My birth name is Aniyah Anderson. My new name is A. I did not come by this new name by choice. It was given to be by a man I only came to know as Sir. He is my master.
I was house sitting for a girlfriend. She lived on the coast, on a beautiful peninsula overlooking the ocean. I had just gotten out of the shower and had put my robe on when a man dressed in black from head to toe pointed a gun at me. He wore a balaclava mask. The only thing I knew about him is that he was a white man with hazel eyes.
"Huh!" I jumped. I put my hands up.
"Well," he said in a deep throaty voice, "I thought this place would be empty. I didn't know I would find such a prize!"
"Please don't hurt me!"
"Oh I won't hurt you, if you're good. I just have to keep you out of the way while I work!" He waved the gun at me. "Take off the robe!"
"What?"
"I think you heard me! Now!" He fired one shot. It just missed me. "Move it!"
I removed my robe and stood naked in front of him. He stood there for a second, not breathing.
"Goddamn, you got a nice voluptuous figure! Lay on your stomach! Hands behind you!" He straddled me.
"What are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna tie you up so you can't get in my way!" He bound my wrists tightly together. Then he bound my ankles just as tightly.
"You ever been tied and gagged before, girlie?"
"Gagged? No! I won't scream, I promise!"
"I know you won't!" He grabbed my neck and forced a balled up rag into my mouth. Over that, he wound tape around my head.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I screamed.
"Good. I can't understand you at all! Now, to keep you still!" He yanked my ankles to my wrists and bound them together. I couldn't move!
"Now, you be a good little girl and let me see what treasures you have here." He cupped my chin and I glared at him. He left the room. I heard him yanking open drawers, glass breaking, and doors slamming. I have to escape, but how?
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" I rolled to the edge of the bed. It was kind of high. If I fell the wrong way, who was to say I wouldn't break something, like an arm or wrist? What if I hit my head? Okay. This might not be such a good idea. I spotted the phone on the nightstand.Even if I couldn't speak, I knew if I dialed 911, the police would come. I rolled towards the dresser. Now, how to reach it? I had to somehow free my wrists from my ankles. I yanked and tugged, trying to find the knot.
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" I grunted. I fiddled around, until my fingers touched the loose end of rope! I gave it a tug, and it came loose! I unfolded myself and sat up. I scooted toward the phone.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
Shit! He saw me! I struggled to get to my feet.
"Where are you going, huh?"
"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" I tried to hop to the door, but he caught me easily.
"So, you're trying to escape, eh?" He threw me over his shoulder.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"You've got moxy, baby. I like that. You're coming with me."
"Hmmmmmmmm?"
"Oh yes, you've got this beautiful caramel skin and these gorgeous tits, thighs, and ass! I've got plans for you, you sweet hot thing!" He slapped my butt. He carried me to the bed and threw me down.
"Take a nap!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I screamed in futility as he pressed a drug soaked cloth to my face. I cannot inhale! I can't...I...I....I sank into unconsciousness.
When I woke up again, I could not see. Something dark covered my eyes. I shifted. Something wooden hit me in the back. I shifted again and the rattling of chains greeted me. I stood on what felt like a smooth wood platform. My legs were chained about shoulder width apart. My wrists were cuffed on either side of my head. I still had a tight fitting tape gag over my mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I cried.
"Ah, you are awake at last, my little slave."
It was him, the creep that robbed Christi's house! Did he call me his slave?
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!"
"I cannot understand you with your mouth taped. I will remove the gag so we can talk. If you scream, I will punish you! You do not want to see me angry, my dear! Do I make myself clear?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I nodded.
"Hold still." He cut the gag off. I spit out the rag.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. "Where am I?"
"You are in my house, on the other side of the island, my dear. I have a private villa that I own, as well as acres of private beach. Yes, I am a wealthy man."
"Then why...why did you break into my friend's house?"
"Ah, it is my side business, fencing stolen goods."
"And," I swallowed, "what is your main business?"
"You are not privy to that information yet, my dear. What is your name?"
"A...Aniyah," I said trembling.
"Ah, such a lovely name for a lovely woman."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sam, but you will address me as Sir."
"What do you want from me? Why am I here?"
"You are what I want, Aniyah. I want all of you. I want you to be mine. I will own you."
"No! No, this isn't right! You kidnapped me!"
"On the contrary my dear, I did not leave one trace of evidence. There were only signs of a break in, not a struggle. There were no fingerprints, no foreign fibers or hairs, I made sure of that. So to the police, it will look as if you just disappeared. You are over eighteen, correct?"
"Y...yes."
"Then you have the right to be missing. The police might look for you, then again, they might not. The cops are not exactly rushing to find missing black women. Nobody knows you are here."
