Taking Online Offline

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Nicholas slammed the laptop lid down as he launched himself out of his chair.

"The nerve of that bitch." His voice took on a more girlish tone. "I'm having a birthday get together tonight at my fave club, and since my boyfriend is working, I was wondering if you'd like to come along and help me celebrate?" He paced the room. "Me, the only who's been letting her live out her fantasies, giving her screaming orgasms her boyfriend has not even got near to giving her, and yet I am second fiddle to that useless prick."

He dropped down onto the bed, staring at the closed computer. "For a year, Tameka has shared things with me, her Master that she has told no one else. I have guided her to places she has longed to go, but never had the courage to go. She spends so much time with me, yet will she commit? 'No, I have a boyfriend, and my job is good and I have all these things that make me happy...' Yeah, right. 'Your boyfriend wont do the things that turn you on, you spend more time bitching about work than you do saying anything good about it, or even the people you work with. Sure, your friends seem OK, but even they seem to be pissing you off more and more.'

"Does she listen to me? Nope. I can here it in her voice. She's not happy where she is. Even the few times we met up, she was on the verge of coming back here, but she still lost the nerve to do it. Is she afraid of doing it, or is she afraid that she will really like it?"

Nicholas stood up, and walked over to the table. His 6' body seemed to tower over the table, and the chair groaned when his heavy frame eased into it. He pushed his brown hair back out of the way of his deep blue eyes as they looked at the small, plain brown box sitting next to the computer. His lips pursed and his eyes narrowed as he thought about his idea, his plan for about the one hundredth time.

"Birthday get together at her fave club, huh. Knowing my little slave girl, Tameka, she'll have quite a few drinks, flirt like crazy with just about every fella there, and be close to blind rotten drunk by the end of the night. Yes... it would work, easily."

He looked over at a velvet sheet, folded in half, protecting his other gift for Tameka. His hand reached out and rested lightly on the top of the fabric.

"Yeah, Happy Birthday, Tameka."

Alyria frowned as she signed off with Nicholas, he'd been acting strangely ever since she said she didn't want to move the roleplay from the computer screen and into reality. She shrugged it off, it was her birthday and she wasn't going to let him bring her down!

She finished her make up and did up the buckles on her heels, they were real killers; seven inches off the ground, they were black, cost a fortune and hurt like hell but damn they looked good!

She heard the doorbell just as she was putting her earrings on, she threw her mobile, cash, ID and make up into her tiny bag, grabbed her keys and ran outside. Her friends were all waiting in the maxi taxi for her as she locked the front door and smiled at their cries of 'Happy Birthday' as she got into the cab.

Alyria had bought a new black boob tube style dress for the occasion, it was short; only coming to mid-thigh length but she was going clubbing so it didn't really matter. A red belt was wrapped just under her breasts and her shoulder length deep red hair was straightened within an inch of it's life. She had dyed it of course, being a natural brunette; she hated the lifeless look of her natural colour though. She had brown eyes and didn't lack in height; she was about 170 cms tall. She had a thin build but hadn't been athletic since the 8th grade, she was fit and toned but wouldn't run a race if you paid her.

The taxi stopped outside the club and Alyria couldn't wait to get the night underway, the girls lined up and flashed their ID's at the bouncers, they paid the cover and got stamped just like everyone else although Alyria knew they probably wouldn't have had too if they'd employed some harmless flirting but she was a fair girl...almost!

She flirted with the bartender and scored a free drink when she subtly mentioned it was her birthday and her friends milled around while they started the first round, dancing would come later when they had loosened up a bit. Tameka and Nicholas were long forgotten as Alyria started chatting with her friends and enjoying her birthday.

Nicholas made sure he was dressed well enough to get past the bouncers. Dress shirt, good jeans and shoes coupled with an air of confidence and his large build meant that the bouncers took one look and let him through.

He went up to one end of the bar, grabbing a drink and finding some where to watch the goings on. He had a good idea of her outfit, along with her telling him of her latest hair colouring, so he found her easily. She was with her friends, all drinking happily, gazing at the men as they walked past them, chatting about how good or bad they were and deciding which lucky fellows would receive their attentions later in the evening.

Nicholas waited, watching the group. He found himself on the receiving end of a few advances, which he took advantage of to help with his cover. None of them had anything near what his Tameka had. Some were more pleasing on the eye than her, but they lacked the fire and personality she had. The very features that made her so desirable. But as the night wore on, the girls drank more, and started dancing, flirting and teasing.

Nicolas moved to the other side of the dance floor to where the group had staked their claim. They left enough of their number to secure the table and 'protect' each other from unwanted advances, while the others would dance for a while. Again, he hung back far enough to see, but not be seen easily. He watched, everyone until Tameka come onto the floor again. This time he drifted forward enough for her to see him, if she glanced his way. As soon as he was in position, he smiled warmly. She would see him happily looking on as she enjoyed herself, patiently waiting for catch her attention.

Alyria finally felt that she had loosened up enough to take a dance partner, she flirted outrageously with one of the guys at the bar until they both went to dance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they talked and laughed as they twirled on the dancefloor, after half a dozen drinks it didn't matter what song was playing.

Alyria turned her head and winked at her friends who burst into fits of laughter, the poor bloke had no idea that Alyria was just teasing him! She'd never let him get beyond first base with her and then she'd just disappear on him later.

