The lighthouse appeared over the crest of the hill as she continued down the road. At last she had reached her destination. Her chest tightened and her breathing increased as her mind swirled with thoughts about what might come next. Second guessing. She had driven two hours and now she wasn’t sure if she should complete her journey. She took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and strengthened her resolve. She needed this.
The young woman’s blue Nissan Sentra pulled from the main road and onto the gravel leading up to the lighthouse. She pulled it to one side and parked, staring up at the red and white tower before she exited her vehicle. She stepped to her back door and opened it to grab the duffle bag from the backseat before locking her car and walking toward the lighthouse. Another deep breath. Release. She found the large red, metal door and knocked. Silence. She knocked again. The seconds passed like minutes before the door swung inward with a loud creak; and there he stood, staring into her eyes with an unreadable expression.
“Can I help you?” He asked in a stoic voice.
“I-I was told you train,” she froze, “I’m sorry to bother you. I shouldn’t have.” She turned to walk back to her car, her mind full of doubts and embarrassed at having disturbed the man.
“Wait,” He said in a more stern voice, “told by who?”
The girl stopped and swiveled on her heels slowly back toward the man in the doorway, her eyes not lifting from the ground.
“Sarah.”
“Come in,” He said before turning to allow her to walk through the door.
He examined her closely as she walked past him. Her sandy blonde hair not unlike his. Her figure was nothing to marvel at. Clearly she was active in keeping herself thin and toned, but hadn’t bothered to build her body. Her blue eyes were light, innocent and unassuming. Her lips had fullness to them. Her cheekbones had definition.
“Who else knows you’re here?” The man asked as he shut the door behind her.
“Nobody.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-two.” She stated, pulling her wallet from her back pocket and handing him her ID. The man was at least ten years her senior. He hadn’t been what she was expecting at all. His tan complexion accented his short dark blonde hair and beard. His muscular build showed through his blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled. His hands were clearly coarse from years of work.
“Do you know the purpose of a lighthouse?” He asked as he stepped around in front of her.
“To help guide ships.”
“That’s correct. They are particularly helpful for ships who have lost their way.” He took her chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling her attention to his brown eyes, “Have you lost your way?”
She nodded.
“Today is Friday. You will leave my lighthouse on Sunday at exactly 2:30pm and return to your home and your life. What’s in your bag?”
She looked down, having all but forgotten the duffle bag in her left hand.
“Clothes,” She replied.
“You won’t be needing those; set the bag by the door.”
She hesitated a moment before quickly turning and placing the bag to the right of the door. Promptly she turned back to face him.
“Your responsiveness to commands will need to improve,” He informed her. “Now, there are three stories to this lighthouse. The first, as you see, is the dining and living area. The third is my bedroom, with the light just above it.”
“And the second?” She asked.
“Speak when spoken to,” He instructed. His finger pointed to the stairs, “Go to the second floor and see for yourself. But…before you do, take off all your clothes and fold them neatly on top of your bag.”
She didn’t hesitate this time as she stripped out of her plain black blouse and jeans and then out of her matching dark purple bra and panties. The cold air ran again her nipples, hardening them to firm points. She set her shoes in front of her bag and placed her folded clothes neatly on top of it. Her mind was saying run, but her heart had an unfamiliar feeling of satisfaction.
She had told her parents and her boyfriend that she was going to be staying at Sarah’s house over the weekend. The only person who knew where she was was Sarah. Sarah, her best friend, had experienced this exact type of weekend away just eight months earlier. She called it training, the most fulfilling weekend of her life.
She stood back to her feet and walked past the man to the metal staircase and began to climb it. The cold metal on her bottom of her feet sent shockwaves through her body with every step. Her hand slid inch by inch over the rail as the staircase curved slightly in ascension. Finally, she reached the second floor and the breath ran out of her.
Floggers. Cuffs. Canes. Blindfolds. Gags. Plugs. Clamps.
Her feet would carry her no further as she gazed at the arsenal of toys and tools. Her mind began to imagine all the things that would be done to her. Things she had only dreamed of. Things she had only watched in the privacy of the internet.
“I am the keeper of this lighthouse and, until Sunday at 2:30pm, I am your keeper as well.” The voice snapped her back to the present and she realized a smile had formed on her face.
His coarse hand on her back guided her further into the full area and, further still, to a wall. He turned her back toward her, his eyes piercing hers. His hand pushed against her chest until her back met the cold wall.
“From this moment on, you will call me sir or master,” he said, “You…you have no name.”
His left hand took hold of her right wrist, lifting it from her side to above her head and into a wall-mounted cuff. He closed it, locking her in place, and then did likewise with her left. There she stood completely vulnerable to him.
“Your stop word is ‘shipwreck’,” He informed her. The confused look on her face begged an answer to her unspoken question. “You’re here for training, not cruelty. We communicate with and trust one another.”
He placed a blindfold over her eyes. Darkness enveloped her world. The next sensation was that of clamps being affixed to her nipples. She let out a little whimper and then a deep sigh. The pain radiated through her body, but the only response she was focusing on was the wetness of her pussy increasing. In the silence that followed, she felt a strap being wrapped around her thigh and secured, immediately followed by something being pushed upward between the strap and her skin. Upward. Further. Upward until she felt something push against the entrance of her soaking pussy and then sliding its way in.
“You’ll be left like this for an hour and a half. Do you understand?”
“Yes…Master.”
“Good. You’ll find your way.” His hand applied quickly pressure to the item that had been pushed inside of her and it buzzed to life with heavy vibrations, wiggling back and forth.
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