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Okay, I've changed the title, cut a bunch out, and added sort of an open ending to this story. I hope you enjoy! If you do, please take a moment to let me know. Nothing inspires me to write more than feedback (positive or negative). Thanks for reading.
- WayToExtreme
The Proposition
Part 1: The Meeting
A young man and woman sat anxiously across from each other in a restaurant called the "City Diner" on the upper west side of New York City. Besides the strikingly beautiful appearance of the woman, they looked like a typical young couple. Perhaps others in the restaurant assumed they were on a first date. It was in fact the first time these two had met outside of an Internet chat room. However, the circumstances of this special meeting was far from typical.
The young woman had to be absolutely sure that this man truly wanted what was about to happen. It's one thing to talk about it online in the safety of your living room but quite another to discuss while looking into someone's eyes.
They both exchanged awkward casual conversation to try and break the ice. Conscious of others around them, the woman lowered her voice as she began to get down to business.
"Alex tried to talk me out of meeting you in person." She began with a polite smile. "He knows I'm going to try and talk you out of this."
The young man stared down at his water twisting his straw as he listened. The woman leaned into the booth.
"I can't go forward without knowing 100%."
"Listen to me. I know I told you this many times before... but this is it--your last chance to back out."
"Believe me, nobody will blame you. Because if you don't... what you are about to go through... regardless what is going on in your head right now, I promise that you will not enjoy it."
She reached across the table and put her hand on his shoulder. Her delicate fingers sent shivers of pleasure up the young man's spine. Oh how he longed to be close to her for so many months. She was so much more beautiful than what he remembered from their grainy video chats. He closed his eyes savoring the tangy smell of her perfume.
"You can get up and walk out that door and never look back." She continued.
"I mean, look at you. You're young. You're not bad looking at all. You've got you're whole life ahead of you. For God's sake please, just leave here and go live your life!"
The young man continued to stare down at his water and pressed his lips together. He couldn't turn back now.
"I just don't understand what could possibly compel you... I mean... how anyone could possibly want... something so... so..." She curled her lips in disgust. "So horrible!"
But she could see that the young man's mind could not be changed.
"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"
The man looked up. He stared back into her dark eyes. She was so beautiful he couldn't even bare to look at her for more than a few seconds before his anxiety overwhelmed him, and he had to look back down at his glass. He nodded his head.
The woman closed her eyes and nodded back.
"And you understand that once we begin, there's no going back? And I mean that. Once we start, you can't change your mind. You understand that I can't stop even if I want to."
"Yes."
The woman sighed and shook her head. After a few seconds of silence she finally concluded the meeting.
"So be it."
Several men turned their heads as she departed the restaurant leaving the young man alone in the booth. He continued to savor the lingering smell of her perfume as his mind drifted into his dark fantasies that would soon be realized--he would finally have what he had longed for his entire adult life.
Their next meeting would not be so cordial.
Part 2: Introducing Dominique and Alex: The Proposition
6 months earlier.
Dominique and Alex's paths crossed in march of 2009 at the Paramount hotel near times square, NYC.
Alex was what you might call "ultra-wealthy." His first job out of Princeton was as a highly paid technology researcher at Goldman Sachs. He was a brilliant investor who became exorbitantly rich during the Internet bubble of the late 90s and then compounded his riches following the lead of his Goldman buddies betting against the financial sector during the stock market crash of 2008. He'd been featured in Forbes on numerous occasions for his uncanny ability to find and know when to get out of fantastic investments. In some circles he's even known as the "Young Warren Buffet."
To everyone around him, Alex appeared to have it all -- a successful career, more money than he could ever spend, a beautiful young wife and family. You would imagine a man like Alex had everything he could possibly want. However, below the surface of Alex's happy and successful image that he was so good at portraying, there was something else; a profound sense of emptiness--a dark hole of unfulfilled desires dug deep by the part of himself he kept secret.
Dominique's path was quite different. She marketed herself as a high-end NYC dominatrix. She wasn't rich, but she was proud to make a decent living doing what she did. Having grown up in poverty, raised by illegal immigrants just over the boarder in Bisbee AZ, she was all too familiar with hard life. Already in her mid-twenties Dominique was also very much aware of how finite her career was. One day her looks would fade, her money would run out, and she'd be back where she started--an untrained Latino woman working menial jobs for the rest of her life just like her mother... That's if she's lucky. God forbid something ever happens to her before then--there are no securities in her line of work.
That's why, when Alex made his proposition to her on that fateful evening with a fist full of hundreds, she listened.
The second he feasted his eyes on Dominique he knew. He smiling and nodding to himself. She's the one. She's perfect.
"I will pay you for your time." Alex explained as he led her into room. "But I didn't call you hear today for any type of service; although, I must say the temptation is overwhelming."
He gestured toward a chair for her to sit and began with some casual conversation to break the ice. Alex was gifted with a silver tongue and could make even the most anxious temperments feel completely at ease in his presence, but he didn't take long to get down to business.
"I want to discuss with you a proposition." He began.
Alex cleared his throat and walked over to a small suitcase on the desk next to the window.
"Please just let me explain completely before you give me your answer. I know how ridiculous what I'm about to say will sound, but let me assure you that I am very serious."
Alex grabbed a pile of $100 bills from the case and handed them to Dominique. Her eyes widened as she spread the crisp hundreds in her fingers.
"Whatever your answer, that's $10,000. It's yours just for being here and listening... and for keeping this conversation between us."
Dominique's continued to stare down at the stack of money in her hands while Alex sat on the edge of the bed enjoying her expression.
"This offer expires the minute you leave this room and regardless of your answer, after tonight we will not ever see each other again in person. The timeliness of this matter is important to me, so if you turn it down I will be making the same offer to someone else tonight... but if you accept I promise to make you a very rich woman. You'll never have to work again."
Dominique looking up from the cash. "What is it you have in mind?" She asked trying to sound as calm as she could under her excitement.
Alex grinned and began.
"Like many of your clients I imagine, I have some pretty crazy ideas. I don't know where they came from, but for my whole life I've done a pretty good job ignoring them... Up until now. Lately... well, lately I'm finding this more difficult." He paused for a moment and sighed thoughtfully. "It's getting to the point where I can't even concentrate anymore. When I'm lying in bed with my wife these thoughts are with me, clawing at me. Hell, I can't even get aroused without them--I have to let my mind wander into these dark places just to satisfy my wife... and yet, for the sake of my family..." He clenched his teeth. "... and my dignity, I cannot allow myself to submit to them--to these ridiculous desires. I refuse to."
"You see, unlike your other clients I'm not about to embrace these urges. I'm struggling to resist them, and I'm willing to pay dearly for you to help me--help me get rid of these awful thoughts. I just want, like any normal person, to feel sick instead of aroused when they enter my head."
"So, here is my proposition to you. I've acquired a home just outside the city. I want you to live there with one other willing occupant--a young man--for five years."
