1 comments/ 70595 views/ 4 favorites A Call To Serve Ch. 1 By: fantasywriter For several years I had built my reputation as a firm but understanding master in the art of bondage and discipline. Then, one day a friend had come to the house to tell me of a woman who was telling people of her scorn for me. "She's saying you're a fraud, a charlatan who hides behind a mask to frighten little girls." As I sat and listened to the slanderous remarks I couldn't help but wonder what her intentions might be. I felt the long forgotten stirrings of emotions that I hadn't experienced for some time, a thirst for this new adventure. "Does this woman have a name?" He told me had only heard a first name, Suzie. It had been quite some time since I had made the club scene. You were right; I had always worn a mask just so I could enter a place like this and no one would be the wiser. I had obtained a brief description of this "Suzie" creature and in seconds I saw you. I must admit, it would have been almost impossible not to notice you. Some women wear their beauty like a crutch, others like a defense mechanism. Your presence said that you knew you turned heads, enjoyed the fact, even going so far as to revel in it and the power it gave you over others. I couldn't help but smile and think I may have found a suitable foe. I watched as you turned down suitor after suitor as they tried to buy the beautiful woman a libation. "He said what?" I could see the amazement on your face as the waitress informed her that the man over there, "thinks you should buy him a drink." It only took a second to regain your composure before you slowly turned on the barstool and gave me a glance. I sat there, all smiles and lifted my empty glass in your direction. Motioning for you to come and join me it was quite the presentation watching as you slid from the stool and sauntered over to where I sat. I stood to offer you a seat but the quick shake of your head told me you weren't planning on staying long. "I should buy you a drink? Why in the world would I want to do that?" Dressed as I was in a polyester suit best left to the seventies, gold chains flashing against my open collared shirt, I opened my mouth and spoke with my best used car salesman voice. "Because little lady, I understand we both carry a strong dislike for a certain man known as Sir William." The flash in your eyes told me I had hit a nerve and you granted me a smile and sat down beside me. "So, you know this man?" "Hell, I know all about him. He's quite the character. I know most people here are just in it for the fun, you know?" as I winked and put my hand on your stockinged leg. "Not him, I hear he's mean, just pure mean. Why I heard about one woman went up there, she never came back." "I find that hard to believe," you said, removing my hand and touching it like it was an insect that needed to be squashed. No man can have that kind of influence over a woman. It's pure stupidity to even think so. He's just never dealt with someone like..." "Like you lady?" as I leaned back in the seat and laughed. Your hand shot to my neck, squeezing tightly and as my eyes bulged you looked at me with yours as dark as midnight saying, "That's exactly right, someone like me." You let go of me and I coughed, "Jesus lady, no offense. I'm just saying by the looks of that fancy house he lives in he probably..." "You know where he lives?" "Well yeah, but it's a ways from..." You arose, tossed me a set of keys and said, "Take me." As you made a straight line for the door I ran to catch up. The cool night air followed us as I drove the convertible from the parking lot. "Okay, you want to see his place. I'll take you but I want to know what's in it for me." You leaned over, put her arm around my neck and slipped your other hand between my legs. Inching ever closer you brought your lips to my ear and whispered, "You get to keep these" and gave me a quick painful squeeze. My eyes blinked with the tears that filled them as you moved back over to your seat a wide smile filling your face. The rest of the drive was in silence until I pulled to a stop in front of the long entranceway to a huge dark house. Exiting the car you turned and looked at me. "Are you waiting on an invitation? Come on, I want to get closer." I started to shake my head no but you just took your hand and showed me your squeezing technique again. As we skirted the driveway, we made our way up toward the house, which stood in total darkness. Seeing nothing you motioned for us to go around the side and look around out back. As we turned the corner, light flooded the property and three men suddenly appeared, all heavily armed and looking not friendly at all. "Hey", I said "We had some car problems and we thought maybe you might have a phone we could..." "Silence" the man in the middle barked. "No problem, we've probably bothered these people enough honey, let's just..." And with a muffled thud the man who had come up behind us hit me in the head and I fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. You barely gave me a glance before turning your attention to the man who had spoke. "I demand to see Sir Will..." "You demand