The warm, temperate evening closed in and daylight faded as the slave wandered aimlessly around the fairground. He had been here for an hour, as per Her previous instructions. A hoard of normal, everyday people; young and old; women, men and children jostled around him, happily, making their way to various rides and stalls to seek their own enjoyment and thrills for the night. The slave felt his heartbeat quicken as the loud music whirled around him. Heady wafts of candyfloss, fried onions and mechanical grease filled his nostrils as he weaved his way through the crowds wondering why he had been ordered to come to this place specifically. Lights flashed around him as whoops of joy and shrieks of excitement rose from the thrill-rides about him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he felt his balls ache as his cock flexed inside the chastity device which She had made him wear.
She had instructed Her slave to arrive at this specific location just before sunset. She told him to shower, shave and prepare himself; to wear a black t-shirt, jeans and underwear; and to ensure that he had locked himself in Her device. Gladly he had carried out Her orders; spending a couple of hours ensuring that every inch of his body was spotlessly clean and immaculately presented, for Her, should She deem fit to grace him with Her presence this evening.
The slave had already learned that any demands made by his Mistress for him to arrive at any location and perform certain tasks for Her were not always indicative of whether She would present Herself to him, or not. Frequently She demanded that he attend a certain location for Her own delight, perhaps She had watched him without his knowledge; perhaps She just tested his compliance and subjugation. The slave knew only one thing. He did as he was told.
A shrill chime rang out from the inside of the slave's pocket. It was the pre-set alarm on his mobile phone. The slave knew it was now time to carry out Her next request and automatically removed the wireless earpiece and placed it in his left ear. 'Five more minutes', he thought. He paced randomly again, and then made his way to the outskirts of the fairground, pausing to eye two rather unsavoury looking characters that moved about closely to a nearby caravan. The slave lit a cigarette and smoked it down deeply, waiting, nervously, in the shadows.
Beep... Beep... Beep! The incoming call resounded in his ear. He touched the side of the receiver to activate it and waited, silently.
"Put that cigarette out, My slave!"
Instantly aroused and yet more nervous than he had previously been the slave stumbled at the irresistible sound of Her voice again. She was here! She was watching him!
"Yes, Mistress", he uttered softly, stomping the half smoked butt into the grass.
"Good boy!" She purred.
His heart leapt into his throat at the sound of these special words. He was so possessed by Her authority and supremacy that the slightest hint of Her pleasure, and in particular, hearing those specific words were like a Class A drug coursing through his entire body.
"Now... make your way to the Waltzer, pay your fee and get on the ride."
Obediently he made his way to the kiosk in question and paid his money. A young, swarthy gypsy gestured at him to enter the ride and take his seat in one of the rotating cars. The car was painted in black metallic paint on the outside, but inside was lined with thick, padded, black leather. The slave knew She was still there, as he could hear the background noise near her filtering into his ear, just slightly disjointed from the real noise which surrounded him now. She was close. He could sense Her. She was watching him!
Music grew louder as the ride warmed up with loud electrical noises and hissing hydraulics. The swarthy gypsy leaned in over the slave and closed the security barrier in front of him sharply.
"Enjoy the ride, mate!" the gypsy smiled wickedly as he turned and moved away.
The cars started to move left in a slow mechanical motion as the slave grasped onto the safety rail in front of him.
"That's it..." She cooed into his ear, "... hold on tight!"
The music grew louder as the slave looked around. All the other cars on the ride were empty. He was the only passenger. The car he sat in now faced the centre of the ride's construction and he watched his own nervous reflection in the long mirrored column before him. The thumping bass of the music then softened slightly as the ride picked up more speed, and his sub-conscious mind recognised the end of one track and the start of another.
Within nano-seconds all his senses were stabbed wide awake and alert again. The first 3 chords of the new track were highly familiar to him. It was Her track! The very same track She had made him listen to, over and over again, for the last few months, almost ritualistically. The volume of the speakers above his head increased even louder, but still he could hear Her breathing into his ear piece. Suddenly Her slow and calm breathing changed into a wickedly low, throaty laugh.
"Enjoy the ride, My slave." She giggled devilishly.
The mechanical power of the ride built up around him as the speed increased almost in time to the music. He felt the same waves of Her control flooding over him in every way as it had on so many previous occasions when She had made him listen to the track in the past. Flashbacks now entered his mind of all the times She had forced him to masturbate in time with the music, or merely focus on Her name or picture on his computer screen while the song played. He felt waves of helplessness smothering him, making him immobile and weak.
"Down in the shadows of your deepest secrets..." Her own spoken words echoed the lyrics of the song, ringing in his ear, as he felt himself swooning at Her voice yet again.
His head began to swim even more exasperatingly as the speed of the ride increased and the music appeared to fill his soul. His eyes flashed back and forth as he struggled to focus on any object outside the car in which he sat. The gypsy neared the car and, taking a firm hold of the outside edges, flipped it into its own erratic motion, against the direction of the ride, with one movement of his strong arms.
Round and round the slave span. Nausea hit him suddenly and he slumped down in the car to protect his neck, the weight of his head pulling against the force of the fast spinning motion.
