The Meeting

Natalie Kennedy is my name. Just about your ordinary eighteen year old girl. An ambitious girl, mind you - I've taken great pains to make myself seem as academic as possible. You see, I come from this small rural town in Texas. Life here isn't bad, in fact most of my neighborhood is well off. That said, can you blame me for reaching out for something higher? Isn't that everyone's dream?

Anyway, I've spent hours upon hours studying and working on extra-curricular activities. Including community involvement. So, I quickly found myself doing chores for every family around the block - particularly baby sitting. You can imagine that I was relieved that most of the time, it's pretty easy. But sometimes, things aren’t so simple. Take for instance my most recent job - lifeguard for the community pool. Nothing has happened yet, as I’ve been on the job for only about two days, and chances are that it’s going to stay that way. But every waking moment that I’m on duty, I can’t help but feel very anxious.

As for my social life, I’m pretty popular. Most girls in my high school are really just average looking, as condescending as that might sound. That said, most guys simply pay most of their attention to me. Though, at lot of them were disappointed when I declined any sort of dating invitation. Truth to be told, I was in a relationship already. Only, this was online.

We’ve met through this college forum and have talked to each other constantly, ever since. I don’t exactly remember how it started, but I’m very thankful that it happened. He game me this sort of feeling that I wasn’t alone in my endeavors, as he too hoped to reach an Ivy League school such as I. We’ve shared absolutely everything to each other and as such, I even told him about where I worked and what small town I was in.

You could imagine my surprise, as I was keeping watch from afar, I heard someone whisper from behind me;

"Hey Natalie."

(Bump! )

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Ryan Morris
Age: 32
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build a house in the woods with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He enjoyed his life but he missed having female companionship. So He started talking with different women on the internet. He joined several different forums and started online relationships with many women. But, when he found Natalie, everything change. He broke off all his other relationships and focused on Natalie. He fed her a story about being 18 and wanting to go to an Ivy League school. He smiled when one day she told him where she worked and where she lived. He deiced that he needed to visit her in person.

Ryan smiled when he arrived at the pool and saw Natalie in her bathing suit. He walked up to her and said, "Hey Natalie..."

"Hey Natalie..."

I was shocked at the sheer proximity of the whisper, turning around quickly to see a tall, well dressed man. He stared into my eyes, as if he somehow knew me. I was surprised and just a bit nervous, so much so that I did not even think of letting someone know where I was. Unfortunately, I suppose, the swimming pool was empty - leaving me out here with this stranger. My heart raced a notch, as I weighed my options.

"Um...hi." I spoke, timidly "Who are you? Are you going for a swim? Because the changing room is out there..."

Ryan smiled at Natalie, "I'm not going for a swim... Sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Ryan Morris. We've been corresponding with each other for quite awhile now... So when does your shift end? Maybe we can go somewhere and get to know each other better."

Ryan Morris...Wait...

That was who...No, that couldn't be it. This man, although he did not look old by any means, was still too mature in appearance to be the man I was in a relationship with online. Unless he lied? Oh God, if he lied about that, who knows what else...

"Wait...that can't be." I said in disbelief "I...I think I have to go now."

Ryan let Natalie go... For now... They were in a public place... Luckily, she told him that her parents were going out of town for a second honeymoon, and she would be home alone for the weekend. He watched Natalie walk away and then he took out his iPhone and made a call as he walked to his rental car. "Plan A has failed... Start the preparations for Plan B..."

That Night, Ryan walked up to the front door of Natalie's home and rang the doorbell.

That was an odd encounter, to say the very least. Luckily, I made my way back home in one piece and curiously enough, logged onto my computer to see if I could message my boyfriend...to no luck. I was still hoping then, to see that it wasn't true and that I just met some strange man, who happened to know my real boyfriend's name. Although a few hours passed, no luck. He wasn't online.

At this hour of the day, I found myself alone as my parents were on a trip during the summer. I was typing away on my laptop, wearing a black blouse and tight jeans. Suddenly, to my surprise, I heard the door bell. I can't believe that I haven't thought of it, but maybe...

I answered

"You again?" I asked, in a shocked tone. "W-What do you want?"

I walked in the house and said, "Look, Natalie... All I want is to talk... I'm a nice guy... I'm sorry... If I lied to you... I just want you to hear me out and listen to what I have to say. I have a proposal for you that you might like. But, if you don't like what I have to say, then I will walk away and you'll never hear from me again..."

What I was saying was a total crock of shit. It was true that I had an interesting proposal for her, but if she turned me down again, Plan B would go into full effect...

I could have called the cops right there, I think, but my emotions got the best of me at that very moment. I mean...this was a man I confined everything in. I told him absolutely everything... So I had to give him a shot, right? "I..." I said hesitantly, before finishing my sentence "I guess you can come in."

That said, I walked ahead of him and lead him into the living room.

I smiled a friendly smile as we walked into the living room. We sat down on the couch and looked at Natalie, "Natalie, let get down to business. I like you very much and I think we could have a future together. Natalie, I'm a very rich man, but I'm also a very lonely man. So my proposal to you is short and sweet. I want you to come live with me. We would travel the world, see and do things that you could only dream about. I have a very nice home in the mountains, its so peaceful up there. But, there is one catch... You would have to be willing to become my submissive sex partner... You'd have to do anything I tell you to do... So, that's it... What do you say..." To tell the truth I didn't know how she would respond...

I wondered if the fact that I was actually considering it, made me a bad person. I desperately wanted to get out of this small town, under almost any means necessary...though after several moments of careful examination, this just went too far. That said, I slowly shook my head.

