*New car smell…that’s what that is.*
I look over at the steering wheel. I can just make out the big L in the middle, obscured a bit by her arms.
*A Lexus…nice.*
The black leather throughout is offset by a dark reddish wood dashboard and console with a river of pure black coursing throughout. The finish is smooth and polished. My fingers run over the wood on the control panel of the door. Her digital display is the same dark red light as the rest of the controls. I also notice the floor boards have a glowing red tint from lights under the seats.
*Wow, it’s even smoother than it looks.* *This is fucking nice.*
This is the most luxurious car I’ve ever been in. Even in my wet clothes I feel warm in the soothing heated leather. I look up and I realize that the monitor in the back of the seat in front of me is actually a good sized Samsung TV, nearly as black as the leather surrounding it. I noticed that the AC controls are in the back of the center console meant for the rear passengers, indicate that both sides can control their temperature settings. As we pull out of the parking lot and onto the street, there is very little jarring or rolling of the car.
*Fuck me, she’s got money.*
I turn my gaze back out the window. The raindrops wiggle and dance and celebrate their short lives on the thin smooth pane of glass that thankfully separates us.
“Hi Donovan, yes, I’m on my way.”
I turn my head and see her with a Blutooth device in her ear, the small blue glowing light clearly visible in the dark cab of the vehicle. The large digital display in the center of the dash is lit up blue showing INCOMING CALL on the top line and CALLER ID BLOCKED under it.
*Her husband?*
I can’t see her left hand to tell if there’s a ring. I look back out the window and focus on listening.
“Yes, thank you.” She goes on, concentrating on her driving on the miserable, slick roads. She makes a tight U-turn, and the tires grip hard, even in the rain. We’re heading north now, under the freeway. “Get enough for three, I’m entertaining a guest tonight…mmhmm, why yes it is the same girl.”
*What?*
I make the mistake of glancing at the rear view mirror and immediately meet her gaze. She’s looking at me like a mother who’s caught her mischievous child sneaking a cookie before dinner. I breath in quickly and look back out the window.
*Entertaining?* *“Enough for three”?* *Dinner?*
Food is the last thing on my mind, but at the same time I think that my stomach involuntarily growls, and I remember how empty it is. I also realize that my heart has calmed, and my breathing slowed to almost normal. I gaze out at the red and green lights of cars and stoplights and the rainy scene reminds me of Christmas time.
*Rush hour…*
“I’m going to want the cross in red tonight. Also, I’m going to want her showered when we get there.”
*The chair?*
I don’t look up, but if she’s still watching me I’m sure she’s seen my eyes grow a little wider. There’s a pause from her as I assume whomever Donovan is talking in her ear. We’re still heading north on the same business lined street. There are a few strip malls here and there with mom and pop style shops selling everything from candy to cigarettes, a few hair salons for men and women, even a Jamaican styled hair braiding shop. I know though that the businesses would end soon and after the upcoming train tracks, there would be nicer neighborhoods. Certainly much nicer than anything I had ever lived in.
“No, set her up in the bedroom right there after her shower. I’ll do the hair after she eats, and then bring her over.”
We cross the train tracks and continue through the rain. With the clouds and heavy rain and the day slipping away, darkness comes earlier than normal. I’m thankful for the solitude, but more thankful for listening to her talk as it helps pass the time and I’m not so focused on the main event. The idea of food is even more inviting, and I can feel my empty stomach complaining.
“Wonderful, thank you again, Donovan.” I can see her remove the ear piece and put it in a tray in the center console. She reaches over to the display which is now a menu system. With a press of her finger, the radio comes on. I recognize the song. U2, “Where the Streets Have No Name”. I sing along silently as we drive.
*I wanna reach out and touch the flame…*
We continue driving and I realize that it’s been nearly twenty minutes now. The neighborhoods have changed drastically, and I know that these homes can cost hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars. In another mile, the homes would turn to estates with larger acreage.
*Is she rich?* *Why does she live so far away from the gym?*
She continues driving for another mile and a half I estimate. While I marvel at the size and scale and luxury of the homes we are driving past, my mind feels like it’s in a taffy pulling machine, my thoughts are ranging from food, to what she’s going to do, to the possibility that they could kill me.
*Shut up you idiot, even if she did Amy was videotaping it.* *The gym would have video inside and in the parking lot.* *Remember the sign inside?*
The gym did have a sign inside up on the walls in various locations reading, 24/7 CAMERA RECORDING, I remember. Besides, I can only imagine what is going to happen to my already lacking social life once Amy posts her video somewhere. I don’t have Facebook. I’ve never had a cell phone. The only electronic correspondence I have is a Google email address I can access from the library. This means I’ll have no idea how bad it is.
*Not exactly the time to worry about that now is it?* *Whoa, look at the size of this gate…*
Mistress Kim makes it easier to push those thoughts away as I realize we’re turning right, into a large double metal gate that is swinging inward. Outwards from the gates is a large white, wooden fence I guess to be about twelve feet tall. I can see a couple of cameras mounted near the top of each side of the gate briefly, but other than the glow from a control panel on the left as we drive through, the entrance is darkened. Only the headlights from the Lexus show the way. We are entering what looks like a forest of oak trees, obviously well maintained. I can see light fixtures along the sides of the roadway, but they are not turned on. The road immediately turns right for a short distance, then turns around and goes the opposite way and then turns around back again until we turn left and I can dimly see the house in front of me.
