A Night in the Desert

Chapter XVI

Inside he took her past the living room into the hallway. She heard him open a door. He took her inside a room and then removed her blindfold. It was the same bedroom she had slept in the night before. "Stand in that circle and do not leave it without permission." She stepped across the line in the carpet as he let go of her arm. She watched him as he brought in a folding chair and sat down. He looked at her intently. "Face me," he ordered in a commanding voice. At an angle, she turned to face him, looking into his eyes. "You forgot something" he reminded her. She looked to either side, careful not to turn away from him. What had she forgotten? Looking down she remembered, her stance. She had missed it again, his rule that she always stand with legs apart when her ankles were shackled. Quickly she corrected herself, pulling the connecting chain taut. This was the second time she had made that mistake. As if he had read her mind he said, "that's twice now. Next time I'll make sure you remember." Those words worried her. She didn't have any idea of what he would do to make sure she remembered but from his tone of voice she could tell he wasn't pleased. She didn't consider it to be an idle threat.

He leaned back in the chair, his arms folded. She saw his eyes sweep up and down, appraising her. Embarrassed by his frank stare at her nude body, she blushed and lowered her eyes, but carefully did not block his view. Granted there was little she could do to cover herself, but she couldn't even turn away lest she appear to disobey him. "All my life," he began, "I wanted something like this, to see a woman stand in front of me, stripped of her clothing and bound in chains, obedient to my every command, powerless to resist me. Just like you, Sue Ann, my dreams have become reality. I should be ashamed of myself, treating you like a slave, forcing you to obey me. But you know what? The truth is I like it." She had to smile, hearing her own words quoted back to her. "I'm not going to stop. I'm not going to let you go. Neither am I going to give you a choice as to what I do with you. Don't ever forget I own you. The only control you have left over your life is to choose how well you will cooperate with me."

He stood up and began walking around her circle. She started to turn to keep facing him. "No, face the chair, eyes front, and stand still. I don't want you to move or make a sound." She stopped and turned back to the chair. He stood behind her, just outside her circle on the floor. "Our relationship will be based on complementary roles. We each fulfill the other's needs." She could feel him very close behind her. His arms encircled her, his hands on the cuffs around her wrists. "I need you as much as you need me, Sue Ann," he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes and leaned back into his arms. She longed to touch him and hoped he would free her hands, but she knew better than to ask. He held her for a moment longer, and then walked back in front of her and sat down again. She watched him, this time mindful of her proper stance. "You have permission to speak."

Finally! But what to say? She thought for a moment while waiting to see if he was going to continue talking. "May I ask questions?" she asked. He nodded but said nothing. She had to choose her words carefully, at least for now. Although he hadn't yet set any limits on what she could ask, still she didn't know him and couldn't anticipate how he would react. Given her present circumstances she definitely did not want to anger him. "What is your name?" Sue Ann asked him. If she knew his name he wouldn't seem so much the stranger.

He answered right away, "I'm not going to tell you that just yet. For the moment you may address me as 'sir'. When you need to know my name then I'll tell you. I won't explain why."

The finality of his answer ended that line of inquiry. He made it clear he wasn't going to allow her to go any further with that question. "Yes sir. What's going to happen to me?" It would be nice to know his intentions; maybe he would talk about what he wanted.

"To a certain extent, that depends on you, Sue Ann. I know what I intend to do with you, if that's what you are asking?" She nodded. "I am going to be your master, and to be that I am going to make you my slave. You understand what that means? I am going to teach you to be dependent on me. I will control every facet of your life. Your life will be one of rules and limits. You will learn to ask permission, in time you will come to realize you need my consent, my approval, for everything you do.

"You have no property, no money, no possessions. Even your body now belongs to me. And I won't stop there, I want to possess your mind as well, to control and direct your thoughts. I will be in charge of any contact between you and the outside world. You will eventually meet and talk with other people, but on my terms. Remember you are a fugitive. Naturally you are not allowed to leave the house unless you are with me, nor are you allowed to contact anyone except through me.

