I had always warned Mandy that one day she might actually get what she desired. Her kinky and perverted mind were constantly in motion, always dreaming of ways in which she might be finally dominated by someone that was able to take complete control.
Amanda and I had once had a relationship that was, to put it mildly, wild. She was always the one that you would see at a party, the extrovert, loudly exclaiming her rebellion and vigor. She was quite pretty with long red hair, that hung in rivulets down her back, tickling the skin at the small of her back. Her well sculpted tummy always on display as all she ever wore out were short peasant tops and halters. She was always in a state of sexual arousal and I would often make up a reason to bend down in front of her so, as my face brushed past her pale skin that so seductively dipped behind her too low jeans, I would be treated to the most delightful mixture of perfume and feminine musk imaginable. I would always be instantly turned on by this heady fragrance. She was for the most part, without inhibitions, which I often found to be both exciting and embarrassing. At one party I had excused myself to bathroom, and when I returned found her in the middle of the room, her shirt pulled up with another girl licking bourbon off her breasts, being dispensed from above by an obliging young man. This was how everybody knew her to be, but I knew Amanda in a very different way.
In private, Amanda was quiet and demure and very submissive. While she lived with me she was my submissive and she relished serving me. I was not very knowledgeable in the art of BDSM and therefore she was the one who often brought new ideas to the fore, suggesting how I might dominate her. Things went along quite smoothly for about a year and we dabbled in all sorts of fetishes, not deeply, but more as exploration. It was then that I received word that my grandfather had passed away most suddenly and that I was the sole beneficiary of his estate. I would need to travel to Germany to manage things. I had asked Amanda if she would like to accompany me as it might be a long time before I would return. Much to my surprise she declined and we went our separate ways which saddened me greatly.
I closed my affairs in New York and moved to a small hamlet outside of Munich. My grandfather's estate was expansive and it was obvious that I was quite set as would be my children and theirs as well. Being an American I was not looked on to keenly by the locals as I had inherited the largest property in the area and employed about half of the village in various businesses that I owned. I was looked on as a Baron. The house, let me rephrase, the castle sat on a hillside with a long winding road that approached its enormous gates. It was nestled in a deep woods that one could easily get lost in if you wandered off the trail or the road. I was very content, but lonely.
It was about two years later that my affairs took me back to New York, and during a break in my extensive business meetings I wanted desperately to look up Amanda and see how she was. I made several inquiries and soon learned that she was staying in a small hotel in Greenwich Village. When I arrived, I was a little taken back by the appearance of the place. It was dark and run down with many broken windows in the upper floors. A small neon sign hummed in the window, its bright red VACANCY, the only visible light in the building. I cautiously walked up the stairs to the third floor and stood outside the door of her room for what seemed like an hour. I think I was afraid of what I was going to find on the other side. I knocked, and the door pushed slightly ajar. I could hear the TV in the background as I peered around the door jam and into the room. She was sleeping on the bed. I stood and watched her for a while, the girl I remembered had faded.
She looked hardened, older, her clothes were dirty and smelled. Her hair was shorter, frizzy and unkempt. Gone was my luscious redheaded vixen, the erotic smell of perfume and sex replaced by an unwashed and abhorrent odor. I backed up towards the door and made my exit, closing it softly behind me. I was heartbroken. As I made my way to outside, something made me turn around and go back and to this day I don't know why. This time I knocked loudly, but there was no response. Three times I knocked, until my knuckles hurt. I pushed the door open and rushed over to the bed and checked her over. She was alive, but only just. I carried her down the stairs, laid her across the back seat of my car and rushed her to Hospital.
Several hours later I was informed of her condition. She was dehydrated, malnourished and suffering from prolonged drug abuse. I went into her room and what I saw was upsetting. She was emaciated and pale with numerous tubes and wires running from her body. I watched as her chest rose and fell, the hospital gown that she was wearing afforded me a view of the side of her torso and I swore I could count each and every rib. I queried the doctors on her prognosis and they were quite forthcoming in stating that without proper supervision, she most likely would slip back into this condition and possibly die. This was not the first time they had treated her. Right then I had made up my mind that she was going back home with me, I was going to get my Mandy back whatever the cost. After two days she awoke to find me at her side. Tears rolled down her cheeks unchecked as I explained my intentions. "I'm so glad you came back for me Derek, you saved me." She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her and for the first time since my return I felt like I could help her.
During her recovery in the hospital I set about arranging all her paperwork, passport and visas that she would need for her trip back to Europe. I also settled some debts that she had accrued and closed her affairs in New York.
The trip back to Munich was filled with an exchange of experiences and I found out just how close she had come to dying. Amanda was still quite weak and relied on me to support her as we walked, I didn't mind at all. I was overjoyed just to have her back. Upon arrival at my estate she was in shock at the wealth I had enjoyed over the last two years. She was equally impressed with the castle and the grounds, but was intimidated by the remoteness of the place and said she felt overwhelmed. "I feel like a minnow that's been swallowed up by a whale." She said sheepishly.
"You'll get used to it my dear, now let me take you to your room." I had thought it best for Amanda to have her own quarters during her rehabilitation, so I gave her the suite in North wing of the castle and assigned two female servants to address her needs. She knew that this was not going to be easy and had agreed to do whatever was necessary. I had hired the best drug rehab specialist in Munich to monitor her progress. He and his assistant would be in complete control for the next month and I made a promise not to interfere in any way. All I asked for was progress reports. On the first day of her rehab the assistant made an initial assessment and brought the results to me in my library.
"Sir, she is in quite bad shape and her body has been damaged by her abuse of drugs. We are contemplating using one of the more drastic of our plans to recover her. It will involve some things that may not be pleasant for her." The assistant seemed hesitant to discuss the details.
"Please, go on. I am curious as to your course of action." I encouraged the assistant to detail the treatment.
"The first step in the treatment is removing her from her past quickly and completely which tends to induce a shock euphoria. Part of this has already been accomplished by bringing her to Germany and a totally foreign environment. We also require as complete a loss of identity as possible which entails removal of all hair from her body."