nothing here. Find their car; pull it into the compound. She will come with us." The man who had hit me spoke saying, "What about him?" "He's of no concern to us, kill him." The two men grabbed your arms and began walking you toward the house but you came to a sudden stop at the sound of two muffled gunshots. You jerked loose and turned quickly to see the man removing the silencer from his weapon and standing over my body. The spokesman for the group then saying, "If you don't want to end up like your friend, I would suggest you come along quietly." He could see that you were visibly shaken by the recent turn of events and didn't even require their touch. Ashen white, you simply began walking forward, the two men flanking your side as they turned the corner and disappeared behind the house. "They're gone sir, are you alright?" As my killer helped me up off the ground, I brushed myself off saying, "Surprisingly so for a dead man. Well done James, here's the keys to her car, it's parked near the front entrance. Have the men been properly instructed on what to do?" "Yes sir, they know their parts. Everything is in place just as you requested." "Excellent, I'll see you inside." As he left to pull the convertible in I once again felt that surge of adrenaline, that same feeling I had experienced the first time I had heard your name. I closed my eyes, remembered back at the club how you had reveled in your own beauty and how it was my turn now to revel in the game that was about to begin. You had been taken around back of the house where the doors to the cellar stood open. "Down there", the man pointed and though you looked to protest a quick raising of his gun convinced you otherwise. You made her way down the steps until you reached the bottom where you turned just in time to see both of the doors slamming shut. Seconds later the sounds of a padlock being put into place and then there was silence. In total darkness you turned and began to inch your way carefully until you came to a wall. The touch of cinderblock continued all along the first two turns you made until the surface changed to a rough wooden texture. It was a huge door, one with no handle that you could find on the inside and though you pushed with all of your might it was not to budge an inch. There was only one way in and one way out. The silence, the darkness, the events that had just passed all combined into one and you felt herself shiver momentarily. I watched all this from the comfort of my bedroom where I had gone to change for the evening. The money I had spent on the cameras and audio equipment had been well spent. Even in the darkness the infrared camera showed you and the dilemma you were in quite clearly. A knock on my door and James entered. "Should I start the tape now sir?" "I think it's time James, go ahead." He went over to the audio/visual center and pushed play on the VCR. I had taped this session the day before. No picture was needed; it was the audio portion of the tape that I wanted my guest to hear courtesy of the speaker mounted in the air duct, which led to her room. I had used the skills of a young lady; a devotee of mine named Tina. The tape started from the moment she was dragged into the chamber, begging, pleading for mercy from, "My lord." Her screams, her anguish were quite real, quite convincing, as I knew how much she enjoyed it. As the session neared it's climax the young woman's sobs filled the tape followed by the sound of a whip being slammed to a table. Next, the sound of my voice saying, "I grow weary of this one, all of the sport has been taken out of her. Has the new one arrived?" "Yes, my lord. She's in the cellar." "Excellent, I'll need some time to prepare. For now, this one has outlived her purpose. Burn the body." As my footsteps echoed as I left the area only the sounds of Beth softly crying until she's heard to exclaim, "No, please I beg of you, take pity, NO!" and then the sound of a single gunshot followed only by silence. During the entire time the tape had played I had sat on my bed, watching the monitor and seeing how the "intruder" would handle it. I was amazed to see that for the first few minutes you had shown remarkable composure. But, as the time went by and the punishment became even more severe, you began to visibly flinch each time the whip would find its mark. My gaze traveled up your body to see that yours were tightly shut, your head thrown back and mouth open. Eyes open wide I think, she's transferring each blow to her own body. It's what she wants, what she needs, all of her, her actions, her words, her voice, it's all a façade. I felt the smile come to my face as I watched this woman climax just as my helpless captive had. As you slowly came back down from your euphoria, your face began to once again harden, your resolve being put back in place. At least that was until the final few seconds of the tape, when the girls pleas were heard, only to be answered by the sound of gunfire. Even our hardened "guest" couldn't stifle the scream that came from her lips. As I showered, washing the smell of polyester off of me, I let my mind roam over the possibilities of how this