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Uncle Charles' Proposal

By: Wifetheif



Elena sat in shock across from her wealthy uncle. His words were difficult for her to listen to but she knew that she must hear him out. 

"Your mother has shaped you in her image and has spoiled you. The two of you drove your late father away, yet you both continued to spend money on expensive clothes and useless luxuries even after his death. The way the two of you spent the massive insurance settlement he left you is nothing short of scandalous. And that is why you are both now flat broke. Yes I have a lot of money, but I am careful with it, I invest more than I spend and I try to find a bargain when I DO buy. Your grandfather instilled in me the value of thrift. Why your mother could not absorb the same lessons is a mystery I have never been able to fathom. Now the two of you come to me and beg me to dig you out of the hole the two of you have built. Because your mother is my sister, I will, provide for her, provided she is willing to live within the budget I set for her. But as for YOU! You are if anything worse than she is. I took a look at your bills. My God Elena, do understand the value of ANYTHING? I hope that you enjoy the poverty you have created for yourself!"

Elena's large blue eyes met the hard glance of her uncle, the famous investment broker. Now that his rage had subsided somewhat, she found her voice, "Uncle Charles, I am sorry for the way I behaved, please don't cut me off without a cent. I know I have not always been a dutiful niece but I have always had affection for you."

"You had affection for my wallet. How many colleges did I pay tuition to that you ended up either flunking out of or quitting when the course load got tough? I had hoped that college would change you but you never gave any of those schools a chance. Oh you found the fraternity houses and got just as stinking drunk as any of their brothers with no problem. You need to be taken in hand and reduced to nothing so that you can appreciate the value of simple frugal living. That dress you are wearing must cost upwards of a thousand dollars. Who do you think you are? A princess? An heiress? No! You are just a lazy, drunken, penniless, spendthrift clotheshorse. You DIGUST me!"

Elena's eyes filled with tears as she sat across the desk from her uncle in his big city office. "please Uncle Charles, there is no need to be harsh. I am sorry for the times that I failed you but I will be willing to do anything you ask to be forgiven and returned to your good graces I will give you control over my spending. I will do ANYTHING you ask to make things right between us." Elena began weeping softly.

Charles Mason took a long look at his niece. At twenty six years of age she was undeniably beautiful. She reminded Charles of the girl's mother, his sister, when she was that age, but mostly Elena had the handsome features of her late father. She had light brown hair, a trim figure and ample bust, her large blue eyes were lovely when they were not red from crying or drunkenness, The expensive dress accentuated the girl's fine legs. Charles thought about how much of a waste the girl had become. Too unfocused and too much of a spendthrift to marry off to one of Charles' rich business associates he was at the end of his rope with the girl. Part of him wanted to bend her over his knee and give her the spanking she so richly deserved for being such a colossal brat. For the thousandth time since Gerald Hawkins, Elena's father had passed away, Charles lamented his loss. Gerald had been Charles' best friend. Together they got into adventures and accumulated vast wealth. To keep Gerald in the family, Charles had introduced him to his sister, Patrice, Elena's mother. Charles had no doubt that if Gerald had lived, Elena would have turned out as a woman worthy to wear his name. Charles was sure that not even Patrice's divisive antics would have prevented Gerald from being an exceptional father. The fact that he had made his ex-wife and only child the sole heirs of his estate after succumbing to cancer, showed his devotion to the pair. Suddenly Charles Morgan had an idea. What his niece needed more than anything else was discipline. Perhaps it was not in fact too late...

"Elena, are you serious about being willing to do ANYTHING to be returned to my good graces?"

The lovely girl smiled and her face lit up. "Oh yes Uncle I will do anything you ask!"

Charles replied. "Hold that thought niece. I have an idea that I am sure that you will not like but which I think is exactly what you need and, quite frankly, what you deserve. If you complete the program I have planned for you I will give you a liberal allowance and will instruct you on how to invest and live an elegant yet thrifty life. But first you need a complete attitude and behavior readjustment. Come back to my office at noon in five days. A contract will be waiting for you to sign."

"Oh Uncle Charles!" squealed Elena as she stood, leaned across the desk and kissed him on the forehead.

Charles slid away from Elena's lips and eyed her stonily, "Wait until you see the fine print Elena. You will most probably turn tail and run. I believe that you are a coward on top of all of your other faults."

For Elena the next five days passed with agonizing slowness. The days were filled with turmoil as well. Credit card companies, loan companies, and mortgage companies made harassing phone calls and threats. Elena was surprised that her uncle did not stop the repossession of her cute little sports-car. With nothing happening Elena wondered just what her uncle's plan was.

Elena was nearly late for her scheduled meeting with her Uncle Charles because she had to take public transportation. Elena could scarcely believe that thousands of people rode buses and subways every day. She could not imagine having to ride the bus regularly. When Elena entered the office she met a phalanx of lawyers. Off to one side was a huge and muscular man dressed in tight black clothing. He seemed very out of place amongst all of the suits and business attire.

