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By beagle9690
January 2009


I HAVE BEEN WATCHING SARAH for a year; planning how to abduct her while learning her habits and schedule. Sarah’s younger brother Jacob works at Shultz's saw mill and wholesale lumber yard. He gets a ride into town with John Dobson a non-Amish neighbor who also works there. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Sarah shared a ride with them.


Sarah’s older brother Saul sublets a tiny store front located in a rundown and mostly empty strip mall. Sarah has taken over and not just helping her mother to sell the families fresh baked goods and everything they sell is incredibly delicious. With her mother’s recent passing and father’s the year before Saul is the Patriarch of the immediate family. Saul is pushing Sarah into an arranged marriage to be able to buy prime farmland from her prospective suitor’s father.


I was a regular customer there. I bought Sarah’s pies and only Sarah’s pies; not the pies her aunts, cousins or sister-in-law baked. I lingered for the pleasure of talking to her.....a few minutes at first; longer over time. I knew she enjoyed talking me. Sarah has a wholesome kindness and goodness I’m inexplicably drawn to.


Sarah flirted with me innocently in her own sweet way, getting slightly more confidant as the months went on. I was polite, respectful and engaging.
I listened to her opinions and feelings and this obviously pleased her.


The anchor business in the strip mall is a Bookshop that sells new and used books. I noticed a large section dedicated to travel. The owner Thomas Banes is an older man in his seventies. Thomas is a man of eclectic interests and I liked him immediately upon shaking his hand. I purchased several first edition archive quality books from him.

Thomas and his deceased wife traveled the world until she became ill. I know he allowed Sarah to borrow and read any of the used books in consideration for keeping the dumpster area neat and tidy and locking them at closing time. There also is a doorway in his bookshop covered with a double red glass bead curtain that leads into a long wide hallway with shelves of erotic literature of all descriptions.


Sarah had plenty of time on her hands until her ride arrived to take her home. While she waited she used some of the time to hand-sew pieces of material together for handmade patch quilts like the others that are on display for sale. She used some of that time read up on things to discuss with me.


I surmised from our talks Sarah wanted more out of life. She is an imaginative and intelligent young woman with interests and dreams that soar far above and beyond the narrow confines of her Amish community. Sarah dreams of going to Hawaii. She wants to swim in the ocean and walk on sun warmed sand beaches; she dreams of seeing the Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls with her own eyes and not just from photographs in books.


At one time my ex liked to travel.....until we grew apart. I was married to “the ultimate bitch” as she called herself for the last two years of our ten years together. I tried to make our marriage survive after the sudden tragic accidental death of our son. I took my marriage vows seriously and if it was to be a loveless marriage without sexual intimacy, so be it.


Martha refused professional counseling and turned to her mother and her aunts for support and comfort. I was able to move on while Martha couldn’t because of them. I turned to my work; to my inventions for solace and peace. I learned to ignore her rants and tantrums of breaking and smashing things.


Her angry outbursts were followed by long periods of icy silence as she became bitterer yet. Towards the end Martha threatened to divorce me as I knew she would. In her bitter frustration and unhappiness she filed for divorce. She took much of what we jointly owned; or at least what she and her attorney could find.


Martha received a generous cash settlement and half of our shared investments provided she sign off on the house and my future earnings. My divorce attorney is a pugnacious hard nose prick. Martha’s attorney though very capable had the good sense to agree.


My wife wore her grief on her sleeve and she never forgave me for not doing the same with her. For all that I have said about Martha; I loved her passionately once and she loved me the same. There will always be small glowing spark of tenderness for her locked away in my heart.


After a time I hired architects and specialized carpenters and craftsman to transform the house to my preferences, needs and tastes. It became a sanctuary where I could pursue my work away from my office.


When Sarah’s brother Jacob and his neighbor John get out of work they will find problems although minor to keep it from starting.


The parking lot in the old strip mall is full of potholes and patched or broken asphalt while the lighting by the dumpster is totally inadequate. Most of the lights are missing or burned out. The dumpsters are surrounded by a concrete block enclosure with a wire gate entrance.


I disabled the telephone lines to the strip mall. Sarah was taken after dark when she went to lock the dumpsters. I disabled those few remaining working lights before I parked out of sight.


I waited in a dark corner for her to padlock the dumpsters as she always does at 6:00PM. I chose the month of November when the days are short and it is dark early.


When Sarah stepped inside the enclosure I quietly stepped behind her and placed my gloved hand over her mouth; she struggled briefly until I pressed the trigger on my hand taser sending 750,000 volts of electric pulses directly into her central nervous system.


This disrupted her neurological impulses causing a loss of balance and muscle control. The effect is instantaneous as well as intimidating but causes no permanent damage or discomfort after.


I eased Sarah to the ground and quickly placed a ball gag in her mouth followed by securing her wrists in front with standard issue police handcuffs. I put a blindfold over her eyes and secured her ankles together with the black nylon tactical belt I was wearing; the style of belt with a friction buckles. Sarah can struggle but there is little chance she will get free or hurt herself.


I carried Sarah to the van and put her in the rear bench seat buckling her securely in place with the factory seat belt and the double chest harness I installed just for this occasion.


The curtains were closed on the rear and side windows; the curtains separating the front from the back were drawn so that nobody could see her while we traveled.


"I have a gift for you, Sarah" I offered putting a red leather collar with an attached brass nameplate around her neck. I snapped a short leash to the collar securing it with a small padlock so that she could not remove either.


The nameplate is engraved with her slave name: Princess. The leash and collar is more for effect and drama than anything else. I certainly don’t think of her as an animal. They are symbols to aid in her training and submission.


I’m not interested in an unimaginative mindless drone. I want a companion and lover to share my life. I have plans for Sarah besides the training which I discussed with an expert in such matters. It is a two hour drive from the mall to my home. I took secondary and back roads to avoid traffic. After half an hour on the road Sarah started struggling and trying to scream through her ball gag.


"Behave my pretty girl... be quiet. You can't get escape and nobody can hear you but me. I realize you’re frightened but you received no real harm from the shock. Don’t make me do it again. We have a long drive to your new home.