Alyria frowned and suddenly took her arms off the guy, she could've sworn she saw Nicholas as they had danced! She turned around, looking everywhere to see if she could find him until she was staring him straight in the face. The guy she had been dancing with was confused and tried to get her to dance again by grabbing her waist, Alyria grabbed his hands and pushed them away gently. She apologized quickly and left the dancefloor; making her way towards Nicholas.

She figured he had changed his mind since he was smiling at her, she felt a little dizzy from all the dancing and drinking but knew for certain it was him. Although she couldn't figure out why he hadn't come over to her sooner; how long had he been there anyway?

You're an idiot, she snapped at herself; you were slutting it up on the dancefloor with some guy! Of course he wasn't going to come over to you! She finally reached Nicholas with a genuine smile on her face.

"Hey stranger, I thought you weren't coming out tonight?" She smiled sweetly at him and touched his shoulder appreciatively.

Nicholas continued to watch her, the way she moved, even when drunk, was still graceful. She was definitely limber, as she had shown on the webcam a few times. But he looked at the poor fellow that was now being pushed aside in Nicholas' favour. Nicholas watched as the fool groped his Slave's waist as she untangled herself from him with a quiet word. She made her way towards Nicholas, his joy at her approach was shining through on his face.

He definitely like how she was dressed, how it showed off her magnificent body without overly appearing like a slut. He would enjoy her dressing that way for him. But only for him. When she managed to reach him, she was smiling broadly, just like she did whenever they were on the video to each other. She was happy to see him too.

"Hey stranger, I thought you weren't coming out tonight?" Her hand rested on his shoulder as the smile took on a softer quality. Nicholas reached his arm around her waist, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I changed my mind. I thought it would be good to actually come along and celebrate your birthday with you. We've known each other for a while, and I know I haven't taken your choice to keep things just online well. So, I wanted... start things afresh, as it were."

Nicholas led her away from the dance floor to somewhere a little more quiet and less crowded. "Plus, I have a present for you for when you're finished here with your friends, and.. dance partners."

His hand drift up her back, until it reached the top of her dress. His fingers ran along the line of flesh, lightly brushing her back. As his fingers ran back, he put his palm on her back, pressing a tranq patch he bought on the internet onto her skin. Just strong enough to make her incoherent, and magnify the effects of the alcohol.

As he watched the effects kick in, he looked at her, concern for her evident on his face. "Are you all right, Alyria? How about I get you home."

Alyria swayed, her vision had become suddenly blurred and every muscle in her body had become heavy and useless.
She leaned on Nicholas and nodded "I-I don't know what's wrong with me, too much to drink I guess" she laughed a little, her words were badly slurred and she could barely stand.

"I need my friends...have to tell them I'm going home."

She still had her bag on her arm at least but her heels caused her to stumble dangerously everytime she tried to pull away from Nicholas to stand upright.

"Please tell...friends...home."

Alyria slumped against Nicholas, she was still conscious but in the fight to stay that way she had to stop using so many muscles, she really just wanted to lie down and stop the ground from moving!

Her phone beeped with a txt message that read simply "where did U go?"
It was from one of her friends in the club - Gillian.

They were always careful to look out for each other in the clubs just in case one of them was approached by a creep she couldn't shake. So all of Aly's (as they affectionately called her) friends had spread out over the club looking for her.

Alyria was thin, alcohol went through her like water, she could basically get drunk from inhaling it so it wasn't exactly surprising to her that she could hardly stand. She didn't think she had drunk that much but she just couldn't be sure, everything was so fuzzy...

Nicholas quickly helped her out of the club, knowing exactly what her friends would do. But it would take them time to spread out, and he could easily shield her smaller body behind his as they moved. Nicholas nodded to the bouncer as they passed.

"I told you, Aly, you should have taken it a little easier, my love."

They moved quickly to where his car was parked, sitting her in the front seat and belting her in. "Don't worry, Aly, I'll get you home safely. After all, I have been looking after you for a while now, haven't I?"

He sat behind the wheel, and took out her phone. He quickly sent a reply text to Gillian. "Cab. Going home. Sick."

"There, Gill's been told you're heading home. They'll be fine for a while." Nicholas pulled out, making sure that he kept out of sight of the club as he headed home. He drove in silence, Tameka was for all intents and purposes asleep. If she was still awake, her mind would be so muddled that she wouldn't remember much.

He pulled into his garage, the door closing behind him. When the door closed, he got out, and lifted the small woman out of the car, and carried her down into the basement. It had been made ready for her two full months before he made his first request to her. But she turned him down then, and twice more after that. This time, he was going to give her what she needed, what she desired but could never bring her self to articulate.

He put her on her bed, and snapped the ankle manacle on and double checked the chain and its anchoring. He then made sure that all the non essential gear was removed, and everything else was out of her reach. He started the internal webcam running and left Tameka to sleep off the effects of the drug. When she woke up, then she would learn the truth of her new life.

Sometime during the drive Alyria had finally given up on consciousness and passed into a blissful slumber.

A few hours later her dehydration woke her, she could barely speak as she tried to call to someone unknown to even her for water.

She then remembered that she lived alone and groaned, she rolled over rubbing her eyes as she tried to focus the. Aly finally opened her eyes and sat up, she didn't register her surroundings until she moved to get off the bed. Alyria fell to the ground, she attempted to scream out of shock but barely a rasp escaped her and she looked over at her foot, the pain was excruciating!

A manacle was locked to her ankle and chained to the bed post, Alyria frowned "what the fuck?!" It came out as a whisper.

