Simplicity

SIMPLICITY

by V. W. Singer

Chapter One

Cathy couldn't resist switching on her e-book reader to peek at the cover and blurb of her latest BDSM novel. It had been a busy week with the grocery chain's internal auditors doing one of their regular inspections. But they were finally gone, and she was looking forward to a nice dinner, a glass of wine, and a steamy session with "Whips and Magnolias" accompanied by her favourite vibrator.

She waved at her boss and stepped out into the parking lot and looked around. The weather was still warm but not uncomfortably so, especially with the sun sinking below the horizon. Taking a deep breath of fresh, non air-conditioned air she rolled her shoulders to work out the stiffness of working on her computer all day as she walked towards her car. She had just pressed the button on her key fob when a crunch of gravel made her turn around. Crime wasn't rampant in Burkesville, but robberies and muggings still happened. When she saw the knife in the hand of the approaching man, she grabbed for the door handle of her car.

"Did you think we wouldn't find you?" the man shouted as he charged.

Cathy managed to get into the seat just before the man reached her. She felt a punch on the shoulder, but before he could pull her out of the car, the engine started and she accelerated away, the door still open. She sighed with relief when she looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the man sprawled on the gravel of the parking lot. However, when she tried to close the door the movement set her shoulder afire and she cried out in pain. After stopping to reach across and slam the door shut with her right hand, she drove on, ignoring the pain while her mind gnawed on the question of how Bart's friends had found her. Trying to reason with them or Bart would be pointless since she had spent all the money she had borrowed from him, and when Bart had come looking for payment, she had made things worse by kneeing him in the balls as well as cutting his ear off with a kitchen knife. That had been eight years ago and there was no way she could ever repay him on her current salary. It was obvious that Bart had not chosen to forgive or forget. She would have taken her legal lumps and never involved Bart if she had to do it all over again, but at the time she had been younger and wilder, and now it was too late. And now they had found her again and Bart had obviously not forgiven or forgotten. She drove on grimly through the night, uncertain of where to go. If they knew where she worked, they would know where she lived as well. And the hospital would be another obvious destination. All she could think of was to keep moving, perhaps get to another town before looking for help. The back of her dress felt wet and sticky, and every movement of her arm made her groan. Each set of headlights that appeared behind her made her heart hammer and the pain in her shoulder grow worse until they passed her slower moving vehicle. She only realized that her mind was growing fuzzy when she swept around a curve in the road and saw a pair of approaching headlights right in front of her. She realized she had drifted into the wrong lane, but her weakness and the stiffness of her arm betrayed her. Her desperate attempt to correct her heading sent the car skidding off of the road to slam into a small tree surrounded by thick bushes, which probably saved her life. Her foot slipped off of the accelerator and the car lurched to a halt too slowly to activate the air-bag. She wasn't wearing her safety belt and her face slammed into the padded centre of the steering wheel. She fell over sideways, dazed and barely aware of what had happened.

***

The car coming around the corner on his side of the road was a shock, and Jason Woods slammed on his breaks even as he watched the oncoming car swerve off of the road. He brought his Range Rover to a halt in front of the other car which seemed to have crashed into the trees. Out of habit more than any actual concern, he opened his glove compartment and extracted his .22LR SIG Saur automatic pistol with its clip-on holster and attached it to his waistband. He saw movement as he approached the crashed car. "Hello? Are you hurt? I'm trying to help you. I'm going to open the door." He heard a groan, but the figure didn't sit up, so he pulled the car door open. His eyes narrowed when he saw the blood on the woman's back. Much of it was starting to dry, so it couldn't have been from the crash. With his hand on his pistol he peeked in the back of the car, but it was empty. Both of her hands were visible and she wasn't armed, so he leaned into the car and checked her body for signs of serious injury. But the bruises on her forehead and cheek didn't look bad and her neck seemed intact, as well as were her collarbones and ribs. From experience he knew that there was no cell phone signal at this stretch of road, so he couldn't just wait for help.

***

Everything seemed to hurt, and Cathy felt strangely weak and tired, but her mind had slowly begun to clear. She had not been unconscious at any time, but after the impact of the crash it had been as if she had been drunk or suffering from a high fever. The sudden bright light and the looming silhouette of a man made her stiffen in panic, but the increase in heartbeat and the urge to jump to her feet only made the pain and dizziness worse. She moaned and raised an arm defensively, or at least she tried to. She realized that the figure was saying something. She caught the words "… help you" and realized that it couldn't be Bart or one of his men. Strong hands gripped her and there was more pain as she was pulled out of the car and into the open air. There was the odd feeling of floating, moving.

***

Jason placed her into the passenger seat of his car, tilted the seat back and fastened the safety belt around the injured woman. He dashed back to her car and recovered her handbag and a notebook computer, and then he was back in the driver's seat and starting up the Rover. "Don't worry, I'll have you in a hospital before you know it," he said, unsure if she even heard him.

Alarmed, Cathy managed to say, "No hospital! Bart will find …” before slumping back against the seat tiredly.

This response made Jason frown. Most people who avoided hospitals were criminals. On the other hand, she had said "Bart" rather than "police", and the police didn't normally stab people, whatever else they did. He sighed heavily and after checking the road, made a "U" turn and headed away from the city. When he drove up to the woman's car again, there was another vehicle stopped behind it and a man rummaging through the empty vehicle. Jason quickly lowered the back of the passenger seat even more, putting it below the level of the window, and touched his pistol to make sure that it was in a position to be drawn. He slowed as he pulled up to the two vehicles and shouted out the passenger window, "Need any help?".

The man waved him away without turning enough to show his face. "I'm fine."

Jason accelerated away, feeling better about his decision. It looked like he was going to have a house guest for a while.

Chapter Two

A beam of sunlight painting a glowing patch on the wall woke Cathy up. There was a moment of confusion at the unfamiliar feel of the bed and then the events of the previous night came back … she was still wearing her electronic watch and a glance confirmed that it was indeed the previous night, so she had not slept longer than normal. Her shoulder hurt, and when she reached across her body to touch it she realized that she was wearing a large man's T-shirt. Another quick touch confirmed that her panties were still in place, although her bra was gone. Her face was stiff and sore, and she guessed that it was unflatteringly bruised. Her fingers felt a large bandage and tape over the wound on her shoulder. She slowly rolled onto her back and studied the room she found herself in. It looked like a perfectly ordinary bedroom, the windows were open and unbarred, and she saw her torn and blood stained dress lying over the back of a chair. Her handbag and notebook computer were there too.

***

Jason looked up from his e-book reader when Cathy walked bare footed into the living room. He now knew her name from the contents of her purse as well as her occupation and place of work. "How do you feel? Don't move your shoulder or arm too vigorously or you might tear the stitches."

"Thank you for not taking me to the hospital. I'm not wanted by the police by the way, I'm just having some um, personal problems," she said, uncertain what to tell this stranger. She was still in shock from being found. After eight years, she had thought that she was safe. She had rebuilt her life, made new friends, and now it had been torn out from under her by that violent incident in the car park. She suddenly felt shaky and sat down in a nearby armchair.

Jason went to the coffee maker that sat on a sideboard, filled a clean mug and brought it over to her. "Here, drink this. I don't know what kind of trouble you're in, but I should warn you that someone was examining your car soon after I'd found you, so I wouldn't go back to it."

Her face turned pale when she heard what he said. They were still right behind her. If this man had not rescued her, she would be dead or even worse, in Bart's hands by now. She swallowed a gulp of coffee, not noticing the burning heat of it.

"Careful, it's hot! You're safe for the moment. I'm sure nobody followed me, and I don't have any nosy neighbours. You need to rest and heal, at least until those bruises on your face fade and you can go about without attracting attention." Jason wasn't exactly eager to have a house guest, especially one that looked like she was trouble, but he couldn't in good conscience toss someone in her condition out into the countryside.

Cathy stared at him suspiciously. "You'd let me stay here? But you don't know anything about me. I might be a wanted criminal or something." She squeezed her thighs together, trying to tell if her pussy felt sore.

Jason laughed at her expression. "I don't have anything worth stealing that you could lift. Got a few horses in the stables and a backhoe," he said nodding towards one side of the house. "I'm pretty sure that guy digging around in your car wasn't a cop, so if you're a criminal, you've got more on your mind than stealing the stuff of the only guy in a hundred miles who might be ready to help you." Then he deliberately let her see him look her up and down, examining every inch of her from her bare toes to her hair. "And no, I won't be asking for payment in kind. Just get better and I'll drive you to the next town up the road. You've got cash and plastic in your purse, so you should be fine from there."

Feeling ashamed of her suspicions, Cathy sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry. You've done more for me than I had any right to expect. Thank you." The problem was, she didn't have anywhere to go. Bart would have someone sitting on her house, and she couldn't go to the police because she had not only cut up Bart's face, but she had grabbed a bag of cash that he had been carrying at the time. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, give or take a thousand.

***

After she had her breakfast Cathy took the antibiotics and pain killers that Jason gave her. She noted that he was careful to hand her the sealed blister strips and not individual pills or capsules so that she could see what he was giving her. Given her condition it didn't take long for the medication to make her feel drowsy and she decided to return to bed.

Jason studied her long legs thoughtfully as the woman walked away from him and frowned. He hadn't been lying when he said he wasn't worried about her being a threat, he was well able to take care of himself, but he might have drawn bigger problems down on his head. He sighed, poured himself another cup of coffee, and took it into his study where his computer was located. He didn't like poking at the screen of a tablet or cell phone unless he had to, when surfing the net. He still had some contacts who might give him a clue about who and what she was.

***

For the next week Cathy barely saw her host except for meals and when he checked on her wound. Her shoulder healed well and she spent a lot of time just wandering around the large, rustic looking house. Although she knew Jason had an Internet connection, he wouldn't allow her to use his computer or other WiFi enabled devices. It was frustrating but she wasn't in any position to argue or insist. He did tell her that there had been nothing in the news about an abandoned car, nor had anyone reported her as a missing person. It depressed her that none of her colleagues or her employer had cared enough to make a report. She had probably been fired and already replaced. There was no TV in the house, so the only source of entertainment was a large library. It wasn't a showcase of obscure leather bound books, but a real library with a mixture of hard-cover and paperback books as well as magazines. Unfortunately most of the books were either technical or stories that didn't appeal much to her, catering largely to a male taste, heavy on action adventure. However, there was a large collection of erotica, ranging from classics to more modern titles. These were not romance erotica, but what many might have called porn, and mostly with a distinct BDSM leaning. With nothing else to do while recuperating, she read her way through them even though most of the stories were much harder than she was used to, and she was a bit shocked at the things that were done to the women in the novels, as well as the way they responded. Up to then, she had never imagined going beyond spanking and some mild whipping with a soft flogger, maybe a bit of bondage. But she found herself fantasizing more and more about severe punishments and extreme humiliation, although she still could never see herself doing anything faintly like that in real life.

Another thing the books did was to change how she felt when she took her top down to allow Jason to change her dressing and check her wound twice a day. She didn't know if she should feel frightened or intrigued at the thought that the same strong and competent hands that touched her had held a whip or crop, and had touched the skin of a woman that was covered with bloodied weals.

And then at the end of the week she masturbated for the first time as she read a very detailed scene in which a woman submitted to having her pussy flogged, and she was shocked by how much the scene resonated with her own erotic fantasies.

***

Ten days had gone past, and Jason judged that Cathy's shoulder wound was going to heal cleanly, while the bruises on her face were near invisible shadows. As they sat across each other at the dinner table he said, "Have you thought of where you're going to go after I drop you off?"

The fork stopped half way to Cathy's mouth and she frowned in thought. "Another city I guess. Maybe a bigger one this time. If I can't hide in the sticks, maybe I can disappear in a crowd. Maybe I'll even try Los Angeles or Washington. I haven't really made up my mind. But I'm really grateful for what you've done for me. I really don't know how to repay you."

Jason just shrugged. "I'm glad I was around to help," he said, silently happy that he would be finally rid of his involuntary guest. His friends had come back with some information about her, basically supporting the story she had told. She was not unpleasant company, but there was a reason why he had chosen to live here out in the countryside even though he had been born in a city. He had seen his fair share of violence and death, and the peace of the countryside helped him to stay centred.

***

The sound of female weeping made Jason stop in front of Cathy's room. He sighed and shook hishead. Then he adjusted his expression to a more sympathetic one and tapped on the door. When there was no answer he tapped again. "Cathy, are you all right? I'm coming in." He slowly opened the door, giving her time to cry out if she was naked or something. But when the door opened he saw her sitting on the end of her bed with her few possessions gathered about her. "What's wrong. It's all right. You can tell me."

Cathy sniffed, wiped the tears from her face and sighed. "I'm not sure I can do it all over again. It took years to start up again in Burkesville, all the time expecting Bart to show up. And when I finally started to feel settled and safe, he turns up and takes it all away from me." She felt more tears of self pity welling up and rubbed her eyes angrily.

"Look, I don't know what I can do to help you, but you need to tell me everything before I can even try," Jason said, folding his arms.

Cathy nodded and started to tell her story from the beginning.

***

"You cut off the guy's ear and took a quarter of a mil from him? No wonder he's pissed," Jason said after she finished. He rubbed his chin. "I don't really see what I can do for you. I don't mind driving you out, and I'll even hang around until you can catch a bus if you like. If you need money I can give you some."

He was being kinder than she deserved and she silently nodded and patted his hand. She tried to get some sleep when he left the room and closed the door, but her mind just kept on churning and she sighed in exasperation. Trying to take her mind off of her own troubles she picked up the borrowed novel from the side table and began to read. After a few pages she frowned and concentrated harder. Then she began to smile.

***

Jason was surprised when Cathy turned up for breakfast the next morning looking decidedly more cheerful. He suspected she had something on her mind, but he decided to let her bring it up in her own time. He hoped it wouldn't be an offer of sex in exchange for refuge or some other kind of help, especially not if it involved him taking care of Bart for her. It would be awkward and embarrassing to have to reject her especially if she produced more tears.

Cathy guessed what he was thinking and hid a grin. She was nervous and felt the stupid urge to giggle. A mouthful of pancake helped her focus her mind, and she said, "I was interested by your library."

This wasn't what Jason had expected at all, and he chuckled. "My library? I like books. TV and films are no match, and they're cheaper. I've got more in my e-reader and PC," he replied, wondering where she was going. He poured more coffee and waited.

Studying her plate, Cathy said, "I was especially interested in your collection of erotica. I've read a lot of BDSM, but most of your books are new to me. Are you … have you ever actually done …"

Thinking that she was simply making conversation in order to delay a demand for her departure, Jason decided to tell her the truth, or part of it anyway, in hopes of scaring her away. "You mean whips, canes, ropes, that kind of stuff?"

"Yes. I've tried a little, just spanking and a little smacking with a belt, handcuffs. I admit I kind of enjoyed it. What kind of things did you do?" she asked casually. She felt her cheeks reddening and cursed at herself for being so transparent.