Do you like my present Sarah? I had Princess engraved on your new collar. Are you familiar with the origin of your name? It is Hebrew for Lady or for a Princess of royal blood.


Very fitting, don't you think, Sarah, my little slave Princess. I’m wondering, Sarah do you listen to good music? By good music, I mean Classical, Jazz, bluegrass and Rock & Roll which I have an extensive collection for us to enjoy.

My ex prefers to watch television. Most of what’s offered on television is mindless drivel....you haven’t missed much there. Martha knew I loved to go dancing and showed no interest after.........well, it doesn’t matter; she wasn’t much of a dancer but did get by.

My favorite style of dance is ballroom; an art form of dance that is graceful refined and elegant. You will learn to dance and appreciate good music. Good people all over the world dance, my little Princess.

And despite what some think, dancing is not an exclusive ticket to hell. Speaking of hell, after today my best hope in the afterlife is an eternity in Purgatory for it sure as hell beats shaking hands with old scratch.

Do you know what else I think? I think that there are few things a pleasurable as relaxing with a good book in a hot bath in the winter months and preferably during one of our Western New York lake effect snow storms.

I’m sure you’ll enjoy when we read aloud together the plays of Shakespeare or others of your choosing. I have an extensive library to share with you. Together we will explore a wide variety of literature, not just the types you read in secret. We never discussed those and now you shall experience them firsthand.

Are you aware the ancient Greeks and Romans prized and sought after educated slaves? I dislike shallow women; especially when they have potential and particularly if they are intellectually lazy.

You are going to travel to places and see things that before were not possible. You will be my companion and lover. I will allow you to have more freedom and choices than if you were married to the man chosen for you by your older brother Saul.....yes I know all about that.

I will take you to Hawaii. We will swim in the ocean together. We will walk on beaches of white or black sand and fill our pails with the colorful shells you described to me.

I as your Master, lover and companion I shall delight in taking you too other exotic travel destinations, but first my pretty girl I require your complete obedience and submission.”

I selected two CD's: Vivaldi's Four Seasons and some Bruce Springsteen for us to listen to on the ride home.............

WHEN WE ARRIVED HOME, I parked in the garage closing the automatic door behind us. I removed the belt from Sarah’s ankles and helped her out of van using the leash and collar for control.

I walked Sarah down the cellar stairs to the training room. Never having done this before I had no idea how long it would take to gain her trust and submission. Fortunately I did have an experienced Dominant working directly with me.

I first met Minerva by lucky chance in a bank. She pushed past me to take my appointment with one of the bank officers. She didn’t like me at first, however over time we grew to be close friends. Minerva recognized my dominant personality; my drive to get what I wanted. She encouraged my dominance and to explore it.... Minerva is also my dance partner and mentor.

We have won dance many competitions together. Although we are not steady lovers we dance together and on occasion make love. It was she who introduced me to the Sanctorum. Minerva encouraged me to acquire a woman and mold her to my preferences and desires. Here lies the challenge to make Sarah mine.

Prepared for Sarah's arrival I installed an immovable polished stainless steel pole to the floor and ceiling adjacent to the floor drain. I made her stand with her back to it while I attached her short leash on one of the sliding rings with a locking carabiner.

There are three movable steel rings that will slide up and down the pole and three fixed ones welded to the top and bottom. Minerva suggested Sarah should be made to stand for the night by attaching her leash to the fixed rings at the top.

I rejected the idea on the trip home. I attached the leash to a sliding ring rather than a stationary one. I provided Sarah with a five gallon pail to relieve herself should the need arise.

I removed the ball gag and took her pretty face firmly in my hands "You can scream all you want Sarah for the basement has been completely sound proofed. There is a plastic pail should you need it. You can manage it with your hands cuffed in front.

I’ll be back in the morning. When I return if you talk without permission you will be punished. I suggest you get some sleep until then.”

I kissed Sarah’s lips and whispered “lips like sweet roses” I removed her bonnet; a souvenir of remembrance and put it in my pocket before leaving her to contemplate her fate in complete darkness.

Sarah was quiet for about an hour. Then the pleading and questions began as she futilely struggled to get free. I telephoned Minerva to bring her up to speed before I went to bed...................

WHEN I AWOKE AND WENT DOWNSTAIRS Minerva was waiting for me in the kitchen; she has keys to my house and I hers. She was drinking coffee and watching Sarah on the monitor. I poured myself a cup and sat down next to her.

"I brought bagels, pea bacon, brown eggs and fresh cantaloupe. If you’ll cook I'll do the dishes. I want one of those poles. I’d have never thought of using small padlocks that way.

After we eat breakfast go downstairs as we discussed while I stay here and watch" Minerva instructed, getting up and kissing my cheek before pouring herself another cup of coffee and sitting down to watch the monitor.

During breakfast we discussed Sarah "Your Princess is strikingly beautiful Michael and I would consider her a rival under other circumstances. Should you be admitted to the Sanctorum she is worth millions if you chose to sell her. Stay focused and stick to the plan; you mustn’t be soft on her...............”

I FLIPPED ON THE LIGHT SWITCHES to the basement and punched in the six digit code on the electronic keyboard to unlock the doors at the top and bottom of the stairway. Sarah’s blindfold was off and the pail was knocked over. There was a puddle of urine on the floor. She was sitting on the floor with her back to the pole quietly waiting and watching.

I went to laundry tub turning the water on to get it hot and let it run in the sink. While it was heating up I poured liquid bleach on the floor. I attached the water hose coiled on the floor sprayed the mess down the floor drain followed by more liquid bleach and more hot water before putting the water hose back.

She was dressed as I captured her in a dark grey wool coat. Underneath her coat she was wearing a faded blue knee length cotton dress and I saw simple white cotton stockings on her shapely legs. She was wearing black tie up shoes. Sarah reminded me of a frightened little mouse.... but a precious and cute little mouse. It was time to undress Sarah and examine her in all her naked glory.

I walked up to her and offered her my hand; remembering the taste of her sweet lips from the night before.

