She once had a normal life. Then the man she knows only as Master took her away, and forced her into a dark world of pleasure, pain, and discovery as she slowly bends to his will. Now Master has demanded she record her trials, and so she writes, reliving the ecstasy of her days as a slave in training, where, captive in his dungeon, she began to break at his expert hands.
I was taken seven days ago. I had been jogging through the park when his car pulled up, a Rolls Royce, long and sleek. I didn’t even have time to scream before he dragged me away. He was stronger than me, and he wanted it more than I had power to resist. I’d struggled inside the silence as his driver guided us away from my old life, but no one could hear. No one could see past the tinted windows to the man holding down his reluctant prey, caught in the snare his passion had wrought.
I call him Master now. I never learned what his birth name is. I don’t care, because he doesn’t want me to know. He has brought me fresh fruit and waffles every morning since my capture. It’s such a quaint reminder of mornings with coffee and a newspaper, of a world that doesn’t exist anymore. I live in the world he has made for me now, a world of satin and candlelight, of leather, sweat, pleasure, and flesh, a world that reeks of bodies and sex.
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Published January 2, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.