She pulled herself back onto the bed and quickly realized she had no idea where she was, the last thing she remembered was...Nicholas! He was going to take her home...what happened? Was he okay?

Alyria shook her head, first thing first - she had to get out of here, everything in her screamed danger like a bad horror movie. She leaned down and tugged on her ankle chain, examining the lock, it was solid so she looked around and remembered her handbag but long before she'd begun to search for it she knew it wouldn't be there. Whoever left her in here didn't want her calling the police or escaping somehow, it would be too much to hope for that they were that stupid.

Alyria held her head in her hands, it had begun splitting open in agony with all the stress and the hang over didn't help either! Alyria drew up her knees to her face and huddled; trying to get the pain under control and feel a little safer at the same time.

Nicholas heard the sounds of movement on the computer when Tameka woke up. He looked over at the screen, and watched her look of horror at what had happened to her. Her reactions were all within his expectations of what he knew of her. He gathered the drinking cup of water, plus some painkillers and then headed down into the basement.

He had modified things so that there was a door at the bottom of the stairs, and the place was reasonably sound proofed, nothing that an additional ball gag would fix. Without much fuss or fanfare he entered the room that was now Tameka's home. He also made no effort to hide himself from her as he walked to the far side of the room.

"Hello, Tameka. Welcome home." He looked at her sternly, but his entire posture was relaxed, unworried. "I have some water here for you, as well as some painkillers. But they will only be given to an obedient girl who does as she is told.

"To get a drink of water, all you need to do is remove all of your clothing, and toss it over to me. And to get some of the painkillers, all you need do is ask your Master to give you them."

He remained in leaning against the bench with the water and painkillers in clear view.

Alyria looked up slowly, exasperation, shock and anger on her face "Nicholas? You put me here? Why?"

She was having an overload of information and she groaned and held her head in her hands again.

Without looking up she continued to speak "My name is Alyria Nicholas, you know that." Everything she said came out in a soft voice.

"Tameka isn't real and if this is some kind of sick birthday joke it's not funny."

Something inside her twisted, she knew it wasn't a joke somehow, Nicholas had wanted this before and she had been forced to tell him no more than once.

She looked up at him and whispered "you can't do this".

Her throat ached painfully reminding her of her thirst and she looked longingly at the cup of water, Alyria glanced down at the chain around her ankle; she would never be able to reach Nicholas or the water.

"Please Nicholas this isn't fair."

Her eyes welled up with tears as the combination of alcohol, thirst, stress and throbbing pain in her head became too much to handle. Nicholas was serious and she was in no condition to argue or fight.

"I can't! I have a boyfriend! I have a life! You can't do this!" Alyria sniffed, all her words made her throat roar with anger at her and her hands flew ro rub it, she needed it to ease - it had never been this bad before.

Alyria gasped as she realized this "What the hell did you do to me?!" It came out croaky but audible.

She rarely got hangovers and Alyria had never experienced dehydration like this before, he had to have done something to me, she thought to herself; the second he showed up I felt...strange...

Nicholas fought the smile that he so wanted to have as Tameka finally got her fire back.

"Nicholas? You put me here? Why?"

"Simple, Tameka. I have grown tired of listening to how much you adored what we did, but refused to leave a life that was not giving you what you needed. You spent more time bitching about your life than extolling it's virtues."

Her head collapsed into her hands, groaning from the discomfort she was feeling, both physically and mentally. But she was a smart girl, she would realize that he was doing this for her own good as well as for his pleasure. She was afraid of change, so he would guide her through the change.

"My name is Alyria, Nicholas, you know that.

"Tameka isn't real and if this is some kind of sick birthday joke it's not funny."

Her words were soft, she was unsure of herself. She looked up at him and whispered, "You can't do this."

"Can't I? I believe I have, Tameka. Alyria is gone now, and if you refer to yourself in that manner again, you know what the discipline will be. From the moment you landed on that bed, Tameka became real, and this is your birthday gift.

"A new life, Tameka. One that you so desperately desire. You have been so happy when we were together online. You said countless times you wished your boyfriend could make you feel the way I did. That will not be a worry anymore. I will look after you, and make you very happy."

Nicholas saw where she looked, trying to work around the commands given. Again, he expected her to try and find a way out. She would fight him for every inch he took from her, and would resist everything he gave to her. But that would make the final prize all the more sweeter when she finally saw the error of her ways.

"Please Nicholas this isn't fair.

"I can't! I have a boyfriend! I have a life! You can't do this!"

"Not fair on who, Tameka?" Nicholas keep his tone neutral. "What was happening was not fair on anyone, least of all you and I. As I said, your boyfriend has not been pleasing you. You have complained about your life, even when I asked you about anything good. You enjoyed what we did together. There were times when you would come online to get the climax your boyfriend couldn't give you.

"And as I have said, I can, and I have, done this. You are now Tameka, and I am either Master, or Sir. This is now your life, and it is what you need. You will understand soon enough, Tameka. You have always been a smart girl, and I expect you learn as quickly here as you did online."

She rubbed her throat, sore from the lack of moisture and too much use.

"What the hell did you do to me?!"

Nicholas stood up and walked over to Tameka, slapping her face once, then returning to where he was standing.

"You will address me properly, Tameka. Properly and respectfully. I gave you a simple tranquilizer that magnified the effects of alcohol in the system. The level was low enough to render you incoherent without threatening your health.

