The Gameeeper

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

The clerk dropped off yet another case on my desk and walked away without a word. "Oh goody, another case," I murmured quietly to myself. "I bet this one is duller than dish water." I read a little of it... it was. Dammit, I was coming up on my 25th birthday. I knew I should be grateful that I had a job with this firm, and the perks and salary allowed me to have a good life. But as the low person on the totem pole, I got all the crap cases. And my current personal life had become so dull that it was spilling over into my job, making it also feel dull and lifeless. Dating occasionally, I still hadn't found the right person in my life. He or she was probably still out there somewhere, but not trying very hard to find me, as near as I could tell.

"Let's face it, Sylvia -- you're bored," I thought silently. "You need a break. You need an adventure of some type. You need to take a risk and break out of this mold," I coached myself. I thought about it a while. My thoughts continued, "I don't want another skiing vacation because I don't need cold and snow. And just sunning myself on some beach while guys walk by ogling me, but too scared to even chat -- nope. I'd probably fall asleep and end up sunburned."

I was still mulling over my dilemma when I got home. Frustrated, I yelled to my untenanted house, "I need to shake my life up!" Desperately flicking through various web sites, I came across an advertisement for an upcoming convention. What caught my eye was that it claimed to be a fetish / bondage convention, and it was only about an hour away from my home. "That certainly sounds different!" I exclaimed. I imagined people garbed in leather and latex, and probably not prudish in their choice of clothing. "Maybe they'll have outfits for sale. Maybe even strange toys to play on or play with, if I'm lucky. I could probably wear a mask while attending -- I doubt they'd find that to be strange."

I daydreamed a little. "I've always thought leather and latex outfits were really sexy. Leather can make the person look powerful -- almost invulnerable. And latex can look like a second skin, clinging to every hillock and cranny of the body. If I add to that the idea of being helpless and used sexually by some dominant person I usually shiver with anticipation and get quite wet at my pussy," I mused.

Which seemed to be happening right now, just because I was imagining the situation. My body was voting strongly that this might be the adventure that I needed. Deciding to go for it, I ordered a ticket and room for the convention. I was anxious to see how people behave at such gatherings, and how tolerant they are to newcomers like myself. I basically wanted to see if I was missing something important in my life. "Maybe once I'm there I'll find some outfits and toys for my private collection," I thought. Yes, in my bedroom I had no outfits yet, but I did have a few such toys and they were my little secret!

When the day came I was already packed. I headed out the door with the ticket in my purse for the drive to the hotel. The hotel was very nice and the parking area was almost full so I took that to indicate that there was going to be a good crowd in attendance.

I checked in and found my room to be nice and spacious, on the third floor with a nice view. The convention started the next day at 10 AM and I was very keen to see the displays different companies would have.

I got up early and fixed my makeup and my shoulder length brown hair. Good quality fetish type clothes can be very expensive. Since I really have no one to play with, I didn't indulge in the purchasing of top end products. The best I had currently was a short leather skirt with a crisp white top and stockings. I knew it wasn't all that exotic, but at least I was making a small effort.

I headed for the convention floor. As I got closer, I could hear the noise behind the door. The security was impressive, as my ticket, like everyone's, was checked before a person was allowed to enter. It felt a little like Christmas as I opened the door, with lots of twinkling colored lights, and my eyes being drawn to tall, rather colorful and mysterious displays. Like Christmas, there was so much to see, and so much excitement in the air! Wide-eyed, I marveled as I walked around looking at all the displays and the models but also the onlookers wearing such outstanding and somewhat daring and astonishing fashions.

After several hours of wandering around gathering company brochures and prices, trying to soak it all in, I came to a display that claimed to offer 'experiences of a life time', for one day or one week. There was a handsome black guy manning the booth. He was attractive in many ways, being well built, well-spoken and radiating a smile that would melt butter. He looked quite comfortable about everything that was going on around him, as if very used to it.

Curious, but a little shy, I asked him, "What is it that you offer? What are experiences of a life time?"