"Ahh the woman of the hour." announced Charles as Elena entered his office. The broker introduced several lawyers and then called over the man dressed in black. "Elena this is Peter Rusk a man you will get to know intimately if you agree to my proposal." 

Elena stared up at the man, he was handsome yet his features were hard and stern. Clearly this was a man who would broach no nonsense. Elena shook his hand, a bit awed at its size, his hands looked like bear paws absent the fur and claws.

Everyone gathered around a conference table and Charles announced. "Now it is time for you to hear the fine print Elena. You may recall during our last meeting I said that you need a complete attitude and behavior adjustment? Well that is just what you are going to get. It is my desire to have you become, in essence the property of Mr. Peter Rusk here. The relationship would be that you would be his slave and he would be your master. For a year you will own nothing, not even your own flesh. During that time Mr. Rusk will discipline you as needed and train you to be submissive, polite, and sober. He is going to take the snot and cowardice out of you and instill vinegar, strength, self-discipline, and self reliance."

Elena's jaw dropped open. She looked first at the impassive Mr. Rusk and then at her Uncle. Charles was wearing a smug expression..

"That CAN'T be legal Uncle Charles!"

At this point one of the lawyers spoke. "Technically what Mr. Mason is asking of you is NOT legal . HOWEVER, he IS well within his rights to allow you to continue to slide into financial disarray if he so chooses. Legally we would give Mr. Rusk power of attorney over you. In that guise he would be responsible for you in the eyes of the law."

"Uncle Charles you want me to be this man's slave? So my choices are to let this baboon do whatever he likes to me for a year or I get cut off completely?"

"Precisely Elena, " replied Charles " you CAN be perceptive at times"

"But Uncle Charles how can you do this to me?" sputtered Elena

"Because if I don't do something drastic immediately you will never learn discipline. You CAN say no. In that case you will be forced out of your house no later than the end of the month. Oh you can move in with friends but how are you going to pay for rent or food. I am inclined to do nothing. You'll notice I did not lift a finger when the finance company claimed your car. Eventually you will be forced to sell all of your jewelry and fancy dresses just to have money to eat. I don't know perhaps you can turn to stripping or hooking to earn your keep"

"Uncle Charles!" 

The Older man smiled mutely at his niece. 

"But you are taking care of mother!" screamed Elena

"Patrice is too old to learn new tricks and she has already agreed to abide by my rules, one of which was that she not interfere with how I chose to assist you or not assist you. Simply put, she sold you out for her own security. Next week she and her things will be moved into a one bedroom apartment I own and she will begin receiving regular stipends. I know my sister, she will chafe under my thumb a bit but I have confidence that she will be able to reign in her spending. You on the other hand would find a way to blow through ten thousand a month. A fact you have proved many times"

"But making me a slave ..."

"Is the perfect way to illustrate to you the value of freedom, and the dearness of material goods. You need a shock to your system you need to be made naked in both the figurative and literal sense with a firm hand guiding you. It has been said that no one is completely free until they have lost everything. I started out with almost nothing. Your grandfather gave his entire estate to charity. I built my empire through diligent study and have always been grateful for having learned the value of a dollar at an early age. You my wastrel of niece need to be reduced to abject poverty to appreciate the simple pleasures of life." 

"But Uncle Charles, this man will ..."

"I'm under no illusions of you still being a virgin Elena, besides Mr. Rusk deserves some rewards for HIS hard work. Now Elena the time has come to shit or get off the pot. I need your decision now. These lawyers have busy schedules"

Elena eyed the many faces about the conference table. She looked at the imposing Mr. Rusk, licked her lips nervously and asked him "What would you expect of me?"

The large man's face was expressionless as he stated, "I expect to own you body and soul. You will obey my immediately and without question. You will wear what I choose, you will eat what I choose. I will discipline you when you need it. You will need my permission to do even the most trivial of tasks. You will also cook for me, serve me, and ALWAYS obey me. Every millimeter of your skin belongs to me. The only condition your uncle asked of me is that I not impregnate you. EVERYTHING short of that is entirely at my discretion."

"Uncle!" You CAN'T be serious!"

"Elena, I am serious and if that is your attitude, leave this office and start embracing the poverty that awaits you."

"My God, Uncle" gasped Elena

Charles sat impassively at his place and said "Sign the forms or leave!"

"You would really cut me off without a cent uncle?"

"At last the truth dawns upon you Elena. Now quit wasting my time."

"And in a year?" asked Elena

"A nice stipend, a nice apartment, and investment advice until you can live unassisted. You will be able to live well so long as you stay on the budget that will be drawn up for you. You may have learned sufficient disciple for another try at college or even for full time employment from your year of slavery."