Alex paused for a moment. He was pleased to see that Dominique was still listening.
"This man will be constrained to a single room. It is in this room that he will live out all of my fantasies." Alex stared at Dominique seriously. "I'm not talking about sessions you are used to giving your clients... I mean live them out for real. Every day. For the rest of his life. At the end of the five year contract, this man will succumb to his fate, and you will be paid handsomely for your time and talents."
"My hope is that... through this man--through a continuous stream of audio and video... I will come to truly realize how horrible my fantasies are. I want to brand the suffering and degradation of this man into my subconscious. I want to be horrified. I want to be disgusted."
"And as I said before, in return I will make you a very rich woman. At the start of your contract, I will open a brokerage account in your name. In it will be a certificate of deposit worth, with five years interest, just over 10 million dollars."
10 million dollars!
Dominique's expression changed. Until she heard the amount Alex was willing to pay her, she was preparing in her head the words she'd use to gracefully reject Alex's offer... now he had her full attention... suddenly five years didn't seem too long at all.
"I should emphasize that this man will be fully aware of what he is signing up for. He will consent to absolutely everything before we begin, but once we do, he nor you will be able to leave until the end of our contract. If you leave, if you try and set your slave free, or if you refuse to carry out tasks I assign, the contract will expire immediately and you will receive no money. And... the only outside contact you will be permitted during your contract is written letters."
Alex leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrows. "Questions? Thoughts?"
Dominique's mind was stuck on the money. With this money she could see to it that her and her parents never work again. After what my family has been through, nobody deserves it more.
She cleared her throat. "This man--the man you'll restrain in the room--are you sure he will want this to happen to him?"
Alex nodded. "Oh yes. In fact, he's begging for it... but I'll let you make that conclusion yourself. And when he gets a look at you..." He smiled and shook his head. "I'll tell you what, if you accept my offer, I'll give you his contact information. You can talk with him until you are comfortable that he wants to go through with this. Believe it or not, this man was hand picked out of many applicants--hundreds of them. Based on his background and interviews, I am confident in his complete willingness to undergo whatever I ask you to do to him."
Dominique nodded her head. "And what would I be doing? I mean... can you tell me some of your fantasies?"
Alex leaned forward. He gestured awkwardly towards the bathroom.
"Okay." Dominique nodded, understanding immediately what he meant.
Alex looked relieved that he didn't have to say the words. He wanted her to use this man as her toilet. It's a fantasy that Dominique was familiar, but had ruled out as one of her "hard limits" to her normal clients -- something that she refused to do. Years ago, when she was just beginning, she had tried it. A young man wanted her to defecate into his mouth. She refused at first, but when he offered her more money she decided to give it a try. She still remembered that creepy expression on his face as she squat over him... and despite having to, she was just too self-conscious to go. In the end, she refunding the man his money and never tried it again... but for 10 million dollars... well, for 10 million dollars there's not much she wouldn't do.
Dominique took a deep breath. She was being careful about how she reacted to his request--she didn't want to insult him. "You want me to ..." She figetted uncomfortably. "... I mean, how often do you want me to do this?"
"There won't be a toilet in the home." Alex said bluntly. Dominique's eyes widened and she nodded. Why the fuck would anyone would willingly sign up for such a fate.
"I have other fantasies too..." Alex explained. "... and quite honestly, it makes me uncomfortable to discuss them in person. I will never ask you to do anything that might cause you harm, but other than that you must be willing to do whatever I ask."
Alex leaned forward. "Dominique, I'm paying you very well for a reason. I don't want you to go into this thinking that it will be easy. It won't. Understand that you are agreeing to make this man suffer... suffer horribly for five years. Towards the end of your contract the brutality of my requests will intensify until the young man is dead. Be honest with yourself before agreeing. There's no harm in turning down my offer. Many women--I suspect most women--wouldn't have the capacity to go through with this. You get to keep the ten grand no matter what your decision."
Dominique nodded. "Well, I just don't see how someone would willingly sign up for such a thing."
Alex smiled. "You'd be surprised. I've had second thoughts about going forward with this plan myself. It was this man who convinced me. He's written me several persuasive letters. Trust me. When you speak with him, you will know that he wants this."
"Yeah, but even so... you know that he's not going to want it once this begins, don't you. The reality of it will be much different than his fantasy."
Alex nodded. "We both know he is foolish for actually wanting to go through with it. You'll have a chance to reason with him. If he decides after your warnings that he still wants to go forward, than ask yourself whether or not, to at least some degree, he deserves it. See Dominique, I promise you that this is going to happen to him whether or not you agree to do it. If not with you, then with someone else. The only question is: who's going to walk away from this with ten million dollars?"
"But for 5 years? And I can't talk to my family at all during this time? And I cannot leave the house?"
"You can write letters to your family, but that's the only contact you will be allowed. Correct. You can tell your family and friends that you've hired as a personal assistant to an anonymous client and that due to the confidential nature of the information you'll have access to, you are forbidden non-written contact to the outside for the period of your employment."
"You may enjoy the grounds surrounding your home, which includes a large pool, and beautiful gardens, but there will be no outside contact whatsoever for the entire duration. Make no mistake about it, Dominique--you are essentially giving me 5 years of your life in exchange for this money. This won't be easy."
She nodded. "And if he doesn't live that long? I mean... it can't be very healthy to be used like that for so long."
"If he dies before five years is up, I have hundreds of men lining up for the chance to fill his place."
"And if he does? I mean... wouldn't there be legal consequences if he went to the authorities after all of this?"
Alex smiled. "Remember, he'll be aware that his contract is life. Like I said, at the end of your contract the tasks I'll have you do to him will intensify. He won't live beyond the end date of the contract."
Alex and Dominique continued to discuss the details over champagne and strawberries on a balcony looking out over Time Square. She found Alex very charming and persuasive. He was a very eloquent speaker and quite handsome for an older man.
It didn't take her long to accept his strange proposition. She reiterated that her acceptance depended on how comfortable she felt that the man truly wanted this fate.
Upon agreement, she was handed another lump of money, which Alex explained sealed the contract. Before she departed with twenty thousand dollars worth of crisp hundred dollar bills in her purse, he warned her once again never to mention their agreement with anyone. Dominique was smart enough not to want Alex as an enemy.
Part 3: The Letters
6 months later, two days after Dominique met her future slave at the City Diner, two unmarked letters were received by private courier. The letters contained individual instructions:
To Dominique:
[indent]I pray this letter finds you well. My heart swells with thanks to you for your acceptance of our contract. I'm sure you are anxiously anticipating the day we begin, and I'm happy to tell you that arrangements are in place. We are finally ready to proceed. This letter is the first of many and should provide you with enough information to get you started. I don't want to overwhelm you. There's much more to be said in time.