Jason shrugged and stared at her over the rim of his mug, the steam from the hot coffee giving his expression a strange, otherworldly look. "I'm a simple guy. All those fancy rules and role playing games don't ring my bell. If a woman wants to be with me, she's in it all the way. No asking for consent at every step, hard limits, or stupid safe words. She either trusts me to look after her or she can get her ass away from me." His eyes narrowed as he waited for her reaction.

Feeling a little annoyed at his near misogyny, Cathy looked around dramatically. "I don't see any women lining up at the door," she said, her tone a bit sharper than she intended.

Raising an eyebrow at this outburst, Jason sipped his coffee before saying, "I don't recall saying I was drowning in pussy." Ordinarily he wouldn't have spoken to a woman, a near stranger, that way, but he figured that she was the one who had brought up the subject of sex, and also the one who chose to get personal.

She had regretted her outburst as soon as she had said it and bit her tongue. She was the one coming on to him, and instead she had to open her big mouth and be a smartass. "I'm sorry. Really. You develop certain social reflexes, especially when as a woman you admit an interest in BDSM. You wouldn't believe the creeps that come crawling out of the woodwork."

"And by creeps you mean what? Men who aren't billionaires and who lack movie star looks?" Jason replied in a carefully neutral tone.

Because his barb struck so close to home, her flush deepened. Why was he making this so difficult? She was just trying to …. Then it hit her. What was she trying to do? She mentally frowned, grabbed herself by the scruff of the neck, and shook herself like a naughty puppy. She wasn't just begging for help. No, she wanted to give him a reason to want her around. She needed him to want her around. She took a deep breath and leaned towards him. "I'm sorry. This isn't going the way I intended at all. Can we start again?"

Jason could see she was sincere and that she had something more than just conversation in mind, so he let the tension drain from his body and schooled his mind to calmness, just like when he was looking through the sights of his rifle. Besides, she had made him curious. He nodded. "Sure. It's obvious you have something you want to say. Speak your piece. I'm listening."

She wanted badly to rub her hands together, but she turned her palms up as she spoke. "What I was trying to say was that we seem to share a mutual interest in BDSM, and explain that I've had a little experience. I didn't just watch a sexy movie and then decide I'm into it." She looked down for a moment to focus, and then continued. "What I was trying to ask was whether you had an interest in it too, beyond just reading books, because if you do, I want to make you an offer."

Jason had expected pleas for sympathy, even attempts at seduction, but nothing as blunt as an offer. But he liked people who were straight and didn't try to manipulate him, so he nodded again. "I do, and I have. A lot. It's your dime. Keep talking."

"I really need somewhere to hang out for a while until I figure out what I'm going to do. I know I have no right to ask you to get involved with my problems." She lifted her head and looked at his face. She couldn't quite bring herself to look into his eyes. "So I thought, if I could make it worth your while." She knew her face was flaming by now, but she couldn't stop. "I don't mean like a hooker, but um, a live in companion. We could even do a simple contract so that there would be no question of us cohabiting or anything like that." There. She had said it.

Her proposal came as a real surprise to Jason. She sounded serious, and seemed to have put some thought into how it would work. But she was still being dishonest. "You haven't mentioned what you expect me to do if Bart turns up at the gate."

To her credit, Cathy really hadn't considered that possibility. She had just hoped to hide out here for a while instead of simply blindly running from city to city. But now that Jason had brought it up, she realized that in her heart she had been assuming that he would protect her, and she saw how unfair that assumption was. "I – " She felt despair when she couldn't think of a good reason why he should risk his life for her.

Jason smiled. "I wasn't tossing your idea out entirely, just pointing out what you were actually asking for, so that we can discuss it on a fair footing."

She looked into his eyes in surprise. "Really? But what … I mean …."

He held up his hand. "Now it's my turn to show my cards. You need to know what I would expect of you before we go any further. Right?" When she nodded he said, "Wait here. I'm gonna fetch some photo albums and my tablet computer."

***

Cathy stared at the albums apprehensively. The fact that he felt the need to show them to her meant he thought there was a chance she would say no. What kind of horrors lay beneath the covers? What if he was worse than Bart? Jason had poured her another cup of coffee and left her to view the pictures and videos alone while he did some chores. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the cover of the first album. The very first page held a single picture. Black and white, with a cheerful Jason standing with one hand on his hip, a friendly smile on his face. She gasped and covered her lips with her fingertips. Kneeling by his side like some kind of pet was a naked woman. Her hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail, which was tightly gripped in Jason's hand. There was a smudge of dirt on one of her cheeks as if her face had been pressed to the ground recently. Her arms were behind her back, and from the way her curled fingers peeked out from either side, she was gripping her elbows. Her body was erect, her shoulders back, and her knees wide apart. There were marks on her breasts, stripes, lines, but she couldn't tell what had made them. Cathy leaned closer and realized that the naked woman was kneeling on gravel, similar to the driveway that led up to the front of the house, her pussy in full view. But what drew her attention the most was the woman's wide happy smile. Curiosity forced her to flip the page. "Oh my," she whispered.

***

Pulling off his work gloves, Jason snagged a bottle of Tiger beer from the fridge and swallowed a mouthful as he walked back to where Cathy was waiting. He had picked up a taste for the beer during his time in South East Asia. All of the albums were upside down and stacked in reverse order from when he had put them down, so it seemed that she had gone through all of them. He sat down across the table from her, took another gulp of the beer, and then looked at her. "Seen enough?"

Cathy's finger traced the plastic coated edge of the top album and she licked her lips. "I understand why you wanted me to see the albums first. I have to admit that my ideas of BDSM were kind of … naive. I didn't know that some of those things were even possible," she said, tapping the album.

He put the bottle down with a clunk of glass on wood and tilted his head. "Have you changed your mind about an arrangement?" he asked, and waited with amused interest to hear her answer.

Her eyes focused on the beer bottle, Cathy smiled ruefully. "When I saw your photos, I admit that I almost ran. Compared to that, I'm a complete newbie. But then I thought, if this is to work, I have to have something of value to offer. And that's it. My lack of experience, my innocence. So yes, I'm still interested in our deal." She felt a bit dizzy when she said the words, but she meant them. She had a feeling about this man. The small things she had seen around the house told her he wasn't an ordinary rancher, or some retired lawyer from the big city.

Jason picked up the beer again, condensation dripping off the bottle onto the wooden surface. He sipped and then leaned his elbows on the table. "If you stay, it means I take you into my household. You're both my guest and well, let's say, my employee. As such, I'm obliged to give you bed and board, maybe some spending money, and as one of my household, anyone who wants to lay hands on you goes through me first." He saw her eagerness and held up his hand. "Whoa there! Before you get all excited, here is what I'll be expecting of you in return. Listen carefully now, because I'll be expecting you to hold up your end of the bargain every single day. No days off, headaches, or moods. Just like a job at a burger joint. You're not my girlfriend, and I won't force you to do anything. I'll just fire your ass and you'll find yourself standing outside of my gate before you can say "social justice warrior". You get me?”

Cathy's excitement had grown as she had listened to him. He was offering everything she wanted and needed, including protection from Bart and not simply a place to hide, although there was still what he would expect of her, and whether she could do it. "Yes. I understand. And I'm grateful."

He chuckled. "Save your gratitude until you hear what I'll be wanting of you. In one way, it's simple. You do whatever I tell you to, and you do your best to anticipate my needs and desires. I know you're not stupid, so acting dumb won't work, nor will going by the exact and literal words of what I say like some naughty kid. As far as you're concerned, I'm the boss and the HR department all rolled into one. No appeals. With me so far?"

Cathy grinned and nodded. "Yes boss."

Jason raised an eyebrow, but continued without comment. "Do you have any hard limits? Things you absolutely won't do or take?"

She notice the look in his eyes and realized that this wasn't a question, but a test. She could just say no, but there were lots of things that frightened the daylights out of her, and others that made her want to puke or faint. But then she realized that being shot or stabbed had to rate pretty low on Jason's list of all time favorite things too, but she was asking him to risk exactly that. She took a deep breath and shook her head. "Nope. None at all. But that doesn't mean I won't scream like a little girl or pee my pants. And you might have to tie me up for some things."

He liked the honesty of her reply, and the fact that she didn't try to weasel out of things. "Sounds fair. I'll try to give you options. OK?"

Cathy guessed that the options would be in the form of worse or worser, but she just said, "OK."

He tilted the neck of the bottle at her like a pointer. "I guess you've heard of a "safe word?" When she nodded he said, "Well forget about it. You'll just have to trust me not to kill or cripple you. You can tell me if things are getting rough, but there will be nothing you can say that will mean an auto stop. Agreed?"

Everything she had ever read or hear about BDSM insisted on one thing. You had to have a safe word. She clung to the image of the smiling naked woman in the album like an icon of hope. She had survived, and she was still able to smile. If that woman could do it, she supposed that she could too. She knew for sure that she couldn't survive what Bart had in mind for her. The twinge in her shoulder acted as a constant reminder. Besides, she had a feeling about Jason. "Agreed. No safe word."

"One last thing. You'll undergo a test, you can call it an audition, to prove you're serious while I have our employment papers written up. You'll be my guest in the meantime." Jason stood up and held out his hand.

Still feeling a bit dazed, Cathy hurriedly pushed herself up and shook his hand, which felt cold from holding the beer. "Um, thank you."

Jason looked out of the window. The sky had grown a little overcast since the morning but it was still comfortable outside although it might drizzle or rain a bit. "So, are you ready?"

"What, right now?" Cathy said, her pulse racing at the thought of actually doing it, whatever "it" was. She realized how silly that sounded and nodded. "Yep. I'm ready. So, er, what do you want me to do?" The more she thought about it the more terrified she felt, like she was standing at the edge of a cliff and the bottom was so dark and far away that she couldn't see it at all. She realized that if she didn't take the plunge soon she would lose her nerve entirely. She pushed her chair back and stood up, her hands folded protectively over her breasts.

Trying not to grin at her very obvious discomfort, Jason studied her body from hair to feet, making no effort to hide his stare. "The first thing you need to learn is not to hide the goods," he said, nodding at her arms.

She looked down in confusion and frowned. Then it dawned upon her what he meant. "Oh! I … er, sorry," she said, hurriedly unfolding her arms and letting them hang by her side. Even though she was still fully dressed, it felt as if her breasts had just increased two bra sizes, becoming the most prominent things in the room. She told herself that at least her self consciousness overshadowed her fear of the unknown, and she had to fight the urge to giggle. That impulse disappeared quickly when Jason took two quick steps towards her and grabbed her arms in a firm, no nonsense grip and twisted them behind her. Although he didn't hurt her, the movements were so smooth, precise, and practiced that it was like a dance, a Tango, and that any other choice other than immediate compliance was unimaginable, impossible. Seconds later her arms were bent up behind her back, her hands cupping and holding her elbows.

"This is your default position when you see me looking at you and you're not doing anything in particular. Learn it, practice it until you can do it without thought. Have you ever done Yoga or martial arts, or even ballroom dancing?" Jason said, his hands moving over her body and making tiny adjustments to her pose and posture.

"N-no, not really. But I did take ballet classes when I was a girl, so I guess I know what you mean," Cathy replied, her body tingling wherever his hands had touched her. She noted that he had not touched her sexually in any way, and the fact that he had restrained himself made her feel oddly aroused. Although the pose stretched a few muscles in unaccustomed ways, it wasn't uncomfortable or hard to hold. "OK. Default pose. So any time I'm not sure what to do with myself I do this?"

He patted her shoulder approvingly. "Yup. Standing up, sitting down, kneeling, even lying down. If I didn't tell you otherwise, your arms go this way. Ready for the next one?"

She took a moment to remember how the rest of her body felt and then nodded. "Ready." His hands touched and gripped, and once again the movements were quick, smooth, impossible to imagine happening any other way. This time the pose was more familiar. Her fingers were interlaced and pressed to the lower curve of the back of her head. Swift, sure touches made adjustments, pushing her elbows back, adjusting the angle of her shoulders, the arch of her back, the position of her head and neck. But this time his booted foot moved between her feet and tapped outward, kicking hard enough that the soles of her shoes slid across the floor until they were a shoulder width apart. Suddenly the space beneath her skirt felt very open. She was wearing a simple, sleeveless one piece dress with a skirt that ended half-way down her thighs, which she guessed was a hand-me-down from a previous female resident.

"Display position," Jason said briskly. "Nice and open. Standing, sitting, lying, when I say Display Position, you do this. Got it?"

The adrenaline rush made her feel slightly giddy, and she grinned as her apprehension faded into the background for the moment. "Got it."

"OK, enough with the lessons. Get naked. Every stitch. Now!" Jason snapped, wanting to see if she would respond to his tone.

Cathy had fantasized about being ordered to undress by a Dom or Master often enough that it almost felt like she had been doing it all of her life. His tone told her he didn't want a striptease, and though her pride told her to take her time, she was too smart to let her feelings get the better of common sense. She was trying to impress him, not seduce him. She tore at her clothes as if they were on fire, and she was naked in seconds, at the cost of loose strands of hair sticking out around her head like feathers and a couple of ripped seams in her borrowed dress. She bundled her discarded clothes and placed them on a chair. When Jason didn't say anything she remembered the Primary Position and threw her arms behind her back.

Like a drill sergeant, Jason paced around her stiffly held body making little clicking noises with his tongue. Although he had undressed her when she first came in, at the time he was more concerned with treating her wounds. But now she was potentially his to do with as he pleased, provided she proved herself in the coming test. He liked women and sex, but not so much that he would waste his time or violate his privacy for someone who wasn't worthy. It wasn't that he thought that highly of himself but that he valued his privacy a great deal, and company of any kind, male or female had to be very special in his eyes for him to be able to tolerate them. In comparison to him, lone wolves were party animals. According to her driving license she was thirty-one years old, and from what he was seeing, in decent shape. Not fitness trainer or athlete shape, but it was obvious she put in her time at the gym or yoga class with adequate devotion to remain trim and curvy. She had a full bush of pubic hair, trimmed but not bikini ready. He preferred less foliage around the cunt, so she would have to do something about that if she passed the test. She was holding the pose well, not fidgeting or getting impatient. "Not bad, especially for an accountant. Desk jobs are hard on the body." He smiled when her lips twitched. Having your body assessed was difficult for anyone. But she had resisted the impulse to defend herself.

Cathy stiffened and dug her fingernails into her elbows when his hand closed over her buttock and squeezed hard. He had a strong grip and his fingers dug painfully into her flesh and muscles. She told herself that this was what she had bargained for. From now on until it ended, she had to be ready to have him touch her, even hit her, at any time, on any part of her body, without asking or apologizing. He could even come into her bedroom in the middle of the night and shove a finger into her ass while she was asleep, and if she wanted this to work she would have to wake up and say "thank you". Oddly enough, she found this thought to be kind of hot. She enjoyed sex, and what little of BDSM she had tried she had liked too. She was kind of submissive, and she often found her sexual desires at odds with her feminist opinions. She almost laughed at this thought. Right now, if Jason told her to go naked to the kitchen and make him a sandwich she would have to wriggle her butt and smile. Life was funny sometimes. A rattle of chains jerked her out of her thoughts.