might all play out. Stepping back into the master bedroom I couldn't help but smile at the choice of clothing that James had laid out for me on the bed. I dressed slowly and then made my way down the stairs to where the four gentlemen from earlier were waiting for me. "Well, so far I must say I'm quite impressed. Are you ready for more?" James spoke saying, "I believe I speak for all sir. Ready Sir William, shall we start act two?" "All the worlds a stage my friend, let's begin." You heard a key being put in the lock and then the heavy door slowly opening. Even though the light that entered was minimal you still had to shield your eyes from the sudden brilliance. As your sight began to return the three men who had imprisoned you stood at the doorway. "Now, we can do this the hard way" and one of them held the shackles up for you to see, "or we can do it the easy way. It's up to you. What's it gonna be lady?" I must admit it was an amazing transformation to see you straighten your shoulders, walk right past the three men, turn and say, "Where to?" I had instructed them to take you through the catacombs that ran under the home. After a few minutes it was obvious you had been totally confused as one turn, followed by a stairwell, then more turns had left you hopelessly lost. Finally, they came to a stop in front of a door, one quite similar to the door the four of you had exited from just minutes ago. One of the men struggled but the door finally opened revealing a huge chamber, dark except for a single light shining down on a massive chair. "Be seated" and as you did the three men took up positions, two at each arm and the third directly behind you. "Now what?" "Now, we wait." I stood back in the shadows watching as you tried to make yourself comfortable. It was a lost cause; I had designed the piece of furniture with comfort being the furthest thing in mind. The arms were so far apart that one couldn't rest theirs, the back situated so far back that you couldn't lean against it and the height positioned so that your feet could not touch the ground. You squirmed, tried unsuccessfully to cross your legs only to almost topple, finally just sitting still with your hands folded in your lap. After a few more minutes had passed, I strode from the darkness, walking ever so slowly towards the figure in the chair. I knew my appearance into the light would capture your attention and I wanted your complete attention. I stopped; knowing that you were looking upon an individual covered in a black monk's robe, the cowl pulled forward so that the face was hidden and the arms tucked inside the others sleeves so that no flesh could be seen. I waited several moments before speaking, "Why are you here?" The silence hung there for a moment before you cleared your throat and said, "I want to see Sir Will…." "SILENCE", I roared. "You have been found skulking around like a common thief. Are their others with you?" "No, I came with.." I pointed to the man standing guard behind you, "Search the grounds. Use the dogs." and he hurriedly left to do my biding. I turned my attention back to where you sat saying; "You should pray if you're lying because only god will be able to save you if you are." "If you are truly alone, then no one knows you are here. Your vehicle has been found and is well on its way to the scrap heap by now. Oh, and your rather colorful accomplice has been properly dealt with." You shot back saying, "He told people where we were going. He knew where you lived, what kind of person you are and they'll come looking for us." "Well then, his appearance I heard did not do justice to his knowledge. What was his name?" Once again the silence hung there, "You don't know his name? What did he look like?" "Uh, he had brown hair, longer in the back, blue eyes I think, oh and he had a mustache." "Impressive, it sounds like," as I let both my hands come free from my garb, "he looks a lot like", took the cowl by my hands, pulled it back and let my face raise to your eyes, "me." It was so sweet to not only hear but see the gasp that came forth from you, the confusion and then the recognition in your eyes. Alas, it only lasted mere seconds before you lunged at me from the chair only to find yourself held securely by the two men who had stayed at your side. "YOU BASTARD" you spat and I accepted the compliment with a wry smile and a slight bow. "Impressive, it sounds like," as I let both my hands come free from my garb, "he looks a lot like", took the cowl by my hands, pulled it back and let my face raise to your eyes, "me." It was so sweet to not only hear but see the gasp that came forth from you, the confusion and then the recognition in your eyes. Alas, it only lasted mere seconds before you lunged at me from the chair only to find yourself held securely by the two men who had stayed at your side. "YOU BASTARD" you spat and I accepted the compliment with a wry smile and a slight bow. I let my robe fall and I stood in front of this outraged creature in my black slacks, white Versace collarless shirt, black boots and something I had removed from the pocket of my robe, a rather nasty looking dagger which I held that had