Each morning, at 6am, you will be delivered groceries and other personal needs by an assistant of mine with no knowledge of the details of our contract. As I explained to you during our initial meet, the terms of our agreement are to be kept carefully guarded. If details of our arrangement is leaked to him or anyone else, the contract will be cancelled immediately. There’s no need to greet him at the door--he will leave your items on the step.
I've taken the liberty of furnishing your place with items suitable for a queen. From this day forward, you will be treated as such by both your slave and myself. If there's anything you need or want, there is a phone in the kitchen you can use to communicate with my secure voicemail. I will be notified upon receipt of messages from you and will react to your requests with utmost urgency. Anything you ask for within my power to provide will be yours.
A black SUV will arrive to pick you up next Monday (on the 28th) at 1pm. Please don't be late. You will be arriving about five hours before the young man, so you will have some time to get comfortable and accustomed to your home before his arrival.
On the front porch next to the door is a lamp. Just under the lamp is a biometric security system. Lift the lid and place your hand over the glass. The system will initialize itself with your fingerprints, and the door will open. From that point on, only you will be able to open the door to your home. For both of our peace of minds, no cost was spared while securing your home.
For your comfort, I've also given special care to make the bathroom completely sound proof, so as long as the door is shut you will not be bothered by sounds made from your slave... and you don't have to worry about the noise you make in that room either. You'll find your second letter in your slave's quarters attached to the bathroom. Please read at your convenience when you arrive.
I hope that you enjoy yourself. I have already placed money into your account, which you can login and see with the information provided with this note. In 5 years time my custodial privileges over the account will expire and you will have full control of the funds contained. As discussed, your money is sitting in a CD compounded at 4% annually, which will bring your principle to just over 10 million dollars in 5 years. That's over 55 hundred dollars a day--a $2 million a year tax-free (and very well deserved) paycheck.
Best wishes!
* Please destroy this note once you have finished reading. *[/indent]
Written on a yellow sticky attached to the back of the note was a rather long internet address, username, and password. Dominique used the credentials and URL provided by Alex to login to the account. The current balance of the CD read $7,835,300.00. "End guaranteed principle: $10,000,048.93" was written in small type underneath the balance. She'd never been more excited in her life.
To Dominique's new Slave:
[indent]The day has finally come. You are about to become a slave of the beautiful Dominique. I am both grateful and envious as you embark on your journey--a journey many men, including myself, spend their entire lives fantasizing about without ever realizing.
I trust you have taken care of any loose ends and are ready to begin. Make sure you are well groomed, showered, and clean.
As discussed, please leave your apartment unlocked.
A car will pick you up at your home at 6pm sharp next Monday. Please don't be late.
When you arrive at your new home, you will be greeted by your mistress. Show her the respect she deserves.
I hope you thoroughly enjoy your life as her slave.
Best wishes!
* Please destroy this note once you have finished reading *[/indent]
Part 4: Dominique's Arrival
As Alex described in his letter, a black SUV arrived outside of Dominique's apartment building at 12:58pm. The drive was about an hour out of the city.
Her driver was an older man--probably in his 70s she figured. Desperate to calm her nerves she tried to start conversation a couple of times during their trip, but he wasn't much of a talker. He was clearly making an effort to be as brief as possible without being rude. He called her by "ma'am" and had the over-polite mannerisms of a butler. She was relieved when she was offered to help herself to the cooler of drinks behind his seat--a collection of fine scotch, beer, soda, and mineral waters. Dominique grabbed a Corona.
She thought about her parents as she slowly sipped her beverage. She'd miss talking to them dearly. Her mother was alarmed to hear that she wouldn't be reachable for such a long time, as any mother would be. She was worried and skeptical at first... until Dominique showed her the brokerage account.
Dominique used some of the money Alex had forwarded her to fly her parents out to visit for a week--they had just left on Saturday--just two days ago. That week was one of the best she'd ever had. It was so wonderful to be able to treat her parents to a week of the city. They'd never been to a city like NYC before. They were overwhelmed! The three of them talked for many hours about what they would do with the money when her contract was finished. Only one thing was absolutely sure--none of them would ever work again. Until now, the idea of enjoying some easy golden years was only a fantasy for her hard working family.
She remembered the look on her mom's eyes when she handed her the remaining money--about $13,000 to return home with. Even that small amount was more than her mother had ever had at one time. It would be memories like these that would get her through. What a reunion it will be in five years from now! It brought tears to her eyes to think about it.
"And we're here." The driver finally said.
A long well-groomed white gravel driveway lined with pine trees led up the the moderately sized Victorian style home nested in the woods. There were no other homes in sight. Dominique giggled when she saw it. With fresh light pink paint and white trim, it looked like a giant doll house! She smiled at the lovely garden surrounding the home and the large pool on the side. There was an inflatable raft floating in the water that Dominique imagined she'd be taking advantage of as soon as possible.
The driver refused to accept any money from her as she stepped out. She found the biometric security pad under the lamp as Alex described and placed her hand on it. A red horizontal beam of light travel up and down the palm of her hand and within seconds, she could hear mechanisms inside the door moving. It unlocked and jut open several inches. As soon as she stepped inside, she could hear the car's tires on the gravel as it drove back up the long driveway.
Well, there's no backing out now.
The furnishings were as beautiful as Alex said they would be. The floor was an exotic light colored wood with a dark fascinating grain unlike any she'd never seen before. Original paintings decorated the 9 foot high walls of the home. The kitchen walls were scattered with decorative Greek tile and she was certain that all the fixtures were made of solid gold. The island in the center of the kitchen as well as the counter tops were solid granite. The living room was furnished with a large leather couch and a huge flat screen TV--the biggest TV she'd ever seen. In the cabinet under the TV was a DVD collection that would put blockbuster to shame. Attached to the living room was a large walk out porch that overlooked more gardens. The bedroom upstairs pretty much took up the entire floor. The king bed was made with dark pink satin sheets beneath a mountain of goose feather pillows. The room had the biggest walk-in closet she'd ever seen. It had a treadmill and weight machine right inside as well as a cherry wood vanity with a full-size mirror.
On the walls were a collection of shoes and outfits varying from casual to formal to extreme fetish. Her jaw dropped as she eyed the collection of fetish clothes: 7-inch stilettos; rubber, leather and latex boots; crazy full body outfits that would put Lady Gaga to shame; gas masks... and on and on. She was even more shocked to find the gigantic collection of fetish toys occupying every drawer of the vanity: Butt plugs and strap-ons ranging in size from big to absolutely ridiculous, enema gear, needles, rope, tape, whips, chains, cattle prod, flogs, branding irons, and all sorts of crazy stuff she didn't even recognize.
What did I get myself into?
She walked back downstairs and made her way to the bathroom. Not surprisingly, it was huge.
The floor and counter tops were tiled in white marble. A granite whirlpool bath sat next to a large gas fireplace (yes, there was a fireplace in the bathroom!). The sink and tub fixtures appeared to be gold just like the ones in the kitchen.
