Vanished

“Today I have a special treat for you, little one just for you being such a good cock sucker. Would you like a treat?” he asked cradling my cheek gently in his big hand.

Still kneeling, “Oh yes, Master. Are you taking me to town?”

“Come, let me dress you. You haven’t even seen the beautiful clothes I had custom made for you.”

“How’d you do that, you don’t know my measurements?” I inquired with a puzzled look on my face. I was used to having clothes custom made and I knew it took measurements and lots of fittings to achieve that perfect look. “Did you save some of my old clothes?”

“No. Let’s have a look and see how you like them.”

I was excited about the prospect of actually wearing clothes again after weeks of being kept nude at all times. I couldn’t hide my big smile as I let him lead me into the central room. The room was flooded with warm mid-morning sunshine that added to the room’s country charm.

Master pushed on what appeared to be just another log, but a door sprung open. A rainbow of colors came into view as the sun reached in and touched my new clothes. There were reds, yellows, blues, a beautiful deep blue almost a midnight blue and a brilliant emerald green. The garments all looked as if they were made of nothing more than tissue paper thin wisps of gossamer. A sunbeam tinged the rack full of clothes with iridescence.

But I was looking for clothes. You know the type that I had worn before, tailored suits, sweaters and slacks with lots of pretty blouses in an array of colors like these and of course my beloved jeans. My mouth fell open, slack-jawed in disappointment. I looked up into my Master’s face. His was delighted and animated while mine was taking on that pasty look as shock set in again. I whispered, “You said, clothes….?”

We watched the disappointment slide across the other’s face, each for our own reasons. My bottom lip quivered as I fought to control my disappointment. I could feel my eyes bubbling with tears, though none spilled out. He hid his better; it was just a fleeting shadow that darkened his good looks. It made me afraid.

“You said….,” I said with my chin tucked into my chest. I couldn’t look at him. I knew he’d win. Quietly I sniffled, with my thumb and forefinger stemmed the tears as I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Slave, when will you learn? It’s not about what you want. I will dress you anyway I desire and you can like them or not, but hear this. You will wear them!” he said. He almost spit the words out at me. Spittle showered me.

The rebel in me surfaced, “You said … I thought you meant … town ….. You don’t expect me to go to town dressed like this do you?” I had secret plans for when I arrived in town and they meant police and going home. Ever since he had mentioned clothes my head had been swirling with plots and counterplots. It would just take one trip to some town and I would be out of here. But I knew that meant real clothes, and these just didn’t count.

“You silly little fool, who said anything about town? … You, did not me.”

In a daring move I looked him square in the eye and as I haughtily as I dared, said, “But you didn’t disagree, so I thought,” He laughed in my face. It was a stand off, I may be learning some of his lessons but that didn’t include how to back down. I knew I should apologize but I couldn’t get the words to do more than loosely form in my mind. My lips remained sealed.

Finally Master ended my reign of defiance, by choosing a short emerald green outfit and matching high heels. “Come over here I want to dress you, little one,” taking my hand he pulled me over to the chair and unceremoniously pushed me into it, only to say, “No stand up for minute.”

I wanted with all my heart to snap, “Make up your mind!” Better judgment won. With an all-telling sigh of resignation I stood. My arms folded across my chest were my last stand. Stubborn, defiant and tenacious were words that everyone used to define me and I would not let his Polly Anna transformation go smoothly.

“You li'l she-devil,” he whispered with a deep frown worrying his brow. I wasn’t sure what he meant. The words were anything but endearments, but his tone made they seem like they were.

“Hold your arms out.” He deftly slipped an emerald green strapless corset around my waist and slid it up under my breasts. “Take a deep breath and let it all out, like this,” he said demonstrating the technique.

“Then you wear the damn thing, if you know how to do it.” Talk about pushing it, I was going to the nth degree.

“NOW!” I hadn’t known he could speak so sharply or so loudly. But I knew now. Boy, did I acquiesce quickly. With that one word I decided that maybe I had pushed the envelope about as far as I dared for now. I slowly took in as much air as my lungs would hold then, I pushed it out all the way.

He quickly and expertly did up the hooks of the corset up then pulled the laces even tighter. I panted trying to pull in air. “Oh for heavens sake, just take little breaths you won’t die,” he sarcastically said.

“Easy for you to say,” I said in a soft whisper. I hadn’t thought he’d be able to hear me.

“Yup, it took no effort at all,” he said as patted my check like an errant child.

Looking down it was as it I was wearing nothing, well not quite nothing, but close. There were side pieces that pushed all of my breasts out front but there was only a tray-like contraption holding them up. He manhandled my breasts until they looked like they were ready for presentation. His hands felt dry and hot as he manipulated my breasts. As he bent close to me I could smell his cologne and I knew I was melting.

“Sit.”

It was such a strange experience to have a man put hose on me but he seemed to know what he was doing. And fortunately they were nude not emerald green or I would have been the jolly green giant or the little leprechaun depending on how you looked at such things. Next came the same green shoes. Now they were high heels. I hadn’t worn any that high since my college dates when I was out to impress would-be husbands.

I took his hand and wobbly stood on these stilettos. For the first time, I looked him eye to eye and it gave me a perverse sense of accomplishment. I suppose some would say I was sicko to feel like that, but that’s how I felt.

“Now go and put your make up on correctly and brush your beautiful hair.”

Expertly I applied it making sure it enhanced the outfit. The final touch was a deep earthy wine colored lipstick that suited my skin as well as the green. Then I brushed my long curly hair until it flowed over my back like a river of burnished copper. Master came forward with the gossamer cape as I lifted my hair. With a shake of my head my auburn hair settled back into place.

