These stories were written around 15 years ago by me. I have worked on their grammar and decided to repost them. I am continuing to write the story and hope to have new chapters up as time permits. Thank you and enjoy them. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended by Dominance, Mastering, Punishment, Control, Non-Consensual intercourse (Rape) please do not read below. This is my first attempt at Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, Bondage, Punishment writings. I know this section is slow and apologize for it. I am trying to build the characters as believable as possible so the story arc will hold up. I promise the sections to come will not be as slow. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
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The weather was hot for this time of the month. Leit smiled pleasantly at a workman passing by on the street below his balcony. Waving Leit bid him good morning then ducked back into the coolness of the room. This far north in California never seemed to get hot in the late fall. Leit moved to the table looking at the paper longingly. He sat down instead, he lifted a black ledger from under the paper. With a sigh he began looking over soft young women of all sorts, doubting he would find what he needed between the covers.
The cover of this black book bore no special markings. It looked rather stark by comparison with the other books of the room. Yet this book held his attention as if it were made of gold. He flicked from page to page unhurriedly on the slight chance it might hold something of interest. Stopping here and there he smiled at a photo of some young want to be starlet. Under each photo were a name, age, measurements, hair color, eye color, and a brief description. The description was written almost as if one were speaking of cattle precise and without passion describing what each person's life was like currently.
Leit let himself relax as he looked over the pages glancing in the mirror he enjoyed what he saw there. He was a lean man with firm muscles, looking like a pro swimmer or runner, not some hulking bodybuilder. His hair was shaved bald except for a raven black braid. It started at the base of his head coiling around his neck about his throat. His eyes were green like emeralds that never dulled when they shone on something of interest. His fingers were long and tapered almost delicate looking. His clothing was a simple black tee shirt with jeans and boots giving him a confident look.
Looking back to the black book Leit stopped for a long moment. On this page was a young red-headed beauty. Her information told him she was 20 years old with hopes of stardom. The information went on to state that both her parents were dead from a traffic accident in Florida. Her pale skin was surprising as she had grown up under the harsh sun of Florida. Her light blue eyes seemed like crystal glimmering for him. There was an innocence in those blue eyes seemed to beg him to call her to his side. Without looking at her measurements he knew she would do nicely.
He slid a loose sheet of paper into that page then continued thru the rest of the book knowing he must look thru it sooner or later. Seeing nothing keener then a blonde with cute teeth he slid the book to the marked page again looking into those eyes. Nodding his head he smiled looking at the girls for the first time. "Ahhh Talis what fun we will have." He thought as he set aside the book. Picking up a cell phone he used only to place orders he smiled. Dialing slowly he waited as the phone rang four times then picked up he listened to the machine speak its message.
At the top corner of each page was a five digit number. Carefully he spoke the digits from her sheet. Listening as the machine repeated his numbers verifying them back to him. He nodded thoughtfully then spoke a final command to the machine. "Order Home." He hung up the phone leaving it and the book in the room. Walking to the door he opened it going down to the main floor. He let himself out into the heat of the day. He made sure to lock the door as he went no one needed to have a look at his things there. He was excited by tonight he would be playing with a new toy.
Moving down the lane from the rented apartment he walked to the park. Taking in the air he stood still for a long moment surveying his surroundings, before heading to his truck. One could never be too careful in these times. He opened his truck's door, sitting down he unrolled the window starting it letting the air conditioner push the hot air out the open window. Pulling away from the curb he smiled driving to the homestead he had bought outside of town would take another forty-five minutes.
After an uneventful ride home, he pulled in knowing by now his order was confirmed, all was in motion. The old farmhouse was the perfect place to enjoy treats like this. He began cooking a meal for himself, walking into the living room he turned on the radio. Soft music came out of the speakers hanging from corners of the walls. The smell of his meal wafted about the house as he went to the computer in the corner of the living room.
With a grin, he saw there was already an email waiting for him to open. It was from a Hotmail account he did not know. BM was capitalized in the handle so he clicked it open. Scanning the text swiftly he made sure to delete it before thinking about the message. "Your order was in good taste. I am a bit jealous, but then I always am. Should arrive normal route two hours. I look forward to hearing from you." It had been signed simply "B.M."
Pulling up a program for banking Leit typed in an account number from memory. Once he answered the proper questions the computer asked he was in his account. Looking at the sum of several hundred thousand dollars he smiled. Typing in a second account number he transferred ten thousand to it. Once finished he shut down the program with a nod and checked the clock on the wall. If they were on time his toy should arrive in two hours. Moving back into the kitchen he set his plate. Now he had a few minutes for his paper. He began to eat as he skimmed thru the headlines. Coming to the business section he slowed down reading more carefully now.
Wasting time he finished his meal enjoying the flavor of it. Rising from the chair he does his dishes, setting them aside to dry. Moving to the wet bar on the far side of the room he reaches under the bar. Pulling out a large decanter of red wine he swirls it around then ads a bit of powder watching it dissolve. From the same hidden place, he took the decanter and powder he takes a small red pill and swallows it. Now the sedative in the wine would pass through him with no effect.
Looking about once more he nods his head knowing all is ready. Moving to the couch he sits down on it flipping on the large television a basketball game is just winding down. After several minutes of watching the game the doorbell rings. Rising he moves to the door and opens it. Just then the woman on the other side presses the bell once more. He smiles softly motioning for Talis to come in then nods to the driver that he can go. He can not seem to help himself already he is watching her as she walks into the front hall. "Hello, I am Talis." She says softly to him as she looks about the room
She offers him her hand he takes it holding it in a firm grip. Instead of shaking it he uses it to lead her deeper into the house. "You know why you are here?" His words are calm and collected even as he quivers inside. "Morgan said you wanted me for a part. He couldn't tell me more but said you thought I would work out well." Her words were relaxed even if her body language seemed tense from his hand holding her own. He shakes his head releasing her he moves to the bar and pours two glasses of the wine. Walking back he offers her one holding it so she has to stretch just a little to reach it. Subconsciously he has already begun to tease and torment her.
He watches her take the wine, raising his own he toasts. "Too many nights to come." She doesn't really know what to say so she lifts her glass in toast then lowers it taking a sip. She knows she is only twenty but if he is willing. His eyes look her over slowly not feeling any shame in doing so. She is wearing a simple blue gown that contrasts nicely with her hair. Her hair is done up in a long ponytail showing the side of her porcelain throat to him, as it cascades down the back. He watches her take several more nervous sips from her glass. Watching her as the drug begins to take effect he relaxes. His smile grows as her eyelids seemed to close more and more with each passing moment.
He let the drugs affect grip her fully before setting his glass on the table behind him. Rising moving to her side he sits down on the couch next to her. He slowly inhales taking her scent deep into his nostrils. Carefully reaching out he plucks the glass from her hand saving it from spilling on the carpet. He turns setting it on a side table next to the couch. Soft music still plays from the radio crooning wordlessly to them. Turning back he licks his lips looking at her beautiful throat again. Reaching out he caresses her tender skin like satin to his well-callused fingers. Her hand moves up feebly as she tries to push him from her neck but there is no power there the drug having stolen it from her.
