As her torso was winched tightly into a position that bent her body beautifully, Brie could utter no sound. Her wrists had been shackled to a bar suspended from the ceiling. Her ankles were spread wide and shackled to the floor.
These preparations had been prepared by the man who had claimed her that very night. Brie knew nothing at all about him, and he had divested her of all of her rights.... except for one.
He had told her that this alcove.... was hers. That she would be the center of attention in it always.
Her sensuous mouth was fitted with a large ball gag.
After she was hoisted into position, he pulled a chair over and sat in front of her coolly regarding her as she stood open and restrained before him. The succulent flesh of her breasts heaving slightly as she tried to maintain an even breath around her gag.
His eyes were full of lust for her, a savage wanting, yet his face was almost unreadable...only those eyes. For a moment, his lips adopted a frown and then he spoke, and she felt her skin caressed by his voice. His choice of words, however prickled her skin.
"I must apologize to you, before anything further occurs, and on two points. First, I am sorry, but you shall never see your friends or family again. When I saw you this morning...I had to have you..."
He stood and slowly circled the apparatus of shackles she was now framed against.
"...And having successfully acquired you I shall never let you go. Of course, in the speed in which I had you brought here, we 've not even had a chance to speak, but we will. Just not at the moment... I 've not even gotten your name...and I am dying to know it...but for now I shall just call you, My blossom. Once you are allowed to speak...you will call me Master. This is what I am to you...now....and forever. Please nod if you understand..."
Her eyes had gone wide and her pulse had raced as he imparted this life-changing information to her. She had no idea what he would do to her if she did not obey, so she simply nodded her head firmly.
"Good girl... You are so beautiful..." His eyes roamed over her, and even though he was not touching her, those eyes seemed to peel her open, layer by layer, and she found herself excited by it.
And was that a grin almost imperceptibly crossing his features..? He knew she was excited?
"The second apology I must make is in regards to the timing of my claiming of you. I am having a very important party tonight. Some friends of Mine will be here to observe and enjoy all of My slaves. As I have not had a chance to train you yet, I must rely on you to make a very good impression on instinct and obedience alone. I do not wish any of my guests to come to the conclusion that you are not a fully trained experienced slave of Mine. If any of my guests remark to me of such a belief...you will be punished. Though I am not unkind, I promise you My blossom, so the punishment will be lenient as I've not instructed you. But...don't focus on possible punishments please. Think of my amazement and pleasure if all I hear about you is....praise...and wonder."
Brie felt herself drowning in the silk of his voice. Yes, she did not fully understand what was to become of her now, but she felt that it would be quite good to please this man, her Master?, and his guests. She felt herself relaxing slightly within the chains that held her. Even sliding to suggestively cock a hip, posing herself in her restraints, and she noted a swift look of pleasure in her owner.
"Very good My blossom...Now a few simple rules for tonight, and they are few and simple. I do not know you yet, so I do not know if within normal everyday life you had a confidence in your looks. Be sexy, you are sexy...act it tonight, just as you did a moment ago, stretching, and twisting that lush form. You will be restrained as you are now all night, but it allows for some small freedom of movement and my guests will enjoy that..."
He stepped in and caressed his hand up Bries front, over her taut stomach and full breasts, delighting in the slight wriggle and pull of her form. "Mmm...you will be touched, my dear. By many hands...do not shy away from the touch. Sing a sweet symphony of flesh, writhing to meet those touches. "
He reached his hands to the buckle of her gag. "The final and most important rule, as I said I wish it known to my guests that you already do obey me with all the skill and experience of my trained slaves. Therefore, I am removing your gag, but you are not allowed to make a sound for the night. People will be here in your alcove, speaking to themselves, speaking about you...asking me about you, " He smirked, "Answers which I will of course have to improvise for now, but the last thing they need disturbing their conversation is you panting, whimpering, purring or any other sort of noise. You must control your excitement tonight....do you understand? "
Brie nodded.
He smiled a genuine caring smile, "Yes, I believe that you do. I must go and prepare for the party. Next you see me will be when I bring my guests to see you, after all have departed for the evening, I will come to you so that we may finally speak properly. "
He turned to leave, but then seemed to think a moment and paused half turning, "Oh, one last thing, my blossom... You may not believe this right now, but you will in time...You are a slave yes...but you are a prize...you are here because I see something in you, something that struck a chord and appealed to Me. But I do have a few classes of slave in my domain. You will shortly be attended to by two of my slaves...to be fed...cleaned and prepared. Make no mistake...you are their better. Do not speak to them. They will go about their business silently and then leave you, you are not to concern yourself with them for the time being. I will explain more when time permits...Oh and, " He beamed a radiant smile, "do enjoy the evening..."
With that he turned and left. For the first time since she had been taken, Brie was alone. She was sick, terrified and shivering. She was elated, afire and sparkling. And her brow was furrowed deeply trying to reconcile this conflict of emotion.
A short time later two naked women entered the alcove. Their movements were slow and precise, they came right up to her and began to bathe her. Unfamiliar hands caressing her body, invading every crevice. They never looked her, never acknowledged her. They were so terribly careful, as to not make a mess of the alcove. Her body was also perfumed, light natural make up applied, even her teetering heels were polished up.
Despite the anxiety and fear coursing through her, the experience had felt wonderful....it made her feel like a trophy, like yes, she might be restrained to immobility but...she was prized.
