It has been a year today since my life changed drastically. I can remember that day with a vivid recollection that would scare most people. Even I was scared for the longest time, though it was a different kind of scared than most would recognize. I actually went through different levels of being scared. It was truly as if my world was flipped upside down that day.
It was spring and London was alive with the bustle of people enjoying the warmth of the day. I lived in a small street filled with some people that were friendly, others ducked their heads and looked the other way. The sky was clear and I had gone for my daily walk. It was easy to enjoy the freshness of the air, the warm breeze caressed my long hair. The heavy rain that had fallen overnight washed away most of the dreariness that winter had left. The trees seemed to burst out with their greenery from natures gifts of water. Soft blooms of whites and pinks peeked out amongst the budding leaves. Just one drawing breath of the air, gave me a sense of awakening.
I was walking with what seemed a "spring in my step" I was so revitalised. In the distance, the sounds of children playing put a soft smile on my lips. The sound of spluttering from a car nearing me made me shift my eyes, but only for a moment. The dark blue van was travelling slow, but it looked familiar. I had seen it several times on my walks through the neighbourhood. I even nicknamed it the "Mystery Van", because all of its windows were darkened, giving even the front window an ominous look. I smiled at it as I turned my focus back to thoughts about the world around me. Spring has always made me feel more creative, which was perfect since I taught young kids. Being a teacher brought out some of the most exciting feelings of completeness in my life, but still something was missing. I never let it get me down, but I could never put my finger on it.
Suddenly, I noticed the spluttering was still there. I turned my head again, a ripple of unnerved energy threaded its way through me. It seemed to be following me. I looked away as I made a turn, taking a path that led away from the road into a busier area. I heard the door slide open, as I was grabbed from behind. My petite form was no match for the many hands that had me. My mouth was covered as a deep whisper over my ear threatened, "The more you scream, the more painful this will be." My body was dragged roughly into the van, as I saw the light turn to dark with the slamming of the doors. It happened so fast. My first thought was someone must have seen it happen. Surely someone saw it happen!
"What do you want with me?" I asked as they released my mouth. My voice quivered with uncertainty and fear, as a I turned my head to catch a glimpse at who had done this to me. A severe smack caught me by surprise, spinning my head as the pain travelled over my cheeks with a burn. A growling voice answered, "We ask the questions, slut. You'll know more when He tells you more." I nodded as I laid heaped in the back of the van.
Slowly my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the van, shapes started to appear. I timidly tried to look around without being noticed. A stinging slap sent me flying against the van door. "Look here guys, we got us a curious one. He will be pleased with our choice."
My mind reeled as I took in what I heard, darkness completely surrounded me as my eyes were covered. I gasped as I felt my arms grasped in front of me, a coarse rope was stranded around my wrists. I tugged against their force, as the blow of a hand knocked my head against the floor of the van. My voice choked back as I closed off a scream.
The sound of laughter flooded around me as I sobbed quietly at the pain. The voice flowed around my ear, "You think you're in pain now bitch, just try that again. At least you remembered about the scream, so obviously you learn quickly."
My body trembled uncontrollably as I fought to calm myself. It seemed impossible to tame my fears. The low whispers caught my attention as I felt the van slow to a stop. I strained to make out what they were saying catching one word, "slave". As I tried to focus harder, all was lost to the noise of the van as it began its journey again. The whispers faded into the backdrop, leaving me to ponder what they meant by slave and if it pertained to me. Fear was mild to what I was feeling.
My mind was working overtime as I thought about how to get away. Surely someone saw me being taken. They would call the police and find me. Where were they taking me? What did they want with me? How many were people were there? Without a warning, a hand covered my nose. The sharp odour sent my head spinning as everything went dark. Someone whispered, "night...night" as I passed out.
I'm unsure how long I was out or how much longer the journey was to my destination. I was even more unsure how I was moved from the van to this room. As I came through, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or in a nightmare. Grogginess filled me as I gazed through foggy vision. The blindfold was removed, as my gaze lifted, my hands were still tied up. I blinked at the sight as I realised I was hanging suspended. My feet were flat to the floor and bound at the ankles, which were bare of my socks and shoes. A deep gasp escaped from me when I realised that my clothes had been changed from jeans and t-shirt to a short, black dress. How?!