Elena inhaled deeply and considered her options. After a few moments of internal torture, she picked up the pen and began signing forms. Forty five minuets later every line had been graced with Elena's signature and the procedures explained to her. The hardest form to sign had been the one giving Peter Rusk power of attorney over herself. Other forms assigned all of her property and debts to her Uncle Charles.

After the last form was signed, the lawyers and everyone else except Peter Rusk and Uncle Charles left the room. Peter Rusk picked up an attache case Elena had not noticed before, he set it on the conference table.

"Mr Mason, its probably best that you leave the rom for about ten minuets. I'll summon you when your niece is ready."

Charles Mason exited the room humming an old show tune.

"Ready?" asked Elena.

"Yes slave, you will not be permitted to leave this room dressed as a free woman. You will take EVERYTHING off and nicely fold the clothes and accessories on the conference table. I have a trench coat for you to wear. This case also contain your collar." said Peter Rusk

"Listen buster! I'm NOT your slave I don't care what gobbledygook I signed. Even Uncle's lawyers said that slavery is illegal! Go fuck yourself you gorilla!"

"So it is to be rebellion from the outset? Your uncle said that you would be most likely be a problem. Get this through your skull slave, for the next year I OWN you. One way or the other you WILL submit to me. It is easier for both of us if you are compliant but I am prepared to force you. Now I will ask you nicely. Will you please take off all of your clothes?"

"Fuck you Lurch!" spat Elena in reply.

Peter Rusk was on her faster than Elena could believe. There were items in his hands that Elena quickly realized were handcuffs and fetters. The big man had no trouble pinioning Elena's arms and legs together with a short chain. Elena opened her mouth to scream but immediately Peter Rusk inserted a ball gag in it with a cord around her head. Now the only sounds emanating from Elena were practically inaudible gasps. Peter Rusk picked up his charge with ease and set her on the conference table.

From the attache case Peter Rusk removed a pair of surgical scissors. Elena's eyes grew large as Peter Rusk began to cut away at her expensive dress. Starting at the left shoulder, he sliced away Elena's dress, being very careful to not nick the thrashing girl. Her bonds greatly limited her movement so Rusk had no problem reducing the dress to tatters. In a half minute Elena was left in just her expensive brassier and pantie set and thigh high stockings. 

Peter Rusk stared into the face of Elena Hawkins. Her eyes were full of rage, tears, and hatred for her assailant. Rusk seemed unruffled by her reaction. He had not even broken a sweat while Elena lay drenched in perspiration.

"Slave. What you MUST understand is that I am in charge, ALWAYS! I own you and I will do what I please with you. My contract with your uncle dictates the training I am to give you. You WILL receive and absorb that training. Right now you are angry and feel that your freedom is being taken from you. In reality you will find service and obedience liberating. You can not see it now but you will be a stronger more mature woman after a year in my service. The loss of your clothes and the articles you wore as a free woman are actually symbols of your enslavement to your current unfulfilled, aimless life." 

After he said these words to Elena, Peter Rusk snipped off his captive's bra and panties. Two long cuts destroyed the nylon stockings, leaving the woman naked on the table. Peter Rusk started humming the same tune Charles Mason had been singing when he had exited his office. Rusk removed all of Elena's jewelry and placed them in the center of the conference table. Elena's eyes opened even wider as Peter Rusk removed a metal collar from his case. Elena tried to scoot away but it was a useless gesture. Peter Rusk slid the collar around her neck and closed it with a formidable looking lock.

"My collar is your symbol of ownership. The visible link between us. You may find it hard to believe now but before long you will take as much pride in your collar as a housewife does in her wedding ring." 

Elena's eyes shot Peter Rusk daggers.

"Now I am going to unfasten the chain holding your wrists and ankles together. Unless you want your uncle seeing you naked, you will allow me to wrap this trench coat around you."

Peter Rusk set Elena down upon the floor and unlinked her wrists and ankles. Peter helped the young woman to her feet. For the first time he had an unobstructed view of her fantastic body. Elena was every bit as beautiful as her pictures. Peter Rusk reckoned the body on display before him was one of the finest he had ever encountered. Elena noticed Rusk eyeballing her naked flesh and flushed with rage. With Impressive skill and strength, Peter Rusk removed the chain between Elena's wrists, slid the trench coat on both of her arms and then linked her wrists in front of her. It happened so fast that Elena had no time to rake her fingernails over Peter Rusk's smug face. Next Peter Rusk increased the length of the chain between Elena's ankles. She could now take short, hobbled steps. It would be impossible for her to run away from her towering abductor. Silently Elena vowed that this man would never make a slave out of her.

Peter Rusk said rather loudly, "It is safe to enter now Mr. Mason."

Elena's heart sank when she saw the look of utter bliss on her uncle's face as he surveyed his office. Noting the pile of ruined clothing on the table uncle Charles said,

"She fought you I see. My niece has quite the temper, that is something else you are going to have to correct in her. You can take my private elevator to the parking garage. I had your car moved to the space closest to the elevator doorway young man. Be as firm as you need to e with my niece, she has never known disciple but I'm sure you have encountered her type before."