Then it hit me. the cape was short. I mean short. If I stood very straight and still it covered my ass cheeks and my mound. You didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know that when I walked my ass would hang out and with each step the cape would give a flash of my nude pussy. Now I knew for sure we weren’t off to town, not dressed like this.

“Come on.” He took my hand. As I walked away I couldn’t help but peek over my shoulder at the vision I made. I smiled to myself. Master whispered in my ear, “Beautiful, and all mine.”

Remember the stairs I fell down, well now he was expected me to navigate them in these grossly high heels. I couldn’t do it in bare feet, how would I manage now on my five inch stilts. “Hell.” I held on to Master with such a death grip that he actually winced.

The rich smell of the leather furniture permeated the club room. Its cool gloom in direct juxtaposition with the warm sunniness upstairs. Remembering the last time I was down here I glanced towards the back and shuddered at the thought of my horse ride. I said a silent pray when Master led the way towards the French doors. I couldn’t help but look up at the erotic story board lamp shade. Between the memories of the mirrored room and the story told in glass, I felt my dewiness grow to plain out wetness.

“Master…” I said hanging back as he held the door for me. “Please, don’t.”

“Suzie your subjects await you.”

Stepping into the sunlight, I stopped squinting, blinded by the brightness. “Huh?”

“Well, I’m king cat around here and you belong to me, so I guess that makes you queen pussy, as I see it,” he chuckled at his pun. I looked out into the village square with its large pool and its apron all decked out in deep forest green umbrellas and matching wooden furniture. I felt as if I was being watched. I wheeled trying to spy them. I knew I was being paranoid.

Really it was a lovely setting and someone had done a lot of planning. Each log cabin was tucked away between rocky outcrops ensuring privacy for everyone. As we walked past the first cabin, I saw a curtain fall back into place. I decided that they were expecting me and they wanted to see what Master Geoff had taken as his own.

“Your subjects,” he said nonchalantly.

“Get real.”

“Seriously think about it, your mine and I’m king cat around here seriously. That makes you queen kitty or princess pussy as you wish.” He gave me a mock bow.

“Stop that.” I just had to test out my reasoning, “Is that why the women seem too like me but I the other night I felt a certain smugness among them when you were forcing me to drink?” “I would hope not, but you may be right. There was one little gal here who I was thinking of purchasing before you landed in my life,” he shared with a twinge of regret.

“Hey, if you want her, I’ll gladly take my leave. I have a family missing me and you can have your little tart.”

He drove a stake into my heart with his retort, “Are you sure they miss you?”

“You bastard!” I screamed at him. I knew I sounded like a shrew, but I didn’t care. Suddenly it was as if all the sunniness had faded out of the day.

It was as if had goaded me into my outburst to announce our arrival. Masters and their subs started to come out to stand in front of their cabins. Master Geoff insisted we go and speak to every single one of them. He and his friends talked about me as if I wasn’t there. He told and retold first one then the next about how upset I was over my wardrobe. Even the other subs laughed at my discomfort, only that nice one from the other night appeared uncomfortable with how my day was going.

With every step my cape floated open, and my nude pubis winked. The people, subs, masters and the hired help all were watching me be paraded like a prize cow through this private village. There was enough of a wind racing up the valley that it kissed my labia and tantalizingly lifted my cape. The combination was electric. I couldn’t ever remember wanting or needing to be fucked so badly.

Being the good sub, I asked permission to speak, “Master, may I speak.” Master and his buddy Ed were in a tete-a-tete. He nodded ignored me. I knew better than push it.

My feet ached. My calf muscles burned from the unnatural strain, but still we proceeded. At each cabin I leaned on Master’s arm more and more. At the farthest point, I gazed back up at the large cabin and realized that I now thought of it as my home and it was a long walk back. I hoped Master would let me take my shoes off. I fervently wished I was back there in the safety of my sunny room with all its quirky routine.

“Let’s visit the training center. I think you likely should spend some time down here and it just might help you to see how the trainers work their magic,” he said as we approached the largest building and the newest too. As we neared the double screen door, I heard the whistle of a whip and the air was suddenly filled with an inhuman scream that suddenly seemed to be muffled. I stopped dead in my tracks, rooted in mid step.

I knew there were others following us and their presence took on a sinister air. But pride be damned I was not going in there under any circumstances. “Please, sir?!” I begged deprecatingly.

I heard Ronnie’s whiney voice challenging Master’s ability to break me and I knew that male honor was now in play. It was obvious even to me that Ronnie’s snide remarks were sealing my fate. It was no longer my choice or even Master’s, there were bigger pieces to this puzzle. Master was going to have to make an example of me, if his reputation as trainer extraordinaire was going to preserved. I wheeled on Ronnie with fire in my eyes and murder in my heart.

“Leave me the fuck alone, you asshole,” I hissed at the little weasel. I hated that man. The others Ed and Jimmy I was neutral about, but Ronnie had no redeeming features as far as I was concerned.

To add insult to injury I offered my sympathy to Ronnie’s newest sub. Her name was Amanda and I’d heard Master say she was a divorcee who was only twenty three and she was the youngest person in the camp. “Hello, Amanda, I’m Suzie. Nice to meet you and let me give you a piece of advice.” I said sweetly. “I know you have only been here a couple of days, but leave. He’s a fuckin’ pig! Get out of here before he can hurt you. Ronnie is bad news.” I watched delightedly as Ronnie nearly went berserk at the nerve of another’s sub.

I was beyond caring. Master grabbed my arms and shook me like a rag doll, then he slapped he hard across the face. Finally I calmed down. “Remember your place, you little slut.”

“Ronnie what can I say, she’s just a slut in training,” he said trying to appease his client.

Pushing me towards the door he hissed, “March, do not say a word or you may find yourself needing to learn a new language as you take up residency on the other side of the ocean.”

To Be Continued...