Broen

Thank you to those of you that have encouraged me to continue this story. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

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Linda awakened to the sound of Ben calling her name softly. She had been in the deepest stages of sleep when he woke her. She surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings as she opened her sleepy eyes. The casita was like an efficiency apartment, she could pretty much see the entire place from where she laid. The sheets on the bed were brightly decorated with splashes of color. The bed frame was a sturdy steel rail design. The brass headboard looked polished and new. The rails were convenient for pulling herself up in the bed. Also good for bondage, she thought to herself.

She stretched as she looked at him standing beside the side rail, sipping coffee from a mug. The tracking collar around her neck felt uncomfortable as well. She could feel the confining corset around her midsection when she moved. The ribbed garment did not make for comfortable sleepwear - especially when it got bunched up beneath her. It felt less tight than before when she straightened it but the ribbing pressed into her body. Otherwise, the top of the corset still compressed her lower ribs just below her bust line. She knew that she must be losing weight from everything that had happened without much to eat. The clasp around her left ankle tugged a little as the steel cable slithered out from under the covers when she moved her leg. It really wasn't a total surprise but it brought her back to the reality that she was his captive. She stopped moving and gave him her undivided attention.

"I tried to let you sleep as long as you needed but it's nearly noon, Linda. You must have been really exhausted. I have some breakfast for you even though it's more like lunch time and the food is pretty well done," he said as he sat down and joined her on the bed. "I trust you slept well."

She remembered her situation and where she was now. The last week or however long she had been under the doctor's control being brainwashed had seemed like a bad dream. She realized that despite her bizarre experiences the unthinkable events had actually happened to her. Linda? When exactly had she become Linda? Was she really sterile or was that just a horrible scare tactic or maybe just another bad dream? Was her hope of someday being a wife and mother really over? Being a slave was forever, wasn't it? She knew she had to figure out a way to escape but where exactly was this place located? How far would she need to go to get to a place of safety? During her sleep she had just been dreaming about normal things in the regular locations like home with her family and friends at her familiar hangouts and office. Waking up made the anxiety return. Her muscles felt stiff and she needed to go use the toilet.

"May I please go to the bathroom, Sir?" she asked as politely as possible.

"Yes, of course," he said as he helped to pull back the covers. "Here, let me unleash you for now. You should be able to reach everything you need in here while tethered but let's give your ankle a break. You will find that you can't go far before you encounter a wall or locked door. I'll give you a tour that will give you a good look at what lies outside my little place here in the desert in a little while."

He unlocked the device that was firmly attached to her ankle and released the loop that had held her tightly. He stood beside her to keep her steady as she crawled out of the bed. He took the opportunity to embrace her, stroking her breasts as he held on. He ran his hands along the fabric edge of the restrictive garment, lifting her breasts where the impression of the welting had left a line.

"We're going to get you out of that corset soon as well, he announced. "I'm sure you could use a nice bath. I want to do some more corset training with you later. Let's make you a little more comfortable for now. First, I'll help you to your bathroom."

With him steadying her she walked slowly through the only door in the casita. She closed the door behind for some semblance of privacy. Closing the door was partly out of habit and partly to test whether he would allow her the privacy. She noticed that he didn't say or do anything when it closed. She caught her reflection in the chrome steel mirror above the sink. Not only was her hair in terrible disarray, she saw bruise marks on her throat. She turned her neck back and forth as she felt the discolored skin. It felt tender but not as bad as it looked. Her thoughts turned to that strange moment from the night before. What had gotten into him? He mostly treated her with respect, and then all of a sudden he surprised her by nearly strangling her. He mentioned that he enjoyed kinky sex. Her body shuddered when she thought about the experience.

Linda was able to sit on the toilet with minimal re-arranging of the corset. She took the opportunity while in the bath to splash some water on her face after washing her hands. She doubted whether she looked any better after the quick sink bath.

She slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked before returning to the room. She noticed that he really wasn't paying much attention to her as he arranged the breakfast that he had brought. There was a solid-looking table with two chairs positioned near the wall on one side of the room. Not having any windows made the room feel dark and stuffy. Ben tried to make the table setting look as appealing as possible. She noticed that he had placed the two plates on adjacent sides of the table as opposed to across from one another. Two mugs of steaming coffee had already been poured. A small arrangement of flowers had also been placed in the center of the table.

"Come, sit down," he told her casually as he went about the preparation of breakfast.

"Can I ask you a question," she spoke as she approached him. "What is a nice guy like you doing buying a slave like me? I mean, you seem normal enough, obviously wealthy and decent so why get a slave? Am I reading you correctly?"

The questions didn't catch him totally off guard. He had mulled that question over himself for quite a while before he decided to go through with acquiring his first slave.

"First of all, that's three questions," he said with a grin. But those are good questions," he began. "Not that I feel like I have to justify myself to you but I think it would be helpful if you understood why I made this decision. Obviously, I have taken part in disrupting your life so you deserve an explanation.

"DISRUPTING???" I'd say something more like destroyed, ruined, cast asunder and totally fucked!" she exclaimed, showing more emotion than he had seen from her before.

Ben remained calm as Linda's anger swelled up again from within.

"I know. I do feel kind of sorry about that aspect but it's like the spoils of war kind of thing. Some slave traders captured you and sold you to me on the open slave market. I'm not saying it's right or wrong, illegal to be sure but it is a part of how mankind has taken what they want throughout the ages. We pretend that slavery was abolished but look at all the ways people become subservient to "masters" in different settings and it's like legalized slavery. Is a person really free when they have to go to their crappy job five days a week just so they can try to pay the bills but still keep falling behind? How about marriage? I don't see any signs of a ring on your finger so I presume that you aren't married."

"No," she answered as she listened.

"By the way, how old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty seven," she replied quietly.

Nice to know. I was wondering. "I've given this a lot of thought so this wasn't an impulse. I made my decision based on many hours of thought as to what I want. What it boils down to is indulging my dark fantasies. I want a woman to whom I am attracted and then have the freedom and control to do anything I wanted with her - uh, you. You can't even do that with a prostitute. A sex slave would be the only way I could imagine having that kind of control and fantasy life.

Linda sat quietly, her eyes transfixed on his. To actually hear him say these thing aloud stung.

You will see that I can be a gentle and respectful master but I am also an animal with animal desires. Just wait until I take you again and act out whatever I please, whenever I please. You may take some training but you will find that it's best to just do as I command. You will find out that there will always be consequences that are worse than what I told you to do. I think that I will enjoy that part of your training with my fantasies. Just so you know, I think I have been pretty good to you so far. If you cross me in any way however, you will release another side of me that, well let's just say neither one of us will like."

Linda felt her fear and panic rise again but remained still, almost frozen in place. What kinds of things might exist in his dark world? For the sake of her survival, she'd have to figure out what made this guy tick and play on his weaknesses. Manipulate him somehow. His little pep talk left her feeling a little less confident than she had felt. She had been successful in a predominantly men's business world by sizing up the guys like Ben and handling them in such a way that they didn't even know that it had happened. She took a deep breath. He walked over behind her and wrapped his arms around her midsection to lead her to her chair at the side of the table, adjacent to the head. His hands slipped up over her breasts with the palms gently brushing over her nipples. She followed his lead and sat quietly as she let him do his thing to her body until he walked back to the kitchen.

She stared toward the wall at nothing in particular. She eyed the table where she knew they would be going soon. The table looked very sturdy with four heavy legs and a thick, distressed top. The top was a solid piece without any split for leaves. The chairs too were made of matching heavy wood with arms that would be suitable for restraints. He served the food onto the plates from a frying pan. He wiggled the heavy chair as he slid it toward the table with her feet dragging on the cool tile floor. He pulled out the other chair at the head of the table and sat down, moving his plate so it was almost touching hers. His right knee touched her left as he pulled up his chair.