"No...I mean, I really liked you too but..." I carefully said "This would just be too far."

"All right," I said , "Well, Natalie... It's been nice knowing you... I hope you have a wonderful life..." With that I stood up and walked out of her house. I walked out to his car and drove away. I pulled off the road a little ways from Natalie's home and made another call... "Plan B begins at Midnight..."

"Well, Natalie... It's been nice knowing you... I hope you have a wonderful life..."

I nodded and brought him outside my home and greeting him away. I was thankful, mind you, that he wasn't some psychopath convict or something of that sort. However, I still couldn't help but feel a bit sad - this probably was the end of our relationship.

I thought about it over and over that night, over how things might have gone out differently. I slipped off my jeans and blouse as I got myself into bed, wearing a black top with matching colored booty shorts. Slowly, I relieved myself of my anxiety as I drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow was a new day right?

That night, Ryan returned at midnight. This time driving a van. Ryan walked up to the door and smiled when he found the door wasn't even locked. He quietly walked upstairs and found Natalie's room. He smiled as he watched her sleep. He then took a needle out of his pocket and carefully pulled down her covers and smiled at the skimpy little outfit she was wearing. Then, he stuck the needle into her thigh. What was in the needle was a drug that would keep her knocked out during her transport to her new home.

Ryan headed down to the van and got a large crate and a hand truck out of the back. He took the crate upstairs to her room. He carefully put Natalie inside and took her down to the van. Then he got another crate and took it back to her room. He filled the second crate will all of her clothes, shoes, underwear, jewelry, makeup, personal hygiene items, and other personal things of hers. When he was done he left a note on her bed telling her parents that she was running away to be with her internet boyfriend.

Several hours later, Ryan had returned to his mountain home. He took her crate to the master bedroom. It was simply decorated. There was wood paneling on the walls. A couple of wood dressers and nightstands.. He took Natalie out of her crate and placed her in his large king sized bed. Then he put her things in her own walk-in closet and went downstairs to wait for her to wake up.

My...head.

That was some sleep. I felt weird as I woke, as someone would feel if they had been out for more than ten hours. I stumbled around, as I tried to get up from the bed, my feet slowly finding balance. But then as my vision cleared up, I felt as if I was about to fall over again - this wasn't my room...

Panic began to set in as I glanced around, noticing some of my things but the entire room being different. There was a window, to which I examined only to be engulfed by fear - this wasn't my home at all. I was not sure of what to do exactly, other than try to escape. I thought of going out the window but deemed it way too high.

I opened the door and rushed my way downstairs...

Ryan was downstairs making pancakes and bacon. When he heard Natalie running down the stair. "Ah... Natalie... You're awake... Very good... Would you like some breakfast? You should know that all of the doors are locked and the windows are locked and made with unbreakable glass."

My heart was racing at about 200BPM, at least from how I felt. "Where am I?!" I asked, leaving before he even had a chance to answer, as I saw a door and took it as my chance to leave - pulling and turning to no avail. It was locked. "Where did you bring me?!" I asked alarmingly, though Ryan seemed relatively calm and at ease.

Ryan walked over to hear and took her away from the door, "Welcome to your new Home, Natalie... I brought you hear because, I know you... You wanted out of that small hick town... You want to see the world. I brought you hear because you were scared of me, that's why you said, 'No...' "

He took her over to the couch in the living room and sat her down, "Now, I'm a very nice guy, Natalie... If you relax and learn to trust me again, we can have a very nice time together. But... If you want to continue to resist me... We might have to take a trip downstairs and... Adjust your attitude about the situation. Now, how about we have some breakfast..."

"I don't feel like eating." I said, examining the room as I sat down on the couch. I managed to resist the urge of screaming my lungs out, hoping that someone might hear me. But, as I've noticed, we seem to be pretty far away from my old home. "Please, just let me go." I pleaded " I won't let anyone know - I won't tell..."

I just shook my head, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Natalie. Not right now anyway..." I thought for a moment... "Tell you what... You give me a month... If after a month of living with me and doing what I say... If you still want to go home... I'll let you go... What do you say?" I held her hand and smiled.

What, was he crazy?!

...Is the thing of thing I should have been thinking to myself at the moment - but it wasn't. Instead, I was contemplating his offer and perhaps due to his charismatic manner, I actually ended up nodding and he held my hand. "Well...okay. I guess. I mean, you're not going to let me out any other way..."

Ryan smiled when she accepted his offer. "Very good... Now, how about we get you upstairs and dressed before we have breakfast?" Ryan helped Natalie to her feet and guided he back upstairs. He opened the door to the walk in closet that contained her clothes. "I've brought most of your clothes here. I left behind all of your shorts, skorts, and pants. While you are living with me you will only wear skirts or dresses. I also left behind all of your sandals and open toed shoes. I find those types of shoes ugly and I want you to look your best for me. So... Pick out something nice, breakfast will be served in about 10 minutes, OK?" He kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the room.

Upstairs, I've noticed two things - one, the closet was enormous, leading me to believe that Ryan, although he lied to me, was relatively well off. Secondly - he was a bit controlling. Otherwise, why else would he neglect to bring every other piece of clothing that wasn't dresses or skirts?

"Um...okay..." I said as he kissed me on the cheek and went off downstairs. It took me a while, what with the shock and all, but I decided to take out a cocktail dress and high heels. I dressed up and slowly made my way downstairs, anxious as I've ever been.