A cascade of mirrors decorated the entire room--the ceiling, behind the door, the cabinets of the sink, above the sink, and covering every wall. No matter where she stood in the room, she could see her reflection from many different angles.
The fireplace was brick and had a small flame churning. She smiled imagined how cozy it would be to lay in the gigantic whirlpool bath in front of a roaring fire. Perhaps she'd even squeeze a bath in before her slave arrived... If he arrived.
The first thing that caught her eye though, was what looked like a large trap-door in the middle of the room. With a hole in the middle of the hatch door it’s purpose was immediately apparent. This is where she’d keep him.
She walked closer to investigate. There was a handle on one end that she used to open it up. The door was solid and heavy; and the hinge squealed as she placed the hatch door on its back revealing the small dark chamber inside. It was a very small space with cement walls. Imagining being locked away in there made her cringe.
On the sink counter was a folded note from Alex.
[indent]Welcome to your new home. I hope you find that it meets your expectations. Today you will finally give to the young man whom you've been corresponding exactly what he's wanted his entire life--you will lead him gracefully, but unmercifully, on his journey from man to your slave.
On the chair next to the vanity in your room upstairs, there is a outfit along with a watch that I'd like you to wear. Please put them on before your slave arrives.
Your slave will arrive with a special collar attached to his neck. On the left side of your watch there is a button which will send your slave a jolt of electricity. Use this if you ever lose control of your slave. It should incapacitate him immediately. I'm told the shock delivered by this device can--in rare cases--be fatal, so please use only in case of emergency.
When he arrives, ask him to remove his clothes--all of them including his boxers, socks, and shoes. The only thing he should wear into your home is his collar. Dispose of his clothes along with the contents of his pockets into the trash on the front porch. I will see to it that they are all properly destroyed.
Next, lead him into his room and carefully attach his wrist and ankle restraints. They have been fitted appropriately for his build and will lock in place once closed. There is no key for these restraints, so please use care when attaching them.
No doubt you've noticed the hatch in the floor. Secure him inside the hatch so that his head protrudes from the hole in the top and lock it shut.
Your slave is now under your control.
At this point, having been waiting for several hours, I'm sure you must have to use the bathroom. As you can see, there is no toilet in this house. From now on, your slave will facilitate that function completely. Allow your slave to finally taste what he has been eagerly waiting for, for all these months... and what he has to look forward to from this point on.
Tonight the young man will understand what it means to become your slave....
[/indent]
The note went on to describe the slave's first night. Dominique gasped as she continued to read the details of what she was being instructed to do.
As she finished reading she pushed back the tears that swelled in her eyes thinking about what she was about to do.
Why am I feeling sorry for him? This is what he wanted. I gave him so many opportunities to back out of this. This is his own fault.
Dominique took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Relax Dominique. Just, Relax. 10 million dollars... 10 million dollars... 10 million dollars. Hell, there's still a good chance he won't even show.
She stepped over to the gigantic whirlpool bath and reached for the hot water nosel.
Part 5: Her Slave's Ride
I walked outside at 5:30 to be sure not to miss the black SUV that Alex described in his letter. The cool evening air whisked against my hair. I breathed in long breaths savoring each one. This is my last few moments as a free man. The truth was, I did have second thoughts. There were plenty of times I picked up the phone and dialed the first 6 digits of Alex's private number... but each time something stopped me. Sure, there are plenty of guys who would be envious of me right now... but I wasn't sure that many would actually go through with it if given the chance. So why was I going through with it?
My mind went numb as I remembered the smell of her perfume. That wonderful sent that would soon be with me constantly. Images of her long black hair reaching down just past the arch of her back; those beautiful tan legs closing around me as she shared with me her most intimate moments... filling me with part of her self... using me... in the most degrading way imaginable... To experience that day after day, for me at least, is worth suffering for... and even dying for.
But for a moment, when the car arrived 5:59pm, I felt that panicked sensation once again. My life is over if I step into that car. My heart raced as it pulled to the curb. I nearly turned around and walked away before I heard his voice. It was Alex. He stepped around from behind the car and opened the door for me.
"I was afraid you might get cold feet."
Alex said with a big smile.
My mind went blank again. I smiled back and stepped inside the SUV.
That's it. I'm done. I'm fucking finished.
Alex reached over and pat me on the shoulder. "I bet you are excited." He said grinning. "I have to say that envy is a relatively unfamiliar emotion for me... but today, I'm genuinely envious of you."
His eyebrows raised. "How about a glimpse of what you've got to look forward to?" He gripped a large laptop out of his briefcase, twisted it open, and handed it to me. As the page loaded, he pulled down the privacy shutters on the windows so the sunlight wouldn't interfere with the display. On the screen was a video expanded to fit its entire size. I was staring straight down into a brightly lit bathtub. Holy shit! Dominique was in it! I could see the top of her breasts poking through the bubbles. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
"You can zoom in like this." Alex reached over and pinched the screen with his fingers and zoomed up close. The resolution was amazing--It was so clear that I could see each of her eyelashes. "This is happening right now--in real time." Alex explained excitedly. "Why don't you hold onto that and enjoy the view while we drive." Dominique rolled her head back, resting it on the edge of the large tub. As she did, the faint sound of bath bubbles popping came through speakers of the car with crystal clarity. It was like I was right there--in the room with her. She looked so comfortable and beautiful laying there... waiting for me.
"Can she hear us?" I asked.
"No. The sound goes only one way." Alex said as he reached for another item in his case.
"I'm going to need to put this on you okay?" In his hands was some sort of collar. "I know, it's a little weird, but bear with me a moment okay?" Alex held the collar out in front of me. It was metal and opened on a hinge.
I leaned forward and felt him pinch it shut around my neck.
"There." Alex smiled widely and reached down grabbing a couple of cool Heineken's from a cooler built into the back of the seat in front of him. He popped them open and handed me one.
"Now, I guess I should explain the rules." Alex said as I continued to stare down at Dominique's beautiful face. I took a sip of my beer--the last cool beverage I'd ever enjoy. "Besides doing absolutely everything your new lovely mistress tells you to do, there is only one." His face turned serious. "Don't ever try to escape, or ask to be let go." He paused for a moment. "If you do, I will hear it."
"That collar around your neck--they use them in Chinese prisons. If a prisoner escapes or is out of control, the guard simply presses a button..." Alex gestured toward the keyboard with his finger. "... and ZAP!" He leaned forward smiling. "And let me tell you that it ain't a pleasant experience at all." He chuckled. "An assistant volunteered to test the thing for me awhile back. The poor guy fell to the ground and pissed all over himself! He said it felt like his whole body was engulfed in flames--the worst agony he'd ever experienced in his life."
I got the message and nodded my head. Don't ask to be let go... no matter what. Got it.