Jason held up the coiled lengths of steel chain, complete with brass padlocks and what looked like the cuff sections of old fashioned handcuffs. "These are the makings of your new bikini!" He dumped all of it on the floor, and said, "Display Position".

His gentle tone almost made her miss the command, and she was sweating with nerves as she hurriedly changed positions. She hoped she wouldn't be reduced to a nervous wreck after a few days of this. The chains were uncomfortably chilly when they touched her skin and she shivered. When he draped the chain over her neck and then wrapped them around her breasts she understood what he meant by "bikini". Her breasts were just large enough for him to tighten a loop of chain around each breast, fastened by a small padlock. She brought her hands down and held the loops of chain against her chest when he told her to, while he brought the two ends around her chest. She felt the chain tighten and the weight of another padlock in the middle of her back fasten the metal garment in place. Then he brought the chain down into the crease of her buttocks and through the gap of her thighs. This made her shiver again. To her relief he didn't pull it between her pussy lips, but pulled it along the crease of her thigh, wrapped it around her waist like a belt, joined the loop below her belly button with another padlock, and then pulled it down between her legs, up between her buttocks, and fastened it to the waist band with one more padlock. Once it was all in place she barely felt the weight of the metal. The shackles closed around her wrists, and she let him pull her arms behind her back again. Then she felt him attach the cuffs to the chain, leaving her firmly wrapped in steel.

Jason took hold of her arm. "Now come with me."

Cathy followed his lead until she realized that he was leading her out of the house. "Wait! I can't go outside like this! People will see!"

"The land all around for miles belongs to me, and I don't have visitors. So no one is going to see you. But I don't recall anything in our agreement about you not being seen by anybody. Have you changed your mind already?" Jason folded his arms and waited for her reply.

"I … but … you can't …." Cathy said, stuttering with indignation. Then she saw the look on Jason's face. He wasn't joking. She either obeyed or she could leave. Only she couldn't leave. She sighed. "You win."

Jason frowned. "This isn't a contest. We have an agreement. I'll keep my word. The question is, will you?"

Cathy bit her lip, realizing that she had allowed her emotions to affect her decisions once again. "You're right. I'm sorry. And my word is good." She nodded at the glass door. "I'm ready. Let's go."

Jason picked up a gallon jug of water and then led her outside and across the wide lawn and adjoining fields. He stopped when he reached a slight rise. The ground was grassy but not damp and the ground beneath firm. There was open space for miles all around with scattered trees and bushes. He pointed at a bright orange plastic marker stake that had been hammered into the ground. "Kneel down." He waited until she was on her knees and then said, "The test is simple. You just kneel here and wait for me to come back. You can change your position, stand, sit, lie down, whatever you like, but when I come back, you will be kneeling right here where I left you. If you move more than ten yards from the stake, you fail." He pointed at a nearby tree. "There's a video camera on that tree, focused on this spot. So I'll know if anything happens to you. I'll also know if you move away. This jug contains drinking water. Any questions?"

"How long do I have to stay here?" Cathy asked, squinting as she looked up at the sky. It wasn't even noon yet, and she could already feel the warmth of the sun on her skin.

Jason grinned. "Until I come back." He patted her on the head and walked back towards the house, which resembled a doll house from this distance.

***

The sun got hot very quickly and though Cathy tried just kneeling, her knees became increasingly stiff and painful. In addition, the chains started to heat up as well, their solidity retaining the heat more than her skin. They didn't become burning hot, but combined with their weight and the chafing pressure against her skin, the steel harness that clung tightly to her body became increasingly uncomfortable. But it was when she tried other resting positions that she realized the real problem with the chain harness. When she squatted down the twin chains running between her legs tightened and it soon felt like she was sitting on a rail. Simply sitting pressed the chains into her crotch and painfully against her tail bone. Sitting on one hip also tightened the chains in her crotch and the pressure on her hip bone added another discomfort. Her shackled arms and padlocks made lying on her back or sides equally painful, and the loops around her breasts made lying on her front even worse. In fact, she discovered that she couldn't rest in any position other than kneeling or standing that wasn't extremely uncomfortable.

***

The monitor screen provided a clear, full color image of the chained woman in the middle of the field, lit by bright sunshine. Jason glanced at the monitor to check on Cathy's status while he read his mail and sent off replies. It was still early, and she wouldn't be in serious discomfort yet. It would be interesting to see if she had the grit and determination to hang on. He thought he saw something in her, but it was possible she was just desperate for a refuge.

***

After she became resigned to the immediate physical discomfort, the fact that she was completely naked save for the chains and padlock, which actually made her feel even more exposed, hit her with renewed force. She began to imagine the feeling of being watched and stared at from all directions, hidden faces sniggering at her discomfiture, mocking her body, pointing out every flaw and imperfection. She even imagined how she would look to the operators of a spy satellite. Her skin seemed to tingle with awareness and for a number of long, drawn out minutes she had to fight the urge to curl up in a ball and to hide herself from the world as a lifetime of wagging fingers, disapproving looks and frowning elders surrounded her and chanted things like "slut" and "whore". Being proud of her body and her sexuality was easy when she had the choice and control, but when her exposure was forced on her like this, it felt totally different.

However, as the minutes passed by, then an hour or more, judging by the movement of the sun, and nothing terrible happened, Cathy began to calm down. She looked down at her breasts in their ridiculous metal bra, the slight reddening of her skin, the sweat that coated her body, the twin chains that ran into her crotch, and she began to smile. She had worn a thong to the beach before, and had even sunbathed topless, so really she wasn't showing the world very much that it hadn't seen before. She remembered the camera and her smile widened. The only person who was really getting an eyeful was Jason, and she had offered her ass to him in the first place, so he had every right to stare. Somehow he didn't strike her as the type to be masturbating over a simple bit of nudity. She stood up, shook pieces of grass and seeds from her body, and wriggled her arms. If the squirrels wanted a look, they were welcome. If there was anybody around to see her, they would need binoculars to get a proper look, since she couldn't see them. Turning her back to the plastic jug, she carefully unscrewed the cap, then turned to take a drink of water, before turning to replace the cap. Then she realized that she would eventually have to pee and do the other. Or she could try to hold it as long as possible. She could retain a little dignity at the cost of steadily growing discomfort, knowing it was going to be a losing battle, or she could just go ahead and do it when the need came and get it over with. Her eyes narrowed when she realized she didn't have any toilet paper either, not that it would do her any good without the use of her hands. Going back to the orange stake, she knelt down and sat back on her heels. There was some pressure on her crotch from the chains, but not as much as when she squatted, which made it the least bad resting position.

The heat wasn't unbearable, and she didn't think she would burn, but together with the chafing of the chains and the constant pressure against her cunt, she was in a slow, constant discomfort that over the hours, became torture. She managed to nod off for minutes at a time, but as soon as she slumped, the chains would jerk painfully at her neck, breasts, and crotch, bringing her back to alertness.

Then the sun began to sink towards the tree and hill hidden horizon and it started to cool. There was even a brief, light drizzle that left her and the grass very slightly damp. The breeze grew stronger, and for a while she reveled in the coolness. She told herself that Jason would surely come soon, and all would be well, but a traitorous part of her mind insisted on asking, "What if he doesn't come?" The chains cooled against her skin, and they started to feel chilly. That in turn triggered the need to pee. Hidden lights rose out of sunken buried mountings, and switched on as the sunshine faded, the ring of LED video lights foiling any hope she had of relieving herself under the cover of darkness. She stood up to ease the pressure on her knees and to allow her blood to circulate through her lower legs, but the movement only made the need to relieve herself worse. Before long she was doing what she thought of as the "pee pee" dance, hopping from foot to foot, thighs pressed desperately together. The sky grew dark and the temperature fell even more. The metal embracing her body leached the heat from her, and she started to shiver, making the chains rattle eerily as she stood in the small circle of light that was surrounded by what felt like a vast open darkness. The sense of being watched returned, while she simultaneously felt frighteningly alone, the feeling twisting and tickling within her chest. She shivered harder, and the urge to both shit and piss hit her at once. Sweat broke out on her brow, and she clenched her teeth and twisted her shoulders and shackle bound arms. "No, no, no, …. " she chanted, the pressure becoming painful. The chains felt like ice against her skin and when the wind blew she shuddered so hard that the padlocks rattled almost musically. All she had to do was to walk away from the stake. Half a dozen paces, and it would be all over. She asked herself what the heck she was trying to accomplish, doubts filling her mind. How did she know Jason would shelter and protect her? For all she knew he would have his fun and then hand her over to Bart for a reward. She told herself that this was stupid. But when she tried to move away from the stake, her feet refused to cooperate.

Then it hit her. She wanted it. She wanted Jason to be everything he offered. She wanted his strength, she wanted not to be alone with her constant fear. And most of all, she wanted to be wanted, valued for herself and not just as an employee or a customer. A breeze made her shiver again, and she realized that she even wanted the ache and soreness that the chains inflicted on her weary body. His chains. It might all still be false, a lie, but there was only one way to find out.

***

Movement on the screen made Jason focus on it. He realized that Cathy was standing up and looking directly towards the camera. She waggled her hips, waited again, and then took two paces away from the marker stake. As he watched she spread her feet wide and bent her knees to squat down, moving very cautiously since she lacked the use of her arms to balance. He began to laugh when he realized her intention.

***

Cathy was pretty sure that Jason was watching, at least she hoped so. She didn't want her shame and embarrassment to be wasted. Then the thought that he was likely recording this on video made her blush again. But she knew what she wanted now. Spreading her feet as wide as she could manage made the chains tighten around her crotch, but ignoring the painful pressure, she slowly lowered herself into a full crouch. Even though she wanted to go badly, the idea that she had an audience made it hard to let it flow. If not for how full her bladder was, nothing might have happened. But she scrunched up her face and pushed, and a moment later she was rewarded by a hissing rush of liquid that struck the grass and sent a fine mist of pee floating through the air to moisten her upper thighs. Sighing in relief she wondered if the camera was good enough to capture the stream of piss.

****

The camera was excellent and the high resolution image let Jason see everything. He grinned as she did her business, and chuckled when she shifted over and rubbed her bottom on the grass, scooting along with thrusts of her legs and wriggling her ass in an attempt to clean herself. He nodded approvingly when she climbed to her feet and returned to kneel beside the marker.

***

The rustle of boots treading on grass made Cathy look up expectantly. Her heart pounded with excitement when his tall figure stepped into the circle of light, but she forced herself to remain on her knees and to wait.

"You're still here!" Jason said in mock surprise, looking down at her sweaty, grass stained figure.

"Yes I am," she replied, keeping her tone soft and respectful. The urge to burst out in a tearful recitation of her woes was so strong that she wouldn't have been surprised if steam shot out of her ears, but she knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear. "And I intend to stay."

"It looks like you surely do." He pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket, and displayed the large pack of baby wipes that he had been holding behind his back. Tossing the keys on the ground, he moved closer to her and put his hand against her chest. "Lean forward. Get your face on the ground and your ass in the air."

Cathy started to object when she realized what he intended to do, but then shut her mouth with a snap and let herself fall forwards, pivoting on her knees and trusting him to stop her face from slamming into the ground. She turned her head to the side as her face approached the grass, and then she was kneeling ass up high and breasts pressed to the grass. She was painfully aware of the smelly mess between her legs, and her skin crawled in embarrassment and shame that he should see her like this. She tensed when his hand touched her hip and then there was the cool wetness of tissues on her skin, stroking her thighs and buttocks and then in between. She bit her lip when the tissues stroked her ass hole and then her pussy. The wiping was very thorough, and she couldn't remember ever allowing any man to explore her private parts as completely and intimately as this, not even a doctor. When the wiping stopped she heard the click of a padlock being opened and she realized he was taking the chains off. She didn't move, keeping her bottom humiliatingly raised high in the air even when the pressure of the cold metal fell from her hips and between her legs. There was more cool wiping, and the tight, horrified shame became less intense, slowly being replaced with a feeling of comfort and of being soothed and cared for. His hands lifted her up and she was forced to meet his gaze as he finished removing the chains. She searched his face for traces of mockery or revulsion, but all she saw was concern and a feeling of competence and self-control.

Jason helped her stand up, supporting her when she wobbled. "Are you able to walk? Do you feel any pain?" It was always possible she had sprained something, although he doubted it.

"No, I'm fine, thank you. I'm sorry you had to... " she replied, still feeling mortified.

"If you're going to stay, there will be more times when I'm going to have to clean you up, for one reason or another. I wanted to see how well you could accept it." Jason said, before pointing to the lights of the house. "Let's be getting back then. You can have a shower and some food and drink while we talk."

Cold and hungry, Cathy had never felt so tired in her life, but when he held out his hand to her, she felt a sudden rush of warmth. He was wearing a jacket, and she considered asking him for it. Then she realized that since it wasn't that cold, he must have put it on for a purpose. He was still testing her. She inhaled deeply of the cool country air, and picked up her pace to keep up with him. When he gently squeezed her hand and nodded in approval, she smiled and began to hum.

***

The hot shower was the most wonderful thing she had ever had, washing away the sweat and grime. As she soaped her pussy, the thought that Jason had watched her pee suddenly appeared in her mind and she giggled and felt a tingle of excitement at the naughtiness of it. Her tension returned when she heard him moving about outside of the shower stall. It was so strange to have her privacy taken away, no that wasn't fair, she had traded it away. But the thought of having him look at her nakedness again wasn't unpleasant. Not at all. She resisted the temptation to stay under the shower as a refuge, gently squeezed the water from her hair, twisted it behind her, and pushed the frosted sliding glass door back. She smiled when he held out a large white towel in both hands like a robe. She turned her back and allowed him to drape it over her shoulders. She bit her lip when he began wiping her down, his touch lingering just enough to let her know that he wasn't simply drying her. She inhaled in a gasp when the towel briskly rubbed her between the legs. He even toweled her hair and blow-dried it using his fingers as a comb, and rubbed body lotion into her skin all the way to her toes. She was blushing and tingling all over when he was done.

Jason slapped her on the ass and said, "When I'm near you and say 'Come' you follow close, and when I stop and reach back, I expect to be able to grab hold of your cunt with my right hand." He looked over his shoulder, snapped the fingers of his right hand, which was at his side, and waited.

With a start, Cathy realized what he wanted and hurriedly edged towards him, trying to find just the right position in relation to his shoulder. The snap of his fingers, and the humiliation of being made to bring her pussy to his hand produced a rush of angry heat, but she found herself jumping to obey, and when his fingers finally closed over her pussy, the power of the erotic tingle made her knees weak. Just in time, she remembered that he had not specified a position for her arms, and she folded them behind her back just before he looked around to check. Two of his fingers slipped into her vagina and she didn't know whether to be pleased or annoyed that she was so wet that they slid into her body with a clear liquid sound. His grip wasn't gentle, although he wasn't deliberately hurting her. His thumb crushed her clitoris while his fingers rummaged around inside her vagina with total disregard for her comfort. She staggered when there was a sharp stab of pain, and she clenched her fingers hard around her elbows. Worse still, the rough fingering aroused her. She was just starting to get really worked up when his fingers disappeared and she had to suppress a groan of disappointment.