Charles then stood very close to his niece and met her confused and hurt look. "Elena. Darling. you do not believe this at the moment but what I have done is for your own good. Listen to Mr. Rusk and obey him, he is a practiced shaper of recalcitrant psyches like your own. Right now you want to call hellfire down upon me and you want to ring my neck. But I assure you that in a year you will be a new woman and you will thank me for having saved you from a directionless life."

With that the man gently, almost sweetly kissed his niece on the forehead. Charles Mason then led the way to his private elevator while Peter Rusk impelled Elena along beside him. Just before the elevator doors closed Charles Mason said, with obvious concern in his voice.

"I know that you need to be firm young man but for my sake and her sake be as gentle as you can as well."

With that the elevator doors closed and Elena was alone with Peter Rusk. She looked at his powerful physique and towing stature and realized that this man could do anything he wanted to her at any time. But something about how the man carried himself, his self assurance, confidence in his abilities, and direct manner raised an entirely different sort of fear in Elena's soul.

Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 02



The elevator doors opened. Elena looked desperately for another living soul in the parking garage. She was sure that any person taking a look at her, ball gagged and obviously being led along unwillingly, would cause any average citizen to call the police. But Elena's heart fell to her toes when she discovered the garage deserted. Only feet from the elevator doors was an expensive looking car with tinted windows. 

Swiftly, yet with surprising gentility, Peter Rusk slid Elena into the passenger side door and buckled her in. Other, non-standard belts restrained her legs and arms. It was not uncomfortable but it was a reminder to Elena of just how unwilling a passenger she was. Seconds later the luxury car was negotiating its way out of the parking garage. Elena cursed the opaque windows. She would be invisible to the world as this man took her to what ever fate he had in store for her.

Right now Elena did want to call hell fire down upon her uncle Charles, even though she didn't believe in hell. She looked around the car. The leather interior and the expensive accessories screamed wealth. Whoever this Peter Rusk was he apparently did fine financially. Peter Rusk caught Elena glaring at him. He winked at her, pushed a button and the exceptional sound system emitted low soothing music.

"Slave, I am sorry that I had to get physical with you back in your uncle's office, but it WAS necessary. You will like my house and you will come to embrace the life that I have planned for you. You will be happy to know that I will remove your restraints and your gag when we reach my house. Your freedoms, however, will be very limited until you have properly absorbed your training."

Peter Rusk responded with a chuckle to Elena's defiant look and repeated shaking of her head.

"Were I in your shoes I would be just as pissed off. You need to vent your anger and get it out of your system before you can adapt to your new life and embrace your training. There are constructive ways to do that as well. Now as to what happens when we reach my place. You will be escorted to your rooms. A bath is waiting for you and soap and towels. No clothing will be provided for you until you have earned yourself some. How do you earn things? By being VERY obedient. At some point later tonight you will also receive the spanking you earned for insulting me back in you uncle's office. You will refer to me ALWAYS as master. Under certain conditions I MAY allow you to call me Mr. Rusk. I will cook you an excellent dinner tonight and for a short time in the future, but eventually, you will be expected to prepare the meals. Your uncle tells me you have never worked a day in your life. Well then you will start at the very bottom of the employment totem pole. You will learn to be a maid, a dishwasher, and a laundress."

Elena stared at Peter Rusk. The man's matter of fact manner was reminiscent of a doctor. There was not an iota of doubt in the man that he would make Elena do all the things he promised. She felt sure that the talk of a spanking was not idle wind either. Elena began to realize that this man was as single minded at enslaving her as her uncle was about his finances. In fact Peter Rusk reminded Elena of her uncle Charles enormously. Both were imperious, cocksure men. Elena knew that her uncle ALWAYS got what he wanted. She tried to tell herself the Peter Rusk would NOT get what he wanted from her, but doubts were beginning to crop up. Elena recalled that she had failed to see anything through in her entire life. She had also succumbed to every expensive fad that had crossed her path.

She had goofed off in school. Her wealth had ensured her passage from grade level to grade level. High school was one long orgy of boys, pot and booze. She had bought her term papers and research projects from online services, all the while congratulating herself for being "smarter" than her teachers. Then she got to college based on the work of someone else and it seemed easier to join the fraternity boys and their parties than to buckle down and do real work. Elena knew she was no dummy, but she had always taken the path of least resistance. Suddenly Elena recalled a talk her father had given her on the value of persistence. Elena wished that she could be out of this car and back in time to really pay attention to her father's words. Elena adored her father but her mother was just more fun and shopping with Momma was a lot more entertaining than listening to Daddy's lectures. For the first time, Elena began to question her mother's lifestyle and her love. Why had her mother not prevailed upon Uncle Charles to save her? Elena thought. Was it really true, what uncle had said, that her mother had "sold her out?"