Dominique finally leaned forward. I pinched the screen to zoom out and get a clearer view as her perfect D-cup breasts emerged from the bubbles. She reached for a towel and stood up. I could hear every drip of water. It was the most spectacular view I'd ever seen in my life. She wrapped a large pink towel around her naked body and stepped out of the bath... and she proceeded to get ready for me as I watched.
Alex was leaning back enjoying the show as I was. As she moved about the room he continued to toggle the camera to get the best possible view. There must be cameras all over the room!
She picked up a single piece black latex tank top/skirt and slipped her arms into it. Down the middle was a zipper that she zipped up. She struggled to fit it around her shapely ass and then struggled even more to fit it around her huge breasts. The tailer maid latex fit snuggly up her body accentuating her amazing proportions. My mouth hung open wide as Alex gloated about picking the outfit out himself. "I knew you'd like it." He said smiling. She leaned against the sink and slipped into a pair of high-heeled boots, which were latex as well. She slowly threaded leather laces up the length of her boots, which extended up past her knees, half way up her thighs. Alex toggled the view so we could see right up her short skirt. Oh my god!
As she stood up and posed for herself in the mirror, I could feel my hard-on jammed against my jeans. "You are one lucky man." Alex said as he shared the amazing view.
I could hear gravel under the car wheels.
"This is it. You're up kiddo. Good luck." Alex said extending his hand one last time. I nodded my head and shook his hand as the car slowed to a stop in front of the house. The door of the car opened and the evening sun warmed my skin for the last time.
"Thanks for everything Alex."
Alex grinned back at me. "No kiddo. Thank you."
There was something about the tone of Alex's voice just then that gave me the chills.
As I walked toward the house, the front door opened.
Part 6: Her Slave's Arrival
She stood their half hidden behind the front door. The sun glistened off her latex boots.
It was such a surreal feeling stepping out of that SUV and approached that large pink house. I can still remember the hum of insects from the woods surrounding me, the birds, and the crispy sound of the tires grinding on the gravel as Alex departed.
She pulled at the edges of her short skirt as she stood there waiting for me.
When I got to the porch she asked me to undress. Her voice was soft and authoritative, but there was something else there too. There was an uneasiness that was uncharacteristic and made me even more nervous.
She was so beautiful I couldn't bear to look up into her eyes, but I could feel her glare, and it numbed my brain into obedience. I proceeded mechanically trying hard not to think about how ridiculous I felt... or what I was doing... and how fucking crazy I was for willingly coming here today. There was no use resisting at this point. If I ran, Alex would just shock the hell out of me with this collar.
No, I had my chances to back out. This is really going to happen now.
She watched quietly, fidgeting with her sexy outfit, as I undressed. Her skirt was so short that if I had dared to look up when I bent down to remove my shoes, I would have seen that she wasn't wearing any panties. I would have seen her neatly groomed stripe of black pubic hair--those short thick prickly hairs that would over time, over countless hours under her weight, under the relentless heat and sweat of her crotch, sting and irritate the sensitive skin of my face, causing me a great deal of pain and suffering.
Soon I was naked and as red as a tomato, cupping my privates awkwardly in my hands. She stepped out to gather my clothes heaped next to me. When she bent over, my hard on returned, pressing into my sweaty palms at the sound of latex clinging to her skin. Her skirt rode even further up her thighs.
I heard the sound of my belt buckle as it clanged against the side of the metal garbage can that she jammed the last of my belongings into. A wave of nausea surged through me as I watched the last remnants of my free self thoughtlessly discarded.
Dominique stepped back into the house and gestured for me to follow. I did.
The wood floor felt cool on the bottom of my naked feet as I stepped inside. She continued onward without looking back, and I followed closely behind staring down at the shape of her butt as it shifted wonderfully from side to side with each of her steps. The tall walls seemed to be closing in as we continued down the hall, descending deeper and deeper into my dark fate with each "CLACK" of her high-heels on the hard wood floor, until finally we were there. I followed her into the familiar room. It was the room I was looking at through Alex's laptop just moments ago.
She led me across her luxurious bathroom to a hole in the floor--right in the center of the room. It's purpose was obvious. Oh shit! This is where she's keep me?
It's crudeness contrasted dramatically with the luxury of the room. Cold earthy air seeped from the bare cement floor and walls instantly covering my naked body with goosebumps.
My attention turned to the sound of chains. Dominique picked one of two sets of shiny metal cuffs from the floor and dangled them in front of me. I could tell they were thick and heavy from the sound they made as they clanged against each other.
She asked me to hold out my hands. I closed my eyes as my sweaty hands lifted from my crotch unhiding my hard-on which stuck out in front of me ridiculously. She pretended not to notice and carefully squeezed each cuff around my wrists. I could feel hidden latches fastening together inside of them. The latex of her outfit scrunched as she squat down with the pair of ankle restraints. I stared down at the top of her head hiding my hard-on in my restrained hands as she proceeded to carefully tighten them. Her hair shined beautifully under the light that streamed in from the door and for a brief moment I could feel their soft strands delicately caress my toes, sending shivers of pleasure up my naked body.
Those cold metal cuffs locking around me were both the most terrifying as well as the most wonderful feelings I've ever felt in my life. It was the sound of me losing control; it was the sound of her taking it from me. When she latched the last one around my right ankle I knew that was it. I was no longer a free man. I was now a slave--Dominique's slave--forever.
I closed my eyes and savored the moment as Dominique stepped away and leaned against the wall.
I finally had what I was fantasizing about for so long. This was real now.
Now what?
When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me with that same uneasy look she had earlier.
There was this awkwardness and anticlimatic feeling as we stood there in front of each other in silence. I painted this scenario in my head so many times, but my fantasies fell short of including that look on Dominique's face. She stood there screaming at me with her eyes. Why did you come here despite my warnings?
She finally broke the silence.
"You are so fucking stupid."
I'm not sure why, but for whatever reason, that comment made me smile. It was an irrational awkward smile, but a smile nonetheless... and it totally pissed her off.
"You think this is a joke? Listen to me you dumb little fucker. I warned you. I told you that Alex was going to make me hurt you. I told you that if you came here today your life would be over; you would suffer for a long... LONG time... until you are dead. And let me assure you that it isn't going to be a dignified or merciful death... it won't be like anything you are imagining it to be. It will be slow. It will humiliating... and it will be fucking horrible."
Her boots clacked on the marble floor as she stepped over to me.
"I mean... I practically begged you not to come here today."
I cringed as she slowly circled around me half expecting her to strike me from behind.
"And so you ignore me. You come here today and you smile at me like this is some sort of joke?"
She curled her lip upper lip in disgust and pointed to the hatch.
"Get in."
As I cowered down to the cold tile floor in preparation to lower myself into the gaping hole, I felt unbearably hot and was completely flustered by her sudden rage. I'm not sure why I smiled. I just wanted to apologize and to tell her that I didn't mean anything, but she cut me off before I got a single word out.
