3 Aug 10:10 PM
Tillman
As I sat across from Angel in the limo I contemplated my next move. She had reacted in a way that I had expected but the speed at which she had backed down was surprising. Most women who thought of themselves as strong would have stood up and walked out. But the truly strong ones fight back. When Angel walked out of the ladies room with her panties held out for all to see, she was fighting. She fought her fear of embarrassment, she fought her fear of being dominated, and she fought her fear of the unknown. And I knew she was afraid because I had picked up the acidic smell of vomit when she came back to the table.
So there she was, gorgeous as ever, looking at the floor with her hands folded in her lap. And she was being silent. Smart girl. Tactically it was a good decision to let me make the next move. As I looked closer I could see that she was biting her lower lip to keep it from quivering. Man that just drives me crazy when she does that! It took all of my discipline to not leap across and take her in my arms. But that wasn't what was best for her right now. What she needed now was to be stressed, because under stress is when secrets are revealed.
When we pulled up to the house I told my driver we were done with him for the night and that he was released. He tipped his cap and got out of the car and once he was inside the house I turned to Angel.
"You do remember our contract correct?"
Quietly she said, "Yes Teacher."
"Are you still in full agreement with the terms of that contract?"
More forcefully this time, "YES Teacher!"
I stepped out of the limo, reached in and grabbed a handful of hair, and roughly yanked her out onto the driveway. In the process she went sideways and broke a heel. She made a little sigh of sadness which made me laugh on the inside because I think it was mostly sorrow over the broken Prada. The broken heel was fortuitous because it made her hobble and she kept stumbling. That meant I had to keep yanking her up by her hair to keep her upright. The subliminal message to her was that she needed me to walk.
I basically dragged her up the steps and into the house where we arrived at the hidden passage to the dungeon. She whimpered a bit when she realized where we were but didn't resist going in. Once in the main chamber I stopped at a spot that had two straps hanging from a heavy beam.
"Stand here. Don't move. Don't speak."
Angel did as she was told. I took her handbag and kneeled down and removed her heels. Standing up I waved the broken heel in her face accusingly and threw it all forcefully across the room. She flinched slightly and her eyes grew wide but she remained still. I retrieved a large bottle of water and handed it to her.
"Drink it all. Now."
The water disappeared in short order.
"Strip. Everything."
There was a slight hesitation but there wasn't a lot left to come off since I already had the panties. The dress fell to the floor and then the bra.
"Step out and kick them away."
The expensive Dior slid across the grimy stone floor.
"Above your head you will find two straps. Place your wrists through the loops and do not remove them until you are told. Once you have done that you will look straight ahead at the wall and at nothing else."
Angel reached up and hooked her hands in the straps and fixed her eyes on the opposite wall. I pulled up a chair facing her and sat down. Stretching out my right foot I kicked her legs apart about a foot and left my outstretched leg on the floor between hers. And then I sat and waited.
"So Trainee, you need to know something. My very expensive shoe is right beneath you and I'm very fond of these shoes. They are my lucky shoes and I would be upset if anything ever happened to them. And I would be really upset if anything got on them, like let's say for example, urine. Now I know you've had all that water to drink but I do not want one drop of it to come out of you and get on my shoe. If it does the consequences will be dire. Do you understand?"
3 Aug 10:50 PM
Circe
To be truthful I got really turned on by being pulled by my hair. He grabbed it such a way that it didn't hurt except for once in a while when my balance got out of kilter because of the broken heel. The strength and force he had simply took my breath away and no man had ever impacted me that way. Of course I had impacted men that way but never the opposite. Until now. Until Tillman. So here I stood before him naked again for what, the third time now? And our only real physical contact had been one rough kiss. Was he gay maybe? Or impotent? I just couldn't see why he hadn't taken me by now.
But right at the moment I had a bigger problem and that was my bladder and as everyone knows, the female version doesn't hold as much as the male one does. And mine was rapidly filling. I tried to distract myself by thinking about how erotic it was that I was hanging naked from a beam just inches away from this marvelous specimen of manhood. I tried imagining us making love in my bedroom, on a bus, and even in a busy restaurant. It worked for a while but Mrs. B was getting pretty full and my position was not conducive to holding it in well at all.
The fullness was now becoming uncomfortable and I started squirming trying to find some comfortable position. I was starting to hurt.
"Teacher, may I please speak?"
