The Taming of Cassandra

[beachbirdguy]

Mark Spence was a very public person, but also very private. Using his family’s extensive wealth he had funded the startup of what was now one of the most successful dot coms in the world. He was obligated to make a certain number of public appearances, just so people could see the power behind the throne, but for the most part he preferred to stay out of the public eye and enjoy his own idiosyncratic interests.

His mansion, I guess you could call it, was at the end of a long private lane, defended by several layers of security. It appeared to be perfectly normal, for a mansion at least. But unknown to everyone but him it also housed a secret lower level where he carried out his perverse delectations.

Today he was sitting in his second floor office monitoring the myriad computer screens that kept him updated on his empire. The stock ticker on one screen was positive; the other screens with details on each of his concerns were all reporting good news. But there was one other screen in particular that was drawing his attention. It was scanning between a number of private cameras showing scenes at various locations around the city.

What interested Mark about these seemingly unrelated videos was that there was one person who seemed to appear in all of them. He had seen her in person too. He knew nothing about her, except that he wanted her. He had already decided she was the perfect woman for his next conquest. It was just a matter of how to execute it and when. He rubbed his hands together with a wicked grin on his face. “Oh yeah, you’re going to be my next slave, cutie,” he said aloud even though there was no one else in the room.

He clicked an icon on one of the screens. A pock-faced visage popped up. “Yes, boss?”

“Kenneth, I need you to get her name and where she lives. Also, a pattern of her regular routine. Do it today.”

“Yes, boss.” He clicked again and the face disappeared. He smiled to himself. Now it was just a matter of finding the best time and place to intercept her.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra frowned as she tried to hang onto the to-go container with four coffee cups, her purse, and the stack of mail while she reached for the door handle. She managed to grab it and only jiggle the cups of coffee slightly. She looked around the office as she pulled the door open and walked in. Jackie, the secretary, was watching her and Cassandra bit back a scathing response to the woman’s smirk. She knew better than to expect the woman to help her. Cassandra was pretty sure Jackie only worked there in the hopes of snagging one of the rich bosses and becoming a trophy wife.

“Good Morning, Jackie,” she said as she walked by, trying to keep her tone neutral.

She dropped the coffees and mail off at the appropriate desks before finally settling down in her own small cubicle. She glanced at her calendar, admiring the beauty of the beach picture for a few seconds before getting down to work.

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Cassandra sat down on her couch with a sigh of relief and clicked on the TV. She opened the box of cashew chicken she’d picked up on the way home and ate as she watched. It wasn’t long before her concentration went from the show to her problems. She hated her job as an assistant at the accounting firm. She was basically a glorified gofer if she was being honest. Most of her day was spent fetching coffee, food, dry-cleaning, and whatever else her bosses needed but couldn’t deign to get for themselves. The rest of her time was spent doing menial office work.

It wasn’t as if she had anything against office work, it just wasn’t what she’d expected to be doing at 28 years old. It seemed like it was forever ago that she’d been going to school to get her psychology degree though it was only two years ago. Life had happened though, as it had a way of doing, and now she was without a degree and stuck at a dead end job.

She let her pity party continue as she showered before finally putting an end to it. You only have yourself to blame for where you are, she thought as she pulled her long black hair into a ponytail and headed to bed.

 

[beachbirdguy]

research mode

It was after dinner and Mark still hadn’t heard from Kenneth. He had retired to his home theater after eating and was currently enjoying one of his favorite master/slave porn movies. Just as the master had finished tying his new slave to an x-cross, a ding interrupted the dialog (such as it was). The movie paused and Kenneth’s less than handsome face appeared in the bottom corner of the screen.

“Hey, boss. Sorry to interrupt. But you said you wanted that information today.”

“Yes, Kenneth, no problem. What have you found out?”

“Ok, well she seems to follow a pretty regular routine. She works at this accounting firm downtown on the edge of the financial district. She’s got a small apartment in a not so posh neighborhood a few miles away. And, oh, by the way, her name is Cassandra.”

“Cassandra…. Hmmm…” Mark stroked his chin. “I think we can work with that. How’d you find out her name?”

“Well, like I said, she follows a regular routine. She leaves her apartment at 7 am and catches the subway downtown. The subway stop where she gets off is about two blocks from her office. She stops first at the Post-N-Go and picks up the company mail from the postal box they keep there. Then she stops at the Starbucks just around the corner. She orders four coffees to go, for her co-workers I assume. That’s where I got her name. “Cassandra!” the barista called when her order was ready.”

“So what about the rest of her day? Nothing interesting at all?”

“She seems to run a lot of errands during the day. You know, picking up food, dry cleaning, whatever. Just normal stuff. After work she goes straight home on the subway. There’s a chinese restaurant not far from her place where she picks up carryout a lot. That’s really about it.”

“Good work, Kenneth. Just text me her schedule then."

Kenneth’s face disappeared and the movie resumed automatically. But Mark wasn't into it anymore. “Stop movie,” he said aloud and the screen went blank.

Staring at her schedule on his phone, he contemplated when and where he wanted to cross paths with her.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra smiled as she slid the file folder into the drawer and pushed it closed. She checked her watch and was surprised to see it was only a little past 5:30; she’d been sure that the huge stack of files she’d been presented with at 4:30 would take her at least two hours to file. She headed back to her desk and grabbed her purse before heading out the door.

As she headed toward the subway station she passed a few pricey boutiques and one window display caught her eye. There were a few mannequins in posh outfits but what had caught her eye was a pair of red strappy high heels. Her practical side realized immediately that they were completely unnecessary, they were obviously meant to be paired with a nice dress and worn out to a fancy restaurant or club. Cassandra owned two dresses and they were…practical, able to be worn for anything from a wedding to a funeral. Calling them “cute” would be a pretty big stretch. She also didn’t have much of a night life, or even a social life to be honest so even if she did have a dress to pair them with she’d only end up wearing them around her apartment. Still, she couldn’t seem to stop looking at them. After a few moments she gave in. It was Friday, which meant two blissful days off, and she had gotten off earlier than she’d expected so why not treat herself a little. Ten minutes later she stepped out of the boutique with the shoes in a bag and headed home.

Once she got inside her apartment she wasted no time in pulling the shoe box out of the bag and taking it into her bedroom. She pulled the shoes out of the box and ran a finger along one of the patent leather straps. She quickly slipped out of the business suit she had on and slid the shoes on. They added almost 4 inches to her height which took her from short to average height, something she considered a bonus. She studied herself in the mirror for a minute before decided the shoes really did make her legs look exceptional. She had always had a nice figure and the runs she went on each morning before work had helped keep her looking shapely. She let herself parade around in front of the mirror for a few more minutes before taking the shoes off and putting them in the closet. She hesitated for a moment, thinking maybe she should try to find an outfit and wear them out to a club, it wasn’t as if she had any plans for the weekend that would require her to get up early. The thought of going into a crowded club by herself made her cringe though and she pushed the idea away. She took one last look at the shoes and went to get ready for bed.