"Remember, Tameka, if you want something to drink, just remove your clothes and toss them to me. And if you asked me, addressing me as Master, you can get some painkillers too."

Alyria yelped as he slapped her, her head flinging sideways and she clutched her face "You're insane" she hissed at him.

She coughed and spluttered, desperately trying to alleviate the pain in her throat and she glared at him as a red hand print appeared on her cheek. Aly thought about the discipline he referred to and she wasn't so sure, it could be anything, they had roleplayed just about everything imaginable online.

"Someone will notice I'm gone, they'll be looking for me..." She didn't address him as anything, she refused to call him Master but at the same time she was afraid of getting slapped again so it was a case of safe and not stupid.

He continued to mention her removing her clothes for a cup of water and while she wanted it desperately, she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her both naked and vulnerable, giving in was the same as giving up but if she could play him for a while...

Thoughts formed in her mind, it was painful but she needed to think as logically and as clearly as possible or this was going to be more hellish. Alyria removed the belt from under her breasts, it was making her breathing harder anyway and it covered nothing, it was just a simple decoration.

"Will you take this thing off?" She gestured to the ankle chain, her voice held no emotion at all, she kept the anger, the sadness and the helplessness from her voice.

Alyria remembered something he had said earlier and frowned "This was the present you were talking about wasn't it?"

She shook her head at him, her eyes wide "You had me so fooled...I never-" She stopped short of her voice cracking, she was furious but afraid, she'd never seen him like this, he was friendly in person...usually...

Alyria thought back to their roleplaying, it seemed it would come in handy after all! But as the thoughts of all the scenarios they had gone through crept through her mind she began to freak, there was some really intense stuff in there! Humiliation, degradation, slavery, other men, whips, chains, collars, all manner of sex toys? She had secretly desired these things but kept it to words, she couldn't do it, it terrified her, she couldn't do any of it for real! She tensed up, this couldn't continue, he had to know she wasn't going to take this bullshit!

"Fuck you...if you think for one second that I'm going to do anything for you? You're crazy!" Alyria backed up onto the bed as far as the ankle chain would permit so she could protect herself from another slap.

Nicholas watched as she reacted to the slap she received. It would be the first of many lessons she would receive. It was a matter of time before she learned.

"Someone will notice I'm gone, they'll be looking for me..."

Nicholas walked over to where she sat, and delivered another slap to her face, but this time, he stepped just outside of her reach and waited.

"I told you, you need to address me properly and respectfully, Tameka.

"Of course people are going to notice that your missing, but before they can do anything about it, you will have contacted them to tell them of your desire to go and find yourself. You'll be contacting your family from time to time to let them know are alive, fine and well. There will be doubts of course, but the wording will definitely be yours."

"Will you take this thing off?"

Nicholas sighed again, taking the two steps he needed and slapping her other cheek. He just looked at her in disappointment.

"This was the present you were talking about wasn't it?

"You had me so fooled...I never-"

His hand lashed out again, the loud crack echoing through the room from yet another slap to the face. He looked at Tameka, disappointment slowly merging with sadness.

"Fuck you...if you think for one second that I'm going to do anything for you? You're crazy!"

But she back up as far as she could, protecting herself again another slap to the face. Nicolas shook his head, grabbing her free leg, and delivering 5 hard strikes against the arch of her foot.

"Tameka, you are here to start your new life, and you know what that life will be like. You may resist, but in the end you will accept that what is happening is the best for you."

Nicholas walked over to the bench, picking up the box of painkillers and the cup full of water slowly taking a small drink from it before he started walking for the door.

Alyria curled up, her skin stung all over from every slap and her feet had already been aching from the high heels long before Nicholas assaulted them. She whimpered but bit back the tears for all it was worth, she needed the water now, the crying was making the thirst unbearable!

She watched him drink it, she watched him walk towards the door, she hated him and he knew it! The roleplaying hadn't been so far from truth after all, it certainly hurt!

She gave in a little so she could say something to him without being struck "I know what you want me to say...Sir..." The word came quick and was coated with anger as it slipped from her "I know what you want me to do...but I won't...not ever..." She whispered the last part.

She was afraid to say anything more, she wanted the water...she had never known how much she had taken something as simple as water for granted! Now it seemed she would never take anything for granted ever again, he wanted her clothes, he wanted her dignity and he wanted her in general.

Alyria knew how this game was played but this was no longer a game...and she didn't want to play! Alyria coughed again, it was too much, the pain was almost hospital material to her and she wondered if Nicholas would let her die rather than give her water. She knew she wouldn't die of thirst for at least a day or two but how much pain would she have to endure in the meantime?

"Fine" She spat the word like something disgusting was on her tongue, she unzipped her dress and in one fluid movement removed it and threw it to the floor, her bra and panties were still covering her though, both black.

"I took it off Sir."

"You want me to lie and tell my parents, my friends, my boyfriend that I'm happier here Sir? That I'm better off? None of them least of all my boyfriend would believe it." A shocking thought struck her, he'd never allow her to see them again, not any of them...

Nicholas felt the weight of Tameka's stare on him as he headed to the door. He knew she was assessing her options, trying to get herself out of her 'predicament'.

"I know what you want me to say...Sir... I know what you want me to do...but I won't...not ever..."

Nicholas turned around and walked back to the bench. The cup and box were put down. He paused at the bench, his hands on the surface. He had expected her resistance, but this level was beyond his expectations. He thought she would remember what they were like, and she would employ that knowledge.