After a long silence broken only by the soft music and the hum of the car engine, Peter Rusk pulled his car off the road and into a garage. He waited until the garage door was fully closed before he turned off the car and stepped out.

"Welcome to your new home slave." Said Rusk as he unfastened the belts holding Elena in place. Elena had decided that she would choose her next battle. She knew that she could not hope to escape until her chains were removed. Once that happened, Elena would flee as fast as she could. Elena got only the briefest of impressions of Peter Rusk's house as he steered her the way he wished her to go. The living room was huge and tastefully decorated. A large fireplace dominated the room. The over all impression that Elena got as she was propelled through the house was that of taste and wealth. Elena and Rusk arrived in a stark white room. The walls were bare. The only furniture, two chairs, a small dresser, and a queen sized bed. A flat screen TV hung on the wall. Through an archway could be spied a bathroom . To Elena it looked like the cell of an ascetic. Then she thought of prisoners and realized that this was her cell.

The door closed behind him and Elena realized that the door opened with a key pad and that the door was especially thick. Peter Rusk removed some keys from his pocket and liberated Elena's wrists and ankles, and mouth. Immediately Elena tried to slap hard at Rusk's face but he ducked her attempt and placed her in a painful headlock. Elena cried with pain.

"Slave, I can overpower you in more ways than you can imagine. Now if you want me to stop doing this to you you will apologize for trying to strike me and you will remove your trench coat and hand it to me. Then, unless you want me to inflict more pain, you will march over to bathroom and turn on the taps of the tub." 

Elena could scarcely believe the amount of pain that she was in. Her captor obviously knew a great deal about human anatomy for he did not seem to restraining Elena too tightly but one of his knuckles was digging into a nerve on her arm. Elena saw red with pain.

"I'm sor ... sorry for trying to strike you." she gasped

"Who am I slave?"

"The words caught in Elena's throat and then she spat. "M...Master."

"That's better, slave" said Peter Rusk as he released Elena. Elena collapsed into a ball on the floor in blessed relief from the pain. Peter waited a moment until she rose. With a stern look Peter Rusk held out his hand. Elena bit her lip as she opened and removed the trench coat. They were both fully aware that this was the first time that she was willingly revealing her body to the man she despised. After handing Peter the coat, Elena's body flushed and she turned and headed for the bathroom.

Elena did not protest the next sequence of events. Once the tub filled Elena entered the water and remained unprotesting as her captor washed her head to toe. Peter Rusk admired the lean enticing body sitting in his tub. He was pleased to see that Elena had obviously, very recently had a total body wax. At least he would not have to fight her over the issue of hair removal, not THIS night at any rate. Elena angrily bit her lip and glared at Peter Rusk when his fingers entered her asshole and pussy. At one point, Peter took a nail clipper and trimmed the sharp points off of Elena's long, manicured nails.

"It is always wise to de-claw the cat," said Peter Rusk as he firmly held each of Elan's hands in turn and set to work trimming them. "You may mourn their loss but they will get in the way when you are cleaning or cooking." said Peter smugly. Elena sobbed as her nails were trimmed. She was angry, as she had spent good money and had taken a long time to get her nails just perfect. Now all that money was wasted and, something that her captor must have considered, they were also now useless as weapons, "De clawing the cat" thought Elena bitterly to herself. The rest of the bath was barely tolerable. Being able to wrap herself in a towel after the end of her ordeal was the only pleasurable moment of Elena's day.

Peter Rusk made no objection to Elena wrapping herself in one towel as she dried her hair with another. Elena was relived to learn that the soap, her "master" had used was expensive and imported, it was a wonderful moisturizer. "At least he is considerate of my skin," thought Elena.

"I'll let you watch a little television while I prepare dinner. You can keep the towel until bedtime." he said.

"Fuck off you ogre!" Screamed Elena into Peter Rusk's face.

A fraction of a second later Elena regretted her words. Peter pinioned both of her arms behind her back with one hand. Rusk sat in one of the chairs in the room and flung Elena over his lap.

"I was going to give this to you later but you have earned this now. You will address me as MASTER ALWAYS! Every time you insult me I will tan your hide until you learn respect!"

With that Peter Rusk began spanking Elena's bare bottom with his huge callused hand. Elena was shocked by the amount of pain, her abductor's palm was inflicting. Elena had NEVER been spanked before, not even as a child. The pain and the humiliation were overwhelming. Elena could not stave off tears long and was soon sobbing with pain. After what seemed like and endless length of time to Elena, the fusillade against her posterior stopped. Elena was blubbering great sobs and her nose was running when Peter Rusk sat her up in his lap, looked menacingly into her teary eyes and said.