 

[beachbirdguy]

if the shoe fits....

Mark had decided to hang out near her office and wait for her to leave work. It was a Friday afternoon so he expected she wouldn’t be too late. But it was after 5:30 before he finally saw her come out. On her way to the subway, he watched as she stopped at one of the boutique shops along the way. He was surprised when she went inside, that was not part of her routine. A few minutes later she came out carrying a store bag. What had she bought? How could he find out?

He was always cautious to remain in the shadows, never drawing any attention to himself, so that no one would suspect his ulterior motives. He could just follow her home and maybe peek into her windows and see what she was doing. But his curiosity had already gotten the better of him. He walked across the street and entered the boutique, casually looking around at the offerings. A saleswoman approached him.

“How may I assist you, sir?” she asked.

Mark was practiced in the arts of self-effacement and ingratiation. “Hi, I don’t mean to be intrusive, but that woman who was just here, what did she buy?” He flashed his best rich man smile. “You see, she’s actually my best friend’s girlfriend and he wanted me to find out what would be a good present for her birthday. If she bought something here, maybe he could get her something that would complement it.”

The saleswoman was totally taken in by his deception. “Well, actually, all she got was this pair of red high heels,” she replied, pointing at a similar pair on display. “Perhaps your friend would be interested in a dress that would complement them?”

“Yes, exactly, that’s exactly what he would want. Do you have something that would really set them off?”

“Oh, yes, I have just the perfect dress for those shoes,” she smiled. She led him over to the other side of the store. She pulled a red dress off the rack. It was a sequined number with just two thin straps above a low cut neckline and appeared to stop just below the hips. “I think this would be her size,” the saleswoman smiled.

“Perfect,” Mark agreed. “I’ll take it.” The saleswoman completed the transaction and handed him the garment in a hanging bag. “You’re a good guy looking out for your friend,” she smiled. “I hope she likes it.”

“Oh, I’m sure she will,” Mark gave her his sexiest smile. “Thank you so much for your help.”

He gave the saleswoman the once over as he left. If he hadn’t already set his sights on Cassandra, he thought, she looked like a perfect specimen too. Maybe he’d have to come back to her later.

Kenneth was waiting for him with the car. “Home, my man,” was all he said. He was already calculating exactly how he would play this out.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra spent most of her Saturday just walking around town. She’d grown up in a small town and when she’d moved here to go to college she’d been overwhelmed for the first six months. Of course between her part-time job and school she hadn’t really had a chance to explore the city even if she’d wanted to. Once things had fallen apart though she’d ended up with quite a bit of spare time on her hands and had eventually used it to check out the city while she tried to find a job. She had found that she enjoyed walking around and window shopping or visiting one of the many parks or just checking out parts of the city she hadn’t seen yet.

It was nearly 4:00 when she stopped into the grocery store down the block from her apartment. She got her groceries and was checking out in record time. She smiled at the cashier, a guy who looked to be around her age, and waited as he scanned her groceries. She caught him glancing at her a few times but it wasn’t until his typical small talk turned more personal that she realized he was flirting with her. She blushed slightly at the realization and tried to appear nonchalant rather than flustered.

It seemed like it had been ages since she’d been flirted with and while she was able to keep from giving off a “not interested” vibe she couldn’t seem to think of anything flirty to say back to him. He finally gave her the total and she paid, thinking she had obviously screwed this up. As she put her wallet in her purse and took the receipt she noticed he’d written a phone number on the bottom. He winked at her and she gave him a bright smile before heading out with her bags.

Maybe I’ll get to wear those shoes after all, she thought as she walked into her apartment. She put away the groceries and made herself some dinner, her good mood staying with her. Later on in the evening she called her best friend from back home and drank a couple glasses of wine as they gossiped.

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When she woke up the next morning she groaned as she looked at the clock, it wasn’t even six yet. She rolled over and tried to get back to sleep but after ten minutes she gave up. She figured she might as well take advantage of being up so early and she got ready and headed out for an early morning run.

 

[beachbirdguy]

phase one

Mark spent his Saturday following his regular weekend routine. That is, it was his regular routine when he didn’t have a woman in the basement. It had been over a month now since he had let the last one go. He had kept her for almost two months and had enjoyed her company but eventually he got tired of her. So he gave her a large sum of money in exchange for her future silence and sent her on her way. He needed to get himself another girl, a month was longer than he usually went without one, but he wasn’t going to rush it either. He had his target in his sights and was just waiting for things to play out the way he wanted.

So he headed to the club where he got in a round of eighteen holes before meeting his mother and father for lunch at the clubhouse. They were, of course, very posh and he only saw them once a week, if that often, as they moved in social circles he had no interest in. They had long ago accepted that he preferred his own company.

They chatted about the usual, his father praising him for how well all his enterprises were doing. Since he had provided the original seed money to Mark, he kept up with how things were going for him. They told him about the latest parties and charity balls they had attended and wished he would join them sometime.

“If you’re uncomfortable attending alone, you should find yourself a girlfriend,” his father suggested.

“Yes, Mark, you know I hate to pry, but when are you going to get yourself a girl?” his mother agreed.

“I was thinking maybe tomorrow,” Mark laughed. His parents understood he was making his usual joke. They had no way of knowing he was serious this time.

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Early Sunday morning Mark drove himself into the city in his silver Porsche. Even though it was a rich man’s car it did not draw attention to itself. Which is what Mark preferred. He parked a good half dozen blocks from Cassandra’s apartment building. He was dressed casually in a black turtleneck sweater, jeans and black loafers.

As he reached her block he saw her exit her building and jog off in the other direction. Excellent. All according to plan. He let himself into her building using the code Kenneth had obtained while watching her let herself in the other night. He placed the box he had been carrying in front of her apartment door. It was red with the name of the boutique where she had bought her red shoes and had a red and gold ribbon and bow. The red gift card simply said ‘This goes with your new shoes.’

When he left the building he headed out in the direction she had gone jogging. His timing was impeccable. It was just a couple blocks til he saw her heading back. He took out his phone and pretended to be texting, which allowed him to ‘accidentally’ bump into her.

He looked up from his phone. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. He locked eyes with her for just a moment, then simply continued on his way. He circled back around to his car and headed home. Everything was falling into place.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra started out in a slow jog, letting her muscles warm up. She rarely paid attention to the sights around her as she ran, instead focusing on how the running made her feel. She’d realized pretty quickly that using her running time to think about whatever was going on in her life left her feeling less relaxed and gratified when she was done. Running was her time to zone out and forget about any problems.
She began to pick up speed after a couple blocks and the scenery around her became more unfocused as she became more focused on what she was doing. When she reached the place she usually turned around at her breathing was heavier but still controlled. As she neared her apartment she was back to a slow jog and the thought of the hot coffee awaiting her inside brought a smile to her face. She noticed the man walking towards her looking at his phone a second too late to avoid hitting him completely. She was able to slow down enough so as not to knock them both down to the ground though.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t paying enough attention either, sorry.”