I’ve never seen a house this big and been this close. The lack of light and heavy rain obscure most of the features, and I can’t quite make out the lawn on both sides of the car as we drive up to the monstrosity. We enter a large paved square with a fountain in the middle, currently doing nothing in the downpour. I can tell there’s a statue in the middle, but I can’t quite make it out. Connected to the paved square on the right are three huge driveways that lead into the building through equally large white painted doors that appear to slide up. The doors are big enough to house small airplanes it appears, but there’s no runway.
*Car garage?* *But it’s as big as fucking Walmart…*
The house is mostly two stories, but the grand entry way in the front has windows that stretch higher to a point high above the rest of the house. If there was any light inside, I imagine the windows would look spectacularly gorgeous. To the left the house stretches a long ways, with many windows adorning the outside, and I can count no less than five large window structures along the roof giving the appearance of a spacious attic over the second floor. It’s too dark and rainy to make out much detail beyond that, as there is still very little lighting. To the right of the large entryway there are several spacious windows that might look into the great room but I can’t see anything through the murk. Past the windows the walls turn to a mix of brick and siding until there’s a corner and a pathway between the house and the garage that is covered by a walkway I assume connects the two structures. I believe two large moving trucks could fit through there. We are heading to that covered entryway where the only outside light is turned on next to a door that enters into the house to the right.
*I wonder why they have no lights on tonight in this storm?* *Wait, is that Donovan?*
As we get closer to where I know we’re going to stop, my heart decides to pick up the pace again as I see a large man exit the door under the light. He is stopped at the bottom of three large stairs to lead up to the door. Oddly enough, as we approach the lighted covering, Mistress Kim turns off the lights on the Lexus. I can’t see what is behind the house, but I can tell this leads further back.
*This place is fucking huge.* *Why the fuck does she drive so far for such a small gym?* *I bet she’s got a huge one here anways…*
As we pull up I can see the man’s features a little more clearly. He’s a large man; I would have put him around six and a half feet tall at least, and well over two hundred and fifty pounds. He doesn’t sport the body builder look in his face with the harsh angles, and his physique, covered by black jeans with a long sleeve black shirt tucked in and belted, doesn’t seem to be as massive. Still, he is intimidating. There’s no hint of a belly and his chest is somewhat broad and I can see muscles bunching under his sleeves. His reddish beard isn’t long, but it’s healthy trimmed. I think I can see a little gray peppered in with the cinnamon as we drive up and stop, but now his face is obscured by the roof of the Lexus. He’s holding something large; something purple and folded from what I can see briefly. She stops the car and puts it in park and turns to me.
“Holly.”
I turn and stare at her, making it obvious she has my full attention. My eyes are on hers, my heart pumping in anticipated fear of what is going to happen.
“That is Mister Donovan. You will refer to him only as *Mister Donovan*. Clear?” She waits.
“Yes, Mistress Kim.” Saying her name for the first time jars me. Her name rolls off my tongue and it feels nice. I feel somehow closer now to her in a strange, morbid way. My brain immediately recalls her gentle touch when I tossed my cookies in front of the world.
“Mister Donovan is under my employ. What he does with you is at my command. When he gives you a command who do you think is actually giving you the command?” Her eyebrows are raised and her eyes stare at me awaiting my acknowledgement that she assumes, and rightly so, is coming.
I feel a brief moment of panic as I suddenly realize my predicament. I willingly came here alone, with no cell phone to reach out to anyone, and no one knows where I am.
*Fuck it, you’re here and she’s done nothing scary yet.* *Yet…*
“You are, Mistress Kim.” I’m sure she can see the heavy rise and fall of my shoulders as my breathing increases. She smiles.
She commands me, “Step out of the car, close the door and stand there.”
She then exits the vehicle herself, closes the door and begins speaking to Donovan. I can’t hear their conversation as I open my door and step outside. I close the door and immediately miss the warmth inside. Despite the heat the seat infused into my body, the wind outside catches my wet clothes and it doesn’t take long before the cold starts to creep back in. My moist shorts and t-shirt are no contest for this onslaught. I can feel sprinkles as the wind pushes some rain drops off their course. She and Mr. Donovan are now heading around the front of the car to me. He is carrying what appears to be a lush, purple full-length bathrobe. I shiver remembering how warm the car is.
They come to a stop about four feet in front of me. We’re almost as close as we were talking at the gym again. She’s got a stern look about her. She’s in command and exuding power and I don’t know what is that just changed. Her hands are nestled behind her back, and her legs are spread apart slightly. The wind is whipping her hair and between glimpses of her partially shaved head I am suddenly reminded of a female Viking, the only thing missing is her helmet, sword, and a flash of lightning.
*Oh fuck…oh fuck…*
“Strip your clothes off Holly.” She stands there waiting. Next to her is Mister Donovan, a purple robe over his shoulder, holding out a large paper grocery sack.