His smile intensified, if that was even possible, as he replied, "We offer total immersion for a submissive. In other words, the participant is expected to obey without question for the period of their contract with us. And once it begins, there's no escape until the contract time has elapsed, unless the participant speaks a special code word. If they do that, we help them to leave immediately, but there's no refund."

Since he mentioned the lack of a refund, I looked at a small brochure and saw that the price was high, actually very high indeed. Of course, I could afford it, and in my heart of hearts I felt this might be exactly what I needed for an adventure to shake up my dull life. We checked our calendars and learned my experience could actually start on my birthday, and run for a full week. I took the fact that it would start right on my birthday as a good omen. I paid for it, thinking, "I'm buying a birthday present for myself." I was given paperwork and advised to read it carefully, because when my adventure started, there was no going back. When I got home, I skimmed the contract, signed it, and mailed it back.

Time passed. The butterflies flapping around inside my tummy told me that today was my birthday. I was officially on a two week vacation from work. Staying home to be near my phone in case someone called, I was lounging around in a long, ratty old T-shirt that hung down to my thighs, and a pair of old panties. I also tiptoed around my place, and was in such a state of anticipation that sometimes I forgot to breathe. To say I was nervous would be a gross understatement, but my day was certainly not dull. However, trying to watch TV, or trying to read a book was not helping as a mental diversion. Time was slowly crawling by like a snail trying to climb uphill! It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop, as we say!

The day crept by, but nothing was happening, and the butterflies were sort of strangled because now my innards seemed to be twisted into knots. Finally in the early evening a delivery van pulled up my driveway. I wasn't expecting a delivery, but then again perhaps some special outfit came with the agreement -- I hadn't read anything about it in the contract, but it might be something kinky to get the adventure going.

Sure enough, a guy carrying a large package got out of the truck. Approaching the front door as I was opening it, he said, "A signature is required for this package, Miss."

As I turned my back to go and get a pen, I was pushed inside, there was the sound of an empty box being dropped, a rag covered my face and I passed out briefly. When consciousness returned, I woozily learned that my hands were handcuffed behind my back and apparently handcuffs were on my ankles, too! My grogginess instantly evaporated when I realized I was completely naked! My T-shirt and panties had apparently been cut off me, because they were in a ragged pile on the floor next to me. And my captor was kneeling next to me, leering at my body. As I opened my mouth to complain and ask him what he thought he was doing, he pushed a small ball into my mouth, sealing it in place with three pieces of tape. Now I could only breathe, mumble and glare at him.

Looking around frantically I recognized that the guy must've gone into my bedroom and pulled the blanket off my bed because that was piled nearby. So my hitherto sacred bedroom space had been violated, but as near as I could tell he hadn't taken any liberties with my body... yet. Next, he placed a thick pad of some material over each of my eyes and taped those in place as well. Now I was in total darkness, and I imagine my breasts were rising and falling enticingly as my breathing accelerated to keep up with my frightened, throbbing heart. I couldn't protest as the guy rolled me into that blanket. And from the sounds of it, he ripped off long strands of tape to make sure the blanket wouldn't fall off, leaving me in something like a cocoon, helpless and unable to move much at all. Luckily, the blanket wasn't tight around my head, so I had no trouble breathing. He must've called someone on his cell phone because I heard a faint answer and all the delivery guy said was, "Package secured." He then hung up.

Since some time had passed, it must have grown dark outside. I heard him go out my front door, apparently leaving it open, because he returned in just a few minutes. I hadn't actually noticed that he'd backed the truck into my driveway, but I guessed that the back door of his truck was open. Picking me up like a rug delivery, he carried me to his waiting truck, gently placing me in the back.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if all of this was part of the agreement I'd made for my adventure. But rationally, I thought, "What are the odds that some unknown person picked exactly this day to abduct me in this manner? It must be what I signed up for -- at least I sure hope it is." That hope kept me from panicking too much as the truck started and we were off. I tried to keep track of my journey from the gentle pressure on my body from the movements of the truck. We seemed to mostly be heading south when suddenly he turned sharply, which caused me to roll across the truck floor until I stopped against a side wall. The blanket absorbed the impact so in one way I was glad I was wrapped up. But as the truck finally ground to a halt, I wondered what was going to happen next.

