For the first time in her life, Charlotte felt like she had found what was missing. For years she and her friends had commiserated about lost loves or the lack of success in Manhattan. Charlotte had made particular noise about the issue. Of the four ladies, she was hoping to marry first. But she was also known as the prude of the group, embarrassed to talk about even a simple blow job. She had always felt that the perfect relationship didn't require anything special, except mutual love and compatibility.

It wasn't that she had trouble meeting men. Her trim 5' frame and long dark hair offset her bright face. She knew that she was attractive and though she didn't usually wear formfitting outfits, she did take advantage of what she had with the most stylish and cut clothing. She was proportional for her size, her 34C breasts offset her 22 inch waist and 32 inch hips. She was pleased with her looks but still couldn't see why she couldn't find the right man.

Marcus seemed to be the perfect answer. He was a wealthy real estate developer living on the upper east side. His house, a double brownstone, was impressive from the outside, and cavernous on the inside. After the first two dates, Charlotte was certain that he would meet most if not all of her criteria, and that of her friends. Yet, despite the seeming perfection, there still seemed to be something lacking. It wasn't until the third date, the first time they made love, that she discovered something new.

In the lengthy conversations they would have over dinner, Marcus had made mention of his controlling instincts. They would laugh it off, proclaiming him a true Leo, but the subject would come up again. Charlotte could tell there was more to it than she could see. It wasn't until they made it to his bedroom for the first time that she discovered what that meant.

The room was massive, as were many of the rooms in his home. It was difficult to see past the iron canopy bed anyway, and no lights illuminated the room beyond. As she suspected, Marcus was sensual, standing her by the bed and carefully removing her clothes, kissing and touching her. A thrill ran through her spine and a smile across her face as she felt her nipples perk up to the attention. Once naked, Marcus turned her toward the bed and leaned in.

"Do you trust me," he asked in a soft yet firm tone. Charlotte felt a chill course through her, but she knew it was excitement.

"Yes," she whispered back. In answer, his strong hands gently pulled her arms behind her until her elbows met. The arm position was unusual to Charlotte. She could feel her breasts being pushed out from her body and her back arch. Her yoga and years of dance as a young girl made her quite flexible, but she had never experienced this. She wanted to protest as she felt a wide leather strap lace around her elbows and carefully bind them together. Any past boyfriend who even suggested tying her up would have been greeted with a slap and a quick departure. But Marcus' touch seemed to calm her and she found the restriction somehow exciting. So caught up in her thoughts she almost missed her wrists being bound together in a similar fashion, locking her arms behind her back, useless.

For a moment his touch disappeared, but when it returned, she felt his hand pull her chin up, then press a wide leather collar around her neck. Moving her hair, Marcus buckled it on; snug yet not uncomfortable, and Charlotte could hear the telltale sound of a small padlock clicking into place. Her face was flush with embarrassment and excitement. Turning her, Marcus kissed her deep, then lifted her onto the silk sheets. Reaching to the head of the bed, Marcus pulled a heavy length of chain up, locking it to the front of Charlotte's collar. The chain, only 3 feet long, allowed her some movement but not too much. Charlotte felt detached from the experience, the unusual feeling of leather around her neck, holding her snug, and the loss of her arms behind her felt strange. For a moment, she panicked, thinking that Marcus might be some type of crazy, taking advantage of her, abusing her then who knows what. But despite the frightening thought, she could feel a tingle between her legs as she imagined these things.

Rolling over turned out to be more difficult than she imagined without the use of her arms but she could feel Marcus towering over her at the side of the bed. She lay on her back, watching him examine her like an object, and a stir moved through her heart. For a moment she realized she should be mad, embarrassed, but the more she watched him watch her, and the more she felt how exposed and vulnerable she was, the more excited she became. Finally, Marcus undressed and joined her, making love to Charlotte with more energy and enthusiasm than she would have imagined. With strong hands and decisive moves, Marcus took advantage of her, and Charlotte enjoyed it, imagining she was a captive maiden and this was her master. Well, she thought, maybe there's more truth to that than fantasy.

After a long session of love making, Marcus finally rested, pulling Charlotte's head to his chest. She had no choice, but enjoyed the sound of his heart as he held her helpless body. She could feel the flush of excitement leaving her face finally. She had never orgasmed so much in a single night. The combination of the helplessness with the passion Marcus showed her created a feeling Charlotte had never experienced before. After a few moments, Marcus rose and she assumed it was to untie her. Instead, he returned quickly with two items. First, she was shocked when he pushed a huge red rubber ball into her mouth, wrenching her jaw wide. She tried to complain but the ball stifled any sound quickly. Despite the passion, she felt this was too much. As he laced the strap tightly, forcing the ball in deeper, she began to panic again, fearing that she had allowed herself to be totally at this man's mercy. Then, a blindfold covered her eyes, small padded circles forcing them shut and blocking out all light. As his hands left her, Charlotte moaned and struggled, feeling the harsh bondage of her arms, the heavy chain holding her to the bed and the gag keeping her mute. She tried to scream in complaint, twisting and fighting the bonds, but she also noticed that her pussy was damp again. It couldn't be, she said to herself as she continued to struggle. But despite the unchosen helplessness, Charlotte found herself calming and, without much warning, drifted off to sleep.

