I woke up on a bed, in an unfamiliar bedroom. I sat up and looked

around. It was a very well-furnished bedroom, obviously someone with

money lived here. So how did I get here? I noticed that I was still

dressed in the clothes I last remembered wearing. I stood up, and

determined that I felt fine, I just had no idea how I got here, the last

I remembered I was sipping coffee and talking to some guy in a

neighborhood cafe. I noticed two open doors at one end of the room and a

closed door at the other end. Deciding to have a look around, I went

toward the open doors first. As I approached, it became obvious that the

door on the right led to a bathroom. I stuck my head in, and saw that it

was pretty fancy - shower, tub with water jets, bidet, toilet and basin,

lots of towels.

Checking the second open door, I couldn't see any furnishings until I

entered the room. The walls were filled by an outdoor mural containing

mountains, a forest, and animals of all kinds, floor to ceiling. At the

far end of the room. was a kind of control or security panel, with lots

of switches and TV monitors. I walked closer and looked at the monitor,

and gasped. It was her, my Slave, Marlene.

I instantly flashed with anger, thinking that this was some sick scheme

the organization was behind. She was naked, in the Instructional Pose,

kneeling in a spotlighted area in a dark room. I noticed that she wore

no manacles, belt, or collar.

There was a microphone on the table beside the monitor, so I pressed the

talk switch, and said "Where are you?" I knew she heard me, because she

jumped at the first sound of my voice, then smiled. But she remained

silent. I said, "Respond, Slave!" and she said, "Master, the Slave's

room is in the basement, Master... Master, the Master's keys and crop,

and the Slave's bonds, are in a drawer below the monitor table,

Master... Master, please find the door in the wall and join your Slave,

press the deer's left eye and the door will open, Master."

I gathered up the keys, crop, manacles, belt, and collar, and turned off

the monitor. The door was easy to find using her instructions. It opened

to a plain concrete and steel staircase leading down one flight. I

closed the door behind me and went down. A short distance from the

bottom of the stairs was another closed door. I opened it and went in.

It was like the observation room at her original room, minus the

computer interface. There were more monitors, camera switches, and light

switches. I could see into the dark room through a one-way mirror, and

off to my left she was kneeling under a spotlight. I turned on all the

lights in her room, and tried the door that obviously led to the room.

It was locked, so I tried my keys and soon found the right one to open

the door.

Entering the room, I walked up to her. Her stomach was flat and

prominently displaying the slight mounds defining abdominal muscle

groups, she had lost weight and toned her muscles. She was posed

perfectly, with her hands resting on her thighs, palms up and fingers

straight. But what stood out was the extent to which she had spread open

her legs. They were almost pointing straight out to her sides. That had

to hurt like hell. Her pussy lips were spread wide open. I said, "Slave,

tell your Master what is going on. Respond." She said, "Master, there's

a lot to tell, Master. Master, it would go faster if we could

temporarily just talk, Master. Master, this Slave has missed wearing its

bonds, and would like very much to have them reattached, Master."

I said, "Temporarily, Slave, no formal responses, we will just discuss

what the hell is happening here. Do your legs hurt, being that far

apart?" She said, "They did, Master, but now the Slave can't feel

anything in its legs." I said, "Can you stand up?" She winced as she

tried to move her legs, and said, "Master, the Slave is unable to stand

right now, its legs are asleep." I put down the crop and bondage gear

and went behind her. Putting my arms under hers, I raised her to a

standing position and held her up. She started moving her legs around

and shaking them one at a time, and after a while said that she thought

she could support herself. I slowly released her weight, and saw that

she was shaky but able to stand. After a few minutes, I told her to try

to walk. She took a few hobbling steps, and said that she was still

feeling pins and needles, but that she could walk if the Master ordered

it.

I asked her how long she had held the Instructional Pose, and she asked

me what time it was now. I told her the clock in the bedroom had read

1:15, and she said that would make it 5 and a quarter hours she had been

Posed, waiting for her Master to wake up and find her. I asked her how

long it had been since she had eaten or slept, and she said over 24

hours, not since her Master had been brought to the house. Finally, I

asked her when was the last time she had a drink of water or used the

toilet, and she said she did both right before assuming her Pose. She

then asked me to please reattach her bonds before we continued. I said

that first she must tell me why she had sat for over 5 hours with her

legs spread so far that it caused her pain. She said that she had wanted

to please her Master and to show him that the Slave was worthy to

continue its training.