"No you don't!" She snapped raising her finger to my mouth. "Don't you talk. Don't you ever talk again unless I ask you to. I want to remember you exactly as you were just then, with that stupid grin. It will make what I'm going to do to you a whole hell of a lot easier." She pointed to the hatch silently ordering me to resume my descent.
My mind went numb as I folded my restrained legs into the dark hole. The sharp corner of the hatch scraped down the back of my thigh as I slid inside.
She squat down in front of me so our eyes lined up, smiled, and pressed her hand on the top of my head, gently lowering me down. She kept pressing until I was on my knees... staring right up her skirt. She smelt lovely--like scented soap and perfume.
"You must have thought I was lying to you. Or perhaps you think pain coming from me won't really hurt? You think my piss will taste like lemonade? Hmm? Do you think my shit will taste like chocolate? Well I sure do hope for your sake that you're right."
She pulled her skirt up and took another small step toward the hatch until I felt the bristles of her pubic hair on my nose... and I could smell her. Not her perfume or the soap, but the pungent stink of her pussy.
"Well, let's see shall we?"
This wasn't how I expected it to go. I imagined this experience being amazing--to be here in front of my Goddess about to drink her devine golden nectar... but she had me second guessing whether I even wanted this to happen at all. Rather than savoring this moment, which I had fantasized for, for so long, my mind was instead on the pain in my knees, and that smell... the smell of her pussy... that stinky pussy smell. I opened my mouth wide and tilted my head back as she pushed herself forward. She grabbed my hair with her fists angrily and pulled my head into herself. I could feel my bottom lip sink into her slime.
"Does this feel nice?" She asked tauntingly as she continued to sink her fingers into my scalp, taking clumps of my hair with them. I whimpered trying desperately not to scream out in agony, but I could feel tears welling in my eyes as she pressed her crotch deeper into my mouth. I could see her eyes glaring down at me angrily between her breasts.
Then, I tasted it. At first just a thin salty stream and then, very suddenly, my mouth was completely filled. Warm streams of piss burst through the corners of my mouth and flowed down my body.
Realizing that I wasn't taking it all in, Dominique pushed me forward to avoid getting it on herself, but she continued to piss down onto me as I kneeled their in the hatch. When she let go of her fistfulls of hair, my attention was diverted from the pain in my scalp to the taste in my mouth. I began to gag uncontrollably. Oh god... the taste was awful!
Oh god.
I began to choke while her piss continued to rain down onto me. It felt warm... almost hot, spattering against my face and naked body. She moved her hips in a circular motion purposely soaking every inch of my front with her filth. I could feel it streaming down me and accumulating in a huge warm puddle under my knees at the bottom of the hatch.
It slowed to a dribble and then when it finally stopped, she yanked me forward and dried her urine soaked stinky crotch with the top of my head (in my hair) before backing away and examining the state she left me in.
I was in complete shock kneeling in her piss... It was everywhere--it's smell... it's taste... I was completely soaked. She was right. This wasn't at all what I expected. This wasn't a good or erotic feeling whatsoever. My knees and scalp ached, and I felt more filthy than I've ever felt before. I smelt like a fucking porta potty. I wanted a shower. I wanted a toothbrush! What the fuck was I thinking?
"Awww... what's the matter? So it doesn't taste like lemonade after all? You idiot."
Part 7: The Hatch
Clang!
The metal pail that Dominique threw onto my lap reminded me of one in my parent’s garage. The one that’s been hanging on the wall next to dad’s tools, since mom's perennials were replaced with the rock garden a few years ago. When I was a kid, mom would hand me that bucket full of weeds she’d collected, and I’d carry it out to the woods behind the house. I tried to hide the sudden flash of emotion that the thought of my parents brought on...
“If you’re good, I’ll let you out before it fills up completely.” She said, gesturing toward the bucket.
The monstrous door of the hatch cast a dreadful shadow as she lifted it from the ground and slowly folded it over me, threading my head through a hole carved out of the top. She let its heavy weight smack back down to the floor, swallowing me into the blackness below. How long was she going to keep me like this? Watching her there squatting next to me, fiddling with the lock, I had the dreadful sense that I was not getting out anytime soon.
Click!
A chill of terror rose through me as the locking mechanism snapped into place. Dominique glanced over at my head bobbing out of the floor beside her feet and smiled. There was less for her to think about now. My naked body, folded away and forgotten into the darkness below. She’d shrunk me down into impossible proportions. I was manageable and unthreatening now. Less human.
Her modest 5’9 frame, was suddenly gigantic as she stood up off the floor, towering over my head. I could feel her eyes glaring down at me ominously, a bug about to be smashed into the tread of her boot. I'd never felt so vulnerable.
“Well, I guess there’s no need to explain what's happening here. You know what you signed up for." She shook her head and let out a long exasperated sigh. "This is going to take some time to get used to... for both of us.”
Even with the monetary rewards awaiting her at the other end of this, Dominique was clearly having trouble coming to terms with it. No sane person would find her role easy, but she'd have to be crazy not to try, given what she'd been offered. I weighed far too little on her mind, weighed against the rewards Alex could afford to give her, and her family who so desperately needed the money. She’d already done all that she felt ethically obligated to do for me. More than most would have done in her position, I imagine.
“This is our new reality now. We’ve both got to get used to it.” She said, pacing thoughtfully around my head. “The sooner we do, the better."
"By now, I hope you realize that this is going to be fucking horrible. If not, you will soon. I promise. Things are going to be especially hard for you in the beginning. I don’t know how you’re going to do it... and frankly... I don’t care anymore. I tried to talk you out of this. You ignored my warnings. Now you're fucked. And I have no pity for you. If it wasn't me, it'd be someone else standing here telling you the same."
“The only thing that concerns me now is how long it will take..." Dominique cringed. "... for you to learn to function properly. Because the longer it takes for that to happen, the harder this will be for me."
Dominique's lip curled in disgust as she squat down next to me. She held the lock of the hatch in her hand and glared down at me...
"You like soaking in my piss? Does it feel nice? Maybe you’d like to try soaking in your own piss and shit too, hmmm? If you make this harder on me than it needs to be... I'll make things much more unpleasant for you... No matter how full that bucket gets, this hatch stays shut until you've learned to function just like a normal Toilet. Understand me?"
Part 8: The Reading Chair
Dominique left me there in the dark for what seemed like a very long time; in reality, it probably wasn’t much more than an hour. Nevertheless, it was more than long enough to gain a horrifyingly clear preview of the aches and pains that would inevitably come from being crammed into this small space, for such a long time. Those aches and pains would only get worse. Much worse.
