Experiences Chapter 1 A Call to Serve
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Ahhhhhh......
Matthew Grayson felt himself sinking into the plush bucket seat of his
BMW Z4; sorely tempted to fall asleep right there in the parking lot of
his office. It had been a long night. "Nothing like tax time", he thought
while rubbing his aching neck. In his 15 years as a CPA, he couldn't
remember a busier season. His thoughts wandered to the lake where he
planned to spend the next several days doing absolutely nothing. No cell
phone, no e-mail, just peace and quiet.
Eighteen hours of staring at a computer screen had left his eyes dry and
his vision a bit blurry. "Maybe a quick nap in the parking lot would be a
good idea after all", he mused. His reverie was suddenly shattered by
the urgent sound of a woman's voice.
"Hey!.....Hello!!!"
Matthew sat upright in the seat and forced his eyes to focus into the
glare of sodium lights. A woman was walking towards his car. Though not
given to suspicion and mistrust, he was still uneasy at the prospect of
being approached by a stranger at 2 am in a deserted garage.
She stopped several yards away from his vehicle and repeated her attempt
to get his attention. "Excuse me.....Can you please help me?"
He guessed her to be somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 years of age.
Her light brown hair fell in loose curls down to her shoulders. Her
figure, fit, but healthy, was covered by a peasant blouse which showed
just a hint of midriff. A short jean skirt revealed toned legs which
ended in sandal-shod feet. She certainly did not look like a street
person or a threat for that matter. To the contrary, she was quite
beautiful and seemed genuinely in distress.
"Excuse me.", came the voice again, this time slightly more insistent.
Matthew realized that he must have been staring and snapped back to
reality. "Y-Yes, sorry, can I help you?" he replied in a hoarse voice.
Her face erupted in a beaming smile, revealing perfect teeth. "Gosh, I
feel like such an idiot! My car broke down a few blocks away and I'm
trying find a telephone to call a taxi.". "I don't suppose you could help
me out", she continued, coyly flashing that to-die-for smile once more.
Ordinarily, Matthew's analytical mind would have started sounding warning
bells. Instead, under the sway of that smile, caution made way for old-
fashioned chivalry. "Sure! I have a cell phone in here somewhere."
Fishing around in his center console, he hoped he didn't sound too
enthusiastic. Having located the errant device buried under a pile of
receipts, he stepped out of the car.
"Great!" she replied, "You're such a gentleman.....Exactly what we were
looking for."
The woman's strange comment caught Matthew by surprise, but before he
could consider it further, the sound of boots on concrete caused him to
turn to see who was approaching him from behind. Without warning, the
whole world seemed to explode and his legs collapsed beneath him. A hand
encased in a fingerless leather glove grabbed him roughly and rolled him
onto his back. He looked up to see another woman standing over him, stun
baton in hand. Her face was covered in shadow, but he could just make out
the contours of a smile on her face.
"Very good, Sara. I think she will make a lovely slave in time. Let's get
her prepared for the drive home, shall we." With that, the woman produced
a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to restrain Matthew's still numb hands.
Whatever these two women had planned for him, it certainly sounded worse
that what had already transpired. And what was with the use of "she" and
"her" in referring to him? As he was lifted to his knees, he furiously
began devising an escape plan.
"Sara" walked behind him to tie a gag in place. Unless he acted quickly,
he would be too incapacitated to offer much resistance. He had to act
fast!
He sized up the second woman to gauge his chances. She was taller than
average, perhaps six feet and athletically proportioned. Her attire
consisted of a form-fitting black sleeveless top, leather pants and
boots, long red hair tied in a braid which nearly reached her hips. She
stood in front of him and stared into his eyes for a moment before
speaking. "My dear Matthew. You are probably wondering just what the hell
is happening. You are also considering how to overpower the two of us and
escape. Allow me to place that thought to rest."
Sara grabbed a handful of hair, violently jerking his head back. The
other woman produced what looked to be a silver collar and swiftly locked
it in place around his neck. "Now, that's better." she said with an
almost mirthful lilt to her voice. "You have just lived your last day as
a free man. In a very short time you will learn what it means to serve.
My name is Ariana, but you will call me Mistress. I have many surprises-"
Matthew forced his legs to action, springing up and knocking Ariana aside
as he made his way for the stairwell door. He had nearly reached the exit
when his whole body froze in an electrical fire. His mind filled with the
screams of every nerve in his being. He collapsed, desperately trying to
remove the source of the pain from around his neck to no avail.
The two women casually walked over; the sight of the stricken man at
their feet very pleasing to them. "Lesson number one, dear.", the taller
woman began, "That collar is not merely a symbol of your status as slave.