I said that from this moment on, the spread legs rule of the

Instructional Pose was being modified. I told her that she would never

again sit with her legs spread so far apart that it caused her pain. I

said that this also applied to every other aspect of her life, that

unless specifically ordered to put herself into a painful position by

her Master, she would not do so. Spreading her legs "as far as possible"

meant as far as possible without causing pain. I asked her if she

understood that modification to her rules, and she replied that she

understood.

I gathered up the bonds one by one and began putting them on her. I saw

right away that they were not the same design used by the organization,

but they were close enough to be functional. There were two sets of

ankle restraints, the steel ones and the padded leather ones. I chose

the padded leather. The segmented metal belt fit her perfectly, snug but

not too tight.

As I reattached her bonds, I began assessing her body. Her weight loss

had achieved exactly the effects we had planned for when she was at the

organization. Her breasts were smaller but still substantial. Her waist

was thinner. Her upper arms and thighs had begun to look slightly bony,

but our original plan would still work there too, to put on some muscle

to offset the thinning effect of fat loss. Her pussy was still

clean-shaven. She was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen

close-up.

When she had all her bondage gear on again, she asked me to please

restrain her wrists behind her back, and she sighed when I did that.

Then I asked her if she needed water, and she said she needed a drink

and a toilet break. I took her to the toilet area, noticing right away

that it was similar, but not identical to her original training room.

Most obviously, the lowering mechanism associated with the commode was

missing. She saw me looking at what replaced it, and said she was sorry,

there wasn't enough time to design and build a similar mechanism. The

replacement simply had unmoving padded bars that the Slave hooked its

arms over, and stirrups the Slave put its feet into. The end result was

the same as the original, the Slave was suspended over the toilet bowl,

with its legs straight and widespread.

The penis drinking fountain looked the same. She showed me a dial on the

wall above it to set the amount of water delivered during each

discharge, and said it could be set anywhere between 2 and 16 ounces. I

looked at it and saw that it was currently set to 4. I asked her if she

had any longer attachments than the 3-inch one currently installed. She

said she never knew there were longer ones, that she could have some

made if the Master wished.

I let her have 6 discharges of water, a glass and a half. Naturally she

didn't spill a drop. Then I directed her to the commode, but she asked

if I would please give her an enema first. I had her assume the Pose and

gave her a warm-water enema. Then she expertly mounted the simpler

apparatus over the commode, and waited for permission to expel her

waste. I asked her if this would be a good time to for a long discussion

about what was going on. She smiled and said, "Whatever the Master

wishes." I walked up to her and caressed her breasts and pussy for a few

minutes. She sighed contentedly, and her nipples hardened immediately. I

said, "Is it really you? I thought you had left me forever," and she

answered, "All of this has been done for you, my Master. Your Slave will

explain everything."

I told her to release her waste, which she did immediately. When she was

finished I ordered her to dismount and go to the bidet. When she stood

up, she almost fell to the floor, but I caught her in time. She said

that perhaps she should eat, the hose and funnel were ready in the

Master's enclave. I said we weren't going to do things her way any more

until I understood what was going on. I held her while she squatted over

the bidet, then dried her off. I asked her what was upstairs, and she

said it was the Master's house. I asked her what that meant, and she

said it meant that it was a house, and that it belonged to the Master. I

asked her if there was more to it than the bedroom, and she laughed and

said yes, it's a real house. God, how I had missed that laugh. I asked

her if the house had a kitchen with food, and she said yes, the kitchen

was fully stocked.

I led her to the exit door, unlocked it, and ordered her to go through.

She stood still, and said. "Master, the Slave belongs in its room until

training is completed." I told her that training wasn't even going to

start until I knew what the hell was going on, and for her to get her

ass through the door and up the stairs. I said for her to think of this

as a preview of a slave's life after training.