*Wait, what?* *Here?* *With him?*
I momentarily glance at him. It’s a mistake. I barely have time to register that she’s moving when I feel it.
****THWACK****
White fire lights up my right leg along the outer back thigh. I wince in pain.
*What the fuck?!*
I look down grabbing my right leg where a six inch skinny red welt has appeared.
****THWACK****
My left leg this time.
“SHIT!” I squeal involuntarily. I look at her and see that she’s holding what looks like a long, thin red cane about three feet long. She’s holding it by a woven purple and black leather grip about six or seven inches long until the red of the cane disappears into it, wound tightly by the leather straps.
Her arms are now crossed looking at me, waiting for my reaction.
*Oh fuck this is real…this is fucking real…*
I cross my arms and grab the bottom of my wet shirt. I pull it up and over my head and place it in the bag that Mister Donovan is holding. My bra remains, but as wet as it is it leaves nothing to the imagination now. I squat down and undo the laces on both of my shoes. I stand up and step out of them, putting me closer to her. I’m not looking up at Mister Donovan at all. He hasn’t budged; he’s just standing there with the robe I assume I’ll put on and the empty paper bag. The promised warmth encourages me.
*Fuck it…*
I take a deep breath and hook my thumbs into my shorts, making sure to include my soaked panties. I pull them down and step out, putting the wadded up duo on my shoes. I pick up the bundle and put them in the bag. I can feel the wind everywhere. I’m not shaved; it’s been a few months. I don’t have a heavy bush fortunately, but right now I’m wishing I had. The dampness on my pubic hair and moisture from my vagina exaggerates the cold when the wind hits. I shiver for a moment, but reach behind me and unsnap the single hook of my small bra. My little nipples are now rock hard and almost hurting from the cold and wind. I take it off, place it in the bag and step back, with my hands folded in front my bush. I look up at her. I shiver again in the cold.
She smiles, but reaches out with the cane and separates my hands. I put them on my legs and hold on, clinging to any warmth I can. I don’t care what they see now. Mister Donovan folds up the top of the bag, and then reaches into his pocket and removes what appear to be handcuffs.
*Oh shit, ok…*
“Hands out together, Holly.”
I put them out straight, next to each other. Mister Donovan steps forward and secures them around my wrists. Not too tight, but they’re not coming off. They’re heavy, cold.
*These are real for sure.*
Next, he takes off the purple robe and secures it around my body. He is wearing a cologne which smells nice. He is far gentler than I expect him to be. Even with my hands cuffed, he covers me up entirely and secures the belt around me and makes sure there are no gaps where wind can burgle me. He steps back. It’s a little too big for my short frame, and the bottom touches the pavement. I don’t mind, as it covers me up entirely. The fabric is thick, lush and soft. I’ve never worn anything remotely as nice as this. My body shivers again as it recognizes the warmth and I relax.
I look up and see that he is now handing her what appears to be a leash and a purple dog collar. I don’t wonder what it’s for. She steps up to me and puts the collar on. It’s a simple collar, about an inch wide, with a large metal ring where the black leash hooks on. It isn’t uncomfortable but it serves its purpose. She steps back holding the leash. I realize now that she has established complete control of me. “Volleyball” is the only thing that I can cling to for hope if things get bad.
*Stop it.* *Relax.* *But yeah, you’re literally her plaything now…*
Before I have time to ponder my situation, she turns to her right and says to Mister Donovan, “Take her in the master and shower her. Set her up to eat, give her thirty minutes. After that put her in the chair and I’ll take it from there. I’ll shower in the dungeon and finish my setup and be in after that.”
She looks at me and gives me a playful, albeit somewhat sinister grin and hands the leash to off to his waiting hand. Before she leaves, she reaches out and uses a single nail from her right hand to move some errant hairs out of my face.
“You’re not the only one with fantasies, Holly.” She says to me. “I’m going to be enjoying myself very much as well.”
Her fingernail snakes down my cheek a little hard. I can tell her nails can scrape off skin if she wanted to. She turns and heads to a windowless door off to my right that leads into the garage building. She doesn’t look back, and I watch the door close.
I look back up at Mister Donovan who smiles as he steps forward and puts a black eyeless, leather mask on my head. The mask covers my nose and eyes enough that I can’t tell if my eyes are even open or closed. He isn’t rough about it. His cologne is heavy, but again pleasant as I can feel him close to me. Oddly enough I find his presence comforting.
*At least I get to take a shower soon, and eat…*
The darkness is actually welcome, and I relax, allowing myself a respite from the anxiety of it all. I feel his large hand on the back of my neck as he urges me forward gently. I can feel him lead me around the front of the car and then we stop. I remember the steps. I step up each one, allowing him to guide me. With each step the two welts on my legs rub against the robe and remind me of why I’m here. I hear the door open, and he guides me inside where even the tile under my feet is warm to the touch. I can smell something pleasant.
*Vanilla…candles?*
I hear the door close behind me, and feel his warm, firm hand gently urges me forward, leading me through the house.
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