"Fine"

The single word carried a large amount of venom. He heard the sound of the zipper followed by the rustle of cloth. He waited, listening for other movement but he heard nothing.

"I took it off Sir."

He looked over his shoulder to see her clad in black underwear. He turned his face back to look at the bench.

"You want me to lie and tell my parents, my friends, my boyfriend that I'm happier here Sir? That I'm better off? None of them least of all my boyfriend would believe it."

With the echoes of her last words fading in the room, he took up a flogger that rested on the bench. Tears were welling in his eyes as he walked over to her.

"You think I take pleasure in this?" The flogger lashed out catching the bare flesh of her leg with a stinging blow. He followed it up with another blow close to the same spot. "You flagrantly ignore the rules, you leave me no options, Tameka." Her arms caught the next three blows.

"You need to address me properly, and respectfully. If you don't you will be disciplined. You know that as well as I do.

"Regarding your lying to everyone else, they are not going to hear from you, Tameka. They will receive texts and emails from Alyria telling them that you needed to find yourself, and that everything about you is hindering that. I have enough of your texts, emails and IM chats that I can create something that you yourself could have written. I have enough background knowledge about you that I can convince them that it's from you if queried."

He closed and grabbed a handful of hair, and bent Tameka over, and struck her back five more times with the flogger before dropping her onto her bed. Tears rolled down his cheek as he looked down on Tameka as she lay on the bed.

"I said remove your clothes if you wanted to get a drink. And you need to ask me politely if you want any painkillers, and you will need to address me as Master when you ask. If you keep behaving this way, you will not get what you need. You know what you need to do Tameka."

He gave her head a gentle stroking as he walked away from the bed, dropping the flogger on the bench. He picked up the cup and painkillers, looking over at Tameka before he started to leave once more.

Alyria's screams rang out through the room, she had no idea it would hurt so much, she saw Nicholas' tears as he hit her and wondered why he was crying over her...he couldn't care could he? She clenched her teeth as he grabbed her hair and struck her back over and over.

Alyria was breathing hard when he dropped her, she was red all over, her arms stung from where she had tried to deflect the blows and she had let the tears flow freely now.

Alyria returned eye contact with Nicholas as he looked at her, he was going to leave again, she was lying on her side on the bed hugging herself and the circumstances had finally sunken in. He was right, she knew what she had to do if she wanted anything - obey and please.

"Wait!" It escaped her, she thought about taking it back for a second but only for a second as the numbing pain on her body reminded her of what would happen if she spoke again without respect.

"Wait....Master..." she couldn't look at him anymore, she had given him exactly what he wanted and she would have to give him more; she was going to lose her voice soon.

She sat up, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming at the pain it caused her, slowly she took the straps from the bra off her arms and reached around to undo it at the back, wincing at the pain in her protesting arms. She pulled it off and threw it to the floor, she worked hard not to look at Nicholas while she did it...while Tameka did it, she thought to herself.

Quickly she slipped her underwear down, if she hesitated she might not go through with it and losing her bra would've been for nothing, she couldn't reach it now. She couldn't throw her underwear on the floor because of the ankle chain so she slid them off her legs and let them rest on the chain. She pulled her knees up to her chest, she didn't like the helplessness that came with being completely bare.

Alyria swallowed her pride, her anguish and her dignity all in one and became her character, she could be Tameka for now, it would make it easier when she couldn't fight anymore and she expected that would occur alot. She couldn't escape now anyway, chained to the bed as she was and Nicholas certainly wasn't going to free her.

"Master...may I please have some water and painkillers?" Her voice held the respect he so desired, it was wavering with her pain and fear, she didn't like being beaten at anything, she was a very competitive woman and hated to lose.

Nicholas knew that about her too, he knows everything about me she realized the error of telling him so much, I could disappear forever in this and my parents would never know...

She wanted to ask why her name had to change but she was too afraid, for now she was beaten and she didn't want to be struck again. She stared at her knees still unable to look at him, still curled up to show as little of herself as possible and still in pain. She waited for his response and hoped it wouldn't be one that involved that flogger.

"Wait! Wait....Master..."

Nicholas paused when she first spoke, thinking that he would have to discipline her again, but she corrected herself quickly enough. He decided to allow the correction to stand, as she had learned. He knew she was in pain, and that would have muddled her thinking.

Her eyes were downcast as he watched her remove her bra. He saw the pain she was in as she complied with his request. Her bra fell to the floor, close to where her dress landed. The panties were removed, but were left on the chain. She pulled her self into a ball, her knees under her chin. He once more debated the exact letter of his instruction and decided he would assist her slightly with it.

"Master...may I please have some water and painkillers?"

He smiled slightly, walking over to where her panties lay, easily tearing them off the chain and handing them to her.

"Of course, Tameka, as soon as you finish fulfilling the command I gave you."

He walked back over to the bench, and picked up the cup and the painkillers and walked back to sit beside her. He put the cup and box on the floor, outside her reach, and drew her into a warm embrace, stroking her hair softly.

"Tameka, I didn't want to do that to you. I don't want to hurt you like that. But if you don't do as you are commanded then I have no choice. I am your Master, and you, Tameka, are my Slave. I know you are resistant to the idea, but it is the best for you."

He lifted the box, and removed two of the tablets. The box went to the floor, and he raised the cup. He gave her small sips, letting the water dissolve the claggy mess within her mouth, before letting her sip some to deal with her thirst. He gave her the tablets one at a time, washing them down with water. He gave them a minute to settle in her stomach, before letting her drink the rest of the contents of the cup.