Oh God, please help me” she cried, squirming at her bonds no doubt noticing the large scissors in my belt for the first time; I assumed she was wondering if the taser was in my pocket.

"Be silent, Princess and let me help you up. You were warned about talking without permission, were you not?” And she nodded her head for yes.

“Excellent, you’re learning. You may speak and you will cooperate. I may or may not answer your questions until I’m through but you will cooperate. I’ve already explained why you are here.”

"Please...why are you doing this to me? Who are you?" Sarah asked, pleadingly but allowed me to help her stand without struggling. I took off the leash from the sliding ring, doubled it over to shorten it further and attached one of the welded rings at the top forcing Sarah to stand straight on a taut leash.

Ignoring Sarah’s pleas and questions I removed her shoes and stockings. I cut off her winter coat with the heavy-duty scissors, followed by her faded blue cotton dress. Close to her creamy skin, my Sarah was wearing a plain white cotton bra and pink cotton panties.....pink panties....how curious?

When she was completely naked I stroked Sarah’s nipples with my hand and she began squirming. I can only imagine what was going through her mind “Please don’t cut my nipples” she shrieked.

I slid the scissors back in my belt and continued caressing and fondling her beautiful round breasts with my hands getting her nipples hard at my touch.

"You will address me as Master” I corrected her while continuing to play with and stimulating her breasts “I assure you I will never do such a terrible thing like that to you. Be a good girl and calm down; don’t let your imagination get away from you.”

"Please, Master I am begging you, I will be good."

"You will be a good what?” I asked.

"I will be a good girl, Master."

"Much better; you’re learning but you still have to be punished for speaking out of turn earlier. Tell me again who I am Princess" I whispered kissing her lips.

"You are my Master and I am your slave” she whispered trembling as I continued caressing her hard nipples.

"I will be lenient with you” and stepping back I reached into my pocket, Sarah twisted away expecting something painful. I took out a key and unlocked the small padlock on her collar letting the leash hang from the pole.

“Please get down on your knees for me Sarah….that’s a good girl. I’m curious to see how long your hair is against your naked body and so far I like what I see.”

I removed the hairpins from her braided bun letting her braid drop down her back. Sarah's medium brown hair is very thick and soft. Her braid ended at the top of her round buttocks and I was thinking

‘What a shame I have to cut her beautiful hair, although the bottom is thin for lack of regular professional trims, it will take time for my Princess to grow her hair that long again. I will enjoy watching it grow out to butt length, although mid-back or waist is plenty long, we shall see.’

"How shall I punish you, my Princess? You still have permission to speak so what shall your punishment be?"

"Please cut my hair, Master."

"Do you know why you are being punished, Sarah?"

"Because I spoke without permission after I was warned not to Master."


"That is correct, what you say is true. You are an intelligent young woman with much potential. What do I require from you?”

"I must please and serve you, Master” Sarah replied looking down “I will be your lover and companion.”

“I’m not a cruel man, Sarah; as a matter of fact I’ve been described as a Romantic. The first time I first gazed into your beautiful brown eyes I thought

‘Oh, brown eyes with long black lashes, young brown eyes, depths of night from which there flashes lightning as of summer skies, beautiful brown eyes!’

There’s more to the poem, although it is not mine. Mathilde Blind was a German poet who wrote it well over 100 years ago. I ask this to be our poem someday. I won’t force it on you for it would sully the spirit of my request.

I’ll know it is ours when you hug me and ask me to hear the rest.”

I removed her handcuffs and said “Listen carefully and do exactly as I say. Please get down on your hands and knees…..very good so far.....now put your legs close together.....excellent.”

"Please don’t hurt me, Master” Sarah begged as she did as instructed.

"Good girl, now place your hands closer together for me. Wonderful... lean forward until your shapely bottom is higher than your pretty head.... Excellent, put your forehead on your hands.

You are a pretty little thing...say it"

"I'm a pretty little thing” Sarah repeated with her face and neck turning red from embarrassment.

"Tell me again Princess.”

"I'm a pretty little thing."

“Formal slave etiquette demands that when a Master or Mistress enters a room you will a get into this position. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, a little."

“Excellent and a little is all you need to know for now. When I say assume the position, this is what you will do. Commands will be obeyed instantly. Moving on.... when I say heel or kneel what should you do?"

"I’m not sure, Master."

"I see......what would be an intuitive guess.”

"I will kneel with my back straight?"

"That’s an excellent answer; but how do you suppose an innocent and naive young woman like you is so perceptive about these things?

“I.....she started to say and I interrupted.

That is a redundant question. I already know the answer. Kneel, very nice, now...stand, excellent! You folded your hands in front of you without thinking, although, depending on the situation you may be required to put them behind you when naked to expose and display yourself more fully.

For this you shall receive a reward for the urine on the floor. I shall not cut your hair brutally short or shave your head. It’s a common punishment for women who don’t comply or heed fair warning....turn around please.”

I never intended to do that, however she didn’t know that. Minerva explained to me it is a common practice among some slave owners to shave their slave’s heads to humble them.

Positioning the scissors just below Sarah's shoulder blades I slowly cut through her silky braid savoring the moment, feeling the resistance; enjoying the sound as the scissors chewed through her hair. I then put the severed braid in my belt.

"Please turn around, Sarah…now, unbraid your hair.......very good, now finger comb your ponytail, excellent. Do you have anything to say to me?" I asked, stroking her ponytail.

"Thank you for not shaving me bald, Master."

"You are welcome."

I took her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing it out. Sarah's hair was now shorter, barely touching the top of her luscious round breasts.

"I’m changing the conditions and you may not speak! Turn and face me ....good, put your hands behind your back and cross them......good.....keep them there.”

I squeezed Sarah's ass cheeks and spread her pussy lips; my fingers probing her sweet flower..... I tasted my fingers....enjoying her wetness and arousal. I could smell her musky scent, thinking ‘What a luscious little morsel Sarah will be when I allow her to share my bed.’

"Your heartbeat and breathing have increased. Your submissive sexuality betrays you, Sarah and this is much for you to celebrate. Your inevitable orgasm at my hands will have to wait for now.