She smiled apologetically at him and started to say more but stopped. He was an attractive guy and normally she would’ve chalked her hesitation up to that but she didn’t think that’s what it was. It was just the way he looked at her, the direct eye contact. She’d noticed that most people she ran into here barely looked at you, even if you did bump into them. Before she even finished the thought the man had already continued on his way and she headed into her building with a shrug.

As she headed up the stairs to her apartment she was sure she could smell the coffee already and she took the last few steps two at a time. The package in front of her door was both bright enough and big enough to miss even if she was focused on coffee and she bent down to pick it up. The logo on the box was from the boutique she’d gotten her new shoes at and she wondered if they’d sent her something. She walked inside and set the box on the counter. There was a card attached and she opened it. The simple statement inside and the lack of a signature left her feeling uneasy. A few moments later she pulled out a stunning red dress. It didn’t have a price tag on it but she knew instantly that it was well out of her budget. For an instant she wanted to take it into the bedroom and try it on with the new shoes but it was pushed out of her mind by less pleasant thoughts. She barely knew anyone here and definitely no one well enough to warrant such an expensive gift and the only person who even knew about the shoes was her friend she’d talked to the night before, who couldn’t have pulled this off that quickly not to mention she would’ve sent a more personal card. The only thing Cassandra could think was that someone had watched her buy the shoes and then followed her home to find out where she lived. The thought sent a chill down her spine and she contemplated calling the police. While it might make her feel safer she knew they probably couldn’t or wouldn’t do anything about it. Some stranger buying her a nice dress and leaving it outside her door didn’t seem like it would rank high on the list compared to the other crimes they probably had on their desks.

She was about to put the dress back in the box and take it out to the trash when she stopped. It seemed like such a waste to throw out something that expensive. The thought of wearing it seemed…creepy but she could at least keep it. She hung it up in the back of her closet noticing that it indeed match her shoes. She tried to push the whole ordeal out of her head as she went about her day but it seemed to keep popping back into her mind. By the time she got ready for bed she still hadn’t been able to shake the uneasy feeling she had about it and she caught herself double checking the locks on the windows and door before going to bed.

 

[beachbirdguy]

biding his time

Mark headed back home and resumed his usual ‘non-hostage’ weekend routine. Which meant stopping at the local health foods grocery and picking up a couple of nice filets to grill later in the afternoon. Sunday was the day he allowed his sister to come visit him. She was one of the very few people he allowed to enter his private space, that is, any who arrived voluntarily.

His sister was three years older than he was and she had remained loyal to her caste. She had never married either but was a star of the high society circuit, seen as a prize no man had yet been able to catch. He loved his sister more than anything in the world, including his business empire and his money. But there was a secret reason for his devotion to her that most people probably would not understand.

Ever since he could remember, Veronica had been the dominant one. Since their parents were always busy doing those things that rich people do, they didn’t have much time for their children. So Mark and Veronica were pretty much left to fend for themselves. When they got older, when he reached his teens, her domination had become more physical and finally sexual. He didn’t understand at first but came to realize it was the only way she was able to express her love for him.

So naturally, that became the only way he could express love in his life too. Of course, he had never told Veronica about his special basement or that he now played the role she had taught him so well. It was something they never discussed. It wouldn’t have surprised him at all if she had her own special chamber where she now played with all the rich young ‘gentlemen’ who pursued her.

When he got home, he headed for the kitchen. Of course he had a private chef who prepared most of his meals, but his was very particular about doing his own grilling on Sundays. It was like a ritual he practiced every week. Pierre had already set out all the ingredients Mark needed for his special marinade. He mixed everything up, put it in his special marinade dish and put it in the refrigerator. He always started the filets when they were cold. That way they would be almost charred on the outside but still nearly rare in the middle, the only way filets should be served.

He stepped outside onto his spacious patio. He confirmed that the charcoal was all laid out along with the special briquettes he was using this week. He was a purist and only cooked with charcoal never with gas. And he would never dream of using a starter fluid or any such thing only natural combustion.

He went upstairs to spend some time in his office until his sister arrived. He checked the remote cameras but apparently Cassandra hadn’t left her apartment again today. He wondered how she had reacted to the dress at her door. She would be curious of course. But would she freak out? Would she connect it to the man she had run into while jogging? Would she try it on? The anticipation of Cassandra in his basement wearing that dress and those shoes titillated him beyond reason. As much as he wanted it, he wasn’t going to rush things. It would take a little more time.

Veronica arrived and they enjoyed their usual dinner. The filets were of course cooked to perfection. They enjoyed several glasses of wine with their meal. Their conversation was, as usual, totally about nothing. Until Veronica asked after dinner, “Mother said you were getting a girlfriend this weekend?”

Mark laughed. “Jeez, they know I just joke about it. Besides, it’s not going to be this weekend now. Maybe next weekend.” He raised his glass and clinked with hers. “Here’s to my new girlfriend!” and they both had a good laugh.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra spent most of Sunday night tossing and turning, the time she did spend sleeping seemed to be filled with dreams of people chasing her or watching her from the shadows. When her alarm went off Monday morning she was out of bed and out running less than 15 minutes later.

When she got back to her apartment she felt refreshed though still tired. She took extra care with her makeup that morning trying to hide the dark circles under her eyes. By the time she got to work she had resolved to stop worrying about the dress and chalk it up to just one of those weird things that happened that never got explained. Worrying about it wouldn’t help anything and would just leave her in a bad mood from stress and sleepless nights.

“What time did you finally finish that filing on Friday?”

The question startled her and Cassandra realized she’d been zoned out at her desk. She looked up with a start and saw Jackie standing at her cubicle.

“Jeez, what’s wrong with you, you seem pretty jumpy,” Jackie said in a derisive tone.

“Uh nothing, I was just making a mental list of what I need to get done today. I finished the filing around 5:30, it went faster than I thought.”

Jackie looked disappointed and Cassandra figured it was because she’d been able to get out of the office on Friday so quickly rather.

“Well I hope you did it right, you know how Mr. Hendricks is about his files, he’ll lose his shit if any of them are in the wrong place.”

“Don’t worry, Jackie, I know how to file, they’re all in the right place.”

Jackie shot her an irritated look and walked off. Cassandra was fairly certain she heard Jackie say “bitch” under her breath as she left. Maybe I shouldn’t have been snotty about it, she thought, she wouldn’t put it past Jackie to go screw up the files just to get her in trouble. There was no point in worrying about it now, an apology wouldn’t make a difference. She got to work and hoped the day would go by quickly.

