Detour One Week In

It had been a week since our van broke down on that isolated highway. It seemed to me like a hundred years. My life back in Seattle was a distant memory. I had begun to lose any hope of ever getting back to it. After all, no one knew where we were. It was as if God, and all the angels, had simply turned their backs on us. We were alone, deserted and helpless.

My life with my mistress had settled into a routine. My mornings were consumed with the penis enlargement exercises involving the penis pump and my daily milking with the electric jolts to my cock and the inflatable anal plug. Afternoons would include a shower where I would be bathed by my mistress. I would then have to get ready for my appointment that evening.

Most of my meetings were with women. The activities ran the gamut. One woman, after we went out for dinner, took me home with her. Taking me to her bedroom, she summarily dropped her dress to the floor and, looking at me, inquired, "So, what do you think?" I told her the truth. That any man would thank his lucky stars to be able to sleep with her. The night with her was the most passionate experience of my life.

Others used me as a toy, as Annette had done. I sometimes came back to the home of my mistress so sore that I could barely walk. It did not make any difference,though. The daily routine went on as scheduled, no matter what.

Once, that first week, my mistress gave me to another man. As soon as she informed me of that appointment, I was filled with trepidation. I was told that when I met him, I was to kiss him and tell him how happy I was to meet him. When he showed up at the door, my heart was pounding as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. It did not get any easier. I had to perform oral sex on him and allow him to penetrate me anally. That was by far the most difficult encounter to get through--even harder than with Annette. But, somehow, I made it.

After a week, Brooke was well-known to the regulars at "The Doll House." Of course, they knew her as "Princess." She had developed a system for efficiently meeting her $500 daily quota. She would take one customer for anal sex per day. Otherwise, she would rely on table dances and blow jobs to meet her requirement. Her master seemed pleased with her and was talking about loaning her to other clubs he controlled. She was curious about the two strangers who visited the club. They were odd in that they did not want her to "do" anything. They just wanted her to sit and talk with them--and they would pay her. She actually enjoyed seeing them come in. It was nice to meet men who would talk to her as a person--not as a sex object. She could not help wondering what their story was.

Kathy's week had been difficult. Don, technically her master, would come down to her basement occasionally to play with her in the bondage area. She would be strapped to a device and flogged. Electricity would be run through her breasts and vagina. She would be restrained and brought to forced orgasms. Randy was more difficult. It occurred to her that maybe he could use lessons in lovemaking, as Don had initially instructed her to provide. He certainly never did any of that with her. He was only interested in the bondage implements. The most difficult experience was when he came down with his three college buddies from before. They eventually left her in the stocks, with a vibrator tightly attached between her legs, as they had done in their first encounter. She ended up being in that position for hours, before Don came down to see her. On one other occasion, Randy had come down with his older, twenty-five year old sister, Clara. That scared Kathy. She remembered Don's wife, who warned her not to be involved with others in the family. They laughed when Kathy begged Randy to take his sister back upstairs. "My mom is not even here," he protested. "What is the matter? Don't you like girls?"

Kathy had reflected that she had come to miss genuine love making. She wondered if she would ever see it again. She just felt so utterly, totally alone and helpless. And she had formerly had such self-confidence.

As our first week came to an end, all three of us were told about the major event to happen at the clubhouse where we had been detained. It was something of a "summit meeting" for the various criminal networks in the region.

We were also informed that the event would include an initiation ceremony where the three of us would be formally inducted as members of the society. If anything was needed, that pretty much confirmed to me that our status in this community was permanent. There was no going back..

When my mistress told me of this upcoming event, there was one added detail. My appointment for that day would be none other than Kathy, my former colleague. But I was not to tell her of that arrangement. When I saw her, I was to simply take her, there in front of everyone. My mistress emphasized that under no circumstances was I to say anything to her. That seemed unnecessarily heartless to me. But what could I do?

At the same time, Brooke's master had informed her that when they arrived at the event, she was to offer me a private dance. Expecting that I would decline, she was then to seduce me. She was to make me cum, or we would both be in trouble. Brooke wondered how she could go through with that.

Kathy was simply told of an event that she would be taken to on Saturday. Margaret stated that she would categorically refuse to ride in a vehicle with this "whore." As a compromise, it was decided that Don and Kathy would go in one vehicle and the others would take a second one. Kathy was told nothing else, except that she would be formally initiated as a member of their society. This was her future.