Until I say otherwise your hair will remain unbound. You will be naked for my inspection and pleasure and collared as you are now. I say it again; you are a very pretty and intelligent young woman; use your natural intuition and you will easily adapt and advance.

You will find your toiletries in the bathroom” and I pointed at the door of the small bathroom containing a toilet and a vanity sink with a mirror. You may use it instead of the bucket. I will provide you with a cot.

You will find a pillow, a blanket, sheets and towels in the laundry basket by the washer and dryer. They are not garments and if you use them as such I will take everything away from you.

You will begin over secured to the pole. You will be handcuffed in the back.

I will secure your leash to the rings welded at the top so that may only stand. You will remain there for as long as it takes. After you will sleep on the bare floor; your toilet will be a pail and you will bathe in cold water for as long as it takes. As for your hair.........I’m sure you don’t want that.

I’m expecting a guest. She is a slave owner. You will address her as Mistress or Mistress Minerva. You will obey her commands as if they were mine. She will be assisting me with the help of her two women in your education and grooming.

I give you fair warning Sarah. If Minerva was your owner and you urinated on her floor, you’d be mopping the floor with your hair, followed by having your head shaved.... perhaps even your eyebrows. Minerva is a very wealthy and refined woman. She is very interested in purchasing you from me.

You may use the remains of your old garments to dry the floor as best you can. When you finish throw them away in the covered garbage pail by the stairwell. In time you will know and prefer the feel of silk and cashmere against your soft creamy skin. When I return, I’ll bring you something to eat.............”


"THAT WAS WELL DONE MICHAEL, if not a bit wishy-washy? Please and thank you and I suggest.....And a poem? Really Michael what a ham you are” she laughed.


“Have you ever known me to be less than polite with anyone?” I asked a little annoyed at her “As far as the poem goes Sarah’s eyes are brown and that is my style. I’m approaching this from my own perspective and experience with women.”


“No I haven’t; not even when you’re angry. Then again I’ve never seen you angry enough to be out of control. You handled yourself well enough during our trip to Bermuda when those men who were rude and vulgar and tried to pick me in the restaurant lounge while we were waiting for our table, Shakespeare. I’ve never seen anyone use a peppermill that way before.”


“Well, it was two to one and they were bigger than me. The blonde one hit me first. You have to admit the peppermill seasoned his head nicely before I broke it on it.”


“It certainly did; you broken his nose and jaw before he finally went down. You had the other pinned to the floor with bar stool on his throat after I tripped him and you kicked him in the head; the cowardly bastard.”


“If you recall, Minerva, there were many witnesses including hotel security who saw him pull a gravity knife out of his pocket and threaten to kill me. What was I to do with a salt shaker; that just won’t cut it?


“Very funny Michael but I also recall you spent a night in the lockup before I bailed you out and got all of the charges dropped against you” she replied, putting her arms around my neck and kissing my lips "It’s a good thing the Police gave you your own cell to keep the other prisoners from harm.”


“Yes, that was very considerate of them and I slept like a baby” I replied, putting my arms around her waist and kissing her back “As I recall you couldn’t wait to get me back to our hotel room for me to ravish you; admit it red, you were turned on by that bloody violent encounter.”


“Yes we do Michael. I allowed you to ravish me; never forget that fact and we do make a good team. We whipped them good. As your teammate I’ll advise you to remember Sarah is a slave; being less than firm is just not done at this stage in her education and development.


Many in the Sanctorum believe in a good old fashioned whipping with a belt or crop to set the tone at this stage of process whether deserved or not. I’ll concede though Sarah is convinced you might cut her with the scissors so I suppose the effect is the same.


I’d never do that and you wouldn’t have either; but I shuddered when the scissors went snick, snick and snick imagining I was her. She must have been terrified. In my opinion you should have made her stand for the entire night as we discussed and without the bucket.


It wouldn’t harm her to soil herself. Embarrassment and humbling at this juncture is a learning process is not soon forgotten. Why didn’t you secure her hands behind her back? If she was embarrassed and uncomfortable it was only for one night?”


“My methods are my own, Minerva and they work for me. Did you ever solve the mystery how hundreds of potted peace lilies got into your office without anybody seeing who put them there?


“No and it might as well been the Statue of Liberty but we’re off topic. Such repressed sexuality just under the surface. This whole thing is amazing to watch. I can't wait to report to Maud and Arthur. Your admittance to the Sanctorum appears assured.


“I didn’t secure her hands in the back so that she could ride in the seat with a seat belt and harness.”


“She could have ridden on the floor, Michael.”


“Sarah is not cargo and that wouldn’t be safe.”


I suppose you’re right; I don’t want to labor the point. I’m amazed how easily she is aroused. A slave needs to fear her Master or Mistress. You have good instincts for recognizing submissive women; I must give you that.”


“Thank you; let’s not argue then my marvelous teacher. Sarah will be begging for my touch soon enough. We have discussed my ideas at great length.
I chose Sarah carefully and analytically. She has surprised me though with her intuitiveness, imagination and intelligence despite being raised in a Patriarchal Society that encourages conformity and obedience.”


It's my turn to be on top. Watching you with your Princess makes me horny as hell..............”


MINERVA JUST COULDN'T SEEM to get enough of me for some reason? Perhaps it was because she was looking forward to playing the heavy; good Master verses bad Mistress after she pleasured herself on my hard cock and I was rewarded with a marvelous blowjob.


Minerva is a very passionate woman. She possesses a wonderful sense of style and knows how to dress. She is also a very beautiful, classy woman, a natural redhead, with long thick hair that falls to the middle of her back.


I adore it when Minerva pins her hair up for me in a bun or chignon, exposing her neck and the soft silky hair at her nape. Minerva has the slim graceful figure of a dancer. She has green eyes and a fair and creamy complexion with just a hint of freckles that she hates and I adore.


Mistress Minerva owns two women that are housed in a small apartment located in the same building above her dance studio. She lives alone in a large and spacious condominium and employs ordinary people to clean for her. I’ve offered to share my house but she won’t.