suddenly come to your attention. Advancing to stand only inches from you I placed the gleaming edge under you chin, letting it rest there. With a cold smile I say, "Don't move, we certainly wouldn't want this to slip and hurt someone now would we?" I leaned down and put the blade directly between your legs. Your eyes closed as I turned the knife sideways and made the initial cut in your dress. Moving slowly and deliberately, it passed you dripping sex, stomach, breasts to your neck where the knife cut free and your dress fell in tatters at your feet. In another circumstance you would have been the type of woman that men would have gladly sold their souls to the devil for even a chance to see such beauty. You were exquisite in your white lace bra, matching panties, garter belt, stockings and heels. As you slowly opened your eyes I must not have had the traditional Pavlov's dogs approach you were used to from men lucky enough to be in your presence. You saw me standing there, arms crossed and a rather cool, nonchalant look on my face. What followed hurt more than any whip, cane, slap or torture ever could. I watched as you flinched visibly when I uttered one single word. "Adequate." That single, simple sentence and your head slumped down on your chest, unwittingly assuming the position favored by most submissive. I knew your pride had just taken a huge blow and I didn't want to give you a chance to regain her composure. I walked past and hit the switch located under the chair. The hum of a hydraulic motor started as the back of the chair and the arms fell to unveil a flat level surface. I opened the four secret compartments from which I pulled four shackles all welded to bolts within the table. "Put her on the table." Both of the men took an arm each but once again I found myself surprised at your resiliency. You jerked free of their hold and taking a deep breath walked calmly over to stand directly in front of me. I shook my head quickly to the men, telling them not to interfere. Even as vulnerable as you must felt at that moment you locked eyes with me and I made sure not to blink as you looked for any sign of weakness. I still had the dagger in one hand and I felt that was the only thing keeping you from scratching my eyes out. "Up on the table, on all fours" I said and though you hesitated another moment you did turn slowly and climb onto the table. I felt as if I was approaching a very dangerous jungle cat as your head moved and your eyes watched every move I made. I went behind you, placing the knife between your legs as I took the first metal cuff and placed it around your left ankle. A supreme satisfaction flowed through me as I locked it in place with an audible click, which caused you to jump. The right leg iron soon followed and I proceeded to move directly in front. Once again your gaze met mine, you with both palms flat on the hard surface and this time I put the sharp blade directly between the two of us. For a moment or two I worried you might try but with a sigh escaping your lips your head hung down once again, showing your true colors. First the left wrist and then the right and moments later the prey had been captured. Your head still down I saw as you first flexed her ankles and then your wrists testing to see how very little freedom of movement was allowed. "You're not going anywhere my dear." Your head slowly lifted, eyes flashing and tersely said, "I'M NOT YOUR DEAR." "Where are my manners? You're correct, you're my guest and I haven't even offered you anything. James, have my dinner brought down, I'll dine here with this lovely lady this evening. Oh, and bring her something to drink. A few minutes later he made his appearance, items in both hands and when she saw them she started struggling against her bonds. "Now, now you're not going to make me dine alone are you?" You watched eyes wide open as James connected the large container of clear fluid to the rung overhead. The tubing that ran from it had been ingenuously inserted through one end and out the other of a ball gag. You tried desperately to pull back; your mouth tightly held shut as I brought the apparatus up to your face. "Open wide", as I took one hand and squeezed your cheekbones until I had forced you to open your mouth. The ball popped in and I cinched it tight behind your head. Like a wild horse, you shook your mane from side to side trying to dislodge the intruder but to no avail. You watched in horror as I turned the knob and the fluid began racing down the tube. I took your head in my hands saying, "It's really quite simple. You can drink or you can drown." A Call To Serve Ch. 1 You fought valiantly for a moment or two before your body betrayed you and began to swallow. "Good girl" I said as I patted you on the head and your eyes that looked back at me burned with pure hatred. Little did you know that the water you were partaking from had been mixed with a mild hallucinogenic, one that would increase your already rising paranoia. In order to turn you into the true submissive I knew you could be I needed that edge. The body was easy to take, it was the mind and all the secrets it held that needed to follow