Consensual Enslavement
CHAPTER 1: I Can Do This
“I can do this. I can do this. I will do this,” she kept repeating to herself as she watched a few lit houses pass by in the night. “Why do I feel scared? I shouldn’t feel scared at all. I know what I am doing. I chose to do this. Chose? Hell, I begged to do this. I went down on my knees to change his no to a yes,” went through her head as she remembered that meeting.
Mostly, she remembered question after question that he forced her to ask. “I kept asking questions and he just sat there smugly and answered every damn one of them. I thought I knew what would happen after eight years of doing what he does and he still surprised me. I’m good. I’m very good. I’ve proven that. Why do I need to do this? What do I have, what do I need to prove?” she thought and then answered her own, unspoken question. “I will prove that I can learn no matter what it takes.” She shuddered at the thought, not of what she knew, but what she didn’t know it would take.
The car came to a designated intersection and pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.
“We are here Mistress,” the driver quietly announced.
“Thank you, Alex. I see that. You’ve been very good to me these last three years and I trust you completely. I’m depending on you to take care of things for me while I’m gone. You have his contact information if there is a problem you can’t handle or if you need to reach me, but I expect that you won’t need it. You have my Power of Attorney for most things. I really don’t know when I’ll be able to contact you, but remember this, when I can, I will.”
“I know you will Mistress. I still wish you weren’t doing this. You told me why many times and I do understand your reasons. I will obey and keep your house safe for your return.” He shook his head, “I still don’t like it.
“Alex, you’ll do a wonderful job, and I will miss you very much. The year will pass quicker than you expect.” she smiled softly to him as she opened the car door and stepped out. “Now go. It’s almost midnight and my journey starts now and from here the instructions say I must go alone.”
“Yes Mistress. Please be safe,” Alex admonished as she closed the door and stepped away. He put the car in motion and continued down the street. She watched until the tail lights were lost in the darkness.
“Safe?” She chuckled. “What we do is not ‘safe’. It’s not my life or health I’m worried about.” She started walking. There were no street lights, just the lights from a few of the houses she passed which were still lit. As she walked, she looked around, thinking of normal people with their ordinary lives who were still awake at midnight which she glimpsed brief pictures of as she passed.
Turning at the corner, she continued walking. After about two blocks she came to the address she had memorized. The house was dark, as she expected. Walking up the driveway to the garage she skirted it and found the gate in the tall wooden fence which surrounded the backyard. It opened easily and closed quietly behind her. She looked around. The night was bright enough to see a few chairs, a table and what looked like a steel fire pit on a patio. As she approached her presence activated a security light. It illuminated the furniture but cast the house deeper into shadow. There were no other visible lights but she could see a door beyond the furniture and window blinds which were open. The room beyond was dark. If someone was there, looking out, she couldn’t see them, not that it really mattered….yet.
She walked softly across the grass to the table where she could see a dark bag sitting on what looked like a sheet of paper. Her instructions were waiting for her as was whatever was in the bag.
“Why am I trembling,” she asked herself as she stared at the folded paper. “I can do this. I will do this.” Pulling the paper out from under the bag she unfolded it and after reading the first line, she spoke aloud, “Of course it starts that way. Read it twice.” She grinned. “Always read the instructions before following them.” The first line read, 1. READ THE ENTIRE INSTRUCTIONS TWICE BEFORE STARTING. Quickly scanning the sheet, her smile and laughter faded. “I knew and expected some of this, but not to this extent.” Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she quietly repeated to herself, “I can do this. I will do this.” Then she read it again, more slowly this time.
The second line of instructions read, 2. IF AT ANY POINT YOU CAN NOT OR WILL NOT OBEY, STOP AND LEAVE. “You can’t scare me off that easily,” she said, looking up at the dark house and the watcher she knew must be there. “I’ll prove I can do this. Learn this. Be what I want to be.”
She read the third line again, 3. DO EVERYTHING IN THE SPECIFIC ORDER GIVEN. YOU WILL BE WATCHED. “I’d be watching too,” she thought as she smirked towards the dark house. “It’s going to be some show.”