Minerva's slaves are employees in a sense that she receives an income from their labor. She allows them their occupations because it pleases her. One of her slaves, Katherine, is a physician's assistant while the other Mandy is a hairstylist/makeup artist in a high-end salon that Minerva owns. The salon employs a dozen ordinary people and they had no inkling their employer, Mandy is Minerva's slave.


She has a talent for finding subservient women and then turning them to her will or selling them to others in the Sanctorum.


Both Mandy and Katherine have signed contracts registered with the Sanctorum. Their contracts can be sold or transferred to other Masters or Mistresses.


The Sanctorum is a very old secret society and membership is for life. Disclosing its secrets depending on the severity may result in death.


Minerva told me it has its own courts (THE TRIBUNAL) as well as a ruling grand council. It is a self-sustaining entity with members throughout the country. The Sanctorum has unbelievable financial resources at its disposal. The Sanctorum insures their registered slaves receive the basic necessities and medical care for life.


Minerva went into the bathroom to change and came out in what she refers to as her "Mistress Attire" consisting of black silk blouse, tight black slacks, black riding boots and her signature black leather riding crop. Her long red hair was in a ponytail and I adore ponytails on women.


"Let me at that little virgin” she announced posing with her hands on her hips to which I replied “Who is the ham now, Minerva?” I teased......


We went the basement and found my Princess was asleep in her cot by her training pole wrapped in her blanket. Minerva wasted no time and struck the cot near Sarah’s head with the riding crop.


"Wake up slave, is this how you greet your Master's guest?" Sarah woke with a start and threw her blanket aside to immediately assume the position naked as instructed.


"Michael.... you described her to me as being very pretty. Well, I suppose that is a matter of taste because I think her rather plain myself, barley adequate."


I watched Sarah tense at these insulting words, however, she knew enough to remain silent and hold position.


“Stand, woman.......Michael, look at her fat, hairy legs? Do Amish men actually find those attractive? What a plump, hairy creature she is” Minerva said laughing.


I walked over to where they were standing and quietly said "kneel and look at your Master."


When she did I gently pushed Sarah's hair away from her face and I looked into her brown eyes brimming with tears. I wiped them away with my hand and smiled at her “I think she is very pretty, Minerva and of course you have complete charge of her grooming and make-up. These are things that Sarah has to learn.


"You will have a complete body wax my pretty girl. Mistress Minerva will teach you to enhance your natural beauty for your owner's pleasure. You have permission to speak as before but only to answer questions; not to initiate conversation."


"What does your collar say, slave?" Minerva asked, while tugging on Sarah’s hair.


"My Master says he engraved Princess on the nameplate.”


“Did you know that Sarah's name in Hebrew translates Lady or for a Princess of royal blood, Minerva?


"Do you know what else is engraved on your collar, slave?" Minerva asked stroking the side of Sarah’s face with the crop.


"No, Mistress."


"It says Princess, property of Michael and that is temporary" she announced, mockingly "Lady and Princess are also common names for female bitch dogs" Minerva said, laughing "When I own you I will shave you completely bald along with everything else and keep you that way.


You will be a lowly servant; I hate finding hair in my food you hairy doggie!”


You don’t own her yet, Minerva and furthermore you will not refer to Sarah as a dog!” I told stepping in front of Sarah protectively.


"Yes of course, Michael, of course" Minerva said, soothingly “I won’t do it again. You and I are friends” she took my arm she led me towards the stairwell.


"There is no need to be angry. I will abide by our agreement to the letter but my methods are my own. I suggest we go upstairs where can discuss this in private...............


ONCE UPSTAIRS I opened a bottle of Merlot while Minerva unwrapped the fruit and a platter she brought me.


"A toast to you Minerva, please take a bow" which Minerva did with a flourish! “Your performance could have won an Oscar; however, you will have to settle for this fine Merlot" I raised my glass in salute and Minerva did the same smiling and we took a sip of wine together.


"I was watching her reactions very closely my marvelous teacher; Sarah obviously thinks herself comely. Did I tell you she stashed women’s fashion magazines in the ladies Room vanity? I also found some romance and erotic novels in the drop ceiling there."


"How can you possibly know about those things, Michael?"


"I know these things because I installed hidden fiber optic cameras all throughout the store including the ladies restroom.”


"You naughty voyeur, you never mentioned this before!" Minerva said laughing and leaning forward while unconsciously touching her ear. This is one of Minerva's many tells. I enjoy exposing her tells. I know most all of them. Minerva has a beautiful smile and a musical laugh when she is happy.


"I was saving this for a surprise, my marvelous teacher” I refreshed her wine glass and let my hand deliberately lingering on hers. I always show Minerva the deference she was due out of respect for her life’s accomplishments and because she has influence in the Sanctorum. My membership is tentative and impossible without her approval “her brother is trying to force into a marriage with a man she doesn’t love or even care for.”


“Is a full body wax what you have in mind for her?”


"Yes, what do you think of the bangs that I chose for Sarah?" I handed her the picture that was folded in my back pocket that I printed from the internet.


"I prefer pixie cuts my girls, because it keeps them in their place. Did you know Mandy had honey blonde waist length hair? I have it layered and cut very short and then bleached to a much lighter color. Mandy hates it and constantly begs to go back to her natural color. But yes, those long bangs will suit Sarah’s face quite well.”


“Eventually Sarah will be permitted to grow her hair longer that being my preference as you well know” and I tugged on Minerva’s thick and soft ponytail “That being said, Sarah's hair will never be a beautiful color as yours, Minerva."


"That's very sweet of you to say, Michael “Minerva was smiling and touching her hair which was yet another tell. I know Minerva is very proud of her long red hair and she should be.


"You can always dye Sarah's hair the same color as mine"



"Your natural color can never be duplicated, my dear teacher. To do so would be a sad counterfeit as diamonds are to glass."



I received yet another of Minerva's beautiful smiles while fantasizing Minerva kneeling at my feet; unfortunately my impossible daydream was just that.



Bring Sarah her bowl of oatmeal as we planned, Minerva, and see to it that she takes her vitamins. Spend about an hour with her if you wish. You many use your crop a few times but only hard enough to sting. Your beautiful red hair turns me on and I can’t wait to get my hands in it again......”


