"Tad, your girlfriend on line one." Jenny paged me.
I picked up the line and answered. Yup, once again she pulled her little stupid ass stunt. What is it with women sometimes? They beg for a commitment then when you have the right opportunity they break your plans. This is the second time for Laura, same situation, like she knew it was coming. Yeah, she didn't like me making secret plans without her consent. I was pissed and told her to fuck off. Maybe she got a better offer, more power to her. Matter of fact, I canceled those plans and made new ones immediately. I was going to my uncles cabin in the hills and do some fishing to take my mind off things. I will tell Jenny how to get in touch with me in case of an emergency.
Jenny is something else, my savior many times over. Been my PA now for three years. She calls herself the glorified secretary, event planner and my work wife. I don't know what I would do without her sometimes to tell the truth. She is two years younger than me and married. Her husband doesn't exactly like me, I interfere too much in their life, so he says. Well, there is a few late nights and calls at all hours once in a while. Truthfully, there hasn't been anything else going on between us. Jenny keeps her personal life separate from me and I try not to interfere only when absolutely necessary. The last six months has been totally void in that respect.
I won't lie, Jenny is a good looking woman. Twenty-nine, sassy short blonde hair, five foot six, nice figure though rather flat chested, dresses sexy but not overstated and has a good sense of humor. Our favorite past time lately is talking about the blonde bombshell of a receptionist down stairs. How much cleavage is showing, how short her skirt is and how high her heels are. We think she was a stripper in a past life, maybe as a second job now and we use the dirty knee joke a lot.
Oh well, time to get out of this hell hole and make it an extra long three day trip. I left Jenny the necessary information of where to find me in case of an emergency. Basically, call my uncle as he only lives thirty minutes away. Cell phones don't work up there and no land line because it is a small two bedroom vacation house.
I had my bags packed, stopped for groceries and gas. I actually wanted to get there before dark anyway. Need to get the propane pilots lit and get the circuit breakers turned on. Much easier than stumbling around in the dark with a flashlight.
I know why my uncle has the place. I accidentally showed up a day early about a year ago. My aunt said he was there checking the place out for me. Yup, he was checking the place out alright, well another woman anyway. Always wondered why there is a bunch of eye hooks everywhere. He had a woman stretched from the loft in nothing but high heels barely touching the floor. He was using a flogger on her. The story behind it, she broke into the house and was living there and he was dealing with the issue. Yeah right, I doubted it but maybe he was telling the truth. It would be like him to take payment that way. I knew about the secret life of uncle Charles and aunt Ruth.
I arrived and got everything turned on as the key was where he left it for me. One big great room with tall ceilings when you walk in. Kitchen, dining room and bathroom under the loft. Stairway to the loft on the left when you walk in that leads up to the two bedrooms. I put the groceries away first making sure the beer and wine got cold. I had wine because Laura was suppose to be with me so we could celebrate, that ain't happening now or ever. I canceled the other plans and came here, a place she doesn't know about.
I went up to the bedroom and changed clothes and got into my shorts and t-shirt. Uncle was nice enough to leave the key for the liquor cabinet. I fixed myself a rum and coke and sat on the porch to watch the sun drop behind the mountains. Rather still breeze, the lake glimmering about three hundred yards away down a gradual incline. Forgot about those damn hungry mosquitoes this time of day, no use to waste repellent yet. Time to go in anyway, with the ac running, it had cooled down inside quickly. Made a sandwich and turned the small TV on, one channel, better than nothing and at least a network. I was tired and bored quickly and went to bed, early morning fishing anyway.
Woke up early, had breakfast. Got my little ice chest, put a couple sodas in and out to the SUV to get my gear. Down to the dock where the boat was tied up. Started the trolling motor, I knew of a spot about ten minutes away where I always had luck. Four hours later, very little luck, only one catch that I turned loose being too small. I was getting hungry and made my way back. Take a nap, put beer in the chest and try again later.
I walked in the door and there was a woman suspended from the loft, talk about surprise. Had a mask covering her face, only eyes, nose and mouth showing a ball gag in her mouth. Two chains ran from the mask attached to her long pierced nipples. Her head would pull back pulling the chains and her nipples and tiny breasts would be pulled up roughly. She had on a rubber pair of panties and you could barely hear the hum of a vibrator. Small screams when the nipples were pulled and grunts after it released. Her arms were stretched up in the air by the ropes clipped to wrist cuffs that went through the eye bolts in the loft and tied off at support post. Her legs looked spread, free but no help other than to stand tall in five inch black pumps with wide ankle straps. Her aromatic juices running down her leg. A note was sticking up from the panties.
One of my uncles jokes I bet. I took the note and read it. "Mother fucking son of a bitch!" I screamed. She said she was your slave. Didn't believe her of course. If she is, better teach her some fucking manners. If not, bring her back to me, I will take care of her. Uncle C.
"Jenny, I am so sorry, will have you out of this in a minute." I yelled apologetically. Had to be, she is the only person that knew where I was. I unhooked the chains from her nipples first, they were beautiful. I didn't know they were pierced even. Big and rather long, perfect to suck and nibble on. She was trying to tell me something but I went behind her and found the motor pulling her head back, turning it off and unhooking those chains so I could pull the mask off and remove the gag. Ingenious little wind/unwind motor mounted on a heavy square post on the floor. Jenny was actually secured to the post, the heels of her shoes were clamped to the post keeping her legs spread and immobile.
She started gasping for air. I started to look to see how to untie her.
"Stop." She breathed out heavy then quaked with a grunt.
"What is it?" I asked worried.
"I want to talk first." She said.
"How long have you been like this?" I asked still worried ignoring her statement.
"An hour or two maybe. I want this." She said breathing heavy.
"What?" I asked alarmed.
I want this. I want you to be my Master. I want to be your slave." She said succinctly.
"You what?" I said unbelieving what I just heard.
"You heard me right. I want to be your whore cunt of a slave." She said defiantly.
I just stared at her like I got slapped in the face. I didn't know what to say or think.
"But....but you are married." I said finally as the only thing I could think of.
"No, I have been divorced for over a month. I never told you because I couldn't figure out a way for you to believe me. I was too afraid to do something at the office. I thought this was my perfect chance with Laura out of the picture. No one even knows I am here." She wailed.