“Now we get to the meat. At least I knew this was coming and this is almost always the first thing.” 4. REMOVE ALL OF YOUR CLOTHING INCLUDING SHOES AND ANY JEWELRY, THEN PLACE THEM ON THE TABLE. After setting the instructions back o the table, she lifted her skirt up and pulled her dress off over her head. Folding it, she placed it on the table next to the bag. Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped and removed her bra, folded it and laid it on the dress. After slipping her leather sandals off she pulled her panties down and stepping out of them, picked up the sandals as well. She folded her panties and they were added to the top of the clothing pile and the sandals were set next to her clothing on the table. She felt a little odd standing in the nude wearing only the glasses she avoided as much as possible. “I look much better with my contacts, but I’m not allowed them tonight.”
“Now for the bag. It’s not as if I didn’t already know most of it,” she added with a grin. 5. REMOVE THE CONTENTS OF THE CLOTH BAG AND PLACE THEM ON THE TABLE. The knot holding bag’s drawstring was simple to undo and the contents easily slid out onto the table. She sorted the objects, looking at each one. “Handcuffs and leg shackles,” she muttered. “No surprise there. Blindfold and gag. The same.” Taking a more careful look, she grinned. “A penis gag. Oh well, why not. A leash but no collar? Well, I’m not collared yet so that’s understandable. I can see where this is going. A lockable bag and lock. Matches? Right. They’ll be needed I suppose. Tissues? Why tissues? Does he think I am going to cry and have to blow my nose?” She scanned the list again, after remembering one of the instructions. “Oh, yeah. That’s another use for them. He’s doing his best to think of everything.”
She looked around at the quiet, normal seeming yard and house. “No one would have a clue what is happening here,” she thought. “I see that he was very serious when he said I would be starting with nothing. 6. PLACE YOUR IDENTIFICATION CARDS AND YOUR GLASSES INTO THE LOCKABLE BAG. Reaching into a pocket in her dress, she pulled out her driver’s license, medical cards and a single credit card. They slipped easily into the bag.
After looking at and quickly rereading down the rest of the list, she quietly removed her glasses, folded them and placed them into the bag. “At least I can still read the list and I certainly won’t be wearing my glasses with a blindfold.” She grinned. 7. CLOSE AND LOCK THE BAG WITH THE SMALL PADLOCK AND PLACE IT IN THE CLOTH BAG, THEN TIE THE CLOTH BAG CLOSED. Zipping the bag shut she slipped the loop of the little lock through the two zipper pulls. “I could still leave even after locking this but I won’t. I can do this. I will do this. He won’t get me to run that easily. I will prove that I have what it takes.” The lock closed with a very definite click. She couldn’t resist a little shudder. The sound was almost too final sounding.
Leaving the bag on the table and turning, she stepped to the metal bowl. The next instruction was simple. 8. REMOVE THE MESH COVER FROM THE FIRE PIT. Lifting and setting it on the ground beside one of the legs of the fire pit, she thought, “Now came the hardest part of the instructions. This was the Yoda moment,” Remembering the full quote, “Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try.” She did.
9. PLACE ALL OF YOUR CLOTHING INCLUDING SHOES AND JEWELRY ON TOP OF THE WOOD IN THE FIRE PIT. There were a few pieces of wood laid over crumpled up paper in the bowl. She could see and smell something on the wood. It was probably there to make it burn faster. Two deep breaths later she returned back to the table and put her shoes on top of her clothing, then carried the pile to the bowl. The clothing made a small stack on the wood, lying there, waiting for the next step.
10. USE THE MATCHES FROM THE CLOTH BAG TO LIGHT THE PAPER UNDER THE WOOD IN THE FIRE PIT, she remembered from the paper still on the table. With a step and reach she picked up the packet of matches then stepped back. “Here goes,” she thought as she struck her first match. It went out as she nervously dropped it in the bowl. Leaning forward with her hands close to the paper, she struck the second one and the paper lit easily. Standing up she watched it burn. There was a glow from under the wood and little tongues of flame started to dance at the edge of the pile where the wood was not covered by her clothing. “Good bye,” she thought. “He said not to wear or bring anything I would miss and this was why. I guess I really am burning my bridges, or clothing, behind me.”