MINERVA WENT DOWNSTAIRS and began explaining basic slave etiquette while I watched on the monitor. She used the crop for any reason real or imagined; just barely enough to sting and mostly to frighten.


At the start; Minerva put Sarah's hair up in tight braided pigtails and ordered her down on all fours. She then led Sarah around the basement on a leash making her stop to kneel or assume the position. After about five minutes of putting her through her paces, Sarah received her dinner of cold oatmeal with skim milk served in a dish on the floor.


"You are a plain and plump hairy woman and you will eat like one. Leave the bowl on the floor and do not use your hands.”


Minerva told Sarah the humiliating things that she was going to do to her when she owned her. She enjoyed playing the part as the heavy as the bad Mistress. I will be the good Master coming to the rescue.



When Sarah was done eating Minerva made her chew her vitamins. She then secured Sarah's leash with a small padlock to a sliding ring on the pole and deliberately left Sarah's cot out of her reach before she left.


An hour later, I went downstairs to check on my pretty girl and found her sitting by the pole naked and she was shivering. I was annoyed of myself and thinking ‘Ok, the taser and abduction were the most efficient way to get her here, but this is just not my way.’


I removed her leash from the collar and picked up her folded blanket. I then sat on the couch along the wall "Tell me what is on your mind, little lady?" I asked kindly, while patting the seat cushion for Sarah to sit next to me.


"Please, Master...I am so cold, may I have my blanket please?"


"Come and sit next to me Sarah” I said holding the blanket out to wrap it around us..... “This is nice....... get closer and put your head on my chest so you can share my body heat. I put my arms around her under the blanket and gently held her until Sarah stopped shivering.


"You did well today as far as I’m concerned although you made a bad first impression with Mistress Minerva” I took her hair out of the pigtails “You look very pretty with your hair down; just like the girls in the women’s fashion magazines....Yes, I know everything about you my pretty girl.


I’m sure you realize you were never meant to be an Amish mouse in a gray coat.”


"Do you really know what I did alone in the bathroom?" She asked starting to tense slightly. "What I did is a sin” and Sarah looked down ashamed and embarrassed.


"It's not a sin in my world, Sarah, for you live in my world now. You will not be judged for that or punished for masturbating in private. Sexual gratification is a natural as breathing" and as I stroked her hair to assure her until I felt her relax. “I’ll take care of most those needs now. Are you a virgin, Sarah?"


“Yes, Master.”


“Your birthday is March 1st and you are 23 years old. Why haven’t you married?”


"I don't know” she said.


"I don't know, Master” I corrected her gently while continuing to hold her and stroke her hair.


"I do not know, Master" Sarah replied.


"I do not know is not an answer, Sarah, it is an evasion, a childish excuse. I have no interest in children. Perhaps I should sell you to Minerva after all."


"I am not a child, Master... I don't want to be forced to marry an Amish man I don’t love. I don't want his babies or to live in the same place forever. I want to chose my own husband if I chose to marry. I want to travel and see things.


I was thinking of leaving, but I have no money of my own. I’m afraid to leave because it is all I know and I’m afraid right now!”


"Excellent, those are intelligent and honest answers and I value honesty, Sarah. I will never punish you for telling me the truth; are you warm now?


"Yes, thank you, Master."


“I know you want more out of life; to travel to Hawaii for example and experience all the things life has to offer. I will give you those things in time.
I genuinely enjoyed our conversations, Sarah. Will you try to please me?”


"Yes, Master."


"Turn around face away from me…...yes that's right, just like that.... good.


I put my arms around her waist and pulled Sarah closer. I put my face beside hers and kissed Sarah’s neck behind her ears, blowing softly on her neck.


"You have beautiful firm and round breasts.....your nipples are already hard. Does this feel good, my pretty girl when a man is stroking your breasts? "


"Yes it's much better then when I do it" she admitted.


"You are aroused Sarah; you are wet between your legs?” I observed stroking her pussy and tasting my fingers “As I said, this is good and natural. I want you to pleasure yourself and masturbate; that will please me.


You are a pretty little thing with beautiful brown eyes. Tell me when you are coming and not necessarily with words. Remember Sarah, if you lie to me I will know” Sarah closed her eyes not answering “thank you for your honesty for I can sense when your orgasm is rising for your beautiful sexuality betrays you………”


Sarah explored her womanhood with her fingers in her pink and plump pussy while I caressed her beautiful round firm breasts paying attention to her nipples and kissing her face and neck tenderly and lightly.....soon she was breathing heavily and moaning softly...a little embarrassed I’m sure.


"You want to orgasm, Sarah?” I whispered to encourage her.... “Yes that's it moan louder if you wish my pretty Sarah because this is why God made you a woman and gave you a clitoris."


Sarah was definitely vocal in her orgasm; my pretty girl was covered her mouth with her hand and she always does when she surrendered to her orgasms in the ladies room after reading selection pages of her erotic novels or short stories. She came close to sliding off the couch with all her squirming.


It was obvious that Sarah was intent in pleasuring herself as well as pleasing me.
It is fortunate she’ll never marry an Amish man because she will probably intimidate the hell out of the poor pious bastard. When my pretty girl finished, I held her for a while, and then said “There is a bowl with apples and bananas at the bottom of the stairs, my Lady, please bring them here."


When she returned, I chose an apple and took a bite saying "You must be hungry and the rest are for you. Mistress Minerva is in charge of your diet and we both agree you can stand to lose ten pounds in keeping with your height and frame. I get my workouts to with my axe and splitting maul and I like to walk and think.


I shall not tell Minerva about the fruit. It will be our secret” and she got back under the blanket with me to finish the remaining fruit.


“I am very pleased with you this evening and I will enjoy having you in my bed when the time comes.”


"Do you really think that I am pretty, Master?"


"Yes, I will say it again; I think you are very pretty” I praised and getting up after finishing my apple I offered her my hand. Sarah took it holding it tightly, I
walked her to the cot were she lay down on her side facing away from me.