As I waited there in the dark, I could sense Alex looking down at me from someplace comfortable... smiling. He’s the architect of all this. This pain, this humiliation and degradation, this house, this hatch, Dominique -- they were all part of a carefully designed plan, a hideous fucking machine with one purpose: to take the darkest and most filthy fantasies from the rotten old man's brain--fantasies that have grown and festered in his deranged mind for a lifetime--and make them reality. At the heart of it all was a list which churned the gears of this dreadful machine forward. It was a series of daily tasks that Dominique must perform. One of those items thoughtfully suited one of Dominique’s personal hobbies: her joy of reading.
When the lights turned on, and my eyes adjusted to Dominique standing there above me once again, I felt relieved, at least at first. She was dressed in pink cotton pajamas that looked comfortable and non-intimidating. She waved a thick book at me, with the cover strategically blocked by her fingers--she was embarrassed to reveal to me her rather cliche enjoyment of vampire literature.
“150 pages.”
She paused and smiled at me strangely after blurting that out, allowing me to puzzle over what that meant for several moments before explaining.
"That's the minimum amount I have to read... Each night." Her eyebrows raised as she continued. "Ever since I was a little girl, reading has been a hobby of mine. It’s how I’ve ended each day for as long as I can remember... it's how I'll end each night here as well.”
Dominique squat down next to me and brushed her fingers across my face.
“I don't usually read on the pot though." She giggled at my widening eyes awkwardly and bopped my face with the back of her book. "How 'bout we break in my new reading chair?"
Back at home, in the safety of my apartment, I’d fantasized about this moment too many times to count--Dominique sitting on my face--being forced to endure the weight of her perfect body as she pressed unmercifully into my face. Now that it was about to happen for real though, my mind went strangely numb. I didn’t really have enough time to properly get excited... and the reality of it was suddenly unnerving as I realized there’d be nothing under my head to cushion my face from the hard surface of the hatch door. This was going to fucking hurt!
“My old chair was leather.” She continued, examining the softness of my cheeks with her fingers teasingly. “--the one back in my old apartment. It used to be nice and firm. Over time though... after sitting on it enough...” She pressed the tip of my nose with the palm of her hand. “... it got all smashed in.”
She turned my head so that my eyes were pointed away and my ear cupped the wooden hatch. I could hear the elastic of her underwear snap against her thighs as she tugged them down. This is it! This is going to fucking happen now! I took in a deep anxious breath and watched the shadow surrounding me grow darker...
OH FUCK!
My anticipation was brutally replaced with unbearable pain as her weight came down onto the side of my face, crushing me into the hard wooden planks of the hatch door. I could hear the cartilage in my ear snap as she experimented with a few different positions before finally settling directly over my temple.
Despite being firmly sandwiched between her and the wooden hatch door, I could still hear the faint sound of her sharp voice scolding me from above. She lifted herself off of me briefly to tell me to "Shut the fuck up" and then bounced back down on top of me with enough force that I thought my skull was surely going to split right open!
Being pinned like that--between her and the hatch--was without a doubt the most painful thing I've ever experienced. I could never have imagined such piercing agony. It was more than I could take... yet, I had no choice to take it. I sobbed like a baby. I thrashed against the cold cement walls of the darkness beneath us in an irrational fit of desperation. My arms and legs slapped grotesquely into the puddle I knelt in, which was now cold, instantly covering my body in filthy icy droplets. My involuntary moans were punished harshly with more merciless bounces. On one awful occasion, she lost her temper with me and lifted both her legs off the ground, balancing precariously on my head with every ounce of her weight as she screamed something inaudible at me.
In an attempt to keep my mind off of the intolerable pain, I started to count. I counted the seconds that seemed to never end. I found this tactic to be of little benefit, but it was all I had, so I continued and tried to ignore the disturbing sound of my ear mashing against the hatch door.
“1, 2, 3, … 50, 51, 52, … 150, 151, 152, … 500, 501, … 2000, 2001, 2002, ...”
At around 3,000 she finally got up. My face, soaked with sweat and tears, clinged stubbornly to her butt as she peeled herself off of me. I let out a sigh of relief as I lifted my head off that hard fucking hatch door... oh thank God! My ears were ringing and there was blood on the hatch where my ear had been smashed. Please God let this be the end of that... I can’t take this anymore...
She was standing right next to me, but I could barely hear her voice through my ringing ears. The wonderful idea that she was finished faded quickly as I felt her fingers on my forehead, pushing my neck backwards. I pleaded with her silently but she just raised her eyebrows and ignored me.
"Let's try it this way for a bit. You've got a really boney head."
Dominique massaged her butt with a towel and then wiped my face down with it, taunting me as she did. I cringed at the pain as the towel scraped against my bloody ear. “Awww... those must be tears of joy, hmmm?” She asked as my eyes welled up with fresh tears.
Oh God... What have I done?
She didn’t seem to be shy about much anymore, as she stood there un-modestly revealing everything to me in the brightly lit room... slowly descending her naked butt back onto me once again. Even with the pain and promise of more coming, the thick irony of all this was not lost on me as she took her time coming down... allowing me some time to anticipate what was coming. This is exactly what I'd fantasized about every day and night since as long as I could remember. I have never wanted anything more than this. But now that I had it, I've never wanted anything less.
I tried desperately to conjure up those old fantasies that had consumed me my entire life, that led me here today, as the light was slowly snuffed into blackness under Dominique's perfect butt, spreading across my face... but it was no use. Any hope of that was snuffed out by the imminent pain... and a foreboding raunchy stink as my nose brushed through the crack of her ass and smooshed uncomfortably into her ridiculously prickly pubic hair... and the agony that followed as she let her weight fall back down, crushing the back of my skull into the boards below relentlessly.
"120 more pages to go."
FUCK!!!
Part 9: The beginnings of Alex's plan
The young man's unfinished Heineken rolled in the cup holder of Alex's SUV as it turned onto the Manhattan Bridge. He sat next to it smiling widely, gently stroking his chin with his fingers. He was pleased with himself that this was all coming together so smoothly. Both Dominique and the young man were working out even better than he imagined--the dynamic growing between the two of them was amazing.
If there's one personal quality that Alex credits more than any other for his life's success it would be his exceptional ability to read people. According to him, if you can't read false confidence and bullshit from between the lines of quarterly reports, you have no business being in this business. This keen sense of awareness served Alex well today and throughout the process of setting this up. After all, these two people weren't just picked out of a hat. He'd treated each as he did any of his potential investments. He did his research. He delved deep into their respective histories. He knew their backgrounds, he knew their personalities, and most importantly he knew what strings to pull in order to manipulate them. Over the last few weeks, he'd seen through the young man's efforts to conceal his growing apprehension. That's why he met with him personally today--to give him that last nudge of momentum he needed.
Dominique was less complicated. With ten million dollars, Alex could afford to be fairly discriminating in his selection for her role. Beyond her beautiful appearance, he picked Dominique because of what she'd been through. She was a strong woman, hardened by a difficult childhood and fully capable of the tasks Alex would require. In their meeting back in march, he sensed right away a strong mutual respect that made him even more confident. He could trust her. She wasn't really the sociopath that she pretended to be... but, she was so good at acting the part.