"I was relatively gentle with you just now. If you continue to defy me I can come up with increasingly painful punishments. I do NOT want to punish you, I prefer the carrot to the riding crop but your insolence cannot go unchallenged. I take my assignment from your uncle as a personal charge. He will not be happy with me if I fail to train you properly. Now I will get some salve forn your Heinie and prepare your dinner. I need not tell you that this room and house are escape proof." 

With That Peter stood, set Elena down upon her feet and left the room and Elena threw herself on the bed and began crying anew. She realized that her tears were not just from pain and embarrassment but from grief of her old life ending. Elena had thought herself happy, but now an endless stream of regrets flooded her mind. She regretted not applying herself in high school or college. She regretted wasting so much of her uncle's money in paying tuition when she had never had any intention of graduating from certain colleges but was only interested in their party scenes. Elena realized that she had accomplished essentially nothing with her life. She recalled running into, a few months ago, Marcie Clayton, whom she had graduated high school with. Marcie was her age, had an MBA and was fat cat on Wall Street. Marcie even had a nice husband and was thinking about children. In recalling their subsequent luncheon meeting, Elena now realized that Marcie's stated admiration of her carefree lifestyle had in fact been tinged with mockery. 

Elena cursed her wasted opportunities. She told herself if she could get away from the ogre known as Peter Rusk she could make anew start. She wanted a life like Marcie's not the aimless path she had been on. "If only her Uncle Charles had given me another chance instead of giving me to this Neanderthal" she thought to herself bitterly. At length her tears ceased. She noticed that the television in her room had been playing.

Elena focused on the screen. It was not any television program she had ever seen before. It was a documentary about the BDSM community. Elena watched utterly appalled as one young woman after another praised their "Masters" for making the "complete women" and how their firm hands had "saved them from themselves" and "saved their lives." Elena wanted to throw something at the television set, but there was nothing in the room that she could use. Elena could not believe what she was seeing. She dismissed it as propaganda created by perverts but the women did not look like brain washed robots nor did they appear to be speaking under duress. Many of them looked a great deal like Elena herself. Elena grasped her collar and tried to remove it but it held fast. "I may wear a collar like those women," thought Elena to herself, "but I will NEVER be like them." Still she could not turn away from the screen. 

Elena was still watching when Peter Rusk re-entered the room with a folding tray of food. Elena realized that she had not eaten for many hours. The food smelled delicious and looked scrumptious. There was a Thai Salad, some rice and vegetables and a small glass of wine. The helping looked neither too large nor too small. Elena decided to postpone her hunger strike until tomorrow. Her buttocks were sore but not unbearable as she sat in one of the chairs and allowed Peter Rusk to place the food before her. Despite the circumstances she said "Thank you." as the food was placed before her.

"That thank you should be followed by Master" but I won't push that point at present." said Peter Rusk. He sat opposite of Elena and smiled at her. Elena could not help but notice how a smile greatly enhanced his looks. Truth be told, Elena conceded, under ordinary circumstances, a man like Peter Rusk would attract her attention. But these were not ordinary circumstances and Peter Rusk was not an ordinary man, he was a beast.

"I have some salve for your skin. I'll rub it in after you eat. I've decided to send you to bed early. Tomorrow, I hope we can start out on a better footing. After breakfast we will work out together. I am responsible not only for your moral and personal correction but also to maximize your physical fitness. After you work out tomorrow I will set you to work scrubbing floors."

Elena had listened while she ate the tasty meal. "What ever else his faults" Elena thought, "he is a remarkable cook." She stared back at Peter Rusk, wiped her mouth with the provided linen napkin and said,

"Listen Mmm.aster" she began. "You may be able to force me to live in your house, you may force me to wear this collar, you can probably force yourself on me sexually as well but I want to express this as forcefully as I can, you will NEVER own me and you will NEVER make me obey you without force. Even IF you DO succeed in making me call you "Master" like some gushing airhead." 

Peter Rusk looked nonplussed as he replied. "I already OWN you Elena. I have no doubt that you believe the words you just said to me but they are empty. I am very skilled at what I do. I have dealt with and trained women far more resistant than you. As to forcing you sexually, I have no need to do that. In a short while you will beg me to take you time and time again."

Elena's jaw dropped at his impertinence and she replied, "Well you certainly are sure of yourself. Well be prepared for your balls to turn blue because I am NEVER going to beg for you to "take me."

Peter Rusk laughed. "I doubt that slave, I am patient and can pace myself. YOU however. Since you've been sixteen, what's the longest you have gone without sex? Two weeks? You are a very sexual creature Elena. celibacy simply does not suit you. I know every trick to making you so horny you would hump a flagpole. No man you have had previously was able to satisfy you as well as I WILL. You will understand the power of total submission and how liberating it is for your mind body, spirit and sexuality."

"Elena stifled laugh and said "You really ARE sure of yourself aren't you? Well I'm tougher than you are!"