"Come!" Jason said sharply and walked out of the bathroom. He smiled when he heard Cathy scrambling to catch up behind him. He led her out into the living room and stopped. He snapped his fingers again, and waited for her cunt to connect with his fingers. When his hand had her cunt firmly in its grip he said, "I'm making allowances today because you're new to this and still learning. But tardiness in responding to orders will earn demerit points. Each Saturday I will tally the points and punish you accordingly. Understood? Oh, and you can call me Jason. I'm not an officer so you don't need to call me sir, and there are no masters in the US of A. Got that?"

"Points, tally on Saturday, punishment. Yes Jason. I understand. Can I ask questions or just talk?"

Jason nodded. "You can ask. Repeating a question or nagging earns you points. Same with talk. If I'm busy I'll tell you. Continue talking, trying to wheedle or manipulate, will earn you points."

"Is there a table of points or rules that I've got to follow?" she asked.

"I give points as I see fit. The rules are kept here," Jason said, tapping his forehead. He pointed at the long coffee table. "There's your employment agreement. Look it over and sign it. If you see anything that needs changing, you can leave. You know where the door is."

She was surprised to find that the agreement included a salary. It was a little less than what she earned at the grocers, but not by a lot. Given that she was getting food and lodging, she probably came out ahead. As Jason had said, it was a simple document. She stared at the disposable ball point pen as if it were a snake. Her hand darted out, captured the pen, and scribbled her signature on the two copies of the contract before she could change her mind.

Jason took the pen from her fingers and added his signature. "There. All done. You'll get a copy." He put his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "Welcome home, Cathy Walker."

His words and the feeling of his strong hands made something inside of her melt, and when he lowered his head, she lifted her lips eagerly for the kiss. She even remembered to fold her arms behind her this time. She moaned softly when his hands slid down her chest to close over her breasts, and moaned louder when he took hold of her nipples and pinched. The pressure gradually increased, raising the amount of pain as if he was turning twin dials, and she arched her back.

"That's it Cathy, hurt for me. I'm going to do this often, so get used to it. Get used to offering your nipples up to me to be hurt and smiling while you do it. You are happy for me to do this, aren't you?" he asked.

The pain was already more than anything she had ever taken in all the BDSM games she had played, and if she had a safe-word she would have been shouting it by now. Strangely enough, because she didn't have an easy way to end the hurting of her nipples, she found the pain easier to bear. She found herself nodding. "I … ahh … yes Jason … I'm ha...appy for you to do that." She even remembered to smile. She gasped when the pinching stopped. Although it felt as if she could still feel his fingers on her nipples, at least the pain had mostly gone. She glanced down and saw that both nipples were hard and very erect, redder than she had ever seen them. When Jason lightly brushed his palms over them, shocking jolts of pleasure flowed down to her loins and she squeezed her thighs together. 

"Does that feel good, Cathy?" Jason asked teasingly.

"Uh huh. I mean, yes it does, Jason. It feels very good," she said, closing her eyes.

"Ask me to pinch your nipples again," Jason said, still brushing his palms over her breasts as if polishing them.

Cathy guessed that he would pinch them anyway, so it wasn't that hard for her to ask, and even to sound sincere, so sincere that she surprised herself. "Please pinch my nipples again, Jason. Pinch them hard," she said, adding the last three words on impulse. She pulled her shoulders back, determined not to flinch from his touch. She had already been pleasantly amazed by her ability to bear the pain and the success gave her confidence and made her daring.

Jason handled her nipples like expensive tools or a fine blade. With care, but also trusting in their strength and durability. He applied the pressure smoothly, evenly, watching the pain grow in her face and the sound of her breathing, appreciative of the way she had presented her sensitive nipples for more punishment. He had seen something in her, and he was hopeful that he had been right. He couldn't explain why he found such pleasure in a woman's pain, but he was quite sure he didn't hate women either. He pressed harder, watched the quiver rock her body and how it made her gracefully twist her neck. He leaned closer and pressed his lips against her throat, searching out the great vein that pulsed beneath. His lips felt her pulse, fast and strong, and he inhaled the scent of her skin, damp hair, and fresh sweat. He felt the tiny vibration of her body, caused by the tension of her muscles as she strove to bear the torment of her nipples. He could easily have pushed her to the point of revolt, but he timed it perfectly, letting go of her nipples just moments before her endurance failed and she would have pulled away. He wanted her to develop confidence in her own abilities, while at the same time constantly pushing her to bear just that little more. It was the way he had been trained, the way he trained his horses, and the way he trained his women. "Very good. You're beautiful when you're in pain," he whispered into her ear before kissing her cheek. He stepped back and stroked her hair, brushing strands away from her face. He nodded at her. "Now, come!" he said and lead her to the kitchen. He had heard her belly rumble. When he stopped her cunt pressed sweetly against his hand. She was learning. His fingertips felt her wetness. He pointed at a simple wooden straight backed chair which faced the room. "Sit. Knees apart, body upright, hands resting on your thighs just below your hips. Heels off the floor. That is how you will always sit unless told otherwise. Understood?"

This instruction or order actually aroused her. The mixture of control and humiliation made her pulse race and the muscles of her pussy clench. There was no uncertainty involved, and she knew she could do it. "Yes, Jason. I understand." She seated herself the way she was told, feeling very exposed by her wide spread legs. On the other hand, it made her feel very sexy, more sexy than she had in years.

"I'm going to prepare dinner. While I do that, we can have a little talk about your cunt," Jason said as he lifted a casserole dish out of the freezer.

His use of the word "cunt" jarred Cathy. It was the "C" word, never to be used in decent company. "My um … cunt?"

Busy preparing a bundle of spaghetti for boiling, Jason looked over his shoulder. "Yes, that thing between your legs. In future you will refer to it as your cunt. I dislike pussy and hate cute names like vajajay. Use of such terms will earn you points."

"Um, what about vagina?" she asked hesitantly.

Jason sighed and wiped his hands dry with paper towels. He turned and walked briskly up to her. Without any warning he shoved two fingers into her cunt hole. "This is your vagina," he said, wriggling his fingers around inside of her for emphasis. Then he pulled his fingers out. "Shift your ass to the edge of the chair, shoulders against the back of the chair."

Confused, Cathy did as she was told, feelings of embarrassment returning when her pussy, no, her cunt, was prominently exhibited. But embarrassment quickly gave way to shock when Jason slapped her pus...cunt hard. "Ow!! That hur – "She bit her lip and lowered her head. "I'm sorry. You just caught me by surprise.

Ignoring her apology, Jason said, "That is your cunt. Tell me you understand the difference."

She raised her head and suddenly she felt the urge to grin. "I understand the difference, Jason. I won't make that mistake again."

He stroked her cheek. "I know you won't. You want to obey, don't you?" he said gently, his words more a statement than a question.

Cathy nodded, and with absolute sincerity said, "I do. I really do."

"Great. Then ask me to slap your cunt again. Show me that you want it." Jason said, staring into her eyes.

She shifted her feet slightly, feeling the throbbing and tingling that the first slap had left. The fact that she was committed, and that there really was only one response she could give made it easier. "Please slap my cunt again Jason. Help me to remember." She arched her back a little more and raised her cunt, signaling her compliance. The impact of his hand was a sudden jolt and a burst of fire between her legs. It hurt a lot, in a way that she wasn't used to. She had never had her … cunt punished before, and it was an emotional as well as physical shock. But the feeling of exposing that part of herself to be hit and hurt was a wild combination of scary and stimulating. Once she accepted the idea that her cunt was an appropriate place to be punished, the possibilities made her dizzy. The burn reached deep inside of her and her hips would have lifted off of the chair if that wouldn't have made the chair slide out from under her. As it was, her legs flexed and lifted the front legs of the chair up off of the ground before dropping back with a thump.

"I have to warn you, I'll be using your cunt that way a lot," Jason said and waited to see her response.

The thought should have horrified her, but like so much that had happened since the attack in the car park, things were upside down and she discovered that her primary emotion was curiosity, seasoned with a large pinch of horniness. She was beginning to get the hang of Jason's style, a mixture of tease and trial, and she understood that she had to go with the flow or drown. She giggled softly. "I think I will like having you use my cunt. In any way you like."

Jason patted her cunt affectionately. "Good girl. Now while I prepare dinner, I want you to hold your cunt lips apart and show yourself to me. Do it as if your life depended upon it."

Light headed with hunger and tiredness, Cathy didn't even question his command. Instead, she reached into her crotch with both hands, fitted her finger tips into her slit, and pulled hard. She had seen enough porn to know what he wanted. Looking down at the result, she saw that her clitoris wasn't completely exposed, so she adjusted her grip and tried again, and again, until at last she was satisfied that she was showing off her cunt as well as any porn star.

Taking the casserole dish out of the oven Jason said, "Are you good and open?"

"Yes I am. You can see everything," she replied. What was surprising was that she actually felt eager for him to turn around again and to look at what she was showing him. It was a game they were playing, and her body was the playing field.

He lifted the lid of the casserole and a mouth watering smell filled the kitchen. "Kotopoulo Kokkinisto, Greek chicken cooked in tomato. Hope you like chicken." He replaced the lid, checked on the pasta, and then turned around. He walked towards the widely splayed woman and tilted his head from side to side as if examining a work of art. And to Jason, she was a work of art. He loved women's bodies with a passion, although that didn't stop him from using them in the most stringent and painful ways.

Cathy felt a near irresistible urge to either squeeze her legs shut or to wriggle her hips seductively. Since she didn't have permission to exercise either option, she just sat still and prayed that he liked what he saw. She remembered a conversation from years ago with some friends about the kind of inner labia men found attractive. It all came back in a rush and she suddenly felt horribly self conscious about her labia. What if he didn't like them? She would absolutely die if he said something unkind about them. She stared at him like a deer in the headlights as he slowly paced closer and closer, his eyes never leaving her crotch. She felt an urgent need to pee when he knelt down in front of her and reached out a finger to trace the shapes of her labia.

"Very nice. Very nice indeed. I look forward to having lots of fun with little cunny here."

When he leaned forward and kissed her clitoris Cathy almost swooned in relief, as well as shuddering in pleasure. The forced exposure had made her super aware of her clit, and she almost came on the spot. "Thank you, Jason," she said breathlessly.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out three plastic clothes pins. "You will continue to eat with me, none of this dog bowl business. But, since it is a concession on my part, there is a price. For the period of the meal, you'll wear these clips on your cunt. One on each labia, and the third on your clit. And in case you're thinking it, you can't ask to be excused from the table. You are done when I am done. Take care of those clips. From now on I will expect you to put them on yourself at every meal and remove them when we are done. Losing a clip will – "

"Cost me points. I know," Cathy said with a grin, taking the clips from him. "Can I have a little pouch or something to carry them around?"

Jason chuckled. "Funny you should say that," he said. From his pocket he pulled a necklace-like chain, with a nylon mesh pouch attached. "You can wear this around your neck to carry the clips and any other little necessities that may turn up later."

"You've thought of everything," she replied.

"Experience. Now put the clips on, and we can have dinner," Jason said, going back to the food and leaving Cathy to apply the clips.

Looking at the clips in her hand, Cathy wasn't sure if she would have preferred that he placed the clips on her. But it was clear that he wanted her to be fully involved in her own humiliation and punishments. She noted with wry amusement that her labia were stiff and engorged. She wondered if her body was trying to tell her something. With a sigh she put the other two clips on the seat between her legs and pressed the arms of the clip to open its jaws. She positioned her hapless labia in between the jaws, and slowly allowed the clip to close. She hissed when the full pressure of the spring was applied to her labia. It wasn't terrible, but she guessed that it would get worse very quickly. Then she picked up the second clip and carefully picked a spot as exactly level with the first as she could manage. The pain doubled, but the second bite of the clip wasn't as hard to bear. And then there was the third one. She glanced at Jason's back. Did he know what he was asking? Could a woman possibly endure such a thing? But of course she wasn't the first to be faced with this dilemma. And judging by the casual way he had given his orders, he obviously expected her to be able to do it. Which meant that she had to do it. The jaws opened under the pressure of her fingers, and she fitted them over and around her clitoris. But he had said it was to go on her clitoris, not the hood. Surely … But her fingers were already moving, pushing her hood back, exposing her annoyingly erect clitoris. It had to go there. Without the hood her clit was too small for the clip to go on vertically. It would have to clamp on to her clit from a horizontal direction and then be allowed to hang and pull. The plastic jaws eased into position on either side. She clenched her teeth and slowly let the jaws close. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body arched and stiffened. No! It wasn't possible. He couldn't expect her to sit still with the jaws of this little horror clamped on her precious clit. It hurt too much, too intimately. She thought of the awesome pleasure that had flowed from her clit under the tongues and fingers of her lovers. What if it damaged something? What if she never felt that joy again? She started to reach for the arms of the clip and then froze when Jason turned and looked at her. Her hands retreated to their proper position on her upper thighs and she stared mutely at him, her thighs trembling under her hands.

"I see you managed to get the clips on. Nice and straight too. Is it too difficult to manage?" Jason said.

Cathy's lips parted. "Of course it's too much! I can't possibly stand this agony! I'm done with your crazy games!" Or at least that was what she had planned to say, but nothing came out. Instead she shook her head and looked down at the three clips, then back up at him.

"Great! Come on then. Let's eat. I'm sure you must be starving," he said and held out his hand to her. He helped her to her feet, noting the wince when she brought her legs together. He led her to the smaller dining table in the kitchen. "Take a seat. I'll get the food. Remember to sit properly."

Her mouth watered as he laid the table and transferred the food from the kitchen work table. He also brought a jug of blood red liquid with pieces of fruit and ice cubes floating in it. She clenched her fists, resisting the urge to snatch the clips off, while the pain slowly grew worse.

Jason came back to the table with two water glasses and set them down. Pointing at the jug he said, "Home made Sangria. You'll love it." He poured for both of them, and then sat down. "Help yourself. Put some food in your belly before gulping down too much of the Sangria," he said cheerfully. "Is there something wrong?"

"No. The food just smells so good. You're a great cook!" she said. What was wrong with her? How could she possibly think she could just sit here. The pain was … was …. ”She tried to think of a word while she loaded her plate with pasta and the rich smelling chicken dish. There was also a large steaming bowl of fragrant soup, smelling of cabbage and some kind of meat and tangy with black pepper. She sipped the Sangria, twirled the spaghetti around her fork, and tasted the food. "Mmm, good!" she said. Then she thought of the appropriate word. Bearable. That was it. Bearable.

