed through the ankle behind the Achilles tendon on each foot. He must have been pierced there between the tendon and ankle, allowing each lock to encircle the tendon. "Getting closer I could hear his voice better and suddenly realized who it was and that he had been there almost 2 years. He asked again if I was there for him and I told him no. I stood up quickly and moved away from the cage to avoid confrontation. When I moved away he began pleading louder and when I turned away from him he let out a squeal and began begging loudly. This quickly brought the attention of one of the guys, who grabbed a full size cattle prod from the wall. He tapped him with it and the figure in the cage collapsed to the floor, then he rested the prod on him making him thrash around. "I cringed a bit at the sight of this and he removed the prod from the cage. Setting the prod down as the figure twitched on the floor, he let me know that I shouldn't be too concerned and that had this one listened a bit better he would have been released long ago. As it was he was scheduled for release in 2 months, except now he had added at least 3 maybe 6 months to his time here." She paused for effect and to judge whether or not he was buying the tale of fiction she was weaving. Seeing his face in the mirror she could tell he was so she continued. "But that's their thing, it's what gets them off." He looked over at her and asked. "So you felt bad about taking him there?" She chuckled a bit. "I felt a little sorry for him, but it was his own fault he was there." She shook a finger at him. "Don't think for a minute that I'd hesitate to send you off... You actually saw one that I had sent and I have no remorse about it. You make your bed, you lay in it." He swallowed hard and returned his eyes to the road, but his mind kept racing. He turned to her again and asked, "So they rejected one for testing positive for a STD?" "Yeah, everyone gets tested and any newcomers are isolated until they get the results. Of course once they test clean, they know they'll stay clean. That way nobody has to worry about condoms or any other exchange of fluids, so basically anything goes." They settled in for the long drive. He kept going over the events of tonight. The scent of icy hot lingered in the air and each time he thought about it he had to shake the chill from his back. He couldn't imagine how much that must have hurt. Even worse, he couldn't get over how much she enjoyed it, smiling the whole time while that man laid there screaming. She meanwhile was studying him. She could see the concern grow then fade on his face and how he occasionally trembled. She rolled around in her head how to further mentally trap him, as well as what to do physically. She knew she had to keep clear in her mind what was basically a mixture of truth and illusion that he believed his situation to be. She knew she was probably being a bit too hard on him mentally, but dammit, she wasn't about to let this one go. He was damn near perfect. None of the others came close. The pain slut trannies just enjoyed it too much and couldn't be molded by fear of punishment. Others bolted right away, didn't show at all or were wimps, or if they did they looked no better than gorillas in pantyhose. She could tell that none of this would damage him mentally, at least not too bad. Some of it he liked, some he will learn to like and if it looks like he is becoming comfortable in his position she can always turn things up a notch if she wishes. She smiles as she pictures him standing slightly pigeon toed in front of her in his maids outfit, head down to show subjugation and that worried look on his face. So far he believes that she has leased a room in his house, and that she has proof of payment for the next 5 years. That's quite true and is actually a pretty powerful tool. She also has several copies of the file folder she assembled on him to protect her legally as well as for leverage. These have all of their correspondences, the contract he had signed as well as the video of him signing it to show he wasn't under duress. The pictures of him posing with her leatherman friend and that handwritten note explaining that if anybody saw him being kidnapped that they weren't to worry and that it was just a kinky role-playing game. All of that was true except for her leather friend really had no interest in him and probably wouldn't do anything illegal to bring him to her, but he sure would try to intimidate him. He also believes that she has a bail bondsman on retainer and deposit to retrieve him should he stray. The reality being that while she did go and talk to a friend of a friend about it, he just seemed a bit too shady for her. She assures herself that she will set something similar to that up; she just hasn't found the time or the right connections. He believes that she is capable of caning a man bloody or raping him anally with icy hot, both illusions because while she isn't quite that harsh, she wants him to believe she is. Of course, the people they met tonight are just illusions, faked by her with the help of some friends. Yet they're as good as real when it comes to their effect on him, she just had to be careful. His head spun from the thought of being delivered to the characters they had just met. That was just too much and he wanted none of it, and yet it seems like it didn't take much for the others. He rolled over his situation and his options in his head. One was to try and leave, but what then? He now realizes that leasing her a room in his house wasn't as benign as he once thought. She had legal rights to access his house, enforceable by the courts. Even if he could convince a court to break the lease, he would still be on the hook for 5 years worth of payments. That's $30,000, and not only did she have receipts for that much, she had cancelled checks from her bank account that were deposited to his account, then returned to her by way of untraceable cash. Even if she didn't come at him using the lease, there's not only her leather friend who seemed quite willing to help her. Even worse were the bondsmen she had retained. While he at first found it difficult to believe she could find someone willing to kidnap and return him to her, she did mention something about a $20,000 retainer and money is a great motivator, especially if you're given a file folder that contains documentation showing it's just a game. He has no doubt that she would pursue him and that leaves only 2 ways to leave. One being to grab what he can carry and disappear, leaving his house behind and unable to sell it for at least 5 years. Even then, there's always the ch