I covered Sarah with the blanket and went to the bathroom to relieve myself.
I left the bathroom door open with the night light on. I stopping briefly by her cot as she lay there with her eyes closed but not asleep. When I got upstairs I turned the heat up to match the temperature in the rest of the house. I dimmed the basement lights to a twilight glow. I then engaged the electronic locks on from the keypad before going to bed..............


THE NEXT DAY MINERVA ARRIVED with Mandy to give Sarah her full body wax. Mandy is a small, petite woman, at five-three with blue eyes and a clear fair peaches and cream complexion. She has incredibly striking blue eyes; the color of dark turquoise. Mandy's hair was so blond to almost be white and it was cut in very short layered pixie cut, just as Minerva described to me the day before.


I estimated Mandy to be in her early thirties. She was dressed in a simple tan smock with black slacks and black nurse’s shoes. As slave etiquette dictated, Mandy assumed position immediately upon entering my threshold.


"You may stand, Mandy, let me get a good look at you, now turn around slowly.............you have very nice manners, you assumed the position smoothly and gracefully."


"Thank you, Master Michael” she replied with a forced smile.


"The door to basement is open. Go downstairs and introduce yourself to Sarah. Explain the procedure for this is all new to her. May Mandy interact freely with Sarah? I’m sure that will put Sarah at ease."


"You may, Mandy?" Minerva answered, looking at both of us” "Be discrete as we discussed. I want all of Sarah’s hair removed from the neck down."


"Yes Minerva, I shall treat Sarah as if she were a paying customer."


The waxing took the better part of 2 hours and Minerva I retired to my living room after breakfast planning a possible trip the Virgin Islands in October and talking about Sarah’s progress.


“Really, Michael, a pillow on the cot and you let her use the bathroom; what about the bucket, I thought we agreed on the bucket?”


“We didn’t agree we discussed it. I will allow Sarah hot water to bathe in as well....I can always take things away if needed.”


“Well, I think that you are being too soft on Sarah. A slave needs to fear her Master or Mistress, otherwise how does one enforce discipline?”


“I appreciate your advice my marvelous teacher but from now on I will be using my own methods with Sarah, Sanctorum or not.”


Minerva received an important call on her cell phone changing our plans. She left Mandy with me until tomorrow morning offering "While Mandy is here, have her cut Sarah’s hair? As a special treat you may have full use of Mandy until then I return tomorrow.”


"That is very magnanimous of you, Minerva. I accept, but as I said before, as diamonds to common glass my gracious teacher."


Minerva went downstairs to tell Mandy of the change in plans and then left. After a time, Mandy returned to report that she was done with Sarah's full body wax as she stood in my study doorway waiting for further instructions.


"You have permission to speak freely, Mandy, please have a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable. How long have you been owned by Mistress Minerva?"


"Six years, Master Michael."


"Obviously you know your place and what is expected of you. You move gracefully and naturally. I’m sure I will enjoy having you here and I hope you enjoy yourself as well. Consider your stay with me as a mini-vacation. You may address me as Michael when we are alone together. I want to tap into your experience and thoughts to make Sarah’s transition to her new life as easy as possible.”


"Thank you Michael, I have never been allowed that privilege with Minerva's friends before."


"There is a first time for everything my dear” I said, smiling, imagining Mandy with waist length honey blond hair “Your Mistress advised you were to pleasure me."


"I will comply with your wishes, Michael.”


I need your help with something else. I will greatly appreciate it if you will help me. Will you please do that for me, Mandy?"



“I will do anything you order me to, Michael, you know that.”


“I am not ordering, I am asking…pretty please? Will you kiss me, please?


Mandy put her arms around my neck and I put my hands gently around her waist and she kissed me tentatively at first and soon her little tongue was probing mine. After less than a minute she stepped back surprised.....”You really mean it, Master, I mean, Michael.....you’re being honest and sincere with me; I can tell by this one kiss....call it a woman’s intuition.”


“Yes I really do mean it; I’m asking Mandy the person to help me. We can discuss a few of my ideas and you can tell me yours while I prepare her brunch........”


I PREPARED SARAH’S MEAL of hot oatmeal with almonds, walnuts and dates. Sarah was also given plain yogurt, a banana, an orange and hot mint green tea.

Mandy waited in the kitchen sipping an Earl Gray while I brought Sarah’s brunch to her on a tray. I sat with her on the couch with my own cup of green mint tea. After she ate, I had her stand and face me to compliment her how beautiful she looked.


"This is so much better, don't you think? You need not answer. I want you to listen only. Turn around slowly so that I may look at you. I know you have been looking at yourself in the mirror. The flower of womanhood; your blossom of plump pink lusciousness is now fully exposed.


You will get accustomed to waxing to my Lady. I’m told that the first time is always the worst. You will be getting a proper haircut by Mandy later today as she told you. I am very partial to the bangs; they’re very sexy.”


I took her hand and kissed it “Relax your arm please.....good.... I’m going to place your hand at the base of your throat. You notice your hand is flat and your fingers are pointed up...put them closer together....yes like that.


There will be occasions when you need talk to me when you’ve been told to remain silent. When you place your hand thus; I will nod yes or no depending on the situation. You’ll know intuitively when it is appropriate to disregard.”


I took both her hands and said “Please relax Sarah” and I put them her arms around my neck “I want you to hug me.....yes, just like this..... Pretend we are dancing” and I put my hands on her waist and held her gently.


“Mandy has never visited here before. You know what the basement is like and what you must do to live in the rest of the house. I’m going to give you both the grand tour. You may not speak; you’ll cooperate and do as you’re told.....remove your collar” Sarah placed her hands on her collar with surprised
look in her brown eyes when she discovered how easily she was able to remove it.


“Yes I know.....without the small padlock your collar may be removed. You’ve unknowingly been on the honor system, Princess and had you removed it without permission......”I let the consequences hang unspoken......


I’ll dispense the leash and collar for now. They symbols of your submission nothing more however always remember their practical applications should they be needed.


You may put them underneath your pillow for safekeeping......very good.... pick up the tray and follow me upstairs. I prepared your meal and it is only fair for you to wash the dishes.”