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As she headed home on the subway she felt a little apprehensive wondering if there might be another unexpected package at her door but she refused to let herself go down that path and pulled out a book to read. When she got to her apartment she walked up the stairs slowly and it wasn’t until she had gone inside and locked that door that she let out a sigh of relief. No packages had been waiting, either outside or inside her apartment. She smiled, hoping that maybe she was right and it would just be some weird thing that wouldn’t happen again. With that thought she went about her night with an improved mood.

 

[beachbirdguy]

first contact

Monday morning rolled around and Mark knew it was time to step up the game. He watched her stop at the mailbox store and pick up her usual coffees at Starbucks. He noticed that she looked a little tired. Maybe she hadn’t slept well?

Apparently she had no errands today, as she didn’t emerge from the office again until quitting time. He directed Kenneth to take him back home instead of following her to her apartment. He had a different idea.

After a delicious beef stroganoff dinner prepared by Pierre, he retired to his inner sanctum, as he called his office filled with an amazing array of computer screens. The camera outside of Cassandra’s apartment building didn’t really give much detail but he could see the lights were on in her apartment. On another screen he watched some footage he had saved of her going to work and coming home. On yet another screen he checked the time. His calculations told him this would be about the right time.

“Text to Cassandra,” he said aloud. Everything in his mansion was cutting edge technology of course, since he practically owned the internet. Her mobile number popped up on one of the screens with the cursor blinking waiting for his input.

“Have you tried on the dress yet?” he said aloud and his words were translated to text and immediately sent to Cassandra’s phone. How did he have her mobile number? Well, as we just said, he practically owned the internet. Is it necessary to mention here that of course his call was totally untraceable?

He knew she wouldn’t answer. He got hard just imagining the tricks her mind must be playing on her now. He rubbed his cock through his pants a little, anticipating the fun he was going to have with her.

He was not alarmed at all that she hadn’t responded. He knew what must be going through her mind. He debated with himself whether to send a follow up or not. He couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Club Venus. Tomorrow night.”

Would she take the bait? He shut down all the screens and headed for his luxurious bedroom. He loved the feel of his silk sheets, the space of the huge king and a half bed he could wallow in. Cassandra would soon be with him in that bed, he was certain. Just as soon as he had tamed her.

 

[Jenn1982]

The ding of her text message alert startled Cassandra and she looked up from her book with a start. She had always loved reading and tended to get caught up in a good book, temporarily forgetting about the world around her. She picked up her phone, figuring it was her best friend, Paige, texting her. She didn’t recognize the number and figured it would turn out to be a wrong number. As she opened it and read the message her good mood evaporated.

“Have you tried on the dress yet?”

She nearly dropped the phone and she sat there stunned staring at the message. A million thoughts began to run through her mind and she felt her pulse speed up. There was no way this could be a wrong number which meant it had been sent from whoever left the dress in front of her door. She looked around frantically, as if the sender might be standing there in her apartment. Was the person watching her right now? Her blinds were open and she contemplated getting up to shut them but she seemed frozen in place. Before she could get herself moving again her phone chirped again. She almost just set it down, not wanting to see the new message. She took a few deep breaths and finally opened the new message.

“Club Venus. Tomorrow night.”

She noticed her hand was shaking as she re-read the message. A thought popped into her head and before she could talk herself out of it she pushed the “call” button. The few seconds it took to dial the number seemed like an eternity and the first ring seemed abnormally loud. By the twelfth ring she realized that either the number wasn’t working right or that whoever was on the other end wasn’t going to answer and she hung up. She shut her phone off, not wanting to receive another text. As she sat on the couch she realized she was close to tears from the anxiety clouding her mind. Surprisingly that thought made her angry and she desperately held onto the anger preferring it to the helpless feeling.

It was an hour later when she finally got into bed and she doubted she would get anymore sleep than she had the night before. She had spent most of the previous hour trying to decide what to do next. The anger she felt had helped her come to the conclusion that she should go through with the meeting and a part of her hoped it was the right choice. She figured it would hopefully put an end to whatever was going on, allowing her to find out who was behind this and make it clear she wanted them to stop. Meeting them in a crowded club should make it fairly hard for them to try anything when she rejected them. She double checked her alarm and rolled over hoping her sleep wouldn’t be filled with nightmares.

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Cassandra looked at herself in the mirror one last time and was still surprised at how different she looked. The red dress seemed to fit her perfectly, hugging her body in all the right places. The combination of the obscenely short hemline and the high heels made her legs look like they went on forever in spite of how short she was. It was nearly 8:00 and she had gone through her day at work on auto-pilot, her thoughts on the evening ahead. She had left her hair down and though she hadn’t done anything special with it the natural curls made it look like she had spent quite a bit of time getting it just right. She had on more makeup than she normally wore but it looked good she decided. Her brown eyes looked pretty rather than plain and boring and her eyelashes seemed impossibly long. She had put on red lipstick, a color she would normally never wear because it was so bold but with her outfit it looked perfect. She took a deep breath and headed out the door.

The club was packed and seconds after she walked in the door she was overwhelmed by the noise and crush of people. She made her way to the bar and sat down, catching the bartender’s eye.

“What can I get you?”

“Umm, a rum and coke please.”

She rarely drank these days but she figured she could use a little liquid courage at the moment. She paid for the drink and turned on the barstool to watch the crowd as she sipped the drink.

 

[beachbirdguy]

Of course, Mark never got a text back or a call from Cassandra, since the number she had seen on her phone didn’t exist. It was empowering to have such overwhelming technical knowledge. He could only wonder how she had reacted and if she would show up at the club or not. He was pretty confident that she would. Curiosity is a powerful thing.

He went about his business as normal, not thinking any further about his plan. There was no need to, everything was set, the wheels were in motion. Kenneth did buzz him early in the morning and late in the afternoon confirming she had left her apartment to go to work and returned home at her normal time. So far, so good.

It was after 8:00 when Kenneth finally buzzed him again. “She’s leaving now,” he reported. “And she’s wearing the dress.” He wanted to add that she looked totally hot, but that was none of his business. He was paid for his discretion. He knew better than to meddle in the chief’s affairs. He headed home, his work done for the day.

Mark was already dressed for the club. In fact, he was wearing exactly the same outfit he had worn the other day when he had bumped into her while she was jogging. Of course, it was a fresh shirt and jeans. He had many identical shirts and jeans like that. It made choices when dressing much easier. Even though he was going to a club, he never had anyone question how he was dressed. Everyone at the clubs knew him and would never have the audacity to suggest he wasn’t dressed properly. Not to mention that he was actually the owner of Venus – hidden behind a dummy corporation to keep his identity hidden of course.