***

Jason smiled as he pushed his plate away and poured himself a bit more Sangria. Cathy was both happily rubbing her tummy, and fidgeting from the nagging pain of the clips. "All right. Come around here and let me watch as you take the clips off."

Very conscious that she was once more on display, Cathy stood up, the movement causing a fresh wave of pain to rush through her cunt when the clips shook and vibrated. However, although the pain was as intense as before if not more so, her attitude had changed. She had endured it for nearly an hour, sitting still, eating and drinking, and even managing conversation with Jason while her clit and labia were being crushed, or at least very painfully pinched, and she was actually feeling pretty proud of herself. In addition, she was feeling some real confidence that she could really carry out her part of their agreement and even find some pleasure and fun in it. Even though each step tugged and jiggled the clips, especially the one on her clit, sending sharp stabs of pain shooting up into her loins through her vagina and making her uterus tingle, she rocked her hips as she walked, placing one foot in front of the other.

Jason drank in every aspect of her approach, and he did not miss the effort she was making or the additional pain she was causing herself in order to make herself look sexy. He waited until she was standing right in front of him and put his hands on her hips. He noted with approval that she didn't immediately pull the clips off but waited for permission. "All right. You can take them off now. Labia first, clit last."

Cathy shuffled her feet apart, her hands shaking with eagerness to get the clips off. Now that relief was almost at hand, the pain had suddenly become unbearable again, and it was torture not to just snatch them off. Instead she carefully took hold of one and pressed on its arms to open the jaws. She almost dropped the clip when the rush of blood into the crushed labia created a fresh new pain of its own, and she was unable to restrain herself from uttering a moan. "Oh shit!"

Jason laughed softly as he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I forgot to warn you that they hurt even more coming off. Lucky for you I don't mind bad language. Now the next one."

Expecting the pain, this time Cathy managed it with more dignity. Of course the pain was the same, and her knees trembled. Naturally her mind was on how her clit was going to feel when its clip came off. Suddenly she wasn't as eager to remove it. But of course it had to happen and she looked at Jason.

"You can do it. I won't even blame you for a cuss or two," he said, patting her hip.

Encouraged by his assurance and driven by the pain, Cathy took the clip off her clitoris. Only pride stopped her from jumping around and waving her arms, and she grabbed Jason's wrists without conscious thought, squeezing hard as her lips worked in silent obscenities. But even bad things end, and after a moment she was able to talk without sounding like she was complaining. "Will it get easier?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.

Her fingers were still gripping his wrists with crushing force and whitening the skin under her hands, but he decided to let them be for the moment. "It depends on you. Many girls find it eases if they don't fight it and try to accept the pain. Some even come to enjoy it. My advice, don't try to just ignore it. Breathe, deep and steady."

Cathy nodded and tried to take his advice. She focused her mind on her throbbing, aching clitoris while letting all her muscles relax. She realized that she was still gripping him hard and let go with a mumbled apology. Then she inhaled deeply and let the breath flow out of her in a steady stream. In moments, the fire in her cunt had eased to a steady thudding ache, and the crushing pain that she had experienced during the meal seemed to fade a little in her memory. "Thank you. For being patient with me." When he took his hands from her hips she gathered up the pins, slipped them into the pouch and placed the chain around her neck. She was surprised when he stood up, gathered her into his arms and kissed her soundly. It felt good.

Jason took her hand and led her into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, he pointed at the floor in front of him. "Kneel."

This constant and casual switching from kindness to servitude made her a little dizzy, but also made it easier for her to accept. She realized that even though he displayed none of the polished suit or leather wearing Doms of her fiction world, Jason was no less skilled in the handling of a slave. The realization that she had used the word slave in her mind, even though he had never asked it of her, made something click. If she was going to live the life of a sex slave, she wanted to claim the title as well. It didn't feel demeaning or oppressive to her. In fact she liked it. It rolled off of her tongue with a honeyed smoothness. Slave. "Yes Jason, your slave obeys," she said clearly as she bent her knees. Without being told she spread her thighs wide and sat back upon her heels with her hands behind her back, gripping her elbows. Looking up at him, she finally felt at ease.

Chapter Three

Jason leaned back in the sofa and looked at his new slave. They were just starting out, but she seemed definitely promising. "You've done really well today, Cathy. I hope you understand that it's just the start. Before we're done, I'm going to do things to you, and have you do things that you can't even imagine right now. My guess is that you'll come to enjoy most of it if you choose to."

Cathy absorbed this in silence. "When I approached you this morning I thought I knew BDSM and what you would want. I was obviously wrong. But what you've done, how you've treated me, I think I might like it. I don't know how I'll react the first time you hurt me beyond bearing, but I guess you know that too. What I do know is that right now, kneeling here at your feet, I feel really horny, even though my cunt is still sore from the clips, so I guess that's a good sign."

Jason leaned forwards and stroked his hands over her hair and down her neck to her shoulders. "We have a bargain and I'm going to hold you to it. But as much as possible, I want you to feel comfortable and at home here, and I hope that we will be more than friends."

She made a comfortable purring noise when his hands moved down to cup her breasts. "I could definitely get used to that," she said with a shy smile. "I admit I love being touched and handled like I was a pet or … a slave. It makes me really wet."

"Great. Then you're all set to come for me. Stay right there and play with yourself until you come. And don't think I won't know if you're faking it. Faking means more points!"

This made Cathy laugh, and she felt truly relaxed and happy for the first time in a good long while. "Should I do it now?" His hands felt strong and warm on her shoulders, and she actually wanted to do it.

"Yeah, rub yourself. Show me how hard you can come." Jason would have liked to have her on his lap while she played with herself, but right now he wanted her to get used to kneeling for sex play. With his hands still on her shoulders, he leaned over until his forehead was almost touching hers and he was looking down into her lap. He felt her shoulders move, and he could smell the fragrance of the shampoo he had given her to use. He heard her breathing take on a more rapid and rhythmic pace, and he watched in fascination while her fingers rubbed and circled her cunt. He was pleased that she had been open to this as well. Some women who had come to him had strong hang-ups about masturbating, at least in front of somebody else. "That's it. Rub that clit. Tell me when you're close to coming. Remember that as long as you're my slave, your orgasms are mine to give or withhold."

Cathy had read about orgasm control, but had never tried it before. As a child she had been severely punished by her mother when she had been caught masturbating, but instead of discouraging her, it only made her desire more intense and tinged with darkness. She loved Jason's closeness and the touch of his hands on her shoulders. It made her feel so helpless and owned. She reveled in the shame of doing such a dirty, intimate thing in front of a man while he watched, close enough to hear the sound of her fingers working her wetness and the soft whimpering moans she made as she drove herself closer to her orgasm. She wondered how close she could come without actually coming, and it was sweet torment to know that she would have to await his permission. And what if he said no? The thought of going to bed tonight while unsatisfied was awful beyond words.

He could smell her arousal, her heated scent rising up from her crotch, and from the sounds she was making and the urgency of the way she was rubbing her clit, he wondered if she would come without permission. Then her fingers lifted away from her cunt as if it was too hot to touch.

"I'm close, Jason. Very close. May I come?" she asked breathlessly.

Jason's reply was to reach down to her cunt with one hand, and to grip and pinch her inner labia hard.

She would have toppled over backwards if not for his hand on her shoulder, but the crushing of her labia didn't extinguish her sexual fire. It did pull her back from her orgasm, but it also made her arousal broader and deeper. Her palms turned upwards and rested upon her thighs as she abandoned her body to his pleasure. His fingernails pinched her labia and her head slowly fell back in delight. Her orgasm glowed and swelled inside her loins, waiting to explode. She wanted it so badly, but she delighted in having her cunt used and abused in a way that ignored her feelings or needs, but yet spoke directly to them, and she moaned.

"Now you can come," Jason said, replacing his hand on her shoulder.

Cathy's fingers went back to her cunt with indecent haste and rubbed her clitoris in a blur of motion, and it didn't take long before she cried out in ecstasy, the constraints of his hands clamped on her shoulders feeling like safety belts as she juddered and rocked. The restriction of her motion seemed to focus and intensify her orgasm, and her teeth squeaked as she ground them together. While she was still quivering, his hands went under her armpits and she felt herself lifted onto shaky legs, and then up onto the sofa, kneeling astride his thighs with her arms around his neck. On impulse she kissed him hard. "Fuck me, use me, come in me. Do whatever you like," she said in between kisses. When she realized that his cock was free and erect, she rocked and wiggled her hips, looking for a connection. When she felt the pressure at the mouth of her vagina she let her weight sink down and groaned when his hardness surged upward to stretch and fill her. She hadn't had a man inside of her for over two years and she gripped him tightly with her inner muscles, delighting in the feeling of being filled. After all that she had been through, she was more than ready to be fucked and to come again, so when he gripped her hips and urged her into an up and down motion, she forgot all tiredness and pain, losing herself to sheer lust.

Jason had been building up a good head of sexual steam as well, and he thrust up into Cathy's cunt hard, enjoying the joy of simple honest fucking. Despite this, he didn't miss her earthy response and the lack of any attempt to fake or accentuate her moans or cries of enjoyment. His orgasm wasn't long in coming, and he didn't allow concerns over her climax to distract him from enjoying it to the fullest. The orgasm hit him like a blast of heat and his fingers dug hard into her hips as he pulled her down to meet his hard, hammering thrusts which shot his semen into her.

Cathy didn't quite achieve another orgasm, but she was well satisfied with how the evening had ended, and she suspected that Jason had too, which made her smile in happy satisfaction as she clung to him, rubbing her breasts against his shirt. Ordinarily she would have pulled herself off of his cock and headed for the bathroom to wash up. However, in this case, she continued to hold him in her cunt and cuddle him in her arms. She was here to give him pleasure, to make him happy in order that she could be safe, she told herself. But if that was all, why did she feel so good in his arms and with his cock held deep inside of herself?

Jason could have had her sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed, but he judged that she had gone through enough this day to earn a good night's sleep. Besides, she would need all the rest she could get tomorrow. After she had gone to bed, he went to his computer in order to send some emails regarding his new slave. If anyone started asking questions about her he would hear about it. He also dropped casual hints to friends about a new live in companion so that no one would question her presence.

Chapter Four

Cathy woke up spluttering indignantly when her blanket was stripped from her bare body and a heavy hand cracked against her buttock, leaving a bright red hand print. "What the – " Memory and awareness of the previous day's events and her current status caught up with her mind just in time for her not to say something that she was sure she would have regretted. "Oh! Um, good morning Jason."

"It's a very good morning, perfect for a morning run before breakfast. Go and brush your teeth and use the toilet if you need to, and then meet me in the kitchen," Jason replied, grinning widely as he admired the view of her scrambling out of bed.

***

Cathy walked bare footed into the kitchen, feeling a lot more human after washing up and brushing her hair and tying it back into a ponytail. She even managed a genuine smile when she saw the mug of coffee that he held out towards her. "Thanks. I could really use that. I thought I was quite fit, but I haven't been this stiff in years. And I think I've got a little sunburn in delicate places. Not complaining, just giving a status report," she said, gulping down the coffee greedily.

"There's socks and a pair of running shoes over there that should fit you. Put them on, and let's get going," Jason said, pointing at the new pair of shoes by the kitchen door. Then he picked up a slim rattan cane the length of his arm and went to stand by the door, tapping the cane against his leg. When she was ready he led her out into the yard.

Being naked in the open still made Cathy uneasy, but she had never seen anyone except scheduled delivery people come to the house during her recovery and even then they always came to the front. The air was brisk enough to make her shiver when she stepped into the open, but she guessed that she would be grateful for the coolness soon enough. However, the socks and shoes helped make her feel less naked, as ridiculous as that was.

"All right. We're going to start with some warm up exercises." He held up the cane and smiled at her. "If I think you need encouragement I'll use this on you. If I think you're slacking, I'll use this on you. In fact – "

Cathy swung her arms around, loosening up. "In other words, you're going to use it whenever you feel like it." When he grinned she nodded and smiled, to show her willing acceptance, not that it would have made any difference. However, that little byplay made her feel more of a participant in a kinky game and not a victim. She decided on a little boldness. "Do you have any particular target in mind?" she said, putting her hands behind her neck in a glamor pose. The way he looked at her, a mixture of lustful admiration and something a lot darker, made her ragingly horny. Suddenly she wanted to feel the cane, and it didn't matter where. She was well aware that her lifted arms highlighted her breasts, and being caned on her breasts was another thing she had never experienced. Her nipples tingled and stiffened, and she wondered if he noticed.

"Hmm, so much loveliness, and just one cane," Jason said and playfully brushed her nipples with his fingers, letting her know that he had in fact noticed.

Cathy beamed and arched her back to lift her breasts just a little bit more. "Ow!" she cried, mostly in surprise when the cane snapped lightly across her buttocks.

"Jumping jacks! Go, go, go!" Jason shouted, swishing the cane menacingly close to her body as encouragement, and snapping it across her buttocks and thighs at the peak of her jumps.

"All right, enough of that. On your back. Draw those knees up to your breasts! One, two, one, two!" The cane beat time, stinging her breasts and then the tight curve of her buttocks.

Panting and sweating, Cathy threw herself into the warm up routine. It was like having a personal trainer, one that used a cane. She could tell that he was controlling his strokes, inflicting sharp stinging snaps that made her jump but weren't so painful as to make her stop what she was doing. By the time he called a halt, her body was liberally decorated with pink streaks. She sat on the grass, leaning back on her arms and long legs spread in a most unladylike manner. She realized that he had spared her inner thighs and her cunt. Which meant he had plans for them. "That was quite a warm up," she said, deliberately bending a knee and accentuating the spread of her thighs. "What's next?" she asked when he handed her a bottle of water.

"A run out to a nice grove just over that hill. There's a small lake there where you can have a swim and we can play," Jason said, pointing the direction. "I'll be riding an electric trail bike so I'll bring stuff for a picnic, and you can ride it back. Wait here and I'll get the bike."

Cathy watched him walk away and thought about how skilfully he had drawn her into her crazy new role as his sexual plaything. Although she had taken more pain and done more humiliating and submissive things here than she had ever done in her life, she had not at any point felt afraid or desirous of leaving, even though she was sure that this was just the beginning. She didn't doubt that she would be terrified, even possibly repulsed by the things to come, at the same time she simply wanted to try it all, to know what she was capable of, even if she had to scream her way to the final lap. This wasn't what she had expected when she first thought of the idea, but perhaps her subconscious had actually been pushing her in a direction she wanted to go ever since she had seen those books in the library.

Jason returned riding an off-road motorcycle that moved along in eerie near silence and ground to a halt near to the startled Cathy. "Gets me there without startling livestock and scaring the wildlife."

Cathy spotted the stock of a rifle protruding from a custom scabbard attached to the bike. "The wildlife must get pretty wild. Should I be scared?"

He shrugged. "Wide open spaces and a single occupant for miles attracts all sorts of unwelcome visitors. I like to be prepared."

"I guess that should reassure me, since I'm looking to you for protection," she said as she got to her feet and prepared to run.