"Let's eat now before everything gets cold," he said with his friendly voice as he picked up his utensils. "I hope that I can make things at least a little better for you here in spite of your lost freedom.

You know, it wasn't that many years ago that people captured, sold and bought slaves. That's just not a possibility that any of us in this country even consider - someday being enslaved. I guess each one of us has to decide whether we can live with that reality. I talked myself into it then made the decision to buy a slave. Now, that I see and talk with you it's more difficult to think of that concept in abstract terms. You seem more like just another person rather than a possession. I don't know what I expected but it was certainly more intangible and impersonal in my mind somehow. But that's behind us. I think we both know that there's no going back now. C'mon and have some breakfast with me. We can figure this out as we go."

He took a bite of his food. She knew that changing her situation was going to take some time and cleverness. No sense antagonizing him. She thought of the honey vs. vinegar analogy when it came to attraction and ultimately getting her own way. Sitting practically naked at the table felt very uncomfortable and foreign to her. She detected a slight opening in his psyche and she just needed to get a toe hold in that crevice to start getting into his head. She was feeling hungry anyway and the smell of the bacon and coffee was making her want to get something to eat. She dropped her napkin on the floor to see if he would be a gentleman and pick it up for her. He did. Yes, deep down he was not a slave master she surmised.

She kept her eyes lowered and remained silent, just to play on his sense of being in control and to see what else he might say to fill the uncomfortable silence. Linda placed the napkin on her lap, picked up her fork and started to eat the scrambled eggs on her plate. The food reminded her how famished she was. She quickly devoured all of the food on her plate as well as the mug of black coffee. Ben noticed how quickly the food disappeared.

"They say you can tell a lot about a person's sexual appétit by how they eat their food," he remarked with a grin. "You devoured that like you are so horny and haven't been satisfied in ages." He waited for her response.

She couldn't help but to break a brief smile when she heard his attempt at uncomfortable humor.

"See?" he commented, "We don't have to be so distant. You know what? You are making me so horny right now. I was just thinking about how I'm going to fuck your brains out as soon as we finish our meal.

She remained quiet and still. He leaned over and kissed her left breast as she looked on, startled by his move. His mouth was moist and slick from the eggs and sausage that he had just eaten. She felt the sensation of his warm breath on her skin. The sensation grew as he breathed harder and faster. He worked his well-lubricated lips and tongue around and over her nipple as she remained still. She was still intimidated by him and didn't know yet how he might react to her actions if she did anything. She kept her hands and arms awkwardly up and to her sides, avoiding contact.

His touch felt gentle and soothing which started to arouse her. The situation felt strange for this man to be enjoying her body while she sat, unsure of how she was to respond other than the natural reaction that he elicited from her body. She felt her cheeks grow warm. His right hand reached out to caress her other tit as he continued to seduce her. Linda leaned against the back of the chair as he pressed against her body with his hands holding her thighs. She felt a tingle between her legs. Did that mean that she and he had somehow established some sort of emotional bond or was it strictly physical? A shiver ran through her spine as she could feel her own breathing and heartbeat quicken. Her arms fell limply at her sides as he continued to stimulate her.

Ben suddenly pulled away and stood, grabbing the heavy oak chair back with both hands. He swung her and the chair around so that she was sitting directly in front of him. She was startled by the sudden and rapid motion. He took hold of both of her wrists and pulled them down and around the chair back.

"Hold on to the chair here," he ordered as he placed her fingers around the heavy outermost spindles on the back of the chair

. Linda held fast to the chair as instructed. She bit her lower lip as she waited, then flinched suddenly as she felt his fingertips on her breasts. He slowly circled her areolas, making bumps rise as she shivered again at the delicate pleasure of his touch. Ben played with her breasts, fondling her nipples and stroking her chest as she struggled to remain still. He took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them before he tugged hard enough that they pulled her breasts out before slipping from his grip. Her hold on the chair was so tight that her wrists started to ache from the strain. He reached inside her corset just below her breasts to check the fit by sliding two fingers along the edge.