for me to succeed. "Ah, here's my dinner now. We'll partake together." If you would have seen rather than heard the video from earlier, then you would have recognized the figure that came towards me. The brown haired beauty with the matching eyes was Tina. She was dressed this time in her maid's outfit, one designed by me. The tight corset around her middle gave her an even more alluring figure with her bountiful breasts available to anyone's touch. Her stockings gave way to heels and the choker around her neck with a silver ring completed the look. She placed my food and drink in front of me and then waited as I attached a chain that ran from the side of the table to her collar and with eyes downcast she knelt at my side. As I began eating my delicious meal between sips of wine I explained, "You see, this one has already found her place in life. She's an exceptional cook but she knows that I'll find something wrong with the meal just so that she'll be punished. She lives for that, don't you my pet?" The handful of hair that I had grabbed and pulled backwards had brought her face up, eyes tightly shut as she drank in the sensations, enjoying the moment. I let my hand slip down to one of her nipples, which I began pulling and tugging on. "You on the other hand have much to learn but in time you too will learn that a beautiful woman's place in life is bound and gagged at my feet, obedient to my every desire." Your eyes, even though the drug had begun to work it's magic causing you to blink rapidly, still shone the signs of my demise if you were to get loose. "The steak was overdone, you know I demand medium rare and it was cooked medium. Prepare yourself for this oversight. Oh, and you will need a gag," as I looked directly into your eyes, "I've heard enough from the female of the species for one evening." Your eyes watched in amazement as I unlocked her from the table and she walked over, pulled down a gag from the wall and put it on. She then stepped over to the padded sawhorse and placed her ankles in the shackles there, locking them into place. Her arms followed, each lifted up to the irons hanging down from the ceiling and then cast her eyes downward awaiting me. I took my time choosing my implement from the endless variety on the wall. The cat of nine tails always left a lasting impression, that and I knew it to be Tina's favorite. Pulling on the tension rods her body stretched tightly till her feet barely touched the floor and her entire being was available for the whip. Your eyes shone even from across the room at the spectacle that was taking place before you. Taking the tip of the crop in hand I put it under Tina's chin and brought her eyes level with mine. The gag prevented her from smiling but her eyes were alive with what she knew was about to happen. Thirty minutes later the two men were taking her down from her perch, her body bathed in sweat, her back, legs, breasts covered with the thin lines caused by the cat. The entire time I had kept a close eye on you and just as I expected each blow that Tina received you did as well. Each twitch, each moan that your gags prevented from escaping, almost identical to one another. Your body with a fine sheen of perspiration on it even though you'd never moved from your spot. I couldn't help but think to myself here is a very special woman and I alone will mold her. "Put her in the cage" I instructed my two assistants and they half carried half drug the young woman where she fell in a heap onto the straw covered floor. Your eyes showed the full effects of the drug now; awash with the illegal substance I'd unleashed on your body. Fear combined with still a touch of anger showed as I began to remove your gag. "Now, I know you have a mouthful my dear and you could spit it out at me but then again you might want to ask yourself, am I in any position to do that now?" Your clouded mind struggled but finally came to the conclusion no and swallowed. "I think we've had enough excitement for one evening, let's prepare you for bed. You'll be much more comfortable without these, don't you think?" You gasped as the cold steel of the dagger touched skin between your breasts first, then your hips and you were left only in your garter belt and stockings. I couldn't help but notice how your nipples were standing full and erect while your sex was dripping from your obvious excitement. I stepped behind you and unlocked both your bonds. You seemed surprised though as I quickly slipped a rope around one of your ankles and tied both of them together. I did the same for your knees before moving once again to stand directly in front of you. The night had taken its toll on you, I could see you straining to keep your eyes open and focus on the situation at hand. I freed you from the shackles but quickly took your wrists and bound them together. Taking the rope in hand I pulled your hands down to where they were flush against your Mon pubis and threaded the thick, course rope directly between your legs. "Unghh" was the sound that escaped your lips as I took all the slack and tied the end of the ropes to your ankles pulling them up to the back of your knees. A quick