I wriggled against the bindings, but it was useless. I twisted against them more as I tried looking around the room. The tears crested against my eyelids as I winced at the pain from the struggle. I got a mere glimpse of the room. It was a lavishly decorated bedroom, but it seemed sealed off. There was a large mirror close to the door. A four-poster bed with sheer drapes set before me, covered in soft beddings.
"Hello? Help me..." I tried to scream, but the dryness of my throat suffocated my cries. I coughed at the scratchiness of my throat. I inhaled a breath as I was about to try again, I heard a lock click and the door open, then shut once again. I froze as I swallowed hard, my eyes closed as I listened for a moment.
Soft footsteps echoed their way to me, coming abruptly to a stop behind me. All went silent, as I felt a warmth over my neck. My eyes popped open in fear, as I whimpered, "Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me?"
"Shhhhh, little one. I ask the questions." The voice was deep, resonating throughout the room. A familiarity came from the tones. I drew in a breath, catching the scent of his aftershave. The smell was rich and sensuous. "I know you have many questions. Just know I hold all of the answers. If you're good, you'll share in my knowledge. If you're bad, you'll feel the pain of not knowing...in more ways than one."
My body trembled as I heard him speak. Knowing from the threat of his words, he would obviously follow through. A deep ache flowed over my body as I felt the pain move down my arms and shoulders.
"My little one is getting tired, I see. It won't long before you're free once again." I felt the warmth of his body press against me, sending a lightening volt through me. I clamped down on my tongue as I remembered not to shout. "Ahh, you do learn fast. My boys were right about you. They were right in many ways."
He stepped away as his fingertips trailed around my waist. I quivered at the touch, a mix of revolution and pleasure mingled over me. His fingers slid over my stomach and down my hip. I closed off a moan as his hand brushed past my cunt. I twisted my head not wanting to believe this was happening. I gasped a soft, "please...no".
A dark chuckle arose from behind me. His fingers gathered the material of the dress. He ran his fingertips over my mounds reviling that I was no longer wearing underwear, to my astonishment. I felt his finger slide inside me, denying the feeling of pleasure as he held his finger firm within me. "You've been prepared for me, my sweet one. While you was getting your beauty rest, you were shaved, primped, and dressed to my specifications. Tell me your name, little one?"
I couldn't speak as I felt his finger invade me. He drew his free hand up giving a harsh twist to my nipple. I cried out in pain as he grinned with an impish glint in his eyes. "What's your name girl?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"Desarie...It's Desarie." I whispered, tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Mmmmm...what a befitting name. You are a desired one, indeed." He withdrew his finger from my body, as he stepped back. Lifting his finger to his nose, then licking it gently. I stood with my mouth agape. I had never seen anyone taste me like that. It sent a blush down my neck, my tears hot as they flowed from me. I felt violated and lost. Fear gripped me harder as I panicked.
No one was coming for me. I lived alone and was dating no one, so it could be days before anyone noticed me missing. Why didn't anyone see anything or call the police? Why was this happening? Why me?
"Oh little one, there's no need for tears. I am here to save you."
I lifted my head, "Save me? You kidnapped me." I snapped, drawing back my tears. My face contorting with the anger.
"Not in such nasty terms. You will feel differently very soon."
His footsteps moved him around me, as I took my first look at my captor. There was a familiarity not only in his voice, but in his face. His hair was jet black with a touch of grey at the sideburns, making him what most would call distinguished. He was clean shaven and groomed impeccably, with deep blue eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt stretched tight against his strong form, with black trousers and dress shoes. The belt around his waist held a coiled whip.
My face filled with question as I stared at the whip. Lifting them to him as I squirmed uncomfortably. "I have brought you here indeed to save you, my Desarie. I am what most call a Dominant. Do you know what a Dominant is?"
