Hailey tugged fruitlessly at the handcuff attaching her firmly to the bedpost with a rising sense of panic. She could not get loose! The clothespins on her nipples were getting more painful by the minute, and the vibrator whirring away at her clit was no longer pleasurable. She needed to get that hand free! As she lay back exhausted from her latest efforts, she thought furiously that if she ever got free, she would sue the makers of the handcuffs. They promised that it would open at the slightest tug! She remembered Nick's warning about self-bondage - it could get really dangerous if there was no one to help. Hailey was beginning to panic. She gave another mighty tug and the handcuff finally opened. Rapidly, she removed the clothespins, stifling a scream at the pain of blood rushing back into her crushed nipples and pulled out the sopping wet vibrator.
As she got painfully out of the bed, she looked at the objects of her self-torture and sighed. Life without Nick was NOT fun. Yes, she had gotten her job back and was doing quite well there. People had accepted her excuse that she had taken a year off to "find" herself. Thanks to Nick's strict regimen of diet and exercise, she looked gorgeous, and therefore had no problem finding dates.
But Hailey was not happy. The job seemed boring and uninspiring. The men she dated were the same as before - they conducted most of their boring, self-important conversations with her tits, and then expected sex at the end of the evening. In desperation, she had ordered all her self-bondage items through the Internet, but that had not helped at all. She even attended a local munch to see if she could find someone. She did see someone - Nick's friend John and his Emily. Both of them had ridden herd on her all evening and then taken her home. Hailey didn't mind because some of the characters who had shown up at the munch were either ridiculous or plain scary. She was grateful for John's help. At least John hadn't forgotten her, like some people she could name!
What Hailey did not know was that John was there because of Nick. Nick had not forgotten her - just the opposite, in fact. He had been worried about her. She had been on a steady diet of sex and pain for the past year, and quitting cold turkey was not possible. The munch was run by members of the club, and it had been easy to check up on Hailey. Nick had requested John to watch out for Hailey since he could not be there himself.
For Nick was busy too. As soon as he had dropped Hailey off, he had turned himself in to the ethics group of the Club. He had kidnapped Hailey, and for a couple of days, he had not given her any choice, but to stay. The hearing had taken a day, but witnesses had come forward to testify to the genuine fondness that was apparent in their relationship. So Nick was not turned over to the cops - but he had to pay a penalty. Two days as a house slave in the club, and one year volunteer service at a battered women's shelter.
Being a house slave was a nasty experience. No sex was involved, but patrons of the club could dress him up in any costume and order him to serve them. It seemed to Nick that he had made a lot of people very unhappy in the past, judging from the number of women (and a few men) who were eager to "use" him. He spent two days in short leather skirts or shorts, sometimes in high heels, being used as a table, a stand, even a pony. He bore it all with grim determination, every humiliating experience a painful reminder of what Hailey must have felt. His training, so many years ago, had given him a glimpse of a slave's life, but this experience gave him a better understanding of the vulnerability of being a slave.
Once the two days were over, Nick took himself off to the assigned women's shelter. His initial plan was to help them with their computerized records. But when he went there, he was struck by the helplessness and unhappiness of the women and kids there - especially the kids. He began to make plans - a lot of which involved Hailey. He could donate computers to the shelter and offer computer courses. Hailey could help the women with their clothes and make up and bolster their self-esteem. He could be a big brother to the kids and Hailey, who had wanted to work with kids, could maybe set up a daycare center while the moms went to look jobs. They could......
While Nick was working and making plans, Hailey was trying to survive without him. And finding it impossible. Initially, she told herself that she was unhappy because she missed the great sex. But as time went on, her memories of the year with Nick were not all about sex. She missed Nick and the way he made her feel. She thought wistfully of her time with Nick. Everyday seemed to be such an adventure.
Mornings usually started with a jog, with a naked, clamped, corseted or chained Hailey. Then the daily routine - Nick would be working on his computer and Hailey would be doing her chores or reading the stuff that Nick gave her. His materials covered a wide range of topics, from science to politics to history to sex. Hailey thoroughly enjoyed reading - nobody had ever paid attention to her mind before. And just so that she was not bored, she was usually bound in unusual ways during her chores.
Mealtimes were always fun, too. Hailey never knew what she was going to eat, or whether she was going to eat from a bowl, her plate or if Nick was going to blindfold and feed her. Sometimes, she was Nick's plate or table, or even a candle holder. Once, she even was a wine holder, with a warm bottle of sake buried deep in her pussy.
Then there were the times in their playroom where Nick made her scream with pain and pleasure, where she could be so free within her bonds. But Hailey's favorite times where when she was close to Nick, snuggled next to his warm body in bed, feeling delightfully sore and sated, listening to his even breathing as he slept next to her. Or when they actually chatted together, when he made Hailey laugh and think. Or when she was on her knees next to his feet, feeling loved and wanted even if he was watching TV or reading.
Hailey realized that she needed Nick to feel whole and happy. And the need grew and grew and grew until she was not eating or sleeping properly. She lost weight and lost interest in her job, prompting her bosses to warn her about her poor performance.
One endless, sleepless night, Hailey gave in and called Nick. At the sound of his sleep-roughened voice, she panicked and slammed the phone down, only to hear it ring almost immediately.
"I'm waiting, Blondie. Clean up and get yourself here. Now!!"
Hailey did just that, her heart singing. She wore her short little cheerleader outfit, high heels and no bra or panties. Driving over to his apartment, she rang the bell and knelt submissively at the door. The door opened, and there he was - her Master, her Nick. Overwhelmed, she bent and kissed his feet, only to be grabbed roughly and dragged into the apartment.
"So you want to come back to me, do you Blondie?"
At her affirmative nod, Nick kissed fiercely.
"You are going to prove that to me, Blondie. Are you willing to accept everything I intend to do to you today?"
"Oh, yes, please Nick. Please, please!"