She watched as the fire burned for a few minutes then the clothing smoldered and caught, brightening the night with the rising flames. She could smell the leather of her sandals start to burn as well. 11. ONCE THE WOOD AND CLOTHING HAS IGNITED, REPLACE THE MESH COVER OVER THE FIRE. She did so. Smiling over her thoughts, “I think that was supposed to be the hardest part, but I did it. I can do this. If I can do this, what is left should be easy.” Looking down at the fire then back to the table, she amended those thoughts. “Well, easier any way.”
Returning to the table she noticed the two bags still sitting there. “Oh shit. I wonder if he noticed? I hope it doesn't matter.” Shifting to the side and hoping she was blocking the view of the bags from the house with her body, with one quick move she slid the small bag inside the other then pulled the drawstring quickly closed. Tying the cord into a knot she set the bag back on the table.
The following step was not so simple. 12. IF YOU NEED TO URINATE, GO TO THE GRASS, FACE THE HOUSE, SQUAT, AND DO SO. WIPE YOURSELF WITH THE TISSUES FROM THE CLOTH BAG. “He wants me to humiliate myself, doesn’t he? Or does he?” she questioned. “There’s no one who can see me. Do I need to do it? How long until he will let me go if I need to later? Damn him. I can wait but I bet he won’t let me and make me hold out forever to force me to do something even more embarrassing.” She was starting to feel the urge. “Is he causing me to feel the need by thinking about it or did he just know I would by this time. Both? Neither? Or just guessing?”
“I’ve read of this kind of control but he hasn’t done anything yet? He isn’t even here. I won’t let him get away with this.” Stamping her foot on the pavement actually felt good. She did it again, then sighed and picked up the tissues. Walking past the fire pit and onto the grass she turned toward the house and squatted. “I hope you’re happy,” she said aloud, looking at the windows and the door, then peed on the ground. Wiping herself with the tissues she grimaced as she walked back to the table.
Setting down on a chair she tossed the used tissues on the table and picked up the instruction sheet once more. 13. ATTACH THE LEG CUFFS WITH THE LONG CHAIN TO BOTH YOUR ANKLES. “Not like I haven’t done this before,” as she picked up the cuffs, “except that they usually aren’t going on myself.” Fastening first her right ankle then the left, she stretched the chain to its limit. She knew she could walk, but certainly not run in them.
“Next….” she muttered. 14. PLACE THE LEASH CHAIN AROUND YOUR NECK AND CLIP THE END AROUND THE CHAIN LETTING IT DANGLE IN FRONT OF YOU. Picking up the chain, she ran it through her hand until she found the clip at the end of the leash. “No lock? I guess it won’t be on too long then.” Lifting her hair with one hand she slid the clip behind her neck and let it dangle for a moment on her breast. It was a simple matter to clip it around its own chain and let it dangle between her thighs as she sat there in the light from the fire.
15. ATTACH THE HANDCUFFS TO YOUR RIGHT WRIST ONLY. she read, nodding. “I still need my hands mostly free for the rest of these toys. Picking up the cuffs in her left hand she easily closed one cuff around her right wrist and let it dangle. She looked at the gag and blindfold still on the table.
16. PLACE THE GAG INTO YOUR MOUTH AND FASTEN IT TIGHTLY BEHIND YOUR HEAD. “I wonder how bad it will taste. At least it looks very clean.” She picked up the straps of the gag, one in each hand, then lifted it to her face then opened her mouth. The plastic pressed down a bit on her tongue. “Not too bad. At least it doesn’t press against the back of my throat,” she thought silently as she buckled the straps as tightly as they would go so it would hold. She had done this dozens of times on others and wanted it to look good so she adjusted it until it was the way she would have put it on someone else.
Picking up the paper again, she saw that she was almost to the end of her instructions. 17. FROM THIS POINT ON YOU MUST REMEMBER WHAT TO DO AND FOLLOW IT EXACTLY. Now she would have to remember the steps, even the obvious ones and do them. “At least I’m almost done,” she thought. “I’ve gone too far to stop now. I can do this. I will do this.”