My hearing made more acute by my personal darkness, I heard some sort of engine starting up. Someone -- I assumed it was the delivery driver -- lifted the blanket with me still enclosed in it, and moved me toward the sound. I could tell that because it was growing in volume. Another set of hands grabbed me, allowing the two people to place me carefully on some hard surface. "We can uncover her face area now, I left the blanket loose there. But keep her wrapped to cushion her body," the delivery guy said. This was followed by a lot of banging, maybe of doors. Moments later, the engine sound roared and I felt movement. My stomach did a little flip-flop, making me realize that I was in an airplane, lifting off into the night sky. Where this plane was headed, I had no idea.

With those pads taped over my eyes, I remained in total darkness on the vibrating floor of the plane. I had no concept of time passing and may have dozed a little. The pilot talking and being talked to on a radio focused my attention again, and my stomach flutters, plus other sounds I was hearing told me that we were landing.

We were met by some vehicle, into which I was loaded and driven away. I was exhausted and placed on a bed. As the pads were carefully removed from covering my eyes, it appeared that I was in a shack. The guy bending over me also carefully pulled the tapes off my mouth area and fished the ball out of my mouth. However, he left my wrists and ankles handcuffed as they were. Yielding to my uppermost need, I asked him, "May I please have some water?" He only grunted, but he did fetch a glass of water and elevated my upper body to help me drink it. I was too tired to ask any more questions and didn't protest as he left silently.

I got several hours of sleep and awakened to morning light when some woman in a nurse's uniform opened the door to the shack. She pulled the tape off the blanket, which involved a good deal of rolling me back and forth. Finally, she asked, "Are you awake enough to stand on your feet?"

I blinked a few times, and not knowing what else to call her, replied, "I think so, Nurse."

She stood me on my feet, which made unwrapping the blanket much easier and a lot more dignified than rolling me across the floor. Once the blanket fell away, I stood there still naked, with handcuffs at my wrists and ankles. The air felt good on my skin after the confinement of the blanket, and I was glad it was a nurse observing my nudity. There was no way I could modestly cover my tits or pussy. I wasn't free, but it felt good to move my arm and leg joints a little, and stretch my torso from side to side.

Producing a handcuff key, the nurse only removed the cuffs from my ankles. Not trusting me to be able to walk around much at that point, she lifted me up and carried me out of the shack and over to a small building. It looked a little like it might be a medical building. Reaching a padded table, she placed me face down on it. There was a round rubber cushion my face fit into, so I could breathe easily and rest my head level with the table, almost like some massage table. Before I knew what was happening, the nurse pulled straps over my body at several levels and cinched them tight. There was nothing I could do about this. I was completely helpless so I stayed as I was, feeling so passive that I didn't protest or even ask any questions. But I was sure wondering what was going on.

I felt something cool and wet on my back between my shoulders. From time to time, I could see her legs and feet through a hole in the rubber cushion as she moved around. Then there was a buzzing sound and I felt some pressure between my shoulders and neck. From the sharp impacts, I guessed I was being tattooed! That would be a permanent marking, whereas I'd only agreed to a single week for my adventure. Maybe these people had nothing to do with it after all, and I'd really been abducted! I tried to fight the straps as I started to complain, "Wait! You can't do this to me!"

In response, the nurse slapped my ass so hard that it shocked me to stillness. "I just do what I'm told, so hold still!" she commanded.

Fighting back my tears, helpless and vulnerable, I submitted as the buzzing and sharp impacts continued. It took a while and when it was done, she placed some kind of large dressing over it, taping the dressing in place. I sagged on the table, glad that ordeal was over. But a rag appeared in front of my face and I grew drowsy, almost falling asleep. When I regained my focus, I was now on my back with my wrists no longer handcuffed behind me. But they were secured by my sides against the table edge, and again many straps tightly crossed my body, immobilizing me.