It is also an instrument of obedience. That was setting number one. There
are five." She let her words hang in the air for impact.
"Lesson number two. You will never, EVER, make another escape attempt. I
can devise punishments that will make the collar seem tame by comparison.
Do I make myself clear?...ANSWER ME!"
"Go to hell", Matthew muttered from behind gritted teeth. Once again, his
body convulsed in pain at the collar's command. Mercifully, darkness took
him before he could cry out...
.......................
Matthew awoke to a beautiful day, the sun streaming in through lace
curtains. Reaching up to wipe the sleep from his eyes, he immediately
realized his hands were unable to move independently of each other. Wait
a minute! He sat bolt upright in the bed and memories from the previous
night flooded his waking mind. Handcuffs! That explained his inability to
move freely, but nothing could explain the appearance of his hands.
Long nails had been expertly attached to each finger and painted in a
pale shade of pink.
Spying a small dressing table with mirror on the other side of the
otherwise spartan room, he leapt out of bed to confirm his fears; nearly
losing his balance as the slick leather soles of his lace-up sandals
failed to gain purchase on the hardwood floor. Regaining his footing, he
slowly made his way to the mirror, each step filled with dread. His heart
sank as his suspicions were made real. The reflection was unmistakably
Matthew's, but at the same time, unmistakably female. Average, not
beautiful in appearance by any means, but definitely a woman.
Strawberry blonde hair now reached his shoulders. He gave an experimental
tug on his new locks and found that they held fast to his scalp. O.K., so
it must be glued somehow, he thought. Looking down he saw that his
toenails has been clipped, shaped and painted in the same pink hue. No
trace of body hair was evident.
He unbuttoned his sleeveless floral top to see what was filling the bra
he now wore. Pulling silvery straps from smooth shoulders, he inspected
the breast forms which had been attached to his chest. Like his hair, the
adhesive held the forms fast, resisting any attempt to remove the
appliances.
The initial shock of his situation had caused him to neglect the most
obvious sign that he was, despite his appearance, still a man. He pulled
up his flowing skirt and reached inside black nylon panties. Yes, thank
heavens....he was still intact.
"Don't worry, Melissa, you won't have to put up with that dreadful
appendage much longer". In his effort to understand what had been done to
him, he was oblivious to Ariana's entrance. He whirled around to face his
captor.
For a moment he was taken aback by her appearance, which he had only
captured the most fleeting glimpse of the night before. A knowing smile
added to her striking beauty. Gone was the black military attire, in
favor of a decidedly feminine motif. Dressed in a knee-length dress which
left one shoulder exposed, her feet adorned with silver sandals whose
straps crisscrossed her finely shaped calves, she could have just as
easily appeared in ancient Greece as in this place, wherever that
happened to be.
As reality set in once more, his confusion turned to hot anger. Though he
abhorred the idea of striking a woman, he was more than happy to oblige
in this case. "Who are you??!! What the hell have you done to me??!"
Jason shouted at Ariana as he took a step towards her. "Is this some kind
of sick joke??? ANSWER ME!" Her expression remained unchanged. Another
step and he dropped to the floor. THE COLLAR! Matthew remembered too
late. Unable to will his limbs to action, he could only marvel in his
helplessness. Pretty nails (HIS NAILS!) digging into his palms as his
muscles contracted involuntarily. Curled toes enmeshed in golden straps.
The weight of his "breasts" seemingly magnified a hundredfold.
Ariana terminated the lesson with the touch of a jewel on her bangle
bracelet. "Let's try this again, Melissa. I enter the room and you say -
Good morning Mistress, how may I serve you?"
"I am not Melissa", came the hoarse reply. "The name is Matthew". He was
immediately treated to another round of the collar's delights. "What was
that, Melissa? Did you say something about a Matthew?" A delicate finger
was poised in anticipation over the activation stone.
He surmised that she wanted him to screw up again to give her the
satisfaction of prolonging his agony. Thinking that the best route of
escape might be afforded by playing into her vanity and apparent
dementia, Matthew dragged himself along the floor and kissed Ariana's
feet. "My name is Melissa, Mistress, please forgive my mistake."
"Well now, isn't that a switch? While I don't believe you are being
sincere for a moment, it does show that you are willing to adapt. That is
precisely what will be required of you in the weeks and months ahead.",
the Mistress lifting her slave's chin with a foot to consider the look of
trepidation on her feminized face. "Soon you will be Melissa in much more
than name only." With a laugh, she turned and left the room.
Matthew stood and walked stiffly to the bed, then fell into the soft
sheets, unsure of his next move...
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