"You can't keep me here! I have a life! I have a job, friends...they will miss me!"
"Your job is that of an erotic author. I did my research while you were unconscious. I bought a couple of books. Your imagination is quite colorful. You seem to have a fondness for bondage and discipline."
"No! It's not true!"
"Listen to me!" He grabbed my chin. "Inside of you is another woman, a woman who desires to be taken and possessed. I am here to make those dreams come true. Now, let me lay down the rules. First and foremost, you will address me as Sir, unless I give you permission to use my first name. Second, I will reward you for pleasing me. If you displease me or disobey me, I will punish you."
"P...punish me? H...how?"
"You are in my special playroom. I can make it very comfortable or I can turn down the AC and leave you in here alone and tied up until you pass out from heat illness, or I can turn it up and make it so cold in here that you will need a warming blanket to stay alive. I have other means of punishment, such as whips, canes, nipple clamps, and butt plugs. I can leave you tied to a chair all day with no opportunity to use the bathroom, I can make you hold ice in your hands while you stand in one position, the possibilities are endless! So, it would be in your best interest to keep me happy! Do you understand?"
"Y..yes!"
"Yes, what?" I felt him tweak my nipple.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good girl."
"Sir, how long do I have to stay tied up?"
"Are you uncomfortable, Aniyah?"
"A little, Sir."
"Hmmmm...I suppose I could let you down and bring you upstairs for a bit. There is one thing you must remember, Aniyah."
"What, what's that, Sir?"
"If you try to escape," he grabbed my throat, "I will punish you, and I will kill you! I will leave you scattered in pieces around the island! Do you understand?"
I nodded. Sir released me. He undid my wrist shackles and then my ankles.
"Hands behind you!"
"Sir, you said you would untie me!"
"I said I would let you down from the X platform. I said nothing about you being free. That is a privilege you must earn!" Sir bound my wrists behind me.
"How?"
"By earning my trust by being a good slave girl. Open your mouth!"
"Why?"
"If you continue to question me, I will issue your first punishment! This is your only warning!"
Sighing, I opened my mouth. He pushed a rag inside and taped my mouth closed.
"I need to make sure that gag stays in place." Sir pulled a cloth over my mouth and nose. He pulled it tight and made a double knot in the back of my head.
"Now, to bind the rest of you." He wrapped rope above and below my breasts. Then he bound my ankles and thighs together. The only way for me to get around would be to hop or be carried.
"Hmmm, almost there." Sir wound a rope around my waist and over my wrists, tying them to the small of my back.
"Beautiful. Now, shall I bring you upstairs to the first level for a bit?"
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm,"
I nodded.
"Good girl. Come, I won't make you hop all that way."
He slung me over his shoulder. He took the liberty of slapping my butt a few times before he set me down on something soft. Sir sat beside me.
"Now my dear, are you a little more comfortable?" How comfortable can I be, asshole? I'm tied and gagged! I kept that to myself. Deciding to be the good slave, I nodded in reply.
"Good girl. You look rather fetching all trussed up with rope. This white rope is such a nice contrast to your skin. I like vanilla and caramel flavors, my dear." Sir put his arm around me and pulled me to him. To my amazement, he actually smelled good, like soap and pine cones. His chest felt muscular and solid under my cheek.
"Are you a bondage virgin my dear?"
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm," I nodded.
"I see. So, you tie your heroines up, but you the artist have never known the pleasure of being bound and gagged?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm," I shook my head.
"But for you to write such beautiful works, you must have done research at some point." Sir tipped my chin up. "I know you can't tell me about it right now, but you will someday."
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!"
"Are you trying to speak, my dear?"
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I nodded.
"You will be allowed to speak when I see fit. For now, enjoy having that mouth tightly taped." He ran his hand over my lips. "I think on some level, you are enjoying this."
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I shook my head.
"Heh. Heh, deny it all you want. In the meantime, do you mind if I play with these gorgeous twins of yours?"
He put his other arm around me and grabbed my nipples.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"You can't stop me, so just enjoy it. I do not want to hurt you, Aniyah. Our time together can be beautiful if you are cooperative." Sir arranged me so that he pulled my back to him. My head lay against his shoulder.
"Mmmm, are these all yours?" he asked as he fondled my chest.
"Mmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."
"Good. You're not skinny. I love that." He caressed my abdomen. "I'll bet you have some good pussy under that belly of yours."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Do not worry my sweet, I will not take you by force. When we make love, you will be begging for me to fuck you." No way, you sick freak!
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!"
"Don't be like that, lovely. Surely you know about these things. I have already read your first book, Sheik's Daughter. You have captured the essence of the belly dance fantasy beautifully." Sir continued to rub my breasts. "Do you belly dance, my dear? Don't lie, because I will find out and punish you."