He waited to leave for the club until nearly 9:00. He parked his Porsche in an inconspicuous place behind the club and entered through the staff entrance in the back. “Hey, boss,” the bouncer at the back door greeted him.

The club was so crowded it was easy to make his way around toward the front so it wouldn’t be obvious he hadn’t come in that way. It was easy to spot Cassandra sitting at the bar in her red dress and shoes. She looked simply stunning. The dress was so short that when she was sitting at the bar with her legs crossed that the hem rode up nearly to her ass. Her legs seemed to go on forever. She had fixed up her hair and makeup. She looked totally different than she did when she was wearing her work attire. She really was quite beautiful.

Mark moved to one corner of the crowded room and pulled out his phone. First, he texted the club manager.

Tell bartender lady in red drinks for free tonight. And she needs another rum and coke now

Then he texted Cassandra using his fake phone number.

You look fantastic! Red becomes you

He kept his phone in his hand and started making his way through the crowd. He emerged at one end of the bar, then started acting like he was texting as he walked along in front of it. He passed Cassandra just as the bartender was setting down her free drink. He ‘accidentally’ ran into her legs causing him to stumble slightly and her chair to turn towards him.

She looked at him and he locked eyes with her again. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. Then, just like that, he was gone, disappearing into the crowd.

He sent her one more text before he slipped out the back door undetected.

See you again soon Cassandra

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra had barely finished her drink when she started to feel its effects. While she wanted to be somewhat relaxed she didn’t want to lose her wits. When the bartender came to check on her she declined another rum and coke and asked for a soda instead. She continuously checked the time on her phone and time seemed to be moving at an extra slow pace. Twenty minutes after she got there a tall, good looking guy approached her and sat down on the stool next to her. Her heart started beating faster and it took all her willpower not to turn and stare at him.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Cassandra turned and looked at him, a strained smile on her face. She thought about confronting him but she couldn’t quite get the words out.

“I’m okay, thanks though.”

“Are you sure? I’m Dillon by the way.”

“I’m sure. My name is Cassandra.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Cassandra. You’re gorgeous. Did you want to dance?”

It wasn’t long after that that Cassandra realized this was definitely not the guy who had been sending her texts but just a guy who was hoping to find a woman to take home for the night. She eventually got the message across that she wasn’t interested. The night continued on in the same way, with different guys coming up and her thinking it was the guy only to realize after a few minutes that it wasn’t.

When she looked at her phone again it was after 9:00 and she had the pleasant thought that maybe the guy wasn’t going to show up and that would be the end of it. She was surprised to realize that a small part of her was disappointed. She figured it wasn’t that she had been looking forward to meeting some nut case but more that she had just wanted to find out who was behind it. It was just about then that she felt her phone vibrate. She looked at the screen and saw the text message alert.

You look fantastic! Red becomes you

Her head snapped up and she frantically looked around, trying to spot whoever was texting her. It was pointless though, there were too many people and not enough light. The uneasy feeling in her stomach had graduated to full blown fear and she decided this had not been a good idea. No matter how much she might want to know who was doing this she did not actually want to meet them or do something that might lead them on. Like, oh, say wearing the dress they bought you to a dance club to meet them, she thought.

“On the house, Miss,” the bartender said as he set a drink down in front of her.

Before she could say anything she felt someone hit her legs and seconds later she was face to face with the guy who had just ran into her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Before she could think, let alone speak the man was lost in the crowd. She searched the crowd for him as some thought tried to make its way to the front of her mind. All of a sudden it hit her and she was sure if she could see her face the look of surprise on it would be almost comical. It was the same guy who’d run into her on the street outside her apartment right before she found the dress. She could picture him and it was definitely the same guy, right down to the clothes. She was so lost in thought she almost didn’t notice her phone vibrate. She opened the text and a new wave of fear washed over her.

See you again soon Cassandra

Cassandra didn’t know whether she should get up and leave or not, worrying that maybe the guy was waiting outside for her. For a moment she considered finding some eager guy to walk her to the subway but quickly dismissed the idea. She finally got up and headed out of the club. She waited right outside the front of it and hailed the first cab she saw. The feeling of fear stayed with her even as she walked into her apartment and locked the door behind her. She hurried into the bedroom wanting to get the dress off as soon as possible. Only when she had showered, washed off all the makeup, and slipped into her pajamas did the first tears start. She wiped them away but more came and she finally gave up and crawled into bed hoping sleep would come quickly.

 

[beachbirdguy]

Mark was pleased with how his plan was going. She had actually showed up at the club wearing the dress. That was a good start. But more important was her state of mind. He had done just enough to set her on edge but not push her over it. She showed all the signs of being a person who could be easily dominated, yet she obviously had a little feistiness as well. The perfect target.

That evening he went down to his basement to confirm that everything was ready. The lighting was perfect, very dim but not totally dark. The sound system was in order, the barely perceptible sounds from all around the perimeter were both soothing and unnerving at the same time. He checked all the benches and chairs, the x-cross and the shackles, the rows of whips, paddles, riding crops and cats o’ nine tails hanging neatly on the wall. Satisfied, he went back upstairs and retired for the night.

It wasn’t too long into the next morning before Kenneth buzzed him in his office. “She didn’t go to work today, chief,” he reported.

“Thanks, Kenneth.” Mark pondered this latest development. Had he unnerved her too much? He didn’t think so. He was pretty sure her curiosity would still hold the upper hand. But what would she be doing all day at home alone? He decided to give her something to think about. He activated one of his myriad screens and texted from his untraceable number.

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience

That should mess with her mind a little bit. He figured that would keep her occupied for the rest of the day.

The next morning he decided to visit the Starbucks near her office. He was wearing his normal outfit again. He made sure to arrive there before she did. He ordered a venti chai latte. He didn’t like coffee. He preferred something sweeter in the morning. Besides tea is much better for you than coffee. Kenneth buzzed his phone when she was about to enter the store. He got up with his cup in one hand and his phone in the other.

Just as Cassandra opened the glass door, he stumbled out as if he had started to push it at the same time and once again ‘accidentally’ ran straight into her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he repeated his standard apology. He looked up at her and locked eyes with her again, only this time he held her gaze just a little bit longer. Then he smiled, which he hadn’t done the previous times. He realized she was about to say something, so he quickly disappeared into the morning rush hour crowd on the sidewalk.

He finished his tea on a bench in the park across from her office. It was a very inconspicuous location but he could still see the door to her building. And he knew she wouldn’t have time to look around for him before she had to be at work. He could see that she looked frazzled when she finally entered the building with the coffees and the mail. He decided she was just about ready.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra woke up the next morning and immediately grimaced as her head pounded. She had spent the whole night tossing and turning only being able to sleep for short periods before waking up again. There was no way she could go to work like this, not only did her head feel like it was about to explode the lack of sleep would keep her from being able to get any work done. Not to mention that the thoughts going round and round in her head would keep her from being able to concentrate on anything else. She left a voicemail for her boss saying she was under the weather and telling him to call her if he needed to talk to her.