"Head towards that lone tree over there and I'll follow. Set your own pace. Don't let the bike, or me, push you," Jason said, nodding towards the tree.

"I'm not much of a runner," Cathy replied as she started off. When she heard the hum and rumbling hiss of the strange motorcycle behind her she was immediately tempted to run faster, and she understood his warning. Unless she paced herself carefully she would never make it to the lake. For once she was glad that her breasts weren't larger. Without a bra, the bouncing of even her medium sized ones quickly became uncomfortable. As she ran she pondered what Jason had in store for her, assuming she made it there without ignominiously being slung over the back seat of his bike and carted there like a hunting trophy. As she ran she started sweating again and she wondered if he found it attractive or disgusting. He certainly seemed keen to put her in situations that would make her perspire. The memory of bouncing up and down on his cock last night made her smile.

Jason rolled slowly along, the electric bike easier to control at very slow speeds than a combustion engine. Cathy ran well, with a natural athleticism and grace. She seemed a fitting part of the landscape in her nudity, and he loved watching the flow of her muscles and the way her skin glistened in the sunlight. The pattern of pink stripes that decorated her body added a touch of the exotic and forbidden to her appearance. He intended to push her hard today so that both of them could find out if she was really suited to being his companion. Screams didn't carry far in wide open spaces. While he was capable of as much cunning as the next man, perhaps more, he had no interest in playing mind games with Cathy, or trying to break her will or spirit. His sexuality was as simple as the surroundings that he had chosen as home. His experience in the battlefields and with politics had left him with a distaste for playing mental and emotional games just for the sake of it. She had good buttocks, and they rocked and wriggled enticingly as she ran.

Her muscles burned and her chest ached as she continued to jog along, and her destination seemed impossibly far away. She had begun to fear that she wouldn't be able to keep going, and she feared even more the look of disappointment on Jason's face if she simply gave up and fell onto the grass. She stumbled and almost fell, and then realized that the motorcycle had moved up to run parallel to her.

"Would you like a rest? But it will cost you," Jason said.

Cathy had a good idea what the cost would be, but right then any kind of punishment seemed more appealing than continuing to run. "That would be great," she called back. When he signaled that she could stop she slowed and then came to a halt, walking slowly in circles to cool down, her hands on her hips and panting. She swallowed the water he handed her gratefully, pouring some of it on her face and chest. As soon as she could manage it, she straightened and put her arms behind her back.

Jason nodded approvingly and ran his hand from her neck down to cup a breast. "You're doing well," he said, and kissed her.

"Thanks. I'm sorry I'm all sticky and... " she said, nodding down at herself.

"I think you look sexy," Jason replied, giving her breast a squeeze.

"Flattery will get you into any of my holes you want," she said, grinning.

"A most excellent attitude," Jason said, chuckling.

"I was never like this before. You must be having a good influence on me," she said with a straight face. "I believe you mentioned a price?" His hand rubbing her nipple was making her horny, and she was starting to enjoy standing naked in the open like this.

Jason reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paracord about a yard in length. "How about a little whipping?"

Cathy pretended to examine her body. "You seem to have covered most of me already, except for..." she glanced down at her crotch. "Oops! Should I have mentioned that?" she said, her innocent air spoiled by her grin. She remembered how she had felt when he pinched her cunt last night, and she was eager to see what else he might do to her there.

He doubled up the rope and skilfully tied several large knots at the bend. Holding the two ends he swung the improvised lash, which made a menacing swish in the air. "Legs apart, bend over, your hands on your knees. You can bend your legs too. Stick that backside out at me. When she was in position he reached between her legs to hold her cunt. "I'm going to give this pretty thing a warming. I expect you to keep it held out like this until I'm done. Anything more than a wiggle and I'll hogtie you and give you double. Understood?"

"Yes Jason, I understand," Cathy replied, his grip on her cunt sending a delicious tremor of fear and lustful anticipation coursing through her veins like a shot of vodka. In her mind she shouted, "Look at me! I'm about to have my cunt beaten, and I don't care who sees!" When he took his hand away her cunt felt shockingly exposed, and her cunt muscles clenched over and over in anticipation. She gasped when the knotted rope swung lazily up between her thighs to slap softly against her cunt. The shock of the impact, more a promise than a blow, was almost orgasmic in intensity. "Yes," she whispered.

He could see her cunt clearly, her inner lips forming a frill of darker pink, glistening wetness showing between them. Eventually he would teach her to make her clit peek out while in this position, but right now the finer details could wait. Now that he had the range, it was time to get down to business. He set the knotted end of his makeshift whip in motion, spinning around his hand in an underhand motion that sent the flail rising up between Cathy's legs. His aim was nearly perfect and the knots smacked into her cunt with a satisfying impact.

When the flail struck her cunt, the knots imparted much more energy than a plain whip, adding a thump to the stinging smack of the lash. The intense and focused pain made her want to jump up and drop to her knees at the same time. And yet the need to keep her ass pushed out and her cunt exposed was undeniably hot and exciting in an indescribable way. She realized that he had not told her how many strokes she would have to bear, but the uncertainty and the fear it caused only added spice to what he was doing to her. Digging her fingers into her knees, she braced herself for the next stroke. When the knots slammed into her slit again she hissed and arched her back, but managed to otherwise remain still. When she felt his hand stroke her mound she moaned in approval, shamelessly pressing her cunt against his palm in abandoned lust and desire.

Jason was both surprised and impressed by her sensuality. Although he had known many women with powerful sexual drives, Cathy had not struck him as someone who could abandon herself to the joys of carnality and masochism. The warm slick wetness that coated his palm was ample proof that she wasn't simply playing the part to please him. "Ready for more?" he asked, once again deliberately not mentioning the extent of her punishment.

"Whatever you want, Jason," Cathy replied, her cunt tingling and aching with a need she had never known before. When the knots kissed her cunt with flame once more, it would have been hard for anyone to tell if her cry was one of delight or agony. The touch of his fingers seemed like a seal of approval, and despite the soreness of her cunt she welcomed it wholeheartedly. The slamming bite of the knots followed by the warm caress continued, and she didn't even bother to count the strokes any more, lost in a pulsing haze of red tinged lust. She closed her eyes and tried to picture how she looked to Jason, and that simply stoked her erotic fires even more. The slap-thud of the rope against her cunt pushed her hard, especially when it caught her clitoris, but she sensed that as painful as it was, she was nowhere near to her limit, and this realization actually made it easier for her to open herself up to the unique feeling of having her cunt beaten in the middle of the huge expanse of open land.

Jason stopped after the fifteenth stroke. He observed that her cunt was nicely reddened and her inner labia had puffed up under the hard raps of the rope knots. He stuffed the rope back into his pocket and squatted down to examine her cunt, pulling the outer lips apart to inspect the inner aspects. When he was satisfied that she hadn't suffered any significant injury he stood up and gave her bottom a slap. "You can stand up now. I'll give you five minutes more, and then we need to get moving again." Looking into her eyes he said, "How do you feel?"

She flashed him a smile. "Sore down there as expected, but overall I'm good. Better than I thought I'd be," she said. She willingly went into his arms and tilted her head up for his kiss. She giggled and whispered, "Don't tell anybody, but I'm really horny."

He whispered back. "You're going to have to stay horny for now. You've still got a run ahead of you."

She pouted playfully. "Meanie!" Then her eyes popped open. "Whoo-hoo!" His fingers had dug into her buttocks with crushing force, half lifting her off the ground. "All right, I'll run! I'll run!" She set off as soon as her feet were on the ground, her buttocks still throbbing as if his fingers were still being applied to her ass. Each jolt of her soles against the grassy ground made her cunt ache as well, but for some reason she didn't seem to mind, just as she didn't mind that she was running towards more of the same.

***

"It's beautiful!" Cathy said. She would have hopped up and down in excitement, but her legs were rubbery and she badly wanted to collapse on the grass or jump into the lake. Instead, she stood with her hands behind her, shoulders back, and legs straight.

Standing beside her Jason nodded. "It is very pretty. It's one of the reasons I took this place. Would you like to take a dip?"

"Yes please!" Then Cathy raised an eyebrow. "There's a price, isn't there?"

"Just a small one. I want you to lie on your back, legs drawn up and apart, and I want you to ask me to step on your cunt," Jason said.

Her first reaction was to cover her cunt with her hands. She would have opened her legs to him without hesitation if he had produced the whip, but somehow the idea of letting him step on her cunt instinctively raised her hackles. She knew it didn't make much sense, but the feeling of humiliation was cringe-making.

"Something the matter?" Jason asked, seeing her hesitation.

"I … " When Cathy tried to express her objection in words, she realized that she had no objection other than her pride. She also saw that Jason knew it too and silently sighed. She guessed that there were many such moments to come, where she would come up against what she had assumed were hard limits and have to decide just how hard they really were. "No. You just caught me by surprise – again." She shrugged ruefully and lowered herself onto the mixture of sandy soil and grass. Although she should have been used to spreading her legs for him by now, she felt a curious hesitancy and even a return of her feelings of shame. But her legs lifted, bent, and spread despite her misgivings. "I … I'm ready."

It was always interesting to Jason whenever he did this for the first time with a woman, and then watched how they responded. He moved to stand facing her, his right foot lined up with her crotch. Lifting his boot, he moved it over her cunt and without fanfare, lowered it until he felt her cunt touch the soil and sand covered sole. With his eyes focused upon her face, he let his foot ease down until it was resting firmly upon her cunt.

For once, Cathy had to force herself to comply with Jason's order. She mentally cringed as she watched his boot approach her cunt and it was all she could do not to clamp her thighs together. Then it was too late and she felt the hard surface of his boot sole touch her. But as soon as his foot pressed down on her cunt as if laying claim to uncharted territory, something inside of her changed and shifted. The humiliation was still there, but suddenly she felt owned, possessed, and her submission became a real thing inside of her mind. The tension in her thighs eased and they opened wider apart. At the same time she pushed her hips up to press her cunt against the sole of his boot, the movement grinding her slit against the sand and dirt caught in the tread of the sole. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, uncomplicated, simple. She imagined thousands of generations of submissive women all through history, all reveling in their joyful submission. Close on the heels of this awareness came lust and desire. When he started to grind his boot against her cunt she reciprocated, masturbating by rolling her hips and making her cunt scrape against the harshness of the boot. She felt like she was letting go of herself, of her doubts and fears, floating free in a sea of raw sensuality. Without realizing it, her entire body was writhing and twisting, while she uttered soft grunts of effort and moans of deep pleasure.

Jason had seen her hesitation and outrage, as well as the way she had melted into submission when his booted foot had pressed against her cunt. He could also see that she was well on her way to orgasm, and with some women he would have made her stop, kept her hot. But Cathy was diving into the depths of her submission with just a light touch on his part, and he was willing to let her have her head for now. Besides she looked damned sexy grinding against his boot like that. He was treading on her cunt hard enough that he knew it had to hurt quite a lot, but she was riding it with a fierce determination.

"I'm nearly … don't move it … oh god it ... " Then she was there and her body was gripped by a wave of irresistible convulsions and her consciousness narrowed down to a small glowing red point. Her thighs closed round his leg, holding his boot pressed tightly against her cunt as she grabbed handfuls of grass and ripped them out of the ground.

When Cathy was able to focus again, his boot was still pressed against her cunt, and a trace of her bashfulness returned when she looked up at his face, squinting against the brightness of the sky.

Jason twisted his foot just enough to make her gasp. "This belongs to me, to use in any way and at any time I choose. Do you understand?" he said, his words a statement of fact rather than a question.

The harsh grinding pressure on her cunt drove the point home and Cathy did indeed understand, in a way that was far beyond mere thought. She felt it as a simple truth. Her cunt belonged to him. Never again would she ever shy from his touch, or close her thighs to anything that he might desire to thrust into her hole. "I understand, Jason. It belongs to you. Completely," she said with absolute conviction. She had a feeling of loss when he lifted his foot. She was starting to feel all the small scratches and cuts inflicted by the gravel that had been stuck to the sole of his boot, but she accepted it as something simply to be expected as part of her new life. When he held his hand out to her she clasped his wrist and sprang to her feet, her head still spinning from all that had happened.

Jason led her out to the short wooden pier. "The water's pretty deep, but there's nothing dangerous in there except some curious fish. Come back when you're done or I call."

"Aren't you coming in?" Cathy asked, taking the pouch from around her neck and handing it to Jason.

"Maybe next time. I'll unpack our lunch while you swim," Jason replied, giving her a slap on the bottom to urge her towards the clean blue water of the lake.

***

When Cathy swam back to the pier she was feeling refreshed and recharged. Her cunt had stung when she first entered the water, but it too was feeling better, with both the sweat and dirt washed off. Jason reached down and pulled her from the water, and once again she sensed the compact strength in his body. She accepted the light microfiber towel he handed her and used it to dry her hair. Standing naked at the end of the pier, surrounded by sparkling water, grass and trees, she felt beautiful in a way that she had not experienced in a long time. She even smiled when she took back the pouch and slipped the chain over her head and around her neck again.

"How's your cunt?" Jason asked as he poured coffee from a large vacuum flask. He was sitting on a blanket he had spread on the wooden planks of the pier.

"A few scrapes, but nothing to write home about," she replied cheerfully. When he gestured she moved closer to him and spread her legs to allow him to inspect it. His touch felt good, especially when he pulled a tube of antiseptic cream from his saddlebags and applied it to her cunt, and she was wet by the time he finished. Still standing with her legs apart in front of him she extracted the clips from the pouch and applied them to her cunt, labia first then on her bared clitoris, which she noted was visibly erect. She was proud that her hand didn't waver as she let the jaws of the clip close on her clit. Just a week ago she couldn't even have imagined doing this, but now she actually felt a glow of satisfaction as she displayed her clipped cunt to Jason for his approval.

"Pretty. Very pretty." He stroked her inner thigh approvingly. "How do they feel?"

Cathy tilted her head to one side. "It's funny, they still hurt, but they don't feel as bad as yesterday. In fact, I kind of like the thought of wearing them for you."

***

After lunch, Jason took Cathy on his lap for a while, kissing and stroking her, and toying with the clips on her cunt which she hadn't taken off yet. He showed her how her cunt could be spread open by taping the labia clips to her thighs, and then made her jump by flicking the one on her clit.

"Do it again!" she said. When he did she gasped and shuddered. "Ooh, that feels so strange and shivery. And of course it hurts like nothing I've felt before."

"Should I take it off?" Jason asked, while his finger lightly tapped the clip.

"Only if you want to," Cathy replied, burying her face in his neck.

Jason kissed her lips and then said, "Take them off. It's time for something different."

***

Cathy studied the large upright wooden post about fifteen yards from the edge of the lake. "A whipping post?" she said, guessing based on old movies she had seen, even though there was no ring at the top for tying hands and odd holes drilled into the post at various heights.

"You might say that," Jason replied from behind her, his arms around her waist.