The next day was a confusion of emotions. She had awoken free of the bondage, Marcus having untied her while she slept, but she still could remember the feeling of the bonds. He could sense her troubled mind, but left her to the thoughts as they kissed. Rather than pushing him away, Charlotte found herself clinging to him even tighter, his strength somehow helping comfort her.

She wandered through the day, unable to resolve the conflict in her head. She knew that the bondage was wrong and dirty. She would never have consented to it if she knew what he had intended. Yet as she thought about it, she found herself with a slight smile and a thrill she hadn't felt before. When Marcus called late in the day and asked Charlotte to dinner at his place, she quietly accepted. Despite her fear, she knew there was something that Marcus had that she needed. As she set the phone back in the cradle, she secretly hoped that her own discovered passions could remain in check.

Unlike a typical dinner after an uncomfortable experience, Marcus was quick to bring up the events of the night before. As they sat in his exquisite dining room, he broke the awkward silence quickly.

"I want to talk about last night," he said, his strong gaze piercing her. Charlotte tried to swallow the salad gracefully.

"Ok," she said, the fear in her eyes clear.

"I'm sorry it was so abrupt, but from what I could see, you enjoyed it."

"Well, it wasn't what I expected," a blush. "But it was very exciting." Charlotte had to admit it. Even thinking about it now was making her excited. She was shocked at her quick response, struggling to control these new feelings.

"Charlotte, I think we could have a lot of fun together. I think you would enjoy even more of the same." His pause spoke volumes as he leaned in to her, taking her hand in his. "I think you would make a wonderful submissive." Charlotte wasn't sure what that meant.

"What would happen?"

"I would continue exposing you to different forms of bondage, ways to control you." Charlotte's heart was racing. She was more excited than ever, but her mind wanted to run from the room and never look back.

"And what is your goal?" Marcus paused, taking her hand even stronger.

"To make you my slave." Charlotte didn't know what to say. This wasn't anything like she had dreamt of all those years. She had always wanted family and stability. Instead, this man she could love was offering her enslavement. It couldn't possibly be real.

"Is this real," she asked. "I mean, what would happen in the end?"

"That's a long way away, Charlotte. I'm suggesting we explore a side of you that you seem to enjoy, despite what your head says. I'm suggesting we play some roles and see what happens."

"Will it hurt?"

"I'll be honest, depending on how far we go, there are times it might hurt."

"Like when?"

"If you disobey me, I will punish you. Some bondage can be painful as well." Charlotte's body was betraying her, her pussy wet with excitement. She wanted to put her hand there and pleasure herself but she didn't want to reveal the effects of Marcus'; words on her body. "If we go far enough, there are ways I would like to modify your body that would be painful, but would enhance your experience."

"Are there rules?"

"The only rule is that you must obey me at all times from this moment forward. If you do not, I will punish you. There are no safe words or ways to stop the training. We can set a time limit and after that time, see how you are feeling, but until then, I am in control. Do you understand?"

Charlotte nodded. She didn't know what to think. Her mind went to her friends and how they would react. In typical fashion, Samantha would say go for it, Carrie would worry and Miranda would want to know more. The unfortunate part was that she was usually the sensible one of the group. Now, with her own senses encouraging her to do it, she had no one to go to for logic. She found herself looking into Marcus' eyes and nodding.

"Alright," was all she said.

For the first two weeks, life for Charlotte remained fairly normal on the outside, though her love life with Marcus became increasingly unusual. At first, he introduced her carefully to the art of submission, teaching her how to kneel at his feet, spread her knees and avoid eye contact when they were alone at home. To her it was a game, something that sent a thrill through her each time she was with him. Marcus also insisted on nudity at home for her, except for a snug and wide leather collar locked to her neck, as well as cuffs on wrists and ankles. Charlotte found her shyness would not be tolerated and she quickly became accustomed to her new attire, for fear of the strap he liked to use on her. She had not enjoyed her "corrections", as Marcus liked to call them. With each mistake she made, she would receive five lashes from his 2-inch wide leather tarse. Despite the intense pain, she knew she deserved the punishment in their game of slavery. She also knew that after each stroke, her heart raced with excitement and her pussy grew more and more damp. She slowly began to crave his harsh treatment, despite her fear of where her passions might lead.

After only a few days, she found that Marcus would no longer allow her to sleep in bed with him. Instead, she was chained by her collar to the floor at the foot of the bed. Even though humiliation coursed through her body the first time he forced her to the floor and locked her in place, she also found her body tingling with exhilaration.