She got up after a few minutes and went into the kitchen. She kept a few different over the counter medications in her cupboard and she was pretty sure she had some sleeping pills somewhere in there. She found the bottle and read the directions. The bottle was nearly full, she hated taking them because she seemed to wake up feeling tired and groggy. Still, she had to get some sleep and she didn’t think she’d be able to sleep without some kind of help. She took a couple pills and headed back to bed. It didn’t take long for her to fall back asleep. She woke up a few hours later and was happy to notice her headache was at least gone. On the bad side she felt like she was in a daze. She got up and started a pot of coffee. As she waited for it to finish she checked her phone to see if work had called. The text message alert stared back at her. She stared at it for a few moments before opening the message.

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience

She read the message a couple times trying to figure out what it meant. It reminded her of a riddle or maybe a fortune cookie message. She wasn’t sure what it meant and the longer she thought about it the more confused she got. A spark of anger surged through her as she thought about the situation. She hated that it was some kind of one-way communication. She wasn’t sure what she would even say back to any of the messages but irked her that she didn’t have a chance to respond with something. She threw the phone down on the couch and made herself get up and take a shower. She spent most of the day doing things around the apartment she’d been putting off. By the time she was ready for bed the laundry had been all done and put away and her apartment was very, very clean. She thought about taking another sleeping pill but decided against it. She didn’t want to wake up feeling like she had earlier and a part of her didn’t want to let this creep disrupt her life any more than he already had.

Cassandra almost got a full night sleep and woke up feeling better than she had in a few days. She made some toast and got ready for work, hoping she didn’t get back to a desk full of work. She headed out and kept catching herself looking around on the street or the subway trying to see if she saw the man from the club. She thought maybe she should go to the police, she could at least describe the guy and maybe get some kind of help from them. She headed into the Starbucks and made a startled sound as she ran into someone. Before she even looked up she felt her stomach drop as she heard a familiar voice.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,”

As her eyes saw who she had run into her fears were confirmed. He looked right at her for what seemed like forever and she seemed frozen under his gaze. His lips curved into a smile and for a moment she thought, he’s even more good looking when he smiles. This thought seemed to snap her out of her daze and she opened her mouth to ask him what exactly he was doing. As the words came out she realized she was talking to an empty space. He had already moved past her and out onto the crowded sidewalk. She looked out but couldn’t spot him.

“Are you going in or out?”

She looked back and saw a woman waiting to leave the coffee shop waiting for her to move out of the doorway. She mumbled an apology and went inside, trying to calm her nerves. Thank god the barista knew her and had already got her order ready. Cassandra paid with a smile and made sure to leave a tip. As she headed to get the mail for the office she didn’t try to stop herself from looking around. She realized it was fairly useless, there were just too many people. She finally got to the office and headed inside, feeling a little relief at being there. She heard Jackie say something to her when she walked in but she ignored it and hurried to get the coffee and mail where it needed to be. Her desk had a decent sized pile of things she needed to do and she dove into the work, hoping that it would help keep her mind busy.

 

[beachbirdguy]

That afternoon Mark had only one errand to run. He drove his Porsche back into town and parked on the street within a few blocks of all the ritzy stores. Armani, Saint Laurent, Jimmy Choo, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, Alexandre de Paris, Michael Kors. They were all there. About an hour later he returned to his car with several neatly wrapped packages under his arm.

He ended up getting everything at Michael Kors, one of his favorite stores. First he picked out a pair of white skinny pants and a black halter top to go with it. Then he selected a pair of black shoes. He completed the outfit with an array of jewelry – a crystal/silver necklace, matching earrings, and a silver/black cuff for her wrist. To top it off, he selected a small black clutch bag with a wrist strap for her phone.

Everything was packed into three gift boxes: a larger one with the pants and top, a shoebox with the shoes and a smaller box containing the clutch and all the jewelry. He drove back home, quite pleased with his purchases. He gave the boxes to Kenneth and gave him his instructions. He didn’t want to risk going back to Cassandra’s neighborhood on the slight chance he might be recognized the second time. Kenneth knew how to be invisible. That was his job.

When he got back, Kenneth buzzed him in his office. “All done, boss. Packages are at her door. She’ll find them there when she gets home from work.”

“Well done, Kenneth,” Mark replied, smiling to himself. It was so good to have trusted help. “Take the rest of the day off. Go have some fun.”

“Thank you, boss.”

It was still early. He had picked a later time this time because the club wouldn’t really get totally packed until after ten pm. A tight crowd was essential for him to pull off his plan without being noticed.

He went to his bedroom and had a quick drink before lying back to relax. He mentally reviewed the items he had bought for Cassandra. He pictured in his mind how she would look tonight. He also wondered what her reaction would be to finding the boxes at her door. He had attached just one small gift card on top of the boxes. It simply said:

Club Venus. Tonight. 10:00. Wear this. Obedience is pleasure.

He felt certain she would take the bait. From his experience, curiosity always wins out over uncertainty. Everything was in place. All he had to do now was wait. He closed his eyes and dozed off for a short while.

 

[Jenn1982]

All the work that had piled up the day before did help keep Cassandra’s mind busy but she still found herself thinking about the man and more than once she caught herself looking over her shoulder, as if she would find him standing behind her. Jackie came over once, likely to give her a hard time about calling in sick, but after the look Cassandra shot her she left. A brief smile played on her lips as she thought, at least one good thing came out of this. She put off doing the work that required her to leave the office enjoying the false sense of security being there provided. She eventually gave in and headed out, the whole time feeling like a ball of nerves. By the time 5:00 rolled around she had caught up on all her work and was secretly hoping for some last minute thing that she would have to stay late to do. Unfortunately her luck wasn’t that good and she headed home.

She checked her phone more than normal on the way to her apartment and was relieved each time when she was rewarded with no new messages. She was just starting to feel a little better when she rounded the corner of the hallway and saw the boxes in front of her door. She considered ignoring them or just taking them out to the dumpster but in the end she brought them inside. She opened the card first and read the message.

Club Venus. Tonight. 10:00. Wear this. Obedience is pleasure.

The idea of throwing the boxes out came again but she pushed it aside as she opened the boxes. She laid the items out on her bed and by the end she stared down at a complete outfit. Even if the boxes hadn’t had the store’s logo on them she would’ve been able to tell instantly that they were very high quality, designer things. Despite the circumstances the shoes gave her a slight thrill. She sat down and started out the items on the bed for a while as she tried to figure out what to do. The prudent part of her mind was sounding alarm bells at the thought of going through with the instructions on the note. Perhaps if her mind hadn’t been clouded with fear and stress the prudent side would have won out. Instead at 9:00 she was standing in front of the mirror wearing the outfit. She was shocked at how just a few items could make her look so different. She’d pinned her hair up and that combined with the halter top highlighted her neck and shoulders. She tucked her phone, ID, and credit card into the clutch and took a deep breath.