We went up the stairs and into the bedroom. I found a closet and looked

to see if there was anything in there suitable for her to wear. It was

all men's clothes, including a couple of leather outfits. Everything

looked like my size. I asked her if she had any clothes here. She said

her clothes had been moved to a closet in the guest bedroom, that she

didn't know if she would ever need them again, but she hadn't wanted to

destroy them yet without the Master's permission. I had her lead me to

her clothes.

I was looking for something suitable for a Slave to wear around the

house, but these were all normal women's clothes. Most of them she could

never wear again - assuming, of course, that she really was still my

Slave. Finally I found a long colorful blouse that buttoned up the

front. I unfastened her wrists and told her to put the blouse on but not

button it. It was just long enough to cover her ass, but even

unbuttoned, it came together in front to hide her body. So I had her

find a couple of safety pins, gathered the blouse material in the back

and pinned it, so that her breasts, stomach, and pussy were exposed. I

rolled her sleeves up above her elbows. Cute as a button.

I didn't think she was in any shape to remain standing for long or to

kneel again, so I explained one of the extensions of the "no sitting"

rule, that came into play after training was over. A slave can never sit

while its ass is naked. If the Slave is wearing an article of clothing

that covers its ass, as she now was, the Slave can sit. However, the

Slave must always move the clothing aside as it sits, so that its bare

ass is resting on whatever it is sitting on. I told her that most Slaves

find that to be the most self-contradictory, ridiculous, and annoying of

all the rules imposed upon them, and I asked her how she felt about it.

She said that it was very clever, it forced the Slave to confront the

fact that it was different from all others around it, even when it was

dressed normally. She said she assumed that this rule was enforced even

in public, where it would be most effective. I said that it was always

enforced in public, and that she was even smarter than I always thought

she was.

I had her practice sitting on a chair, pulling up the tail of the blouse

as her butt contacted the chair. She said that just performing that act

with me watching was humiliating for her, she could only imagine how she

would feel doing it in front of a room of strangers. I told her that her

humiliation was the whole point, and that she would wear clothing and

develop techniques that would be subtle enough that most people wouldn't

notice, but she would always know that some likely would notice. I

pointed out a direct consequence of this rule, that a Slave never, ever

wore panties, shorts, or pants, only skirts and dresses. Usually a

Slave's skirts and dresses were especially designed with a slit at the

rear, which was not apparent when the Slave was standing or walking, but

which allowed the material to be pulled aside as the Slave was sitting.

To see how easily she could be shocked these days, I added that such

designs were also handy when the Master wanted to bend the Slave over a

park bench or the hood of a parked car and fuck it. She laughed, and

said that had occurred to her, too. I told her that later we would

inspect all of her clothing to determine which articles were suitable or

could be modified as Slave wear, and destroy everything else.

I found a pair of plain, 3-inch high heel shoes, and had her put them

on. Then I had her lead me to the kitchen. While she sat in a chair

where I could see her, I rummaged around in the kitchen and found the

necessary utensils and food to make a T-bone steak and a garden salad.

When all was ready, I grabbed the food and told her to lead the way to

the dining area. I put the food on the table, arranged two chairs

side-by-side in front of the food, and watched her while she sat in one

of the chairs. When she was seated with her bare ass on the chair, I

fastened her wrists behind her back, then asked her if there was any

wine. She told me where it was kept, and I shortly returned with a glass

of red wine for me and a glass of water for her.

We started eating. I would feed myself, then feed her. We didn't talk

much during the meal. She was obviously starving, and I concentrated on

divvying up the food fairly between us. I gave her a sip of wine now and

then, but mostly kept her on the water. I'll confess that a few times

during the meal my hand wandered over her breasts and her pussy, and she

didn't seem to mind that at all. When we were finished eating, I carried

the dishes back to the kitchen, then came back, released her wrists, and

said, "Now we'll talk, where's a good place?"

