Summer is winding down in the mountains and I'm loving it. Trees are turning and the morning breeze has a new coolness that wasn't there just a week earlier. The summer bloom of flowers is fading and the earth is preparing for winter. I love the setting of my captivity, in any season.
Xavier, my master, is very clear that he absolutely owns my body and mind but allows me to enjoy my life in this beautiful land as long as I respect him and please him sexually in any and every way he wants. The power imbalance is too great for there ever to be affection but I believe he equally enjoys my company and my personality and for myself I have come to see him as somewhere between my keeper and sometimes almost as a friend. But never quite as a friend. Friends don't beat you or humiliate you when they think you've been bad. And, oh yes, I do enjoy sex with him and almost crave his touch in his absence. For the time being I give him my body to enjoy and I enjoy what he does in return.
Would I choose to escape this life if I could? Not as easy a question to answer as it once was. To even consider leaving and breaking my word that I wouldn't try to escape was unthinkable unless I was assured that he would never ever catch me. If I broke his confidence he assured me that he would beat me mercilessly. Escaping at this point in time is too great a risk.
Life in Xavier's house was mostly acceptable and almost pleasant except that a gloom had spread over us all since the hike. Our housemate Arie, who Xavier had bought to provide companionship for me and eventually a sexual partner for him and I, was adjusting badly to her captivity. No big surprise there.
She seemed to be coming around some but on the mountain hike with myself and Xavier she pissed him off with direct disobedience and he had stripped her and whipped her in a mountain meadow. Rightly so, she could not shake the sense of unfairness that she had been beaten for such a small transgression. I had tried to explain to her that it wasn't the actions of taking off down the trail. Rather it was her disobedience. He would not then or ever tolerate that from his captive women. His word was the law and she couldn't accept it. For my part, I had learned to always 'seem' to accept his mastery while at the same time getting my way in many small ways. In the end he was just a man and subject to manipulation. I accept the basic dishonesty in doing so, however, survival in the twisted world I inhabited is more important than ethical behaviour.
He brought her into his bed after the hike and she just stared at our sexual antics with disdain. From warming to being in bed with us to her barely concealed hostility her demeanour was making me jittery and awkward. I could sense Xavier's frustration mounting as well
Tonight he had simply led her to her room, locking her in for the night, while I waited on my knees for him to return. He looked dejected as he walked into the room and sat on the edge of his bed looking at me silently for some minutes. Despite the countless times I had been naked waiting before him his staring at my exposed body still made me blush with shame. Finally he pointed at the floor between his legs and I swiftly walked on my knees towards him
Reaching him I began to undo his belt and zipper when he placed two hands on the side of my head and reached down to lightly brush my lips with his. He then held my head in his lap, gently stroking my hair and began, "Sweetheart, I'm concerned about Arie. She really isn't fitting in well. I thought by now she would want to have sex with us but since the hike she has become even colder and more distant."
I didn't know what to say to that so I quietly responded, "Yes sir, I feel it too."
"Was it the whipping?"
"That may have triggered it but I think she is simply unhappy."
"Why?"
There it was, the total disconnect, the blind spot that prevented him from seeing the depravity in keeping women in captivity. I sighed deeply and replied, "She doesn't want to be captive."
"How do I make her see that she can have many of the things she wants and I will take care of her and provide her with a warm home and future. I just want obedience and respect. I won't even take her virginity until she's ready."
Truly I appreciated that he hadn't raped her yet. Xavier has changed since he first bought me and raped me. I wanted to encourage this thinking so I replied, "Sir, I feel it's good that you haven't taken her yet."
"Yeah, lucky for her I have you," he chuckled.
He continued, "But didn't we have some fun when you and her did me together? She seemed to be getting into it." He was referring to the night he had her massage his cock and balls while I sucked him off. In truth, it was kind of fun and I had enjoyed the kinkiness of teaming him with another woman. In any event it seemed like the future so I resigned my self to three way sex.
"I had fun doing that. You know that I'm not that interested in being with another woman but I can get used to working with her to make you feel good."
"Thanks sweetheart. I appreciate you're trying. Besides, you are still my favourite plaything."
"Thank you sir." I was his sex toy but through my disdain for his words I couldn't help the tingle up my back at his praise. He pulled me up straight and then laid back on the bed pulling me on top, him still dressed and me naked. He kissed me slowly and passionately and I felt myself sliding my knees around his thighs and grinding my sex on his bulge.
Holding me still he said, "I know sweetheart, I want you too but I have something to show you. Go bring the envelope back from my desk."
Intrigued, I slid back onto my feet and retrieved the package. He gestured for me to open it. The first thing I found was a passport. My excitement rising, I opened it to see my picture staring back at me and my full name underneath: Laura Jane Hobbs. I let out a small shriek and swooped down to kiss him fervently. It was silly in a way but somehow having a passport made me feel like a free person again. It was my first one ever.
"Laura, glad this makes you happy. Take a look at the rest."
I pulled out some typed sheets and looked at them carefully and admittedly was somewhat confused for a few seconds and then it dawned on me what the text said. I didn't understand it all but I could see my name and airline flight numbers and Paris France in the destination field. I looked up at him in wonder.
"E ticket confirmation for our trip to Europe, France then Italy."
The next few minutes were a blur of excitement as I hugged and kissed him and the crazy thought that all notions of potential escape were shelved until I had visited the Louvre and seen Paris from the Eiffel tower. He slowed me down finally and then said, "I have a plan for Arie when we go. My friend Phillip - I believe I may have mentioned him from my time at University - is coming to visit. I may try to arrange something with him but I'm not sure it will work. It depends on how he accepts certain aspects of life here."
Arie had been the furthest thing from my mind when he brought her up, slightly dampening my mood.
And yes, I could see the issue with someone who isn't part of the deviant world that Xavier moves in.
I replied simply, "Yes sir, I hope that Arie will be okay while we're away." I knew fully well that the obvious option was for her to be locked up and guarded by Ranch Security. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, least of all Arie.