Dominique was doing an amazing job. They both were.
Agonizing screams blasted through the car's speakers with crystal clarity. He could hear the sound of her slave’s body desperately splashing against the cold filthy walls of the hatch as he quivered under her weight. Dominique was truly was a queen, sitting majestically on her slave, seemingly indifferent to his cries. He zoomed in closer to get a better look at her perfect ass spreading wonderfully over her slave’s face, ruthlessly smashing him deep into her most intimate parts. It was both the most magnificent and pitiful thing he’d ever seen.
He'd never felt lust for a woman like he felt for Dominique, and as he watched her he could feel his darker side overcoming him, tearing down opposing feelings of guilt in its path. This was so much more then just a man and a woman. This was art in its truest and most primal form. This was his masterpiece.
Alex was even a bit shocked at himself for the sense of satisfaction he was felt listening to the young man scream... and how excited he was to watch her go further. He could see the regret in the young man's eyes and knew that, if given the chance, he would take this all back. But that's what made this so perfect, and the intensity of Alex's dark desires made it easy to quell his guilt with thoughtless notions.
I'm only giving him what he begged me for.
Alex's car slowed as it approached his building.
In his office, the horrific fate that he scripted for the young man would be broadcast through large monitors and his BOSE surround sound system. From there--from the comfort of his plush Italian office chair and a glass of cognac--he would savor the finest details of his misery. And he would thoughtfully craft Dominique's instructions for days to come.
He grabbed the young man's unfinished Heineken out of the cup holder and poured the remains of it out the window. As Alex stepped out of the car and made his way hurriedly to his office, remnants of the last cool beverage the young man would ever taste seeped into the filthy cracks of the street.
Part 10: Welcome to Slavery
There are no words to describe how unbearable Dominique’s reading was. No words can adequately describe the torture. The sheer brutality of it. It's far worse than you can imagine. When she was finely finished, my scalp was left so raw and tender that I could only rest it on my chin without nauseating pain. Her thick black brillo pad of pubic hair transformed my face into stingy irritated mess.
It was no walk in the park for her either. As soon as she stepped off my face, Dominique hurried to the bath and turned the water on full-blast. She seemed uncomfortable and anxious to clean herself... as if my face had somehow contaminated her. She wiped between her legs vigerously with a towel as she waited for the tub to fill. Her bum was red.
I had little sympathy though for her sore bum, which would soon be soothed in a warm bubbly bath. No such relief would be in my future. Not ever again. There was a quiet tension between us. A growing feeling of mutual resentment. I could tell from her sharp glances that she was in no mood to hear a peep out of me. She’d grown tired of listening to my whimpers and sobs.
Her pungent odor clung stubbornly to my face. I could smell her just as strong as I had when she was on top of me. For some irrational reason, I imagined her smelling somehow different... As if her goddess-like appearance, would somehow make the smell unique and less revolting. It smelt the same as any pussy I’d ever smelt, that unsavory fishy pussy stink. And the smell of her ass was just as common and unsavory. It smelt like ass.
Despite her warnings, and coming here on my own free will, I somehow felt tricked. Like this wasn’t really what I thought it would be, despite it being exactly what I understood it would be. Her stink, still freshly smeared over my face, attacked my nostrils in nasty whiffs of truth... forcing my unwilling mind to finally see that Dominique was human after all.
She was standing over me now, continuing to rub the towel into her crotch. Expecting her to say something, I tilted my head back, careful not to touch the hatch with my bruised scalp. Instead, she draped the towel over my face and walked away. She wanted privacy. All it took was a bath towel to forget my insignificant presence in this godforsaken place. Now I could suffer alone without burdening her.
She let out a purposely audible moan of pure ecstasy as she dipped herself slowly into the hot bath. Its soothing warmth and aromas shielded her from this place. It allowed her mind to drift someplace safe and warm. Someplace far away.
My mind would get no such vacation. This cold piss that I was kneeling uncomfortably in, this pain, this stink, this anticipation, all these things were keeping me firmly chained here in the moment. On top of all that, I was beginning to feel the urge to pee. The bucket on my lap would be difficult to use and certainly wouldn’t be quiet... I’d have to hold it until Dominique was gone.
When Dominique finely emerged from the tub and toweled off, I imagined Alex cowering over a computer someplace comfortable, enjoying the view, zooming in and out excitedly as she toweled herself off. That goddamn pervert.
When she removed the towel from my head, she looked calm and revitalized. She wore a green bath towel around her waist. Her hair was dry and flowed down the back of her pink pajama top.
“So, how are you enjoying your first night of slavery?”
She seemed amused at how red my face still was. “Gosh, imagine what you’ll look like after a few months of this!” She said giggling. “Awww, look on the bright side. Tomorrow’s a new day right? Who knows, if it didn’t feel good tonight, maybe it will tomorrow? Or the next night? Or the next?”
Dominique raised her eyebrows.
“Or maybe it will feel good when I cut your little pecker off.” She grinned down at my suddenly horrified face. She tightened her towel around her waist as and her grin melted into a serious glare. “Maybe you’ll enjoy it when I stomp on your balls? When I smash them into jelly with my toes?” Dominique’s nodded her head. “Soon. That’s what you can think about as you kneel here tonight, waiting for me to come for my morning piss.”
Finally, the permanence of all of this really hit me with a sudden emotional jolt that instantly welled my eyes with tears. I imagined my parents, whom I’d never see again, standing there next to me. I could see there disgusted faces... “This is what we put you through college for?” My dad would ask; mom sobbed next to him shaking her head in horror at how pitiful her son has become. I imagined friends and coworkers circling around me. They were curling their lips, gagging, and even throwing up in disgust. Fucking pervert! One of them would hiss.
I lowered my head and stared down at Dominique’s feet, embarrassed to let her see me cry. Her towel dropped to her ankles.
“I have one last thing to give you... before I leave for the night.”
Fuck it. Let her see. I looked up... defeated... tears streaming down my bright red face, to see that she had her hand on her lower belly.
“I have to shit.”
...
About an hour later, back in the city, Alex was shutting down his computer. He'd just called his wife and told her he'd finally finished the mountain of work that had kept him from her all evening. She hated nights when Alex returned late from work. It made her nervous to be alone in such a big apartment at night, but she was at the same time grateful to have such a dedicated and successful husband. This was the price of his success. She’d wait up for him and put a plate of supper on the stove, so it would be warm for his arrival.
Michael, his 6 year old son, didn’t want to go to bed without a hug from dad, so he tried to stay up, but fell asleep in front of the TV. He and his wife shared a warm laugh together before he hung up the phone and locked up his desk.
On his way out the door, he threw a wadded paper towel into his waste bin.
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