"Spread your legs a little more for me," he said curtly as he continued to expand the area that he was stroking. His fingers glided down her sides and onto her thighs. He teased her with a brief excursion along her inner thighs until his hands met in the middle.

"Oh, you're getting wet. I'm enjoying this," he said, "but your purpose as my slave is to always be thinking of how you can pleasure or be of service to me. I will be teaching you many things on how you are to behave, show respect and pleasure me. Right now I just want you to do as I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, figuring that he would demand to be called something like "Sir" or "Master."

"Please clear the table and put the dishes next to the sink. You can wash them later. Come back and sit when you're through."

Linda was surprised and disappointed when he stopped enticing her. She arose from the chair to obey his command. Ben watched as she cleared the dishes and washed off the table with a cloth that was in the sink. She returned to the chair and sat down again, paying close attention to her posture. She reached around the back of the chair and took hold of the spindles.

"That's good," he commented. I liked your initiative with the cloth. You will always address me as "Sir" or "Master. Now make sure you sit with the proper posture - back straight and chin held level."

Linda sat and arched her back slightly to sit more upright with her chin lifted slightly. Ben took the opportunity t hold her head as he positioned it. Grabbing the leather collar that had been placed around her neck long ago by Dr. Lee, he pulled her back in the chair. He placed his hands on her sides as well to move her to precisely the position that he wanted. He moved his chair closer, immediately in front of her and sat. His hands began stroking her thighs which made her sigh. Holding her head steady she was startled when she felt him run his fingers between her legs, exploring her slit. She fought the urge to look down. He pressed two fingers inside her moist opening and ran them around the perimeter of her vagina. He brought his hand to her mouth and inserted his two fingers between her lips and teeth. Linda instinctively sucked on his fingers.

"That's a good girl,"" he said with a hint of superiority. "Now, let go of the chair."

Before she had fully unclenched her hands he took her by the upper arms and with one smooth movement lifted her from the chair and heaved her onto her back in the middle of the table. He carefully arranged her legs by taking hold of her ankles to spread them just right. Moving to the other side of the table he pulled her wrists and bound them together with a nylon strap that she hadn't noticed before. He pulled her arms above her head and rested them on the wood.

"We're going to practice some virtual bondage here," he said. "I want you to hold your arms in this position no matter what happens to you. Do you think you can do that?"

She nodded then replied, "Yes, Sir."

"Good, because the punishment for not keeping your hands in place will be swift and severe. Let's begin. I have a few hours to play with you before I have to go take care of some things."

She caught a glimpse of a riding crop as he set it beside her on the table. He gazed at her face as he moved toward her midsection on her right side. She turned her face away when is eyes locked on hers.

"Look at me," he demanded.

She turned back to see that he looked stern but not necessarily angry. She focused on his eyes.

"I'm going to release you from your corset now, Linda. You can wash it later."

Ben gripped the stiff fabric firmly to unhook the closures in front. He released the bottom clasp near her pussy, then the rest, one by one as he moved up her torso. He opened the corset and tugged it out from under her back. Linda instinctively lifted her torso to assist. She worried afterward that he might correct her for moving but nothing was said. He set it aside on one of the chairs. He traced the lines where the ribbing had left impressions in her body. His light touch tickled but she remained as still as possible.

He wasted little time before running his fingers down and over her mound and through her fluff. Linda quivered as he stroked her lips. Ben explored the folds around her vagina, stroking her clit and tugging on her labia. He slid his fingers inside her, bringing her honey out on them. He bent down and softly kissed her quivering groin then started to run the tip of his tongue around her clitoris. She let out a soft gasp as he elicited more moisture from within. Linda found herself squirming on the table as she struggled to hold her limbs still. A sharp slap to her swollen lips made a sharp noise. The sting and the sound startled her and made her gasp.