My kitchen is a professional cooks dream with commercial grade major appliances and large cabinets and counters with granite countertops with lots of drawers. I should mention I like to cook as does my ex.


There are three large deep kitchen sinks should I need them. The kitchen is fully stocked with small kitchenware used by the professionals including pots and pans of all descriptions. Sarah and I prepare our meals together a few days during the week.


Sarah washed the dishes in the sinks by hand and after she finished I explained to her how to load and use the state of the state of the art dishwasher.


After the kitchen we went room to spacious room including the full bathroom on the ground level. I brought them upstairs to show them the six spacious

bedrooms; the Master Bedroom has an attached full bath. There is also a second full bathroom. Finally there is the Tub Room.


It has no toilet or sink. It has green tiled floor of intricate patterns of various shades of green and the same for green tiled walls. The massive custom made white porcelain bathtub with the traditional claw feet will comfortably accommodate six people comfortably and it must weigh a ton if it weighs an ounce. I spend a lot of time here soaking and thinking while listening to music; some of it planning about Sarah.


The tub room is full of plants. The transparent sea green glass shower can accommodate six people. It is entirely made of two inch thick virtually unbreakable boron glass with the floor textured for traction. It has multiple adjustable stainless steel pulsating shower heads at each station and niches in the walls for soap or shampoo bottles. I haven’t used this shower; just the tub and now it will serve me well.


Sarah appeared fascinated with the tub; I knew she was impressed with the house including the kitchen, however she actually walked into the shower on her own to touch the stainless steel fixtures and run her hand over the smooth glass walls. While she was there, Mandy brought us six towels from the hall closet, Pears soap and baby shampoo. We undressed and got into the shower with her.


“You may join us Sarah” I invited “you must wash your hair before Mandy cuts and styles it.


I began washing myself when Mandy came over to help me; this wasn’t part of the plan but what the hell. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips long and deep sighing contentedly and I returned kisses. Who am I to turn down an invitation from a beautiful woman or women now that I am a single man again and not bound by my wedding vows?


We soaped each other down and kissed, taking every opportunity to kiss as we massaged the reach creamy lather into our skin. Mandy shampooed my hair and I shampooed hers.


We got out and toweled off; drying each other’s back. Mandy dressed and I didn’t. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips whispering “I’m just being myself, Michael” she then gave my bare ass a playful slap before going downstairs to get everything ready in the kitchen.


All the while Sarah was standing with her eyes closed when she was peeking. She had a look of sheer bliss on her face standing under two streaming and pulsating shower heads with the luxurious hot water cascading like twin waterfalls over her glorious naked body; not bothering with her soap or shampoo as yet.


“Finish up Sarah it’s time for your haircut” and I watched Sarah wash herself and shampoo her hair; a simple pleasure to behold for she is a strikingly beautiful woman although I call her my pretty girl.


When Sarah came out I gave her a towel to dry herself while I dried her back with the other. My pretty girl followed me into my bedroom and waited for me while I went closet to get my robe and put it on......this was not part of the plan I discussed with Mandy or Minerva, however the outcome told all.


I pretended to rummage in the closet with my back to her looking for something and said “My boxer shorts and a the red flannel I’m looking for must be the dresser; will you get them out please?


My hand taser was in the top drawer and that was the one Sarah opened first to discover it. I put my robe on and turned to find her holding it in her hand staring at me “It is fully charged. The handcuffs and keys are in the middle drawer.


If you don’t believe me hold it away from your body and depress the orange button.....the electricity will arch between the electrodes with a crackling sound” and I walked past her to the dresser


Sarah continued to stare at me as I took the boxer shorts out of the drawer and put them on. “The shirt is for you by the way. It will have to suffice for now......she dropped the taser on the bed as if it was red hot and she was trembling. I picked it up and put it in the drawer and closed it.


“Put the shirt on please and sit next to me on the bed........thank you” The sleeves went down past her hands and I rolled up the cuffs for her.


“Do you remember when you told me about your favorite sea shells; the Kitten’s Paw and the Angel Wings and Sparse Dove and don’t forget the Antilles Glassy Bubble and the Button?


I remember the poem by Edith Nesbitt you recited to me by heart. It was the first Monday of October. Your eyes were closed and your imagination was soaring.


I’ll start....... ‘I gathered shells upon the sand, each shell a little perfect thing, so frail yet potent to withstand the mountain-waves wild buffeting, through storms no ship could dare to brave. The little shells float lightly save all that they might have lost of fine, shape and soft color crystalline.’



“I’m not angry with you about the taser....calm yourself....finish the poem. She closed her eyes and continued quietly.


‘Yet I amid the world's wild surge. Doubt if my soul can face the strife, the waves of circumstance that urge. That slight ship on the rocks of life. O soul, be brave, for He who saves. The frail shell in the giant waves will bring thy puny bark to land.... safe in the hollow of his hand’.


“That is a lovely poem, Sarah. Edith Nesbit wrote it and when our guests leave we will discuss it further.... it is time for your haircut and you may talk freely.”


Mandy was very thorough and meticulous, parting and then pinning it up Sarah’s hair several times before she even started cutting. She explained everything to Sarah although my pretty girl was quiet throughout her haircut.


It is obvious to me that Mandy is a perfectionist who takes great pride in her work. There were piles of Sarah’s cut long locks on the floor. Mandy finished by blow drying and touching up here and there to ensure the blunt cut met her exacting standards.


Sarah’s hair was cut straight across the bottom falling almost to the top of her shoulder blades and she had eye framing bangs. Mandy finished Sarah's makeover by meticulously applying Sarah's makeup taking her time and patiently explaining each step to her and encouraging questions and Sarah had many. This was the first makeup she had ever worn and my little Lady looked incredibly hot and seductive.


"Please shake your head, Sarah” I asked and she shook her head from the side to side and when she stopped the cut fell neatly back into place. I kissed her cheek “You look lovely" I whispered in her ear "not to mention sexy.”


I turned my back to her so that she couldn't see what I was doing and I kissed her again, pushing a Hershey's Kiss into her mouth with