Disclaimer: I was informed that my previous disclaimer did not absolve me from being a horrible person. The person then informed me of the proper "safe, sane, consensual" way to conduct blackmail. I fully believe everyone should be SSC, however, I don't acknowledge that there is a way to do blackmail in such a manner. Even if someone agrees to something ahead of time, if they want to stop, and you don't, it is illegal and immoral -- as it should be.
I can't think of much that would be more wrong than capturing someone, selling them into slavery, and making them fight to the death. That didn't stop me from enjoying the Spartacus TV series on Showtime.
The great thing about stories is that they let us explore parts of ourselves in the safety of our imagination that wouldn't be safe to explore in real life. Many people have fantasies where they are kidnapped or coerced in some way. They enjoy reading stories or watching shows with those themes. That doesn't mean they condone those things or are stupid enough to let some stranger shove them into a van.
So to be clear: blackmail is bad. If someone tries to do that do you, go to the police. Stories are make-believe, and this one is not meant to encourage bad behavior.
I side with Dee Snider, not Tipper Gore.
That ends this PSA, my apologies.
Chapter 1
The next few weeks saw Madison start to fall into a routine. She still felt guilty about letting this man use her body. But despite that, she found herself looking forward to her time with her Master.
At times it was humiliating. Other times it was painful. On occasion, it was quite inconvenient. Sometimes it was all of the above. But something about it filled a hole in her that she now realized had always been there. Visiting her Master made her feel wanted, useful, like she had a purpose.
She was surprised to find that after a hard day at work, her trips to see her Master were often more helpful than going home to complain about her day to her husband.
She loved her husband dearly. He was a great listener. He was always supportive. But there was something about just turning her brain off for a while that was cathartic.
Madison and Naomi had turned into good friends. The older woman was a great resource. Madison had never had a friend that she could talk to about the feelings she had spent so many years ashamed of.
Naomi proved to be very supportive and even more patient. Madison had more than one minor breakdown. She found falling into her new role as a slave much easier than she had expected, but every so often she was struck with a sudden attack of guilt.
The woman she now saw as a sort of mentor always calmed her down. She encouraged the young woman to try to separate the two parts of herself, at least until she adjusted. Unfortunately, Bill didn't always cooperate. He seemed to enjoy humiliating the young woman.
Still, she talked to the beautiful redhead often and was always open about her feelings. At some point, Naomi's talks did convince her that there was nothing wrong with her feelings. She wasn't sure when that had happened.
The older woman had insisted that her need to turn her brain off for a bit was normal and that she shouldn't feel bad about it. She said that many people felt the same way she did and that it was natural. The young woman believed her. She felt better about her feelings, but not about what she was doing to her husband.
Then, about two months into her new life, Madison surprised her Master, Naomi, and even herself when after a particularly long day at work she contacted Naomi to ask if she could see her Master.
Madison wasn't sure why she contacted Naomi instead of talking to her Master directly. Maybe she was too shy. Maybe she wanted reassurance it was OK. Or maybe it was just because it felt wrong to contact him and ask for something. That wasn't how this worked. He contacted her with instructions, not the other way around.
Naomi had been more than happy to talk to her husband on Madison's behalf. Within minutes he had texted instructions to Madison. And so after leaving work two hours late, she didn't go home to her husband. She drove straight to her Master.
She pulled into his garage, stripped naked, and when he answered the door, begged him to use her.
And use her he did.
First, he had again taken her lipstick and this time wrote "property of Master Bill" across her chest while telling her how thoroughly "his" she was.
Then, he had carried the smaller woman upstairs and thrown her on the bed. Him pleasing her orally was quite a rare occurrence, but he began doing his best impression of a predator trying to devour her. When she felt herself getting close he stopped.
He flipped her over and then proceeded to paddle her off and on for what seemed like forever. It had felt different, not being restrained, knowing nothing was keeping her there except for her desire.
The older man had seemed to know exactly what she could take. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more he gave her a bit to recover, only to start again. And of course the entire time he told her in no uncertain terms what she was and who she belonged to.