She led me to the living room. I noticed that a fire had been laid in

the fireplace, and I told her to light it while I went back to the

kitchen for another glass of wine. When I returned I sat on the couch,

then had her kneel in front of me, her knees touching the front of the

couch. She immediately put her head in my lap, and said she had longed

for this day since the last time she had seen me. "When was that?" I

asked, "About a year and a half ago, by my estimate." She looked up into

my eyes, and said "Yes, Master, I'm so sorry it took this long to get

everything ready."

"Why did you do all of this? And how did you do all of this? And where

is this place?" I caught myself starting to babble, paused, and told her

to just tell me her story in her own words.

Her story was really pretty simple. During that confrontation with the

organization, I had told her that we could trust them to keep their word

on the deal they made with us. She disagreed, she didn't trust them at

all, so she decided to make her own arrangements. She didn't see any

reason they should have her $300,000 when she and I could make better

use of it. She was also afraid that they would start rooting around,

find out she had a lot more that $300,000, and try to take everything.

The lawyer they sent with her was only interested that she not speak to

anyone about the organization, plus he was an idiot. It never occurred

to him that she would take off, which she did at the first opportunity.

She made a beeline to her own lawyer, a lifelong friend and business

partner with her late father, who managed her considerable fortune -

money she had been born into but had never been interested in until now.

She explained her situation to him, and told him what she needed to do,

which was disappear from the face of the earth and be reborn as another

person. And she also told him she finally had a use for some of that

money. After assuring himself that she really knew what she wanted, he

effortlessly connected her with the right people to make it all happen.

The short version was that Marlene was never heard from again, this

house was bought in another state, and extensive modifications were

begun. The basic construction was done by local contractors, but for the

custom finish work, she brought in special out of state contractors who

were as discrete as they were competent. She oversaw the detailed finish

work herself, ignoring the many sneers and snide comments she overheard

daily, trying her best to get everything as close as possible to her

memories of the original room. From what I had seen so far, she did

pretty well.

The work was completed a few weeks ago the only thing she needed now was

me. All the time she was readying the house, a private detective was

working on getting me. He had paid enough money to buy inside

information about who I was and my activities within the organization.

He knew that I was persona non grata since Marlene's disappearance - no

longer trusted to be a trainer, but too much of a risk to kick out of

the organization. They kept me close at hand for over a year, doing

menial work for them for no pay. They finally decided that I was

harmless and sent me packing. I had spent most of the time since then

looking for food, shelter, and work. The private detective had shadowed

me, waiting for word that she was ready for me. When that word was

given, he drugged me and I woke up here in the bedroom.

After thinking about all she said, I still had lots of questions. To

begin, I asked, "When you said this was my house, did you mean that the

upstairs is the Master's quarters and the basement is the Slave's

quarters?"

"No, Master," she said. "I meant this is your house. You own it. You own

it all. Everything I once had, the house, the land, and all of the money

is yours now. I have nothing."

"You can't do that, it's insane," I screamed. "How do you know you can

trust me? How do you know I want it?"

She held my gaze, and said softly, "Master, I trust you with my life.

Everything I am, I give it all to you. The money means nothing if I

don't have you as my Master, my owner, my teacher, my lover. I'm so

sorry, it never occurred to me that you might not want it. If you don't

want it, we will work out another plan. Please Master, we will do

whatever you want, whatever you decide. Just be my Master." Tears were

forming in her eyes.

"Never fear, my Slave. That is the one thing you will never have to

worry about. I am your Master, now and forever. We will talk about the

money again, but no more for now. I can see that this Slave is exhausted

and needs to go to bed."

"Yes, Master, she said. "I'm afraid the Slave's bed does not meet the

standards of the original one the Slave tried to copy. But I hope is is

close enough to satisfy the Master."

"We'll look into that tomorrow, Slave," I said. "Tonight, the Slave will

sleep in the bedroom with its Master, without its bonds. They will be

reattached tomorrow when we return to finish touring the Slave's room."

She started to object, but I added, "That is a direct order, and severe

punishment will be due if it is not obeyed."

"Yes, Master."