"That's what will happen. If you cooperate, show me you are serious and diligent in learning, that you will serve and obey me as I wish, then you will have a good life with me. If you choose not to cooperate, I will force you to do it anyway. Your life won't be so enjoyable. I would rather not do it that way, but make no mistake you will become mine, no matter how long it takes."

The way he spoke made it sound like a foregone conclusion she would become his slave. And maybe he was right. There was no escape from this place, and no where to go if she did. She'd be in that Mexican prison within a week if she were on her own. Too, she had to admit what he described was appealing. She had thought about being sullen and uncooperative, but hearing his voice triggered a desire in her to please him, to do whatever he asked of her. She liked the self assurance she saw in him, the way he was assertive and decisive but not overbearing. He had kidnapped her, but it was really more of a rescue.

She tugged at the handcuffs on her wrists, holding her hands close to her waist. He had kept her in chains since he first took her. He noticed the movement and pointed to her hands. "You are probably wondering why I keep you in restraints. There are a couple of reasons for it. First, and most important to you, is that I want to. I enjoy seeing you dressed in nothing more than chains. It makes you look sexy and attractive. Think of it as a sort of jewelry." He laughed, and she had to smile. "Second, it's for your own protection. No, I'm not being sarcastic." The expression on her face must have given away her thoughts. "Those cuffs make it very difficult for you to try to fight back or escape. So difficult you won't try it. Without them you might try to defy me or attempt to run away, and then I'd have to get physical. The result is you would get hurt."

That made sense to her. It was easier to follow his commands if she had no alternative. To her surprise she realized she liked that too. Maybe that was the reason she had become so fascinated by bondage in the first place. As for his first reason, the way he looked at her as he made her display herself left no doubt he was enjoying it. She knew what it meant when a man looked at her that way. That didn't bother her either, in fact she felt some satisfaction in knowing she could hold his attention. She realized it was important to her, that he desire her.

She had many more questions she wanted to ask. "I don't want to oppose you, sir. I'll be cooperative and try my best to obey you. But I don't know what to do, can you teach me, instruct me on how to serve you? What will my life here be like?" She had read about domination and submission, even about master and slave relationships on the Internet, but all she had learned was that she didn't know very much about it.

He answered immediately. "Don't worry about not knowing what to do. One thing I promise, you will always know exactly what is required of you. I will tell you precisely what I need and how you will fulfill my desires. Remember what I've said before? Don't try to guess. If in doubt, wait and ask.

"What will your life be like? At first it's going be difficult for you because you must adjust to a new and very different lifestyle. Once we are past that we will talk about what you would like to accomplish, and then I will set some objectives for you and work out a plan for you to reach those goals. I want you to have a life essentially worry-free, with a minimum of responsibilities. But before you reach that point you must learn what I want and expect."

Sue Ann wasn't sure what to say, so she stood quietly while thinking over his answer. This was the classic offer she could not refuse. In a very literal way, she thought as she looked down at the handcuffs. He had already made it clear it wasn't really an offer, more of an accomplished fact. One the one hand she felt trapped, irritated that he was forcing her into this relationship. But the prospect of being truly owned excited her. Her secret fantasies were coming true at a breathtaking speed. Even to being kidnapped and forced to serve a strict demanding master. Besides, there was nothing he could do to her that was worse than a Mexican prison cell.

"Right now I want you to stand in the circle on the floor, facing this chair. I have something I need to do, so I will leave you're here until I'm done. Do not step outside the circle, do not turn or look around. You understand what I want?" He waited for her answer.

"Yes sir, I understand," she answered him. It was simple enough, she thought, stand there until he came back. He stood up and left, closing the door behind him. She couldn't tell if he locked the door or not. Not that it made any difference, she knew she would not, could not leave the circle without his permission, even if she collapsed and fell to the floor.