Madison stood at the entrance of the alley. It was formed by two four-story brick buildings and was barely wide enough to back a delivery truck up to the loading dock at the far end. Across the street was the only working streetlamp for at least a hundred yards. Up the road, there were other streetlamps, but the night's fog obscured them and anyone else that might be lurking in the darkness. Beyond the one working lamp, there was a vacant lot with the remains of another industrial brick building. The entire complex around her was once part of a long abandoned parts-assembly plant. The taxi driver that dropped her at the corner of Paper Street and Randolph Avenue kept asking if this was where she
really
wanted to go. This was the place she was
ordered
to go, but she kept that detail to herself.
With both hands on her overcoat, Madison pulled the lapels tight over her chest, crossing her arms over her breasts in an attempt to keep them warm. The foggy night air had a slight chill, and it wasn't helping that she wore nothing more than lingerie and stockings under her overcoat. But the coat was keeping her warm enough; they were sexy, but stockings gave her no warmth whatsoever. She glanced down at her 4-inch black stilettos... She had picked up some residue of dust someplace and it had dulled the mirror shine on her shoes. Madison focused on her stilettos, trying to distract herself with thoughts of how sexy they were. This abandoned factory was giving her the creeps. Her thoughts drifted to all of the previous times she had lost all sense self-control to
Him
. Sometimes it seemed as if she couldn't even do something as mundane as stir her tea without his approval. She was an intelligent, independent, well-educated woman -- she even graduated at the top of her class... and yet she needed and
desired
His permission to do nearly everything! Madison had become a complete slave to His dominance and sexual whims... and yet this new-found place -- being His submissive -- was the happiest she had ever been.
Madison started pacing in and out of the alley shadow. She paused every so often to looking down Paper Street, then up to Randolph. There was no other signs of life and she acknowledged that she was alone. She continued pacing at the edge of the alley. Perhaps subconsciously, perhaps nervously, she constantly scanned both streets for signs of motion and still saw nothing. Leaving the relative safety of the alley, she expanded her nervous pacing, unaware that every footfall of her heels broadcasted her location like a beacon. She walked to the intersection, then back to the entrance of the alley.
A strong arm wrapped around her chest, accompanied by a hand cupped over her mouth, muffling her startled scream. She was dragged out of the light and back into the alley shadow. From what little she could see, the arm was sleeved in an old camouflage army jacket. It stunk like it had been exposed to the elements for years. Her mind processed all this, while still trying to escape the grip of her assailant. He had a firm grip on her. She kicked wildly and screamed into the palm of the hand over her mouth.
"Be quiet!" the deep male voice commanded.
Madison twisted her body and pulled at the arm across her chest. But no matter which way she twisted, she couldn't break free. Her attacker maneuvered her arm behind her back and used it to forcibly guide her around like a puppet. His hand slipped into the opening of her overcoat, landing a warm hand on her abdomen. Madison twisted her body harder, but even with one arm, he still had control over her.