She got to the club fifteen minutes early and felt like she had to fight her way to the bar. It seemed like it was twice as full as it had been the other night and she didn’t even try to look around for the man. She waved the bartender off even though her nerves were off the chart. She focused on trying to sit still and waited.

 

[Jenn1982]

((Oops, accidentally posted twice))

 

[beachbirdguy]

Mark was already at the club before Cassandra arrived. He wanted to watch her arrive this time. Instead of his usual outfit, he was wearing a white silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest and a pair of black dress slacks. The only thing that was the same was his black shoes. He did it partly to reduce the chances that Cassandra would recognize him if she happened to see him, and partly to be the white and black yin to her black and white yang.

Mark was a bit surprised when she showed up fifteen minutes early. She was nothing but absolutely stunning. Everything he had bought fit her like it had been tailored for her. The shoes made her legs exceptionally taut inside the white slacks, which clung so tight to her ass you could have bounced a penny off of it. She had put her hair up this time, which highlighted her bare shoulders. Her silver and crystal jewelry against the black background of her top made her shine in the flashing lights of the club.

He was quite pleased with the result. That outfit had set him back over two grand. Not that it mattered since it likely wouldn’t survive her first night anyway. He just wanted her to understand how well he was going to treat her, even if, or maybe because, she was totally submissive to him. Mark watched her carefully, looking for signs that revealed her state of mind. Her body language said that she knew how good she looked and gave her a fresh confidence. But even as she smiled a slight smile her eyes looked around nervously, undoubtedly hoping to glimpse her mysterious stalker.

She took a seat at the bar and Mark watched as the bartender slid a rum and coke in front of her as soon as she sat down. Of course, he had been instructed that she was to drink for free again tonight. She waved him off. Uh oh. If she didn’t drink that would complicate his plans.

But her stunning entrance had garnished enough attention that an endless parade of sharp looking young men made their way to the bar to hit on her. A couple had a little more success than the rest, but she dismissed each one after determining he was not the one she was waiting for. However, the attentions she was receiving caused her to pick up the proffered drink and start sipping. Of course, what she didn’t suspect, couldn’t suspect, had no reason to suspect, is that her drink was laced with just enough ‘Special K’ (ketamine) that she would be totally incapacitated after the second or third drink.

She was about halfway through her third drink, when Mark could tell the drug was kicking in. He quietly worked his way through the crowd until he reached the bar. He could see she was starting to waver. He didn’t bump into her this time but came up and stood right in front of her. He locked eyes with her even though she didn’t seem to be able to focus very well.

“Hello, slave Cassandra,” Mark said quietly, although he wasn’t sure whether she could understand him at this point or not. “You’ve had a little too much to drink. I’m going to take you home.”

He put an arm around her waist and started escorting her toward the back.

“I think she’s had a little too much to drink, Teddy,” he explained to the bartender. I’ll see that she gets home safe.”

He slipped out the back door with her on his arm. Nobody seemed to notice or see anything unusual. Just another tipsy girl needing help. He maneuvered her into the passenger seat of his Porsche then headed for his mansion. She was drugged enough that she should remain passed out until they got there.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra wasn’t waiting long before a man approached her. She smiled at him and instantly saw that he wasn’t the same guy who had run into her. Still, she wasn’t sure that the man stalking her wouldn’t have sent someone else to catch her off guard. It only took a couple minutes of talking to him to realize he was just a guy hitting on her though. She nicely let him know that she wasn’t interested and he moved on to another woman. This little routine continued as one guy after another came up to her. It wasn’t long before she started trying to get the bartender’s attention, wanting to get something non-alcoholic to drink. No matter how hard she tried though his glance seemed to keep skipping over her. She finally gave up and just took the rum and coke he had set in front of her when she’d arrived, despite her protests.

Maybe I should have been coming to clubs a long time ago, she thought to herself as yet another rejected guy went on his way. She figured a big reason behind all the male attention was the clothes. She was sure if she had worn one of her own outfits in she would have received quite a bit less attention. Still, regardless of the reasons the attention was nice in a way and gave her a welcomed boost to her self-esteem. Her smile was a little brighter as another guy introduced himself to her.

She wished Jackie were here to see all the attention she was getting, imagining she would be green with envy. The thought made her giggle and a few seconds later she realized she had totally zoned out in the middle of a conversation. The guy was now staring at her with a confused look, clearly wondering what he had said that was so amusing. This brought on another giggle and before she could apologize the guy walked off, still looking confused. Cassandra was a little confused herself, she was not usually a giggler and her current circumstances should have left her feeling less than amused. She tried to remember how much she had drunk but she couldn’t quite seem to figure it out.

“Hello, slave Cassandra. You’ve had a little too much to drink. I’m going to take you home.”

Cassandra looked up and it took her a few moments to focus on the man’s face well enough to recognize him. She tried to protest but she couldn’t seem to form the words even as his arm encircled her waist. As he pulled her off the stool her legs seemed to be unwilling to work and if he hadn’t been holding her she would’ve fallen flat on her face. She vaguely heard him say something else but the words seemed garbled.

The next thing she knew they were outside and the cool air seemed to bring back some of her senses. She tried to struggle out of his grasp but realized that while the air may have helped her mind start to come out of its stupor it hadn’t affected her body. She still seemed unable to do much more than make weak movements. The man soon had her placed in the passenger seat of a car and it wasn’t long before she was watching the streetlights rush by the window. As each second passed her eyelids grew heavier and soon darkness enveloped her.

 

[beachbirdguy]

The drive home seemed longer than usual. Mark kept glancing over at his unconscious passenger to ensure she was not waking up. He reached over and put his hand on her thigh, stroking up and down her tight white pants. She moaned softly in her unconsciousness and he felt the adrenaline starting to pump through his body, the rush he felt each time he brought home a new slave.

Fortunately he made it to his mansion without incident. The drug worked just like it was supposed to. The effects were supposed to last up to two hours. It took less than an hour to get home. By the time Cassandra woke up she would be experiencing confusion and hallucinations and might think at first that’s all it is. He smiled to himself picturing what it will be like when she realizes it’s real.

The bottom level of his mansion consisted mostly of a massive garage with room for about six cars plus shop space, etc. You drove around to the back of the house to drive in. As far as anybody knew, the garage took up the whole lower level. Nobody realized there was a whole other section that consisted of his ‘play area.’ It was actually more than one room. There was the main playroom itself with all his ‘toys’ – benches, chairs, crosses, whips and other items. But there was also a large bedroom with a king size bed, a walk-in closet and a fully-equipped bath with a jetted tub and a large tile shower.