This time it was Peter Rusk who laughed. "You could not even handle college! People MUCH dumber than you have had no problem graduating. I've thoroughly researched you. You have finished absolutely NOTHING in your life aside from joints, lines of coke, and beer bottles. If you seriously believe that you are tougher than I am you must be truly delusional."

Elena gulped her mouthful of food during this last exchange. Elena realized the truth of his words, she had failed every time in the past. She could tell that Peter Rusk's will was far stronger than her own. Still she told herself that he would never make her a compliant plaything but doubts were beginning to creep in. In Elena's mind one of the women in the documentary, morphed into her own face! Elena choked a bit on her food and tried to drive the image out of her mind. 

The two sat in silence as Elena finished eating. Peter smiled warmly at her. For Elena, his smile was a bit unnerving. She thought that she could better resist him when his countenance was hard and firm but his smile radiated warmth and sweetness. Elena also wished he he would stop smiling so that he would cease looking so damned attractive. As he sat across from her smiling, Elena took a long look at him. It could not have been an accident that he chose to wear such tight trousers. That bulge in his pants HAD to be fake. Elena told herself, it had to be just another mental game. But if it wasn't all padding ... Elena forced her mind elsewhere and hurried to the end of her meal.

Once she had finished dining, she drained the last of the wine. Peter Rusk took the tray and utensils from the room. The door sealed behind him and Elena went to the bathroom to use the toilet and wash her face and brush her teeth. By the time she was finished with those tasks. Pete Rusk had returned to the room. He was taking a tube of salve out of his breast pocket. He sat in a chair and said,

"Lie across my lap and I will soothe your aching tush."

"And if I refuse?"

"You KNOW that I will make you."

Not wanting any more pain, Elena laid across Peter Rusk's lap. The salve was immediately cooling. More than that Peter Rusk's ordinarily rough hands were amazingly gentle as they applied the cooling balm to all of Elena's sore buttocks. Elena could not believe that these were the same hands that her cowering in pain and misery only a short time before. This side of Peter Rusk was much nicer than the foul beast who had stripped and enslaved her. 

After he had finished applying salve to Elena, he easily picked her up in his huge strong arms and carried the squirming woman over to the bed. With one motion he pulled the towel off of Elena and slide her between the sheets. Then Elena was amazed to realize that Peter Rusk was massaging her. Starting with her shoulders Peter Rusk began working his way down her body. Part of Elena's brain told her to try and slide away from her abductor. The other part of Elena, the soft and pampered part, was reveling in one of the finest massages she had ever experienced. "This man is more skilled than the masseuse at my spa." Elena silently confided to herself. Like a skilled surgeon excising disease, Peter Rusk relieved every tension in Elena's body. Every time Elena tried to get angry or tried to generate the intestinal fortitude to rise up and confront the foul beast, Peter Rusk's talented fingers and strong hands brought her back to the point of supreme relaxation. Elena failed in her every attempt to mount resistance, The mattress was firm but comfortable and the hands stroking her body were impelling her to give up the fight to stay conscious. Less than an hour after Rusk had begun to work the tensions out of Elena's body, she entered the land of slumber with a wide grin upon her face.




Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 02



Peter Rusk gently covered his sleeping charge delighting in the fine body before his eyes. He knew that Elena would still give him trouble but, he felt that this first day would be the hardest for both of them. Tomorrow would be hard at first. Peter knew that Elena would hate herself in the morning for having allowed herself to be massaged off to sleep. She would no doubt turn that anger outward and scream invective at him but Peter had made impressive inroads this day. Smiling at himself, and positive that the woman's full capitulation was not too far off in the future, Peter Rusk quietly let himself out of his slave's room and doused the lights and television. He still had much work to do before he could even think of turning in. When he did sleep he knew that his mind would be visited by visions of this intoxicating slave.



Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 03



Things were as Peter feared the next morning. Via the tiny and unobtrusive cameras he knew that Elena was in a rage. He set the breakfast tray down in the hallway and strode into his captive's room. Elena was upon him in seconds "You! She screamed "How dare you take such liberties with me. You have no right to handle me like you did. I don't care what I signed. I am still a citizen and a free woman. I'll rip your balls off you pervert!" 

Elena lunged for Peter's face but he intercepted her. With that line of attack closed off Elena made a move to kick Peter but his arms were long enough to keep Elena's feet from being any threat. He let her vent for a few moments and then told her.

"Stop now Elena or be punished!"

Elena raged on so Peter Rusk gathered her up in his arms. Her fists tattooed ineffectively on Peter's chest. Peter whipped her around as though she were a rag doll. Elena found herself pinned on Peter's lap. Again his large hand came down upon her posterior. It took only three firm slaps to cause Elena to fall silent.

"I don't care how angry you get Elena my slave, striking out at me is NEVER acceptable. I have a breakfast waiting for you and then we can work out."

He sat Elena up on his broad lap and eyed her seriously.

