Christian, a single banker from the financial district of New York City, awakens to find himself the captive of a mysterious dominatrix known as Mistress Sarah. He is alarmed to discover he has been flown half way around the world to serve her in a slave academy near Sydney, known as The Chateau. As he desperately looks for a way to escape, he commences his forced training program under the control and guidance of his beautiful owner and the other Mistresses and staff of the Chateau. Despite fighting his feelings, he finds himself becoming drawn to her, learning to love her touch, be it pleasure of pain. Gradually becoming totally infatuated by her, he decides he never wants to leave and eventually begs her to make him her slave. Despite her sadistic streak and her determination to keep him at arms length, they slowly come together in a ways that neither of them thought possible.
I watched as Christian regained consciousness, his brain in a foggy haze. As the fog cleared and he slowly became aware of his immediate predicament, he responded in a text book example of a captive in his position. Not able to open his eyes, his head moved back and forth as if somehow he would miraculously be able to see again. Realizing his efforts were fruitless, he then he tried to move his arms. It wouldn’t have taken him long to realize his hands were cuffed, the steel hard and unforgiving. Then as he tried to move, he would have realized to his horror that he was naked. My hand closed around his upper arm, holding him down.
“Don’t try to move, Christian. You will only injure and wear yourself out. Believe me when I tell you that you can’t escape.”
I suspected he recognized my voice, my accent quite distinctive to him but he was probably trying to work out where he’d heard it before. Our meeting in the bar would eventually come back to him but at the moment his confused brain would have been overwhelmed by what was happening to him.
“Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?” He shot the questions out in quick succession, trying to hide the growing anxiety erupting up from deep inside him.
“You are in the back of my van. I am Mistress Sarah Jones and I have what I want - you!
The accent was British, upper class and he was trying to work out where he had heard it before. “Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?” he shot in quick succession, trying to hide the growing anxiety erupting up from deep inside him.
“You are in the back of my van. I am Mistress Sarah Jones and I have what I want - you! Don’t ask any more questions or you will be gagged. Speak only when you are spoken to and obey my instructions implicitly. You will have the rest of your life to ask questions, that is assuming I grant you permission to talk. We are nearly at The Chateau.”
Christian blurted out, having not paid attention to the last instruction, “Where are we going? What do you mean, the rest of my life? I can pay…”
Before he could say anything else his head was pulled back, his nose pinched and as he gasped for air, a hard rubber ball was forced past his teeth, filling his mouth and stretching his jaw. Straps encircled his head and were buckled together and tightened at the back of his head. There was nothing gentle about this treatment. In fact he was taken aback by the sheer power behind it, wondering who or what his captor was and how he could plot his escape.
As he still tried to speak, adhesive tape was stretched across his mouth and it was pressed down over his lips and cheeks. It was all done with amazing efficiency and when his head was released, he found he could only make much muted “mmff” sounds.
“As I have already said, we are going to the Chateau which is on the outskirts of Sydney, Australia and you can class what just happened to you as an introductory lesson. From now on, listen to what I tell you and do exactly what you are told – nothing more and nothing less. If I have to tell you more than once, it will usually be accompanied by some level of pain that, despite the masochistic potential I’ve identified in you, you will not enjoy. Your other lessons will commence once you’re inside your new home.” She tilted his head up as if to look him in the eye as she spoke to him and said, “Christian, you are now about to commence a new life, training to be my personal slave.”
He tried fruitlessly to speak around his gag, his head shaking and his body struggling against his bonds. Before he knew it he was rolled over, face down. Steel cuffs closed around his ankles, his lower legs were pulled back and the chains between his wrist and ankle cuffs were pulled together, leaving him hogtied. Shocked into submission, the fight went out of him and he lay still.
Don’t ask any more questions or you will be gagged. Speak only when you are spoken to and obey my instructions implicitly. You will have the rest of your life to ask questions, that is assuming I grant you permission to talk. We are nearly at The Chateau.”
I knew he was unlikely to have taken in a word that I had said and true to expectations he blurted out, “Where are we going? What do you mean, the rest of my life? I can pay…”
Before he could say anything else his head was pulled back, his nose pinched and as he gasped for air, I forced a hard rubber ball past his teeth, filling his mouth and stretching his jaw. Straps encircled his head and were buckled together and tightened at the back of his head. There was nothing gentle about my treatment of him. He continued to try to speak around the gag and so adhesive tape was stretched across his mouth and I pressed it down firmly over his lips and cheeks. When I had finished he was reduced to making much muted “mmff” sounds.