"Shhhhh." He resumed cradling her,stroking her hair and rocking her gently. "Relax, Tameka, the pain will go away soon, and you will get some sleep. You'll have a busy day ahead of you, My Slave. But your Master will care for you, and soon all will be better. Much better."

He continued cradling her until he felt her close to sleep. He laid her down on the bed, covering her with a sheet. He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead before he left her to sleep.

Alyria was confused when he handed her the torn panties but only at first as she slowly nodded her understanding and tossed them over to her other clothing on the floor. She looked away from Nicholas as Tameka released her arms from around her knees and straightened out her legs; baring her body completely to him for the first time.

As he embraced her shivering form; silent tears slid down her face. She sipped the water gratefully as Nicholas fed her the liquid, Aly swallowed the painkillers and leaned against his chest letting them take effect. The welts slowly reddening more aggressively but the pain alleviating at the same time.

"Thank you Ma-Master" she whispered still shaking from the pain, the cool air, the tears and the nudity, the whole ordeal had quite simply taken it's toll but she was still grateful for the water.

She couldn't think straight anymore, his words washed over her and she had no response. One part of her was asking if she could really do this while another was screaming for escape. The thought that Nicholas would actually own her just wouldn't compute, she couldn't fathom the changes...

Alyria's body went limp with peaceful unconsciousness and her fitful dreams began. She found herself falling from a great height, Nicholas' smiling face hovering above her.

Elsewhere Alyria's phone beeped with another txt message from her best friend Gillian, it read: 'Hey babe, dropped by ur place this morning but U werent there. Is everything ok? I was worried, how sick were U last nite? U just disappeared. Txt me bak! xx'

Alyria continued to dream, she tossed and turned as she stared into a mirror and saw the person staring back was not her but her raven haired character Tameka. The glass shattered and Aly moved on to the next horrific nightmare...

Nicholas returned to the main part of the house, seeing Alyria's phone had received yet another message. He smiled as he quickly responded.

'Hey sweetie. Need space 2 think. B bak ltr. xx'

Once the message was gone, Nicholas turned off the phone, and removed the sim card, dropping it into a special box containing all the things he needed to interact with the rest of the world, as Alyria.

Nicholas wasted no time in getting things ready for his next visit. After half and hour, all was ready, and he made his way back down to her room. Not surprisingly, Tameka was lying on her belly with the sheet covering her.

He placed the large milkshake style metal cup and a plastic bottle on the floor, while he turned down the sheet to expose her her back and arms. He poured some of the thick fluid onto his hand, letting it warm up a little before he started rubbing her back. The oil was specifically blended to help the skin recovered from the kind of lashing that she received. As well as helping the skin to heal better, it also soothed the pain from them better than normal painkillers would. He was confident that the oil would ensure that there were no scars, or lasting marks, as he got to them quickly enough.

Tameka stirred under his touch, but he continued to treat her injuries, ignoring her movements and other signs of stirring. He worked the oil into all of her skin on the back half of her body, not wanting to risk missing somewhere. He removed the sheet all together, working on her legs until they were all done as well.

Nicholas walked over to the single chair in the room, moving it closer to the bed. He sat down, admiring his Slave as she slowly woke up from his efforts. He would make sure that ate properly and got the right levels of exercise, and she would be amazing.

"Hello, Tameka. Time for you to have some breakfast before you start your next task."

Alyria had tossed the sheet over herself sometime during her sleep to sheild her body from the cool air but had no recollection of doing so. Now she dimly sensed its removal as a pair of hands rubbed something into her body, she stirred a few times but her dreams continued to pull her back. Until a voice broke into them telling her it was time to wake up.

Aly groaned and attempted to roll away from the voice until the ankle chain pulled tight; the manacle biting into her skin. Her body moved reflexively to alleviate the pain as her eyes shot open; the ankle chain slackened and Alyria breathed a sigh of relief.

She sat up and rubbed her arm as it tingled from the oil, her eyes immediately landed on Nicholas; the voice she had heard. Aly frowned as she recalled the previous events in a flashback sequence; the club, her friends, dancing, Nicholas, sick, waking up in this same bed, the dehydration, the flogger...

Aly tore herself from the memories; curiously the last thing she noticed was her nudity but as Nicholas had already seen and touched her (she shuddered at the thought) it wasn't as pressing a matter. Still she curled her legs up underneath herself and leaned forward slightly; she had her pride after all.

Alyria remembered something Nicholas had said before and her forehead creased with confusion.

"Task? Breakfast?" She asked vaguely.

Aly realized she had no idea what time or day it was, she was fairly certain it was still Sunday as her birthday celebrations had taken place on the Saturday night.

She surveyed the room briefly, the bench and camera were familiar but the chains and manacles hanging from the wall were not, she wondered if they had been there all along. Her eyes widened as they travelled to the bolts that held them in place. What the fuck? How on earth did he build this place?!

Nicholas watched Tameka as she sat up, looking rather groggy after the short sleep she got. She curled her self up, covering herself up slightly in the process. He sighed softly at the action. He saw the look of confusion cross her face, but thought nothing of it.

"Task? Breakfast?"