tug or two produced the desired effect as you began panting from the pressure that was being applied directly on your clit. All the fight for the moment had gone out of you and there was no resistance as I slipped the hooded mask with it's own gag over your head and tightened the laces. "Put here with the other one" and the two men picked you up and unceremoniously dumped you into the cell next to the still body already there. "Sleep well and have pleasant dreams" I said as I shut the door to your abode, locking it before I left. Seconds later, only silence filled the room. You tried moving as best you could but the bonds had been tied tightly and even the slightest movement sent your body into shivers as the rope between your legs worked it's magic. The eyeholes had been left open on the mask and you could see the silent figure next to you. She was either unconscious or sleeping, you knew not which but you found yourself quickly following suit. You had no idea how long you had been out but the next time you opened your eyes there was Kim sitting up in front of you, a look of anger filling her face. "You've come to take my place, haven't you?" she said. "Just because you're so beautiful you think they won't be able to resist you, isn't that right." Speech was impossible but you tried moving your head back and forth from side to side finding that to be even difficult to do. She took one of her hands and began running it down the rope going from between your legs down to your ankles. "You don't know him like I do. He gives me what I need and in return I provide him with everything he needs. Do you understand?" and with that she gave the rope a sharp tug. The gag muffled the scream but there was no hiding your bodies' reaction as the sudden orgasm gripped you and shook you like a rag doll. She watched, eyes wide open as your body convulsed, each movement intensifying the combination of pain from your bondage and the pleasure you were deriving. Slowly, your body began to return to normal but now instead of anger on your cellmates face there was a devilish grin. "You like it, you really do. You enjoy being submissive." Once again the gag served its purpose but you angrily shook your head as best you could. "Let me see if this makes it even better" as Kim rolled you over onto your stomach and delivered a sharp slap to your ass. For the next hour or so she played you like a violin, alternating blows and then pulling on your ropes. You lost track of the times you came, you would ride one wave after the other as they crashed like the breakers on a windswept sea. The pain and pleasure all mixed into one until they were inseparable and you simply gave in to their unquenchable desire. When the last ounce of pleasure had been racked from your body you saw Kim, laying beside you, stroking your mask and smiling. Seconds later the darkness claimed you again. I had watched this entire spectacle from my bedroom, a glass of fine cognac keeping me company all the while. Kim had done well, as I knew she would and my suspicions had been proven correct. As you had slipped into your exhausted sleep she had looked up where she knew the camera to be and had smiled her approval. I remember thinking, she'll have to pay for that indiscretion, and I can't have her thinking that she's more than just a pawn in this game. The two men came into view on the camera, quietly opened the door and escorted Kim out. You were alone now and so you would remain until morning. Once again, you had no idea of how long you had slept. You saw that you were the only one still left in the cell and the silence and the darkness were your only company. As the seconds, minutes, hours, you had no way of knowing, passed you felt yourself drift in and out, remembrances of what had happened during the past flooding your senses. Suddenly, the sound of the cage door opening and he's there again. The hood is removed and he kneels at your side a smile filling his face. "I bet you're quite thirsty. Would you care for a drink?" Your mouth so dry from your recent ordeal you can't find the words but simply shake your head yes. You probably wouldn't have been so quick to agree if you had noticed once again the container hanging from the ceiling and then the gag being slipped between your lips. With eyes flashing you see his smile turn into an evil grin as he begins the flow of liquid and you're forced to partake. You can't help but wonder why he sits quietly beside you as you consume more and more of the slightly bitter tasting fluid. As the minutes pass you notice that you're having a hard time focusing on his face and then he's gone altogether. Waking up from your drug induced sleep, you found yourself sore from head to toe. As you groggily tried to move you found yourself hanging, helpless with your wrist bound to a hook above your head while you're legs were spread and shackled to a bar on the ground below. Darkness still prevailed but this time because of the blindfold that covered your eyes. "Ah, you're awake. We've been waiting on you." You knew that voice too well by now as it drew closer. "I wanted you to see my work for the first time when I was