“As I have already said, we are going to the Chateau which is on the outskirts of Sydney, Australia and you can class what just happened to you as an introductory lesson. From now on, listen to what I tell you and do exactly what you are told – nothing more and nothing less. If I have to tell you more than once, it will usually be accompanied by some level of pain that, despite the masochistic potential I’ve identified in you, you will not enjoy. Your other lessons will commence once you’re inside your new home.” I tilted his head up as if to look him in the eye as spoke and said, “Christian, you are now about to commence a new life, a life as my personal slave.”
He tried fruitlessly to speak around his gag, his head shaking and his body struggling against his bonds. To reinforce my control over him, I rolled him over, face down. Steel cuffs closed around his ankles, his lower legs were pulled back and I joined the chains between his wrist and ankle cuffs, leaving him hogtied. He seemed shocked at how easily I had forced him into submission. The fight went out of him and he lay still.
I continued to hold him as I ran the fingers of my free hand gently down the side of his face while giving him a few moments to process what I had said and done to him. “Calm down my precious little captive. I know it is scary at the moment but it will not take long before you adapt,” I said as soothingly as possible. I released his arm and he gave one final struggle before he accepted the futility of his efforts and stopped fighting.
“We searched the world for you and have been observing you for a number of months. Having received feedback from a number of friends and other contacts in and around your work, it seems you have all the attributes I’m seeking in a long term slave. You’re handsome, intelligent and well educated. You have good health, a hot body and hopefully good genes that we may be able to harvest. It seems you have even mentioned the desire to be a slave, albeit jokingly, when flirting with some of the ladies in your social circles.”
Giving him a few seconds to think about that, I went on. “This is not a joke and you don’t have a choice. The decision has been made and there can be no going back. I note you have little contact with family hence it is likely to be months before you are even really missed. Your work colleagues in the financial services department of your bank have all been provided with a plausible reason for you taking up an overseas job at no notice. Your personal effects, lease, car and any other details will be taken care of by our organization and before too long the story will be leaked that you were involved in a financial scam in a remote African country and have disappeared. While you might be missed, you will not really be missed.”
Christian’s head was spinning as he tried to take in what he was hearing. None of it made any sense. The only thing he knew at this stage was that he was being kidnapped. He could not see a thing or utter a word, his hands were cuffed behind his back and he had this strange, yet somehow familiar sophisticated British female voice telling him that she was enslaving him. As he wracked his brain to try and remember where he had heard her voice before, he remembered drinking in a bar in New York City, just a few blocks from his workplace on Wall Street. That was where he had heard it. He was chatting to this very friendly and attractive British visitor when all of a sudden he had taken ill. His last memory was of the room spinning and she held him in her arms. “It is ok. You will be alright,” she whispered soothingly in his ear before it all went black.
As he processed the information, he was mortified to find that his body was reacting to this news in a way that would be very obvious to his captor, assuming there was light in the vehicle and she was observing him. He tried to cross his legs and hide it, only to find he kept getting harder by the second as the movement of his legs only served to stimulate him further. He had no idea if his captor could see what was happening. He hoped not. He felt the gentle feminine touch as she stroked his face, running her fingers back and forth across the gag and the tape. Although he was feeling it indirectly, he found it surprisingly erotic.
As he squirmed, he felt his legs being drawn apart. She chuckled. “Ahhh yes! just as I expected. The body shows what the mind struggles to accept. You are reacting just the way I had hoped and that bodes well for the future – for your future.” Her voice only served to increase his arousal.
“Good boy. It is nice to confirm that my selection was a wise one and your responses are as expected. You should respond well to the training.” To his utter dismay, he was now as hard as he had ever been in his life.
The van turned off the road and he heard the crunching of gravel as it continued on its way. He assumed they must be entering the grounds of the chateau. Sydney, Australia, he thought to himself. How the hell did he get from New York City to the other side of the world? She must be misleading him, screwing with his brain. It was only moments later the van crunched to a stop. He had no idea how long they had been travelling as he had no idea how long he had been unconscious.
“We are here,” she said, rather needlessly. “Listen carefully to all instructions. Next time I will not be so gentle with you if you choose to ignore them.” Having experienced her gagging him, he wondered what would constitute rough treatment if she classed what she had done to him as gentle.
