I heard voices outside and froze. I strained to hear the conversation as it drifted in. I heard my name mentioned. I could tell there were a number of men, with him. They were laughing and joking. 'No he won't bring anyone into this place with me chained here like this, surely not. He would go to jail; he is not so demented.’ I heard at least two maybe three voices plus his deep voice. The door opened and he let three people enter before him. I could have died of the embarrassment, being seen like this.
Addressing the older man, he said, "Well how do we do this? I guess you take over from here, do you?" They were all approaching me. He and the third man picked up the table and brought it with them. They set it about three feet in front of me. The older man plunged down a large leather satchel on the table. My face was hot and my eyes were trying to take in everything. The three strangers all headed for the kitchen sink where they scrubbed their hands very well, almost surgical-like.
He stood beside me and ran his hands over and through my hair murmuring, "Suzie, you will be OK. Just do as he tells you. Be still, girl."
I turned towards him and with my eyes I pleaded for him not to let them hurt me, "It is not too late to let me go, I won't tell anyone, honest. Please don't let them hurt me, please." I whispered to him. He just smiled and kept petting me.
The two younger men returned and started laying out all manner of stuff on the table. The older man returned and asked him, “Geoff, you sure you don't want me to give her something first."
'Geoff. That is his name, Geoff.'
He just shook his head and said, “No.”
“Ok, she is your woman.” He said with a shrug. "Ok, Geoff, it is time she is told what really awaits her so get on with it, my boy."
"All right Suzie, remember what I have already told you, now listen because I only ever say anything to you once. My name was Geoff, Master Geoff to you. It is this way; I have taken over ownership of you. You are mine, sort of like a marriage, but there is no need for love in this matter, at least not at first, maybe later. But it doesn’t make any difference, you belong to me." He said with a shrug. "You will be whomever I want you to be. In my eyes you are still a virgin until I take you and that will be soon, my love. Yes I will love you, in my special way. You will learn how to anticipate my needs or you will be badly hurt. The first things you are going to learn is that I can and will cause you pain. Lots of pain! I hope you will learn to get off with it or your life is about to become a living hell, it is your choice.”
I spit the words out emphasizing every one of them. “Like hell you haven't touched me. What the fuck would you call this, you bastard? You cocksuckers, leave me alone, all of you. I will see you in hell before I submit!" My eyes almost shot out sparks.
"I am taking you as my slut wife. You will be mine to use, to abuse as I wish, when I wish and if you displease me I can and will sell you or maybe just give you away. It is only my decision, but if you learn your role well and behave you may make me value you sufficiently to keep you." This Master Geoff was so calm as he delineated my future. I was speechless, in shock.
"This gentleman and his assistants are here to ensure that you will always know who you belong to me. If you just go with the flow, you will survive." My eyes were huge, my throat was dry, and I could not believe what I was hearing. Geoff stepped out of my line of sight and he put his large warm hand on my bare left shoulder and I must admit it was reassuring. "Steady Suzie."
The older man turns towards me with a wide leather belt in his hand. No, is not a belt, it is too small. ‘It looks like the collar we had for our St. Bernard.' I looked perplexed at him and at the other men; I twisted trying to see Geoff to see if he would explain what it was for. I could not see him, but he squeezed my shoulder as if to say, it is okay. I hated myself for turning towards him. I hated him. I hated Geoff. Maybe I would have felt just a little more comfortable if there were at least one woman here, as it was I felt so alone, so vulnerable.
"My name is Buddy and this here is Jimmy and Ronnie." The older man pointed to each one. “We will be with you and Geoff for a day or two, so relax.”
“Here Geoff, she is your woman you should have the honor of putting your collar on her. Suzie, with this collar Geoff is claiming you as his woman, his slut wife." Geoff didn’t say anything to me; he just put the collar around my neck; adjusting it and fastening it. It fit snug but not tight enough to cut off or impede my airflow. Buddy gave Geoff a small padlock and he inserted it into the hasp and locked it. SNAP!!! It was the loudest sound I had ever heard. The finality of that snap sent a visible shudder of revulsion through me. The thought of this permanently around my neck made me panic, screaming, I struggled.
"Shhhh, Suzie, I don't want you gagged during this ceremony but I will if you don't calm down right now. You will see it will be OK. SShhhh." He said giving my shoulder a squeeze. "This was the easy part, I need you to be very strong now."