Longing

Chapter 1 - Capture

Chapter 1 - The Capture

- Prey -

As I opened my eyes, they started adapting to the darkness around me.

It was cold. I tried to move, but my hands and feet where tightly bound by leather straps.

Rope wound across my chest, between my breasts, to the pillar I was pressed against.

Now I could make a bit of my surroundings, it was not as pitch black as - yesterday? I could not remember.

I just had gotten into my car, ready to go home from work. As usual after the late shift, I wanted to enjoy the evening with one of my affairs, some weed and sex.

But I never made it there. The memory slowly came back. There was a loud bang. Then, for a short moment - panic.

Now I just woke up here. I tried wiggling out of my restraints, but they would not budge.

A bit of light made it through the blinds on the windows on the left. I saw a door across the room from me, made from dark wood. I stood on a soft carpet.

Nothing seemed familiar, and I felt panic rising again. Where was I? What had happened to me? Was my daughter save? Was someone looking for me?

"You are awake. Finally." The voice felt like a warm breeze in the cold room, and somehow, it sounded familiar. Could it be? No, he would not go through with something like this.

"Where am I? What did you do to me?"I wrestled the bonds again. When he spoke, a sudden calmness flooded me, a feeling of safety. I knew this voice, I just couldn't place it.

"You will learn to submit. Truly. You will learn, that only obedience brings true satisfaction. You will gladly give up your freedom once I am done with you."

- Sir -

I grabbed the flogger from the hook on the wall. She would remember this. I let it whizz through the air, and smiled when I saw her flinch.

My first hit aimed at her right palm,the leather whirred through the air, and hit her.

She screamed more surprised than in pain. Without hesitation I struck her again, this time with more force.

And so I began. Whirling the flogger through the air, I focussed on her palm. Every hit gained a louder and more visible reaction from her. She tried to escape again, but she could only turn her now reddened palm away so I would hit the back of her hand.

Slowly, I made my way up her arm, the flogger left stria on her skin, and I stopped shortly before I would hit her shirt. Then towards her hand again. In what felt like no time at all, her entire arm was red and she would whimper with every hit, holding back tears.

"Please, its to much.", she begged after a particularly hard hit. I paused for a second. "The last time you were not able to take me, and now you are already begging for me to stop? Pathetic. Useless. But you will learn. With time and the right training of course."

Then I proceeded to her left arm, giving it the exact same treatment. Time and time again the leather kissed her skin, leaving marks, reinforcing the ones already there.

Once I was satisfied with the picture I painted on her arms, I put the flogger back and took another rope from the board.

I grabbed her long light brown hair and pulled it back over the log, tying it into the rope. Then I wound the rope through two two lugs on the floor, leaving her neck stretched and exposed.