I stood up and said, "Now Slave, you will remove your Master's clothing,

then remove your own clothing, then crawl into your Master's lap for

some cuddling." She stood and removed my shirt, pants and shorts. She

then knelt and kissed my cock, then took it into her mouth. Of course it

stiffened immediately. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Slave," I

said, and sat down. I offered her my feet, and she removed the shoes and

socks. Then she stood and removed her blouse and shoes. I motioned for

her to turn around, and she slowly turned in a circle for inspection.

"You were a ten before, now you're a twelve," I said, "now come here."

She climbed in my lap and curled up with her head on my chest. I was

lightly kissing her and caressing her thigh, and within seconds she was

asleep.

I carried her to the bedroom and put her in the bed. After removing her

bonds and placing them on the bedside table, I covered her and went to

take a shower. Crawling into bed beside her, I went to sleep with a hand

on her pussy. The last thing I remember was looking at her face, the

clock on the table read 5:00 PM.

I woke up when I heard her crying. I looked at the clock and saw it was

2:00 AM. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Master, this Slave is afraid," she said. "Master, the Slave belongs in

its room, restrained. An untrained Slave should not be left

unrestrained, Master. The Slave thought it would be allowed to resume

its training once the Master arrived. Is the Master not going to train

his Slave?"

Alarm bells started going off in my mind. I pulled her into my arms and

said, "You were unrestrained and alone for the last year and a half, and

it seems to me that you did pretty well on your own. You know that you

are perfectly able to function on your own, you're a strong, intelligent

woman. What's really wrong?"

"Oh, Master, I was so certain I was doing exactly what you wanted. I

know I should have talked to you about it first, but there was no way to

do that without them hearing. So I just did it. I didn't think it was

right for the Master to be dependent on his Slave for anything, so I

gave it all to you. I've worked so hard, but now I'm afraid I've ruined

everything, that you'll never be happy here with me now. If you want me

to leave, Master, I will. I don't want you to be unhappy with me, I will

go away any time you say. Or you can put me in my bed in the training

room and just leave me there. Whatever you want, Master. Anything."

"I told you before that I will always be your Master. That means that I

will never leave you. I thought I had lost you forever, and now you've

come back to me, how could I not be happy? You will never again decide

on your own whether or not I am displeased with you. When I am

displeased with you I will make sure that you know it. Nothing I have

seen here displeases me. It is all delightful and astounding, that you

would do all this for me. There will be no more talk about me leaving or

sending you away. That will never happen. I want to hear you say that

you will never leave me and that you know I will never leave you. I want

to hear you say that we are a team." She repeated it. I told her to

repeat it again, and make me know that she believed it. She looked into

my eyes and repeated it as if they were her own words. I told her I

believed her.

"Furthermore," I said, "this money thing is going to be settled right

now, because I can see that it is eating at you. Tomorrow we are going

to take whatever steps are required through your lawyer to transfer

everything back to you, where it belongs. You and I will always know

that you are my property, that I own you. And by owning you, I own

everything that you own. So there will be no question of the Master

being dependent upon the Slave for anything. It is all mine, to take

when I want and to do with as I please, regardless of what the law

thinks. Do you understand and agree to that solution?"

She shook her head that she did, and smiled at me. I told her that I

needed to hear her say that she agreed with that solution, and she said

it. I asked her if she had had enough sleep for awhile, and she said

yes, so I told her to go and get us some food and a glass of wine, and

that after I fed her I was going to fuck her. She leaped out of bed and

ran to the kitchen.

I lost track of how many times we did it, and how many times she came.

Sometimes her orgasms ran together for minutes at a time. She sucked my

cock for the first time, I fucked her pussy for the first time, and of

course she insisted I use her ass many times. I spent about 15 minutes

just working on her clit with my tongue, and she had one orgasm after

another the whole time.

We would stop when we were both exhausted, and hold each other until one

or the other of us started up again, then we would go at it some more. I

was long past worrying that she was going to kill me with sex. Then a

little past 7 AM, it happened. She was sitting on my cock with her hands

on my chest, and I was caressing her breasts, when the bedroom door

opened and a distinguished gentleman in a suit walked in. He paused,

took in the view, and said, "Good morning, Sir. Hello, Carrie, I thought

you would be downstairs. Would either of you like some breakfast?"