He felt her hands grasp both of his arms and with a grunt, she pulled him up into a kneeling position, the hard steel of the handcuffs biting into the thin flesh of his wrists. Then he felt something around his neck. He could sense a roller buckle being tightened, just enough that it was snug but comfortable and then he heard what sounded like the closing of a pad lock.
“I have just fitted your training and security collar. It is locked in place and I hold the only key. It is fitted with a tasar for use in an emergency. If you fail to obey me, within reasonable limits, I will give you a warning pulse to remind you of your place. If that does not work and you become uncontrollable, I will not hesitate to leave you a blubbering, foaming mess, quivering on the floor. I get no joy out of treating people like that so please don’t make me. It tends to make them nervous and skittish which serves neither of our purposes. When we leave the van, just follow my lead and listen to my instructions. Nod if this is clear to you.” Christian had little choice and obeyed his captor, nodding twice.
Considering his options and whether he should test the collar, he decided that it would serve little purpose while he was still cuffed hand and foot as well as being blindfolded. An opportunity for escape is bound to present itself in time to come, he thought to himself. In his present predicament, it was neither the time nor the place. The door opened and felt a cool breeze across his bare skin. He heard a click and then sensed that his Mistress was getting out. He could faintly smell her musky scent as she moved. “I have attached a lead to your collar. Follow me on your knees to the door and you will, with a little assistance, be able to step out and stand up. The chain on your ankle cuffs will allow you to take small steps.”
He felt a tug on the leash and he had no choice but to follow. If he didn’t he was going to fall flat on his face with no way of breaking his fall, hence he followed obediently. At the edge of the door, a hand stopped him and he was lowered back onto his side. He felt his feet being pulled around and his body pivoted with them as his feet were lowered until he felt the gravel outside the car. He was then pulled back into a sitting position.
“Stand!” There was the tug on the leash again. Although he was a little unsteady and despite the fact that he was bare foot in the gravel, he managed to stand.
“Come!” The tug on the leash prompted him to take his first tentative step, feeling the limitation of the chain on his ankle cuffs. He quickly adapted and managed to keep up although the tension on the leash did not let up. Shortly he was out of the gravel and on what felt like a flagstone path. The flagstones felt good against his bare feet as he was led along the path for what seemed like an interminable period; eventually being brought to a halt. “Down.” The lovely sounding voice conflicted with the harsh foce on his lead that dragged him back down to his knees.
“Hello Mistress Sarah. Welcome back with your prize. I know you have expended much effort in finding him and he does look like a fine specimen of man hood. Please prepare him for my briefing.” It was not hard for Christian to work out that the woman behind the new voice was obviously in charge.
He felt something pulling his hands down towards his feet and at the same time there was tension pulling his ankle chain up to meet his hands. When he was close to the limit of his movement, the pulling stopped and he was secured. He was now tilted back in a most awkward position and he had to spread his knees to maintain his balance. He realised, to his shame, that this position left him open and exposed but he was totally helpless to change his situation.
“Take his blindfold off but he can remain gagged for the time being. He has obviously incurred your displeasure already so I am certainly not interested in giving him the opportunity to incur mine.”
Christian felt the blindfold release and it was lifted from his head. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the dim light and although he realized it was night time, he had no idea what time it was. When his eyes focused he was awestruck. He was facing what he could only describe to himself as a Goddess in black leather. There was lighting arranged around the grounds and one of the ground lights was either accidently or strategically placed behind this figure, outlining her form perfectly.
“Good evening slave. I am Maitresse Donna, Head Mistress of your new home, The Chateau. You are about to commence an amazing new phase of your life, one from which there is no return. Christian as the world knew him before - is gone. Christian’s new world will be a life of total devotion and servitude to your owner, Mistress Sarah. You will undergo an intense training period where you will learn from the experienced Dommes and slaves of the Chateau, what it is we do around here. Once we discover where your talents lie, you will become an integral part of our support team. If you respond well to your new life you will find it very satisfying. If for some reason you cannot adapt, the consequences will be dire.”