It was time to stand up again. This time she must be more careful in her movements to not trip herself on the leg restraints. 18. LEAVE THE BAG ON THE TABLE. PLACE THE INSTRUCTION SHEET, THE USED AND/OR UNUSED TISSUES AND THE REMAINING MATCHES INTO THE FIRE PIT THEN BURN THEM. REPLACE THE COVER. She re-read the rest of the instructions one last time before folding the remaining matches and tissues into the instruction sheet and held it in one hand while picking up the mesh cover with the other. The fire was still burning. The paper caught easily and the matches briefly flared as she reset the cover. “Burn the evidence,” was her thought as she stepped back to the table. All that was left there was the blindfold and the bag on the table.
19. PICK UP AND CARRY THE BLINDFOLD IN YOUR LEFT HAND, WALK TO THE SQUARE GRAY MAT BEFORE THE DOOR. “I will do this, I can do this,” were the thoughts that kept running through her mind as she returned to the table and carefully picked up the blindfold in her left hand. Turning and walking around the fire pit, she looked for the mat on the ground the instructions mentioned. As she approached the patio door, a square, gray rectangle became visible about three feet in front of the door. It had edges like one of those square mats that fit together like puzzle pieces.
The next instruction was both simple and rather obvious, at least to her. 20. KNEEL ON THE MAT WITH YOUR THIGHS SPREAD AND KNEES AT EACH FORWARD CORNER. She did so and settled slowly and carefully down into the kneeling position. “If, or since he is watching, I might as well make this look good,” she thought, smiling into her gag. Carefully positioning each knee at the exact corner edge of the mat, her feet flat, she settled back onto her heels, it was time for the next item on the list.
21. COVER YOUR EYES WITH THE BLINDFOLD AND FASTEN IT TIGHTLY BEHIND YOUR HEAD. “More and more isolated, helpless and exposed. Puts me into a very vulnerable state to await you.” She knew it worked. She’d done it to others often enough. Just because she knew what was happening didn’t make it much less effective. Maybe it made it more effective? Lifting it to her face, she adjusted it, buckled and tightened the straps.
Taking as deep a breath as she could around the gag, she then completed the next, obvious step. 22. ATTACH THE HANDCUFF TO YOUR LEFT WRIST WHILE BOTH HANDS ARE BEHIND YOUR BACK. The left cuff snapped in place and she tugged them to make sure they were set then let her arms rest. “How long will he keep me cuffed this way,” she wondered? “Probably quite a while to keep me feeling helpless. I can do this. I will do this.”
Time became forever and an instant. She listened for the slightest sound. The little breeze that she heard became very loud at times. Remembering the next instruction, she realized that she was slumping forward. 23. YOU MAY EITHER KNEEL UPRIGHT KEEPING YOUR BACK STRAIGHT AND HEAD UP OR BEND FORWARD RESTING YOUR HEAD ON THE GROUND. Quickly her head came up and her back stiffened. “The fire must be dying down,” she thought as she listened very carefully. “My legs hurt. I’m going to lose feeling in them. I should have practiced kneeling more.”
“When will he come get me? How long has it been? I’m losing track of time. I can do this.” She shifted on her knees, trying to get feeling back into them. Remembering the rest of the instructions, she bent forward placing her head on the pavement. “That’s better. It takes the weight off my legs. Ohhh...they hurt. I did lose feeling and now it’s coming back.” She lifted her head up momentarily to glare at the door she could not see. “Will you PLEASE get out here? I want to get this over with.” No one heard and nothing happened.
She lifted her body upright and stretched her arms back as far as she could. How much she wanted to move. 24. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE MAT OR POSITION UNTIL GIVEN PERMISSION. “I can do this. I will do this.”
After an unknown amount of time, tears started to leak from her eyes and dampen the blindfold. She could feel her body start to shake. “NO! I will not cry! I am too strong to do this,” her inner voice raged. Her body didn’t listen. It hurt. A lot. Slumping down again, head to the ground, shaking, she cried. All this time, the last instruction had been going through her mind over and over. 25. THINK ABOUT HOW AND WHY YOU HAVE JUST DELIVERED YOURSELF THIS WAY. YOU ARE STRIPPED, BOUND, BLINDFOLDED, GAGGED AND READY FOR THE MASTER.
The door opened and through her sobbing, a voice was heard. “Now you are ready to continue. You can do this.”