She felt his erection pressing against her buttocks and smiled in primal female satisfaction at that most basic of tributes to her desirability. "Something nastier?" she said, rubbing her buttocks against him. Somehow his strange mixture of tenderness and matter of fact sadism drove her absolutely wild with lust. It made her willing to consider things that ordinarily would have made her blanch in terror. In his arms she was content to wait for him to reveal whatever horrors he had in mind.

Jason had brought along a large pouch taken from his saddlebags. He reluctantly released his hold on Cathy's sleek body and opened the pouch. He thought for a moment and then drew out his selection.

Cathy peered over his shoulder at what he held. It was sealed in a plastic bag but there was no mistaking its phallic shape. But it was the coating of stiff plastic bristles that covered the entire surface and angled slightly downwards that made her gasp. Then she saw the circular base plate that was covered with a double circle of needle sharp metal spikes. It didn't take a genius to realize that the dildo would go into her vagina fairly painlessly, but would hurt a lot if she tried to suddenly pull herself off of it, and it would hurt even more if she pushed forward onto the spiked base plate. But when Jason dropped the pouch and turned towards her again, she eased her thighs apart to accept his hand on her cunt without a second thought, smiling when she felt his fingers slide into her vagina. "Show me," she whispered.

Jason ripped the bag open to extract the dildo. "Sterilized," he said in explanation. He walked over to the post and waved for her to come close. "Stand with your front against the post. I need to find the right height." When she was in position he tapped her cunt with a finger. "Up on your toes. Good. All right, you can step back." Having found the right height, he selected a hole in the post as close to it as possible and inserted the base of the dildo into the hole, screwing it in until the spine covered plate was almost touching the pole, leaving the dildo protruding from the pole at a shallow upward angle. "Wait here for a moment," he said and headed towards a nearby birch tree where he used his pocket knife to cut a selection of slim branches and to strip off the leaves.

Cathy had spotted the plastic box shaped step sitting in the grass nearby and dragged it up to the pole. "Did I do right?"

Jason pulled her close by grabbing her cunt and kissed her cheek. "You did just right." He grinned when he lifted his hand and showed her the glistening wetness on his fingers.

She shrugged and matched his grin. "I guess I'm a healthy girl. And a horny one." When Jason pointed to the post she stepped up onto the plastic platform. By standing on her toes she was just able to straddle the tip of the metal dildo. "Shall I... "

"Get the tip inside and then slowly lower yourself onto it. Watch out for the spikes at the end," Jason said.

Cathy gripped the post with one hand for balance and used her other hand to spread her cunt lips before lowering her heels and letting the dildo slide into her hole. The bristles tickled as row after row slid inside of her, but they didn't really hurt. Her feet were flat upon the platform when she was slightly more than half-way down the length of the dildo.

"Good. Now I'm going to remove the step, one foot at a time. Stay on your tip toes until you're sure of your position. Here we go. Right foot first." Jason pulled the right side of the stand away in an arc so that her left foot remained supported. He waited until Cathy's right foot touched the ground and she was able to balance upon it before pulling the stand entirely away.

Cathy clutched at the pole when the dildo sank all the way into her and she discovered she was forced to stay partially on her toes in order to avoid the spikes at the base. But when she tried to lift herself up again all the points of the slanted bristles stabbed into the lining of her vagina, making her gasp in pain. She realized that when her feet and legs grew tired she would be forced to lower herself onto the waiting spikes, and even if she tried to pull herself off of the dildo by dragging the bristles through her vagina, she would be unable to get off of the dildo without the aid of the step. Essentially she was trapped. Even climbing the pole was out since trying to lift her feet off of the ground would either slam her against the spikes or drive the dildo painfully against her insides. She twisted her neck to look at Jason.

"I see you're getting the idea of your predicament. You really can't win, but you get to choose which bad option you prefer. Of course, it would be boring if I just left you to it, so I'm going to provide some excitement," Jason said swishing one of the makeshift canes.

Cathy had to fight down a surge of panic. She understood that this was as much a test of her trust in Jason not to seriously injure her or let her get injured, as much as a trial of pain. She nodded and pressed her forehead against the post. "I'm ready."

Jason patted her shoulder. "Good girl." Taking a step back, he commenced to pepper her body with snappy blows of the slim branch. He started lightly, no more than warming her skin. But the strokes also had the effect of making her move on the impaling dildo, first making her drop down against the spines which pricked her labia and even her clitoris, and then pull back in reaction, only to encounter the myriad of bristles that dragged against her vagina. The movements caused by the light strokes were slight but still sharply uncomfortable.

The first hard stroke cut across her buttocks and she couldn't prevent her hips from moving. She cried out in anticipation before the spikes pricked her cunt, and she instinctively pulled back, driving the stiff bristles into her vagina instead. She caught herself before she could plunge forward again, forcing herself into stillness. A bar of fire simmered across her buttocks, a warning of what was to come.

Jason spaced out his strokes, giving her a chance to catch herself before the next slash of the rod, but he knew from experience it was nearly impossible to remain completely immobile while being caned, especially when she couldn't see the strokes coming. He struck again, this time across the backs of her thighs, and he watched in fascination the triple chain of pained responses to the single blow. When she stopped quivering he stepped close and kissed her shoulder. "How are you doing?" he asked gently while his fingers lightly traced the raised weals on her buttocks.

Cathy had been close to panic, but once again, Jason's unexpected gentleness and concern helped her to focus and calm down. While his strength and will was causing her this pain, it also made her feel safe and protected. His touch both soothed and calmed, even though the awful contraption in her cunt was still tormenting her. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then said, "I'm all right now. And I understand. I was trying to avoid being hurt by the dildo and the spikes, but I'm supposed to be hurt aren't I? I'm here on this pole to give you the pain of my cunt, and my only choice is the spikes or the bristles."

Jason wove his fingers into her hair, took a grip and used it to turn her head towards him. "Clever girl." He tilted her head back and kissed her firmly, passionately.

The kiss left Cathy panting and flushed, feeling like a young woman on her first date, even though she was in the middle of a field with her cunt impaled on a spiked horror. Everything seemed fresh and clean. Jason wasn't playing mind games with her, or trying to manipulate her. His requirements and expectations were uncomplicated. Obedience and submission. It was that simple. He was still holding her hair, and it felt good. She lowered one hand from the post and reached down to find his crotch. He was still hard and she gently stroked it, delighting in her ability to arouse him like this. "I'm ready," she said, and moaned when he kissed her again.

Stepping back, Jason picked a fresh rod and swished it through the air and smiled at her slight flinch and her gasp when her clitoris pressed against the spines.

But this time Cathy didn't respond with a panicked jerk of her hips. Instead she accepted the bite of the spines, only easing back slowly, and once again accepting the multiple jabs of the dildo's bristles in her vagina. It left her cunt raw and aching, but this time she didn't fight it. With her calm came a flicker of pleasure, and a resurgence of her confidence. When the next hard whack of the rod landed on her buttocks she hissed and allowed her hips to smoothly rock forward and back, her cunt kissing the spines and then rocking back against the stabbing bristles that scraped the lining of her vagina, pain exploding like a shower of burning red sparks that seemed to ignite her innate masochism. Lust enveloped her being in a cloud of sensuality, and she gripped her breasts with her hands and squeezed. As the whipping continued she began to anticipate the moment the spines would prick her clitoris, sending an exquisite jolt of pleasure and pain shooting up her spine to flood her mind with delight, and then she would deliberately pull back against the bristles, punishing her vagina with more wonderful pain.

Jason caned her buttocks and thighs until they were a mass of blood flecked weals, and he was truly impressed as well as aroused by the fact that Cathy didn't waver right up to the last stroke. He tossed the splintered rod aside and moved close to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. "It's done, and you were magnificent," he said kissing her arm.

"Was I?" Cathy said, still in an almost trance-like state. "I just want to please you." She moaned softly when he pulled her hair again to kiss her. She was fully alert and aware by the time Jason had pulled the box-step up to the post. She realized that pulling herself off of the dildo would be an ordeal in itself. With her feet planted firmly on the box-step and with Jason supporting her, she slowly straightened her legs, pulling the dildo out of her vagina, row after row of bristles dragging and scraping their way out of her body. The feeling of his hands on her seemed to give her the strength to gracefully lift herself off of the end of the dildo and step off of the platform and into his arms. She cried out in joy like a little girl and giggled when he stooped down and lifted her off of her feet. With her face pressed against his chest, all the pain and fear faded away, lost in the moment as he carried her back to the blanket on the pier.

The coffee from the flask was still hot and Cathy sipped it gratefully as Jason wiped her down with a wet scented cloth. Trustingly she parted her legs for him to apply a soothing and antiseptic salve on her cunt. Then somehow they were cuddled together on the blanket and she fell asleep with the sound of his heartbeat in her ear.

***

When Cathy woke Jason's eyes were still closed. A warm wind blew across the lake, and there was the sound of far away bird calls. It was possible to imagine that they were totally alone in the world. She studied the sleeping man and she tried to decide what she felt. She realized that she had been fooling herself even when she had made the offer to him. Her self serving and business-like proposal had been a mask, a pretense that she used to hide the truth from herself. The trouble was, what was the truth? The thought of having a Romeo and Juliet crush on him made her snort in amusement, but there was definitely something. He made her feel safe, but more importantly, he made her feel wanted, desired … desirable. For someone who had been on the run for so many years, never being able to confide in anyone, it was pretty devastating to finally find some human contact, as well as a man who matched her sexuality so well, better than she dared to imagine. She wanted this, wanted it more than life itself. She would rather die than go back to the empty, fearful existence she had known before he had dragged her out of her car. She wanted desperately to prove her true feelings to him, and as she sat and stared at his lean, work hardened body, her mind went back to the books she had read in his library, mentally flipping through the pages and the many outrageously perverted scenes, until one image appeared in her mind. It wasn't very dramatic, and didn't involve blood, but it felt symbolic of her desire to serve and submit to him in every way possible. With her mind made up, she sat next to him enjoying the mild sunshine and the gentle rustling of nature all about her.

***

Jason had known the moment she had stirred, but he chose to give her some private time to gather her thoughts and absorb what she had experienced at the post. It was still possible she could change her mind and decide to risk running rather than stay to endure his admittedly kinky desires. He would be disappointed if she did, but he would give her all the help he could. With that in mind, he decided to take a step that he had been debating for several days. In a way it would be an intrusion, but he judged that it would help him watch over her even if she left. That decision made, he stretched and opened his eyes. "Hi there, sexy."

Cathy smiled, the corners of her eyes wrinkling in genuine delight. "I'm pretty battered and bruised. I'm glad you still find me sexy."

Jason rolled up into a sitting position in a single motion, and with a quick twist sat knee to knee with her. "I placed those marks on you. Why would they make you any less attractive to me?" Although he was quite sincere, he saw that he had said the right thing when she crawled over on all fours to sit in his lap pressing herself against him. He stroked her naked form, enjoying the velvet smoothness of her skin and how she opened herself to his touch. But after a moment he kissed the top of her head and said, "As good as this feels, nature calls. I need to visit the back of a bush."

Cathy had been anticipating this and with her heart pounding, she touched his arm. "You don't need to go behind a bush for that," she said.

Jason frowned in surprise. "I'm not going to piss into the lake," he said, looking around to see if he had missed something.

Cathy swallowed nervously and said, "No, of course not. But you could piss into me. If you wanted to." She prayed desperately that she hadn't made an absolute fool of herself as she waited for his response.

He looked into her eyes. "You'd do that for me?"

She nodded. "That and more. I want to be whatever you want me to be." When he started to rise she got on her knees in front of him and put her hands on his thighs, feeling the hard muscle underneath the denim.

Jason touched her head with his fingers, as if giving a blessing. "Are you sure about this? It's all or nothing. I won't be pleased if you spit or throw up on me. I won't be angry if you change your mind."

In reply Cathy moved her fingers to his fly and carefully pulled the tab of his zipper down. Reaching into his fly she discovered that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, and extracted his cock, which was rapidly growing hard under her touch. "Er, is this going to be a problem?"

Jason chuckled. "Most men learn how to piss with a hard-on pretty soon. The only problem is aiming when you're using a toilet bowl." Then her lips closed over the head of his cock. "Damn, that feels good. If you have trouble keeping up, tap my leg and I'll try to hold back. You ready?"

Cathy blinked and nodded without taking her mouth from his cock and took a deep breath through her nostrils. She had no idea what piss would taste like, but she guessed it wouldn't be very pleasant. However, it was her idea, and she was determined that she would drink down every last drop even if it killed her.

"Here it comes," Jason said, and let the flow go past the point of no return.

Cathy's fingers tightened on Jason's thighs as her mouth was flooded with a rush of warm, bitter and slightly sour liquid. It felt like she was drowning, and the odor made her want to gag, but she closed her mind to all of it and concentrated on swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. When her lungs began to protest she snorted a quick breath through her nostrils and then gulped down the accumulation of liquid in her mouth. That breath carried more of the smell of his piss into her nose, and for a second she thought she was going to throw up. But she swallowed, and swallowed again, and she realized that she could do it. It was like chugging back a bottle of beer, which she had done more than once in college. Before the stream of piss tapered off, she had even begun to enjoy the feeling of his cock in her mouth, and the idea of performing such an intimate service for him. As the last drops flowed onto her tongue she felt a glow of pride and licked the tip of his cock clean before finally letting his cock pop free of her lips.

Jason lifted her to her feet and kissed her on the lips to let her know he didn't feel any disgust at what she had just done. "That was impressive and really hot."

Cathy was so excited that she was hopping from foot to foot. "I'm so glad you liked it! I was sooo afraid that you would be like … yuck." She wrapped her fingers around his still erect cock and said, "If you liked it, I'll be happy to do it whenever you want. Really." Then she looked down at his erection. "Um is there anything else you'd like me to swallow?"

He laughed and hugged her, pressing his cock against her belly. "Now that you mention it…"

Cathy was on her knees and had his cock back in her mouth before he finished the sentence. A blowjob was something she knew how to do, and she would give him the best one ever. As she sucked and licked, she felt the need to pee herself, and she remembered her night in chains. She was pretty sure that he would like to watch, and she managed a grin even with his cock between her lips.

Chapter Five

After dinner, during which Cathy insisted upon wearing her clips despite the damage the spikes had done, Jason gave her some pain killers and ordered her to bed. The medication was powerful and it wasn't long before she was sound asleep. When she didn't respond to a gentle shaking of her shoulder, Jason went to the drawer where her meager personal belongings were kept and extracted her cell phone. With the device in hand he walked to his study and sat down at his desk. He opened a drawer and took out several small items. A few months ago he had purchased a SIM card copier from the internet on a whim in order to make a back-up copy of his cell phone's SIM. Now he plugged the device into his PC and used it to make a copy of Cathy's SIM. His own phone was capable of holding two SIM cards at once, and now he would be able to hear any calls made or received from her phone as well as to read any text messages. He really didn't expect to need this precaution, but he had promised to protect her, and that included protecting her from herself. The copying done, he reinserted the SIM in her phone and took it back to her room. She was still sleeping soundly and the prick marks on her cunt seemed to be healing cleanly without any signs of infection.