here to appreciate your response. Here, let's take this off of you" and I pulled the mask from over your eyes. I had positioned the full-length mirror so that when the blindfold was removed you'd get the full effect of what I'd had done to you. You didn't disappoint me as you're eyes opened wide and you stared at your reflection. I moved to stand next to you that you might see me in the mirror as well saying, "There are certain things that are best done while the subject is, shall we say, not available. I trust you didn't mind." Silence, nothing but silence as you continued to stare at the picture in front of you. "Your nipples will be quite sore for some time but I think the gold rings look lovely against your skin. I've had them made especially for you out of a certain alloy guaranteed to remain locked for a lifetime. Oh, and I believe they should greatly increase your sensitivity," as I reached up and pulled one of them. Your head arched back and a long moan escaped your lips as I played with it, pulling it out even further. I let go and the shudder that escaped your body told me that your training in the pain/pleasure principle was progressing nicely. "I think your marking turned out excellent. I employ only the best and the man asked me to tell you how very much he enjoyed his work with you. I gave him free reign to check everywhere on your body for the perfect spot. What do you think?" as I pulled your hair back and you gasped at the sight. A single initial had been emblazoned on your neck, a script W. My hand slipped behind your neck and grabbing a handful of your hair jerked your head back, turning your face towards me. "The W stands for William, you are mine now, body and soul. I own you. Do you understand me?" Where before I had seen only anger I now saw a mixture of still some fire but also lust and even a little fear. Still, you managed to find your voice long enough to whisper one word, "No." To Be Continued... A Call To Serve Ch. 2 And so it went, each day, each night filled with the promise of pain, the deliverance of pleasure though tendered with feelings like I'd felt like I'd never experience. I had feelings, strong feelings for the dark haired, green eyed beauty who become even more so in her submission. That evening had been our most intense yet and I had seen it in her eyes as she hung from the shackles she had found her true place in this world but in doing so she had made me a prisoner as well. That night as the clock struck midnight I looked on the screen to see you in your cage, your body still, at rest. The shackles in place though in reality they were not really needed. You didn't wish to leave anymore, you were safe here and I was already thinking of the time when you would share my bed. I watched the screen seeing you still even in the dim light but for a second, a brief moment in time I thought I saw a flicker move across the screen. Then...it went dark. My blood ran cold, the thought of what was happening sending me scurrying down the corridor. Taking the steps to the cellar quickly only to come to an abrupt halt at the scene before me. The blonde beauty standing over you, the knife gleaming even in the near darkness as she spat forth with venom, "You will never have him, he's mine!" I cried out, "NO TINA, STOP!" The beauty when she turned to me did so without allowing the knife to leave your throat. Your eyes grew wide as her other hand held your head back, allowing the razor sharp blade to nick your skin. A thin line of blood in stark contrast against your flesh. I couldn't help myself, I screamed anew "NO!", and I ran, moving quickly only to have her stand. When she turned I ran directly into it, the knife in Tina's hand now buried in my flesh. It happened so quickly but time seemed to stand still. My body standing, my eyes looking down at my stomach, blood pouring from the wound. Tina screamed, her footsteps pounding up the stairs as I toppled over, my body sprawled in front of you. Your eyes still wide, though now I wondered if in concern for another, not yourself. My hands shook, covered in blood, my own life source pouring freely from my body as I pulled the chain from around my neck free. The key to your irons held there. It took several tries but I finally managed to unlock one of them and with a sigh I handed the key to your freedom over and you quickly undid your other restraints. I know not why, I thought at best you would flee quickly. Instead you lifted my head, gingerly, almost tenderly until it lay in your lap. My eyes quickly losing their luster, the blue turning dim. I allowed my face to gaze up, to see what if my eyes were not playing tricks with me was a tear, a single tear falling. I forced a smile, my voice barely a whisper while saying, "Tell me, tell me you know...that I love you, tell me...M'lady." A nod, a quick movement but it brought me happiness. I lifted my hand, the fingers trembling to brush the tear aside. With that final gesture, a sigh escaped my lips and I took...my last breath. THE END It has been several years since I began this story, always unsure as to how to finish it. Not all stories have happy endings. Such is life.