Eventually, the man stopped. He had her rise to her hands and knees, then took her from behind -- her long hair firmly in his grasp and hurting as he brought himself to orgasm inside of her.
Her Master having 'finished', Madison, who had forgotten all about her day, her entire life outside these walls, assumed it was time for her to go home.
Bill had other ideas. He handcuffed the young woman and attached her hands to a hook in the ceiling. There was just enough slack that she could stand if she stood on her tiptoes.
He left her there for what had seemed like forever before returning with a vibrator. The vibrator worked on her clit as the man tightly squeezed and pinches her breasts. Several times he reached in to kiss her hungrily.
She would never forget how she had felt -- the ecstasy and the awkwardness of it. Her ass burned and was a constant distraction. The sensations coursing through her made it impossible to stay on her toes. She alternated between standing on her toes and hanging there by her arms like a rag doll.
When she finally came, she came hard. As she started to come back to herself she realized that the stress and anxiety from her day at work were well and truly gone.
When he told her it was time to leave she went back to the garage to dress. Just as she was opening her car to get her clothes, Naomi entered the garage. Had she been home this whole time? The younger woman hadn't seen any trace of her.
Naomi gave her some wet wipes, making sure to tell her not to use them until she was out of sight of her Master. Madison had been grateful. She had forgotten all about the writing on her chest, though obviously as she put her bra on she would have noticed it. It was kind of the woman to solve that little problem for her.
That wasn't the only problem she had solved for the younger woman. Madison had been shocked to find out it was 11 pm. Naomi had found her phone in the unlocked car and texted Madison's husband, saying that she was still working and that she was going to help her friend Naomi with something on the way home.
By this point, her husband had met Naomi several times. The two got along well. When she arrived home her husband had food waiting for her. He had felt bad she had to work so late, but didn't think anything of the work or her stopping to see Naomi on the way home.
Madison couldn't help but feel like the worst person in the world for what she had done, but she found that she was glad that there was no backing out. The past few months had taught her just how much she needed to feed this other side of herself.
It was almost like there were two Madisons now. The more she experienced, the harder it was to imagine her life without her slave alter ego. It started to feel less and less like a part she played for her master, and more and more like the real Madison.
Chapter 2
Now, here she was. How long had it been? 8 weeks? 10? The time had all started to blend together. Either way, in just a few short weeks she had gone from a fairly typical suburban wife to someone who knew full well just how addicted she was to being treated like property.
Her husband had a business trip coming up. She had talked to Naomi and Bill and everything was all planned out.
Her husband would leave Friday morning. Madison would take the day off of work. She would go over to her Master's house and stay there until her husband returned on Sunday.
Naomi would keep Madison's phone in case her husband called. Missing a call wouldn't raise any red flags, but not answering it all weekend certainly would. Naomi would run interference and bring her the phone if and when it was necessary.
Madison felt that odd mix of anticipation, anxiety, and longing that she was getting so addicted to. Her big adventure was less than 24 hours away.
Naomi had joined her and her husband for dinner. As bad as it made her feel, something about it turned the young woman on.
The dinner was going well. Madison's husband, Andrew liked the older woman. He was glad her wife had found such a good friend. She had drifted apart from her college crowd over the years.
"So do you two have a big weekend planned?"
Madison had been taking a drink of wine, one advantage of having put off trying to have children, and had trouble keeping it in. Fortunately, before she could think of a proper answer Naomi stepped in for her.
"Oh, nothing concrete, but I am sure we will find a way to stay busy and entertained."
"Well, my wife has been working hard lately. She needs a chance to blow off some steam. I hope you come up with something fun to take her mind off of work for a while." He laughed. "Just do me a favor and don't let her get in too much trouble."
Naomi laughed and looked directly at Madison, who could feel herself blushing. "I am sure we can find something to take her mind off of things. No promises on keeping her out of trouble though."
Madison wanted to speak, but couldn't manage. She knew that normally she would have had a witty retort here. She suddenly realized that after the first few minutes of dinner she had been unusually quiet and worried that staying silent like this would give her secret away.
Her husband didn't seem to notice though. He just bantered back and forth with Naomi.