***

They quickly settled into a loose routine that began with a morning run for Cathy. Sometimes Jason would run with her, while other times when he needed to inspect or do work in more distant parts of the property he would use the electric motorcycle and she would ride behind him, warm and sweaty from her exertions. He was constantly amazed and delighted at how willing and devoted she was to his pleasure and happiness, and the joy she found in her submission, which grew deeper every day.

Cathy found a devilish amusement in finding new and inventive ways for Jason to use her body, and in doing so, found her own sexuality and enjoyment of life in general growing and expanding in ways she never thought possible. She was constantly horny, even when she was doing chores at Jason's side, or when she helped him with keeping his books and managing the financial and legal aspects of his property and investments. She was always naked except when she wore one of the sports bras he had ordered over the internet during her runs or when doing anything else that might cause her breasts to bounce uncomfortably. But she never wore panties or any other clothing below the waist, and if the weather got chilly she wore a robe or wrap around dress that allowed her to get naked quickly. Jason was constantly touching her cunt, whether it was simply a light pat or brush of his fingers, or a more intense touching, and she was the one who came up with the idea that she should use her fingers to expose her clitoris for his touch whenever he snapped his fingers, no matter where she was or what she was doing. Her clitoris was very sensitive, and often she would be left quivering and moaning when he summoned her over to his side, her clit held bare, and he would absently toy with it as he read an article on the internet or simply sipped his coffee.

Her every bodily function was his to control, and she came to enjoy having to ask Jason for permission to use the toilet, or even to change a tampon, and sometimes he would go with her to watch, or she would bring a basin out to wherever he was and pee in front of him. He also loved to watch her masturbate, and she spent much time planning and working on new and different routines, making her masturbation into little performances that included dances, or Yoga-like poses and stretching.

Jason was equally engrossed with his new playmate. Although she was effectively his sex slave, he never thought of her in that way. Rather he saw her as a partner and companion. Not necessarily an equal partner, of course. Because she was always focused on his sexual pleasure before her own, sex with her was a sheer delight. There was nothing she wouldn't try or do, and she was always surprising him with her own ideas, many of which included considerable pain on her part.

***

Cathy's asshole was throbbing from a smacking delivered with a flexible plastic ruler as she knelt astride his thighs. She held up a shining metal crocodile clip, teased her nipple to hardness, and then attached the clip, its serrated jaws biting fiercely into her flesh. She did the same for her other nipple, setting her breasts afire, and then held up a small slim hairbrush. She walked on her knees towards his chest so that Jason would have a better view, and then used her fingers to spread the opening of her vagina. "Ready?" she asked, waving the brush like a wand. When he nodded and stroked her thighs she positioned the end of the brush at her opening, flashed Jason a smile, and started to push. The bristles of the brush were not nearly as vicious as the ones on the post dildo and they were perpendicular to the brush handle, but they nevertheless hurt enough to make her utter soft sounds of pain as she forced the brush past the tight opening and into her vagina. If it wasn't for the knowledge that Jason was watching her, she might not have found the strength to start moving the brush in and out like a dildo, scrubbing her vagina with the stiff bristles. She began to pant and grimace, but doggedly persisted, twisting the handle so that the bristles reached all sides of her vagina. Only when her cunt was raw and burning did she pull the brush out and shuffle down to his very erect cock. She grinned triumphantly as she lowered herself onto his erection and began riding up and down.

***

Cathy would have willingly slept at the foot of Jason's bed, but she appreciated that he insisted she keep her own room and private space when she was not serving him. His simple, matter of fact way of doing things was one of the reasons she had fallen in love with him. She was lying in her bed and lightly touching her swollen clitoris which he had stimulated to the point of screaming with a rotary electric toothbrush just an hour ago. Then she jumped at the unexpected sound of her cell phone chiming from inside the drawer, announcing an incoming text message. Before she could react, the phone chimed again. She felt confusion and a vague dread. Who could be calling her after all this time? She reached towards the drawer as if it might contain a deadly snake, her fingers feeling numb and shaky as she picked up the phone. She had kept it charged and on out of habit, but she hadn't answered any of the calls from her employer and one call from her bookkeeper with whom she had a passing friendship. She unlocked the screen and called up the messaging display. She read the first message and steel claws gripped her heart.

I know where you are. You can't hide from me. Not ever.

Her hand came up to cover her mouth, and all the terror that she thought she had banished came flooding back in a black, stinking tide. For the first time in weeks she felt naked. She scrolled to the second text message.

Come out 2 the main rd. Now. Naked. Don't tell BF. We have hunting rifles. If he comes out the door he dies. If we have to come in he dies.

Her first thought was to run to Jason. After all, he had promised to protect her. That was their deal. And she knew he would honor his commitment. He would fight for her. And he would die for her. The thought of Jason lying bloodied and dead on the ground because of her literally hurt, and she clutched her chest in horror. Suddenly she realized that she would die for him too. It was a shocking realization, that she could be so unselfish, or that she could actually care for someone that much. For a moment she sat absolutely still, and then she smiled. She put on her running shoes and nothing else, and headed for the front door. She wished that she could kiss Jason one last time, but she had left her phone on the bed and she knew he would understand.

***

"Hey Bart, she's really coming out, and she's fucking naked just like you said!" Mario said, slapping Bart on the shoulder while still peering through the low light binoculars. "I wouldn't have believed she'd do it in a million years!" 

Bart studied Cathy's naked figure through the illuminated cross-hairs of his rifle scope. He had seen her running around like a shameless whore the day before when he had scouted out the location. Although the folks back at the town had told him that this Jason Woods guy lived alone, he wanted to be sure that there weren't a dozen ranch hands or something. He was city born and bred, and he could never be sure what these country assholes might get up to. But after a day of watching, he had only caught glimpses of Cathy and the Jason character. Now he was back and intended to make this bitch pay for taking off his ear and stealing his money. She was going to die slow and hard, and he was going to have video of it to show the other bastards back home who had laughed at him. "Any sign of the guy?" He was tempted to kill the guy as well for interfering in his business, but he didn't have contacts out here in the sticks and a guy who could afford a spread like this one might have friends. Besides, he would have the satisfaction of knowing he had snatched the guy's pussy right out from under his own roof. He took aim at Cathy's breast. "Pow! Right in the tit!" He had never properly seen her naked, and she looked pretty good walking down the drive towards him. She looked slimmer and more toned than he remembered. Maybe he and Mario would have some fun before he strung her up and skinned her.

***

Cathy shivered, both from the cold and terror as she strode down the driveway towards the main gate. Jason had installed solar powered LED lights all along the way so she wasn't stumbling in darkness, but she also knew that Bart could clearly see her nakedness as she walked towards him. She tried not to think about what was going to happen when she reached the gate, but she knew that she had made the right choice. Jason was a good man, and she couldn't let him die because of her.

As she approached the gate she could see the two figures waiting in the darkness just beyond. She recognized Bart by his shape and she guessed that the other guy was the one who stabbed her in the car park. Thinking of the attack made the wound in her shoulder tingle. Taking a deep breath, she opened the gate and stepped out into the road. She closed the gate behind her as if that might keep Jason safe, and then turned to face her doom. "I'm here, just as you said. Jason has nothing to do with this so leave him alone. You can do what you like with me."

"Always the goody two shoes, you fucking bitch. But you weren't so good about keeping our deal or when you stole my cash. Where is it? Where's my money?" Bart shouted, his long stored up anger exploding into action at last. His hand lashed out, back-handing Cathy across the face.

Cathy staggered but didn't fall, her head ringing from the blow. His knuckles had caught her lip and she felt blood trickle down her chin and drip onto her chest. She shook her head. "It's all gone. All that running and changing cities and jobs, it cost money. There's nothing left. And I'm sorry about your ear. I was desperate and stupid, and I just reacted out of fright when you came after me."

Bart spat on the ground. "Well you're certainly going to pay now … with interest."

She held her hands out to her sides. "Well here I am. I know I can't fight you, so do what you want. I'm not going to beg because I know it won't do any good."

Bart grinned. "You were always a clever one." His fingers pulled a folding knife from his pocket and flicked it open with a snap. "I'm going to cut you, cut you bad. You're going to be dog food when I'm done. But I'm a patient man, and Mario here wants a taste of you before you look too bad. But first, get your whore legs open. You must be used to it, putting out for Jay-son back there," he said mockingly.

Oddly enough, being called a whore stung, even under these circumstances, and Cathy felt a flush of anger warm her cheeks as she reluctantly shuffled her feet apart.

"You fall down and I'll start using my knife," Bart said, and without warning, drove his foot into her cunt.

He was wearing sneakers, but the kick was still blindingly painful, and Cathy doubled over in agony. She staggered, but managed not to fall down although she retched, her hands clamped over her cunt.

Mario slapped his thigh and giggled. "Good one, Bart. Bet she really felt that. It'll sure warm up her pussy for me. Can I try?"

Bart chuckled and gestured towards his gasping victim. "Be my guest." Turning to Cathy he barked, "Come on whore, get those legs open again, unless you're eager to feel my knife."

If it hadn't been for her time with Jason, she could never have managed to straighten up and open her legs again. It seemed a bit ridiculous to cooperate in her own torture and killing, but the glittering steel in Bart's hand terrified her. She knew that what he was going to do to her would be beyond bearing, and the thought that her screams might bring Jason running to his death was just as horrible. Mario took his time setting up for his kick, and it was hell watching him wind up and fake a kick, and then starting again.

"Kick the bitch already," Bart snapped, eager to get on with some serious torture. The thought of cutting up her cunt and fucking her arse hole made him horny as hell.

Cathy clenched her fists when Mario finally took his kick, but despite all his posing his foot mostly missed her cunt and painfully grazed her thigh. But it was enough to make her lose her balance and she fell backwards onto her ass.

Bart lost his patience and raised his knife. He kicked at Cathy's ankles pushing her knees apart and knelt down between her thighs. "I'm gonna fuck you with my blade. I bet it will feel better than any cock you've ever taken in that hole of yours," he said mockingly, pointing the tip of the knife at her vaginal opening. "You stay still and you might last a while longer. Jerk around and I might cut something important."

Frozen in terror, Cathy couldn't take her eyes from the shadowy glimmer of the knife. She wanted to plead, to beg, to offer anything if he would only stop, but she knew he wouldn't. Her pleas would only serve to amuse him, and at the least she could deny him that satisfaction. She clenched her teeth and braced herself for the agony of having her vagina sliced by the blade. The blade touched her cunt and she hissed when the tip pressed into her flesh. Her heels kicked and scraped painfully against the gravel of the road as she felt the knife find her cunt hole and angle itself to plunge into her vagina. The sudden burst of glaring white light made her think she had somehow suddenly died.

"Down on your back!"

Cathy responded to the familiar voice and threw herself flat on her back without hesitation or question. Multiple sharp cracking sounds made her quiver and jerk, and she cried out in fear and disgust when something warm and wet splattered her body. The rapid-fire sounds seemed to go on and on, and her ears rang when silence fell. She cried out again when hands slipped under her arms and lifted her irresistibly to her feet.

"Do you have any serious injuries?"

For a moment she was back in her crashed car, and she almost expected to feel the burn of the stab wound in her shoulder. But the sight of the two twisted and bloodied bodies lying on the road, gorily illuminated by the headlight of Jason's electric motorcycle brought her back to the present. "N-no. I'm not badly hurt. My cunt is bruised as hell and I may be cut, but nothing life threatening." She stared at Bart's body. The arm holding the knife was broken at an odd angle and there were small red holes in his forehead and face. A glance at Mario showed similar wounds, and a large revolver lay in the dust by his side. "How did you... "

Jason tapped his holstered weapon. "High velocity .22 caliber rounds. Easy to control, low noise, especially with a suppressor. Accurate and deadly if you have the skill and training." He saw the questions in her eyes and smiled grimly. "A story for later. First we need to call the police."

"But what about... "

"I've friends in these parts. We were inspecting the fence line and got separated. These guys came up to the gate and asked for directions, then pulled a gun and a knife. I'm sure this one has a gun too," Jason said, kicking Bart's body. "Crazy big city folk, they stripped you and tried to do awful things to you with the knife, which has your blood on it and you have a matching wound in an embarrassing place to prove it. I caught up with you just in time. I only had my varmint gun, but I was lucky." Jason gathered her in his arms. "Don't worry. Things will be fine. Now wait here."

Cathy watched as he went back to the bike and came back with one of her robes. 

He ripped one of the seams on it and tossed the garment on the ground and rubbed it in the dirt. "There. Now let's get back to the house and I'll call the cops."

***

Cathy watched the last of the flashing lights go down the road. The ambulance crew had wanted her to go to the hospital in Burkesville for a check up, but Jason had promised to drive her in the next day and everybody seemed happy with that. All the police had been terribly sympathetic, and Jason had to surrender his gun as evidence, but no one seemed to question their story at all. "And that's it?" she said, unable to believe that it was finally all over. No more hiding, no more running.

Jason put his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed. "That's it. You can go home if you want. Start your life all over again. You're free."

Cathy knew he was talking about their arrangement as well. "How did you know to come to my rescue like that?" she asked, now that she had time to think about the sequence of events.

Jason explained what he had done to her phone. "It was only meant as a precaution if you left. A way to keep tabs on you for a while, just to be sure you were OK. But then the text messages came in. I almost didn't hear them, but luckily for you I did."

"I didn't want you to get hurt," Cathy said softly, still staring out at the road.

"I know. And I'm grateful. But I couldn't let you get hurt either," Jason replied.

"Because of our deal?"

Jason turned her around to face him. "Because I care. If you want to leave, I won't try to stop you. You were never a slave in the captive sense, or a prisoner. Or you can choose to stay. Your choice." He patted her shoulders and walked away to the study, not looking back.

Cathy folded her arms over her breasts. She could just walk away. He would drive her to anywhere she wanted and she would be free. Free from her past and her present. Her groin was a mass of pain that the pills couldn't completely mask, as was the side of her face where Bart had slapped her. Did she really want a future in which she would be beaten and whipped and tortured? She bowed her head in thought, biting her lip. When she had made up her mind, she walked across the house and to the study. She tapped on the door. When Jason nodded, she walked up to his desk. "I've decided."

"Yes?"

"I'll stay on one condition," she said firmly.

"And that is?" Jason said, raising an eyebrow.

"That everything will be the same as before. You use me how you like, when you like," she said.

"You drive a hard bargain," Jason said, a smile twitching the corner of his mouth.

"Yes I do. Take it or leave it. It's as simple as that," Cathy said, her tone remorseless.

"Well then, what the hell are you doing standing there with that rag on?" Jason snapped.

Cathy flung the robe from her body and put her arms behind her, hands holding her elbows. She smiled widely as she watched him pull the knotted rope from his pocket. It would hurt her cunt terribly to be whipped in the condition she was in, but that didn't matter. His will was everything. It was simplicity itself.

The End