He smiled at the soft, drifting quality of her voice. He reached out and put his hand behind her head, pulling her over to give her a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes, Tameka. I have some breakfast for you. Everything your body will need." He lifted the metallic milkshake style cup and handed it to her. The muddy brown contents had no noticeable odours, and had the consistency of a thick shake. Rather than being cold, it was warm. "Drink it all, Tameka. Any you spill is nutrition you're not going to get. And you'll need it all.

"Your task will be a simple one, Tameka. You will show me what is the best way to please me with your hands. You should remember it well, as you have done it often enough when we played on the 'net."

Alyria was confused by his gentle treatment as he kissed her forehead, she also found herself both relieved that he had not hurt her and repulsed by the fact that it stirred some strange emotions that she'd immediately squashed.

She took the cup from him and looked into it, Nicholas had made her acutely aware of the fact that she was afraid of being drugged. She never left a drink unattended in the club despite her all too trusting nature and after that tranq patch she'd realized why she had this fear. Her nose crinkled, it looked disgusting, she sniffed it but nothing came back; it was odourless...and warm.

"What is it?" Alyria asked making her distaste known.

Her eyes widened as he mentioned pleasing him with her hands, before she could stop herself she was shaking her head violently no! Aly finally came to her senses and stopped shaking her head, thoughts passing through her brain at an alarming rate, logically, think logically! Alyria willed herself but there was no logic in this situation, she was dumbfounded and couldn't think of a thing to say but she made it known that she was not going to be a willing participant to his sick games.

Task indeed! Aly was scared but her anger often overrode her fear, this was one of those times and without words Aly's fury shone through the expression on her face. He continues to call me Tameka, my fuckin' name is Alyria! This is breakfast since when?! Aly never ate breakfast in the first place except for a cup of tea or coffee before she rushed off to work in the morning but when she did as far as she could recall even cereal had solids!

Aly's thoughts returned briefly and inexplicably to the few reasons she'd had besides the ones she had told Nicholas about why she didn't want this to be her reality. She had gone over them many times, she didn't know what would happen when she got older, what if he got sick of her? What if her feelings changed? It went on endlessly like that but now she had a few new ones to add to the list; I don't want to drink brown goop and I don't want to live out my life in this room... The last one hit her where she lived, she realized she didn't know as much about Nicholas, she didn't even know what he did for a living whereas he had known she worked in a comfy office block as an accounts clerk. She didn't know if he'd leave her here chained up in this room for days while he was working, she suddenly wondered what she'd do if she needed to go to the bathroom?!

Millions of thoughts just like these ran through her minds endlessly, she was just too afraid of the answers she might get from Nicholas if she asked...

Tameka, of course, screwed up her face as she looked at the food he had for her. Food specifically designed to give the human body everything it needed, but with a bland taste and no odour.

"What is it?" She looked back at Nicholas in disgust.

"It is a balance of proteins, vitamins, carbohydrates and other essentials. And until you earn the right to more tasty food, this is what you'll be eating. And you'll have water only to drink. Likewise, as you adjust, and behave, you'll getting better bedding, clothing and other privileges.

"Tameka, you know what to do, you have been doing it for months, and thoroughly enjoying it too. You know what pleases me, I know what pleases you. You now what I expect of you, how I will reward and discipline you."

He reached out and took the cup from Tameka's hands. No sooner than the cup was safely out of reach, he slapped Tameka hard on the cheek, catching her with a backhand as she turned back to look at him.

"Tameka, when you speak to me, you will address me as Master, or Sir." He cupped her chin, holding her face close to his. "Tameka, I know you're thinking of yourself by your old name. I guess you think that this is some form of game, prank, or something along those lines. It's not. I have watched you. I have listened to you. I have read everything you have written in chat. You are unhappy with your life. When we've roleplayed, you have come alive. You would keep going after our time was up, reluctant to go, talking to me, connecting with me.

"I have thought long and hard about this, Tameka, and I have not come to this decision lightly. There have been a few times when I have come close to doing it. But I wasn't sure. With your birthday, it finally made me know how much you needed this."

He let go of her face, and pulled his shirt off. He took one of her hands, and placed it on one of his pectorals. "Remember, rubbing and massaging this area is the best way that you can please me with your hands."

Aly winced as he struck her face hard, she'd bitten her lip to keep from crying out and gasped as he gripped her chin. She watched him remove his shirt, her eyes widened as she took in the sheer size of his build, his clothes had hidden his form well and Aly numbly pushed all thoughts of hitting him from her mind; she wouldn't make a dent, a punch from her would probably feel like a tap to him. Aly was no sissy girl but she wasn't stupid either. Alyria recoiled visibly as he placed her hand on his chest, her hand stayed on his chest though she clearly had no desire to be touching him. She listened to his words, she had been miserable lately and now it seemed telling Nicholas that had been a huge mistake.

"Remember, rubbing and massaging this area is the best way that you can please me with your hands."

"I know Master, I simply have no desire to be this close to you." Alyria spat her words as she removed her hand.

More than anything she now hated the name Tameka, it had been an escape for her previously and she'd loved it but now it was her prison. Aly had considered kicking Nicholas in the groin or something to that effect but she'd quickly realized he probably wouldn't carry the key to the ankle chain on him, she needed to know where it was first and how she would learn that information was still quite beyond her. Also kicking him would probably do nothing for her other than enrage Nicholas, she wouldn't be out of his reach when he recovered but he could certainly get out of her's. She didn't want to be on the receiving end of that kind of anger.

Aly knew she could expect some kind of rage from Nicholas now, she was ready for a slap, she was even starting to get used to the stinging feeling his hand came with and now she had no pressing need for water so she really just hoped he'd threaten to leave; this time she could let him.