The nurse lowered the support that was holding up my head, so my head fell back and hung down below the table top. To my horror, a different kind of buzzing sound started as she grabbed my hair. I felt the electric clippers running over my head and could almost hear clumps of my hair falling to the floor! It only took a minute or two of long sweeping passes over my head to render me basically bald. Then with a few careful buzzes most of my pubic hair was removed. The nurse stood next to me putting rubber gloves on before she started to smear shaving cream on my head and my area around my pussy and skillfully and carefully shaved both areas bald! After she wiped the cream remnants off, she washed and dried me in both areas. She then picked up the clippers and shaved my eyebrows off. I was totally defeated and just laid there, trying not to weep in dismay.

For some reason, she put what looked like a small surgical tent over the area of my head so I couldn't see my body. I again heard the first buzzing sound and felt the jarring impacts on the area of my mound, right above my pussy. She was apparently placing a second tattoo on me without my consent. When she finished, I'd be bald and have two permanent tattoos! I didn't remember anything about this in the contract I'd signed. Who were these people? When she finished, she also covered my mound with a dressing which was taped in place. Now I realized that all this was for real! I was just an object to be owned, but even worse was yet to come.

As the nurse released me, some burly stranger grabbed my arm in an iron grip and pulled me to the next station. It looked like a blacksmith's shop just like you see in the movies. He sat me down and stood over me as the blacksmith started his work.

The guy measured my wrists and waist and started to bang and forge some hot metal. His movements seemed powerful and he made them look almost effortless. He placed a curved hot piece of metal in water and steam rose. Coming to me, he placed that curved band of metal around my waist and used a machine to seal it tight. There were two chains, one on each side, hanging down from it. He placed my wrist in a cuff, repeated that action on my other wrist, and sealed both like he'd done to the waist band. Then he hooked the chains to the cuffs. When I was allowed to stand, I realized I had slightly over a foot of chain on each side, which severely limited my arm movements.

"You're in luck girl," the blacksmith said. "There's a big party here this week, so you'll be serving. Otherwise you'd be working in the fields." He had the burly guy escort me to where I'd rest and be given food and drink until I received instructions for my party duties. The burly guy guarded my door, but otherwise ignored me, as if I was a piece of furniture, unless I badgered him with questions.

"Why am I here?" I practically yelled at him. "Why am I being kept in this room? Who's in charge and I demand to see her or him!" That was when I learned the purpose of the rod that the guard wore on his belt. He lifted it, touched it to my belly and pressed a stud on it. It was like a cattle prod! A bolt of electric current zapped me, and it felt like I imagine a kick from a mule might feel! I shot backwards, landing hard on my butt, and tried to remember how to breathe.

He hadn't said a word, but now that I was sprawled on the floor, with my thighs scattered apart, he looked at my exposed pussy and leered at it, licking his lips. I was finally breathing, but seeing the lustful expression on his face now I was trying to remember how to work my legs! They skittered around on the floor as I tried to get them under control. Finally I got my thighs together, scooted my bare feet under my bare butt, and using my hands, scooted myself back away from him. I was watching carefully for him to make a move toward me, but then he shrugged and went back to ignoring me.

As a little relief washed through me, I found myself sobbing hard. It embarrassed me to display such weakness, but I couldn't stop myself at that point. I had to bend way over to let my hands reach my eyes as I cried. My situation seemed so hopeless! I'd really been abducted and now I was someone's prisoner. I hadn't told anyone about this planned adventure, so no one knew where I was. After my blindfolded truck ride and plane ride, not even I had any inkling of where I was. I'd gone from building to building too quickly to get much sense of my surroundings.

My fear was partially replaced by anger. Anger at my abductors... anger at that burly guard and his casual use of the cattle prod... and his leering. But I was really angry at myself for allowing myself to get into this situation. Why hadn't I struggled more and fought back more? Why hadn't I tried clawing at people whenever I had the opportunity? Well, that last one I guessed I could answer. "If I injure one of my captors, I don't doubt they'd retaliate and do even worse things to me! So I'd better calm down and try to behave. Maybe somebody here will explain what's going on," I thought.