Mark managed to extract Cassandra from the passenger seat and half-carried, half-dragged her over to the door to his dungeon. The press of a button opened the door and granted them admittance. The lights came on just bright enough so he could see what he needed to see. He carried the drugged girl over to a large x-shaped cross in about the middle of the room. There were two leather straps on each extension and he proceeded to fasten her arms to the upper ones and her legs to the lower ones. He left her dressed in the clothes he had bought her.

He stepped back and looked at her strapped there, and was satisfied with how she looked. The expensive outfit looked quite sexy now with her arms and legs spread apart. He stepped back up and put his hands on either side of her face and actually kissed her. Then he proceeded to take a few liberties while she was still unconscious and fondled her breasts a little then squeezed her pussy with one hand. Yes, she was a fine specimen.

Before he left the room, he adjusted the lighting so that it emitted a low blue light that made the room only slightly less than totally dark. Then he turned on the background music very low, barely perceptible but loud enough to penetrate the sub-conscious. The final step was the sensors that emitted a low dose of pheromones at one-hour intervals. Satisfied everything was in place, he went out through another door that led directly upstairs to his bedroom.

 

[Jenn1982]

Cassandra felt as if her mind was surrounded by a haze. She wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep or somewhere in between. She could feel a thought at the back of her mind desperately trying to get through to her but she couldn’t quite seem to grasp it, nor did she seem all the concerned about it. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed in this state but eventually her mind began to clear a little and her indifference seemed to melt away. She realized she had a dull headache, the kind that felt like your head was slowly being squeezed by a vice. She tried to figure out exactly what was going on but she couldn’t quite seem to get her thoughts together. She could hear soft sounds around her and it took her a minute of really concentrating on them to realize it was music. She could tell she was standing, well not exactly standing, more like strapped to something hard in an upright position. It was this realization that made her heart start pounding. She remembered the man who had been following her and going to the club but everything after that was still a blank.

She tried to open her eyes but she couldn’t quite seem to get them to cooperate. When she tried struggling against the bonds it felt like her whole body was stuck in quick sand, her movements slow and weak. After a few minutes she gave up and focused on getting her eyes open. After what seemed like an eternity they obeyed and she was rewarded with nearly complete darkness. There seemed to be some kind of light, though she wasn’t sure of the source, because she could make out shapes though none of them looked familiar. She looked down at herself and saw she was still dressed in the clothes she’d worn to the club. She could see that her legs and wrists were strapped and from what she could see and feel of it, it seemed to be a big X. Before she could think too long on it she saw something move in one of the corners of the room. When she tried to look for it she couldn’t see anything. She wasn’t sure if there had actually been anything or if she was just seeing things.

“Hello?”

Her voice was tentative but seemed loud to her ears. She waited to see if anyone answered and then tried again. After a few minutes of this she realized no one was in there with her, or if they were they weren’t going to respond. A few tears had begun to trickle down her cheeks and she tried to take a few deep breaths to try to make them stop. She still wasn’t sure what was going on but she had a sinking feeling that it was nothing good.

 

[beachbirdguy]

A soft beeping sound alerted Mark to the fact that Cassandra was starting to return to consciousness.

“Show me,” he said as he sat up in his huge bed. The large screen on the opposite wall flickered on and he could see the figure of Cassandra on the cross in the dim light. He saw her looking around, her eyes darting frantically, then she mouthed a soft nervous “hello?” He watched her for a few minutes and she called out “hello?” again. It looked like she might be crying a little. He would have to train her not to do that. Crying is never acceptable.

He figured it would still be a few hours until the drug had worn off completely. With any luck she would sleep some more. He turned off the monitor and lay back down.

A few hours later he got up and took a shower. He didn’t even bother to check the monitor until he was done getting ready and getting dressed. He was back to wearing his usual outfit, although this time he had on black jeans making his outfit totally black. He smiled at himself as he looked in the mirror. He didn’t appear to be frightening, just very serious.

After a quick breakfast that Pierre had waiting on the table when he went down, he figured it was time to head down to the playroom. He went from the kitchen down to the garage so it wouldn’t seem unusual. He put his finger on the pad by the door and it opened silently and obediently. He moved almost stealthily across the thinly carpeted floor toward the center of the room. He approached the x-cross and examined Cassandra’s body. Of course there were no signs of physical abuse – yet. He just stood there admiring her for a short while then stepped closer and stroked the silky material of her halter top and her slick tight jeans. She moaned lightly then began to move a little.

Mark quickly stepped back but only to about two feet in front of her. He watched as her eyes began to flutter and finally open. Her eyes darted around the room the same as when she had woken earlier. It was not quite as dark because Mark had adjusted the lights when he came down, but still fairly dim. After a moment her eyes focused on Mark. The look on her face was a combination of fear and bewilderment.

When he was sure her sight was fixed on him, he gave her a slight, wry smile.

“Hello, slave Cassandra,” he intoned in a soft, almost hypnotizing voice. “Welcome home, slave.”

 

[Jenn1982]

The tears seemed to come and go as Cassandra waited there in the near darkness. She would finally think she had them under control and then a moment later a new batch would start. She wasn’t sure how long she spent going through this new routine over and over, at times it seemed like it was minutes while other times it seemed like it was hours at least.

Eventually sleep overcame her and she spent the next unknown amount of time drifting in and out of sleep. There were times she wasn’t sure if she was asleep or awake. She was sure she had dreams but whatever they were seemed to slip away as soon as she woke up and she was left only with an uneasy, scared feeling. It seemed as time went on her mind became more clear and she was able to focus more clearly.

At one point she again tried struggling against her bonds. She was in more control of her body and she didn’t seem to be as weak as she had been when she had first woken up. Still no matter how much she struggled the bonds didn’t seem to get any loser. She tried wriggling her hands around, seeing if she could turn them just the right way to allow her to slip them free but all she accomplished were chaffed wrists. She tried talking again, and when that got her nothing she tried yelling and screaming. Eventually she wore herself out and drifted off into sleep again.

When she woke up again she looked around, sure that something had woken her up. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the low light in the room and when her eyes landed on a person she let out a small gasp of surprise. Even though she had thought something had pulled her from her sleep she hadn’t really believed anything, or anyone, was going to be there. As she looked at the figure she realized it was the man who had been following her. There was a small smile on his face and as she looked at him she felt something ignite low in her body. She refused to acknowledge the feeling, hoping that ignoring it would make it go away. The man chose this moment to speak, saving her from having to think any more about it for the moment.

“Hello, slave Cassandra. Welcome home, slave.”

She found herself momentarily at a loss for words. There were too many thoughts going through her mind, the foremost being why he had her here. She finally seemed to find her voice and tried her best to keep it calm and even.

“Why are you doing this, why am I here?”