"I was afraid of this for good reason, what about when you get sick of me Master? What then? I'll have no job or life outside of this room if that's what you intend for me, I'll have nothing!" Alyria angrily retorted to his claims that this was for her own good by showing him why she was opposed to the idea.

Aly pulled back from him, she tried to imagine what he'd do to her; the flogger? A slap? She had no idea what tools he had in this room so her imagination was fairly limited, she doubted he had all the toys he'd roleplayed with online, that was a pretty extensive list but they'd never roleplayed a single item that didn't actually exist...this worried her more than she liked.

Nicholas confirmed that he intended this to be for good, that she was never leaving; that she was His. Aly fought the tears that threatened to pour out at this hopeless thought, crying won't do you any good bitch! She yelled at herself inside her mind, soon she would be fighting to remember who she was; Nicholas would make sure of that as he persisted in calling her Tameka. You have to remember who you are, none of that Stockholm bullshit! You're tougher than that! Alyria was being harsh with herself, it had helped her get through exams in High School, helped her make deadlines at work and she wasn't about to let it fail her now.

She folded her arms, anger evident on her face "and what of me when you're not here? I'm supposed to stay in this room and piss myself?!"

Her anger overriding her fear once again, she knew Nicholas would have almost killed her character if she'd tried this online, she was tempting fate by doing it to his face; somewhere deep down she knew that but ignored it.

Alyria made it all clear, she had to get this out now because even if Nicholas couldn't see her point of view she wanted to make him think really hard about this. He'd cried hitting her; she remembered, why? Aly wanted answers, now was not the time to be afraid to get them if she was ever going to get them, she regretted not telling Nicholas her reasons before now more than ever. I am Alyria, my name is Alyria; this repeated in her head over and over, she wanted it to stick more than ever. Nicholas probably knew she was doing this, she'd roleplayed it before, she'd told him how she would go Nazi at herself in her own mind when she felt like giving up on an account that was just too complicated. He knows Aly realized when he had referred to her thinking of herself by her old name, can't make me stop doing it though; this thought gave Aly satisfaction and renewed strength; there were some things that were quite beyond Nicholas' control!

Nicholas watched Tameka's reaction to his words, they had the impact he expected. But what followed hit him hardest of all.

"I know Master, I simply have no desire to be this close to you."

Her words were full of venom as she removed her hand from his chest. He watched the movement of the hand, his expression was one of disappointment.

"Tameka, your desires are the same as mine. Remember that."

"I was afraid of this for good reason, what about when you get sick of me Master? What then? I'll have no job or life outside of this room if that's what you intend for me, I'll have nothing!"

Nicholas snorted. "And what if your boyfriend got sick of you? I'm sure that he's relieved a bit to know that you've gone off to 'discover yourself'. Anyway, it will be in your best interests to maintain my interest, Tameka. I know you're smart enough to do that. You have proven it numerous times already." His hand lashed out, taking a fistful of her hair, pulling her closer to him. "How your life manifests itself from here on, Tameka, is totally in your hands. Everything you need, want and desire is available to you. And in that order too. Of course, your wants and desires are dependent on those of your Master, but you know that already, don't you, Tameka?

"You seem to have overlooked a few important facts, Tameka. All of this is for you. I cherish you enough to do this for you. You need this, you made that clear. Your beloved boyfriend can't fulfill your needs, when I can. He knows so little about you, where I know you well. We have talked for hours on end, about all manner of subjects. There is a rapport between us, and you can't deny that in all honesty. Have I not commented on your appearance when you've got a new outfit? Even when the outfit did not work for you? Have I not commented on how wonderful your personality is? Have I not been there for you when your friends have caused you grief, and been the shoulder to cry on?

"I am still all these things for you, Tameka. And more. I have gotten everything ready for this, to make sure that it works well for us both."

He released her hair, smoothing it back in place. "I know you will resist this to the bitter end, Tameka. I hope you will be clever enough not to fight, but I know that you will. But in doing so, Tameka, I will show you that I am worthy to be your Master, it is the right thing, and that I do sincerely care about you. Anyway, we've done this before, and I know what to do. I know that this is for your benefit, and that gives me the strength of will to see it through. Even if I have to hurt you to do it." His fingertips touched the bruised skin where he slapped her, his expression showing signs of sadness.

She pulled back from him, her arms folded and closing herself off from him. The expression returned to the neutral one.

"and what of me when you're not here? I'm supposed to stay in this room and piss myself?!"

"That depends on you, Tameka. The facilities are just over there," he pointed to a screen obscuring a doorway, where a mini bathroom was located. "Of course, right now your chain wont let you reach there. But once you have proven yourself to me, then you'll have that privilege. Until then," he shrugged, "you'll do it wherever you can."

Nicholas stood up, grabbing the cup and his shirt. He walked over to the bench, putting them both down. He reached up, and removed the decoy webcam from it's spot, making her believe that she would be unobserved. He then calmly walked from the room, not looking at her once. He closed the door behind him, it not making a single sound as the lock engaged.

Once he got back to his 'control centre', he turned off the lights in her room, throwing her into complete darkness. Without any outside light sources, it was pitch black and Tameka wouldn't be able to see her hand in front of her face. Plus the sound proofing would ensure that no noises disturbed her solitude.

He set his reminder to go off in 24 hours time, when he would return and offer her some more food, and see if she was still being reluctant.