"Yes."
"I have to go really badly. Can I please go?"
"No, not yet."
I stifled my frustration with a little whimper but continued on. Minutes passed and I wished desperately to be able to put my hands between my legs to hold it in but I didn't dare do that. It was becoming agony and I was afraid there would be a dribble any moment.
"Teacher, please?"
"Not yet."
This time I audibly groaned and tears started welling in my eyes.
"I don't want to ruin your shoes! Please move and let me go! Please, I begging you!"
And with that he deftly moved to the side and slapped me on the ass really hard. The force of it shocked me so much that I lost control and my bladder emptied then and there. I shot a stream straight out at least six feet and it didn't stop until I was empty. I had never peed in front of a guy before, well not like that anyway. I'd done it on a toilet but there wasn't anything for the guy to see. This was different. And the sensation of relief, the flow of urine, and the sting of my ass were a delicious combination.
I fell limp in the straps. Tillman took a small towel, walked up to face me, looked me straight in the eyes and reached down with the towel and wiped the remaining pee from my pussy. I moaned with his touch and thrust myself towards him but he didn't react in return. Stepping around behind me he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"You can let go of the straps now."
I was glad that he had a hold of me because I had been stretched so long that nothing was working right. I sighed with relief.
"We aren't through you know. I had hoped that this evening would be special but you lost control yet again. I am so disappointed."
That last word cut to my core and I had to fight back the tears. Why didn't he see how hard I was trying? With no apparent effort he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, my face to his ass and mine displayed in a most unladylike fashion. I was hoping he'd slap it as he walked but it didn't happen. After a few steps I was roughly deposited in a heavy wooden chair. Then my world went dark as something tight and leathery was pulled over my head and zipped from behind. I could breathe through my nose and mouth but really didn't care for the feeling of confinement.
"Do you have any concerns Trainee?"
"No sir. You are the Teacher and you control me."
He gave a slight grunt of approval and strangely I felt a little more at ease. Like a little weight had been lifted.
"Stand and follow my lead. We are walking straight ahead a few paces."
I did as I was told. As I shuffled my feet I became intensely aware of the cold stone beneath my feet. It had a solid oldness to it, like it had always been there. We stopped and I heard a heavy wooden door open and we moved in, but just a step. I could tell by the sound it was just a small space, like a closet. Oh man, I hate closets. This was not good, not good at all. He grabbed my hands and shackled them to the wall over my head. I fought the rising panic and bile coming up from my stomach.
Then the door slammed and all was quiet and inky black. I tried desperately to control my breathing and heart rate but the harder I tried the worse they got. I was trapped in this closet and couldn't get out. I pulled desperately at the shackles but they just dug into my skin. Pulling up my legs I tried kicking at the door but it was solid. A white curtain rose up behind my eyes as adrenalin rushed unchecked through my body. "DADDY! DADDY! PLEASE LET ME OUT! DON'T HURT MOMMY AGAIN! PLEASE! PLEASE DADDY!" And then my world went blank.
4 Aug 1:35 AM
Tillman
Bingo! The confinement in the closet was the trigger I was looking for. In one sense I was happy to have finally found one of the anchors but it tore me up on the inside to hear her cries of emotional pain from her childhood. I almost immediately opened the door but by that time she had feinted. I checked her vitals, removed the shackles and hood, and then carried her out of the dungeon. Were there more anchors? That I didn't know. But I did know that I had work to do now and Angel could start the process of cutting away that first anchor.
4 Aug 8:50 AM
Circe
As light began to return to my brain I reflected on the bizarre dream I'd had about a dungeon. But as human biology is wont to do, my head cleared a little more of the sleep and I realized it hadn't been a dream. My surroundings seemed strangely familiar, I was in a huge antique four poster bed with canopy, and the room had gilded walls and a massive fireplace. Then I remembered my fantasy of having oral sex with Tillman. It gave me a warm feeling all over again. But why did the room in my fantasy look just like this one? I had never seen this room before so it was unsettling.
My wrists hurt and I grunted a bit when I put weight on them. Even stranger was the fact that I was in my own pajamas. Just at that moment the door opened and in walked Alexandra carrying a breakfast tray. I was stunned to say the least.
"Alexandra! I'm so happy to see you! How long have you been here?"
"I'm happy to see you too Miss. I've been here since the early hours of the morning, around 2 o'clock."