Almost continually, Marcus kept her arms locked behind her back, wrist and elbows touching, as he had bound her that first night. Though the location remained the same, he found ways to increase her discomfort each night. Larger ball gags soon made way for inflatable gags that wrenched her mouth so wide she thought her jaw would dislocate. Eventually, harsh harnesses were used to pull her head back severely, as a strap connected the top ring to her elbow bondage. Soon, her ankles were pulled up to meet her elbows as well, bending her body into a tight U, then a strap connected her ankles to her head, increasing the severity ten fold. The first Saturday night after agreeing to submit to Marcus, Charlotte found herself being prepared for something different. Her arms still bound behind her harshly, Marcus removed her collar. Fitting a leather waist cincher, he began to lace it tightly. Charlotte began gasping as her waist was cruelly constricted beyond anything she had ever experienced. Soon, Marcus tied off the lacing and held up a small mirror for her. Her already small waist had been reduced to almost 18 inches, she guessed. Though the look was somehow erotic, she found herself nearly panting from the pressure.

"Spread your legs," Marcus commanded. She did as she was ordered, still horrible aware of the hairless nature of her crotch. On her second night with Marcus, he had insisted she apply a special balm to all her skin beneath her neck.

"This will permanently remove all hair from your body, Charlotte," he had said. "This will be the first of many permanent changes you must accept to be my slave." Charlotte hesitated only briefly before applying the cream. She felt a tingle, then simply wiped her skin clean. As the final evidence of hair on her pussy was removed, Charlotte felt more exposed than ever. And the thought of being hairless like a child for the rest of her life brought new meaning to submission.

As she remembered the experience, she felt Marcus attach something to the back of her waist cincher. She nearly jumped as she felt a long metal dildo slip into her pussy. Seemingly endless in length, it filled her fully. Soon, another began pressing against her anus and she bit her lip as the second metal penetrator slid deep into her ass. A wide strap was pulled up between her legs, then attached to the front of her corset, holding both dildos in firmly. Macus ordered her to lay down on a black, rubber object, and he began strapping her tightly into a heavy rubber body bag. The latex stretched tight up her already bound body until it cocooned her in a thick, pliable material. Soon, wide leather straps circled her body as well, removing any ability to flex. At one point, she could feel him working at her feet, then slowly, a pressure forced her toes into an en pointe position. As Marcus locked a strap in position, cramping had already begun in her calves, the unusual position of her feet making her muscles rebel. Charlotte began to panic as claustrophobia set in, her controlled and restricted body fighting against the harsh bondage. As he finished with her body, Marcus turned to her head, stretching a tight latex hood over it. The compression of the strange material increased her sense of helplessness, as tears began to streak down her cheek, then across her rubber covered skin. The mouth-less hood pressed the massive ball gag even further back into her mouth. As the ball attempted to stretch her mouth wider, the tight rubber pressed back. Charlotte moaned in helpless frustration. Assuming he was done, Charlotte's eyes grew wide as Marcus reached for another object. Holding the new piece of rubber in a ball, he pushed out two tubes that began to slip up into her nostrils. Halfway up their length, rubber stops began to slip into her nose, blocking off the nostril. Soon, Charlotte could feel the strange sensation of the tubes slipping toward her throat, making her choke. But the stoppers fit snuggly, deep in her nostrils, stopping the intrusion. She found it quite easy to breath, despite the unusual device.

"Can you breath," asked Marcus. Charlotte nodded, and Marcus went back to work. Releasing the ball of latex, he began stretching a much smaller, heavy rubber hood over her head. As she saw the purpose of the additional hood, Charlotte tried to struggle, panic setting in. She had forgotten to tell Marcus how claustrophobic she could get. She tried to make a sound, but the combination of huge gag, rubber hood, and the addition of the second layer made sound nearly impossible. Soon, despite the fear growing in her heart, it was too late. The rubber hood stretched beneath her chin, then was forced up and over her face. She watched through tear filled eyes as rubber stretched over her, removing all sight. With some additional struggling, Marcus soon had the hood fit snuggly over the first hood. Sealing the ends, he then fit a wide posture collar around her neck, hiding the base of both hoods and creating a nearly perfect form in bondage.

Marcus stood back, enjoying the sight of his new slave in complete and utter bondage for the first time. He reached into his pocket and took a small remote control device, clicking the on switch.

Charlotte, already lost in her own nightmare of immobility, pain and fear, jumped as both dildos in her came to life. With a combination of vibration and motion, they assaulted her orifices mercilessly. She moaned behind her gag, unable to fight the onslaught. Her ass began to burn, unaccustomed to any intrusion, much less the combination of pulsing and writhing. Almost without warning, she found herself climbing to orgasm, as she bit down hard on the gag. The scream of her climax sounded like a distant cry to Marcus, who got into bed with a smile.

Charlotte was certain she had been forgotten, locked away in total bondage. She had not slept much at all, not only due to the restriction, but also from the series of massive orgasms she had experienced. Considering the pain and fear she was still experiencing from her bondage, she was surprised that she could become so aroused. Instead, she felt panicked, on the verge of hysteria, as she desperately tried to move any part of her body. But the leather straps and rubber held her firmly. Instead, she could only focus on the onslaught between her legs, as another wave of passion began to overtake her.