Christian considered his current position and wondered just how much more dire things could get for him. Maitresse Donna was standing; hands on hips, legs slightly spread looking down upon him. She was wearing high heeled black leather knee high boots. The tops of her long stocking clad legs were covered by tight leather shorts over which she wore a long black leather coat that zipped up at the front. Only the top section from the waist up was done up, pressing against her ample breasts and pulling her waist in like a fitted corset. Christian quickly assessed the bottom section and thought that if it were to be zipped up, it would be like a full body corset. Her long dark hair was pulled back severely into a pony tail and her piercing blue eyes seemed to be staring straight into his soul. He shivered but at the same time found himself unable to look away.
She adjusted her stance, lifting one foot onto the top of a small rock wall, which allowed the leg of her shorts to part slightly. Christian received an ever so brief glimpse of what looked like tight leather panties or a thong pulled tightly against her pubic mound. As erotic and suggestive as it was, he realized that he couldn’t really see anything but he was mesmerized nonetheless. He also concluded that nothing she was doing was being done by accident. She was fully aware of the effect she was having on him.
“You will be fitted with a chastity device to control your urges and Mistress Sarah will hold the only key. You will remain in some level of bondage until we are satisfied that you have accepted your position. You will also have various piercings, starting with the center of your universe – your cock, in order to keep you focused. You will only ever address any woman in the Chateau as Mistress or Ma’am, depending on her status. The common theme is that all the women, even the female slaves who reside here, have a higher status than you.”
Maitresse Donna reached down and grasped both of his nipples, squeezing them firmly before rolling them back and forth a few times between her thumb and forefinger. His eyes widened as the pain shot through him and he made muffled but fruitless noises through his gag. As he looked into her eyes he could see the pleasure she was getting from his reaction. As shocked as he was, Christian’s body once again responded to his predicament, much to his humiliation. The more he tried to control it and think of other things, the more he was aroused. It was not helped by some subtle movements by Maitresse Donna, obviously designed for effect, and it worked. He was totally helpless and his own body was betraying him.
“Ahhh yes. Such a typical male – you are all so predictable and easy. It is difficult to see how you continue to think that you can rule the world. I see you are responding as expected, slave. Good boy. You have potential.”
Little did Christian know of the effect he was having on Maitresse Donna as well. Her movements were not only designed to tease him but also to provide some relief to her as the pleasure of exercising her power over the new slave brought joy to her, both mentally and physically. There was something incredibly erotic when a brand new slave was introduced to the Chateau. Maybe it was the knowledge that she held the power of life and death over these captives but she felt her feelings were much more complex than this. She was however, very adept at hiding those feelings and simply displayed an outward veneer of total calm and control while inwardly her hormones were raging as one would expect for someone with such absolute power..
Releasing his nipples, she turned towards the three level building behind her and said, “Your new home. Enjoy the view from the outside as it will be quite some time before you get to see it like this again, if indeed, ever.”
Christian scanned the building and he was trying to picture where such a building might exist in Sydney, assuming he was still near Sydney. He could see that it was a stately old building made of brick with bold timberwork and it looked like it might have been built originally as a Monastery or even a convent. It was obvious to him that he was only seeing a small part of it and he could not help but be impressed, despite his current situation.
“Mistress Sarah, I think it is now time to take him in to meet some of the other Mistresses and slaves and to commence his indoctrination. You may wish to attach a different leash arrangement though. It is up to you to decide about the gag. If you think he may have learned his lesson; by all means feel free to remove it.” And then to Christian she added, “All new slaves in the Chateau are led by the centers of their universe, that is, their cocks and/or balls. This ring will be temporary until we fit the permanent one. As you have already discovered, we expect you to respond to direction and not speak unless granted permission. If Mistress Sarah removes your gag, I expect your total compliance. Nod if you understand and agree.”
Christian’s jaw was aching and he desperately wanted the gag removed. He looked nervously into the eyes of Maitresse Donna and sensed she was not a woman to be pushed. He nodded. She then stepped forward and grasped his chin in one hand and delivered a resounding slap across his face with the other. “That is the last time you will look me in the eye. When you are in my presence, your eyes should be downcast unless you are directed otherwise. The privilege of looking is earned. You have no rights.” He was shocked by the slap and its force had brought tears to his eyes but with little choice, he then looked down at the ground in submission. He was hurt and humiliated and confused by this overload of sensory inputs. She then ran her fingers gently down the side of his face.
“Don’t worry. You will find the rules quite straight forward and I am sure you will learn them quickly.” Maitresse Donna then turned smartly and strode off toward the Chateau and disappearing inside and out of view.