I'm not interested in breakfast or working out. I want to go home to my clothes and my things and my old life." whined Elena

"That life is gone slave Elena, THIS is your home now. Whatever you once owned is being liquidated by your uncle Charles. True, you now own nothing but, in a few months, if you apply yourself, you will have earned yourself a pretty little wardrobe and other nice gifts. I won't sugarcoat things your first few months are going to be difficult. You will have to learn new skills, put away old habits, and learn to turn over your most intimate desires, and dreams to my guidance. It is called In Bondage and Discipline circles "a total power exchange." You give me EVERYTHING you have and EVERTHING you are to me. I take it, refine it, and give it back to you in a new and wonderful submissive form. As your Master I will have to work hard as well to make you the woman you can and SHOULD be." 

Despite her anger, Elena had listened intently to Peter words.

"But why must I be a ''slave"'? Can't you and uncle Charles teach me those things some other way? I Realize now that I have largely wasted my life but to made into your plaything..."

"Not plaything Elena, rather my most treasured and wonderful possession. Something I have to be tender with, loving yet firm in the handling of, and sweating like mad to polish its every facet. You are like a piece of priceless art Elena, not a plaything. Oh we WILL have sex but that is a gift we give each other. Once you realize that you WILL ask me to take you and you will respond as though having a man for the very first time."

This struck Elena as more of Peter Rusk's insufferable arrogance.

"What makes you think that I would ever have ANY desire for a male chauvinist pig like you?"

Rusk simply smiled knowingly back at her. Then he said, "Your breakfast is getting cool, slave I suggest that you allow me to bring it to you. Then we can work out. Personally, I am not human until I've had my morning go round in the the gym."

Elena thought about her promised hunger strike of the day before while Peter Rusk stepped out of the room. Disgustedly she realized that could not even conquer her hunger pangs to protest her treatment. It didn't help that the meal her abductor prepared was one of her favorites. Hating herself utterly, Elena practically licked the plate clean. 

Elena was allowed some alone time in the bathroom before Peter Rusk hooked a chain to her collar and led her through his house to his lavishly appointed private gym. Once more, Elena was impressed with the taste and wealth that screamed from ever corner of Peter Rusk's house. The gym was as well equipped as any Elena had ever seen. From a drawer Peter Rusk withdrew a neon pink sports bra matching tiny panties, and an expensive pair of athletic shoes. Everything was Elena's size. 

Elena could not put the sports bra and tiny panties on fast enough she slid her feet into the top of the line athletic shoes and considered her options. Elena could now run quickly away from the man she reviled but where could she go? The door to this room like all of them she had so far seen in the house closed rapidly and locked with a keypad. Only Rusk knew the combination to leave the room. The windows were far enough away that Rusk would easily be able to catch up to her before she reached them, Elena had no doubt that the tall and broad man could also move fast. Elena realized even if Rusk released the chain leading to her collar, she would still be trapped.

"The gymnasium is the place for you to take out your frustrations and anger." intoned her captor.

"Until you realize that I am your benefactor, it is advisable for you to imagine me as the target of your training. Try spinning, imagining that your legs are carrying you as fast as they can away from this place. Later you will desire to drive yourself in training solely to please me but those days are a bit off in the future."

Elena wanted to scream at Peter Rusk's arrogance. The anger she felt for him was beginning to boil over. Rusk fastened Elena's chain to a hook on the spinning apparatus. Elena slid into the seat and began to enact Peter Rusk's scenario, not because he had suggested it, but because she felt that it was the natural thing to do. She started to spin, first in anger and then slowing down as she pictured herself running at a steady gait away from Rusk and this house. Elena's body was glistening with perspiration a short time later.

It was then that Elena noticed Rusk working on the weights. He had taken off his shirt, Elena could not believe how in shape he was. He was ripped like a Hollywood muscleman and he seemed to be hardly exerting himself as he tossed around a staggering amount of weight. Elena tried to look away but her eyes kept returning to Rusk's impressive torso. Elena noticed that she was slacking off in her spinning session. That made her angry and she reapplied herself. Elena could not believe that she was actually ogling the beast who was enslaving her. Elena really hated herself as she worked, despite her best intentions she found herself staring at her abductor as he moved on to crunches. His abdominal muscles were amongst the tautest she had ever encountered. Wearing just his shorts and sneakers, Elena cursed Peter Rusk for looking just like her fantasy men. Then she cursed herself for having such shallow taste in men. 

At various times Peter broke away from his own exertions to move Elena to a new apparatus. Trying to keep her anger focused. Elena was the best kind of tired when the exercise regime was over. Elena had always enjoyed working out but this morning's emotional roller coaster had given a finer edge to the experience.

"It is shower time." Said Peter Rusk. He grabbed Elena's chain and led her to an enormous shower stall off a fine bedroom. With practiced efficiency, Peter stripped Elena before she could even mount a protest and propelled her into the shower. Elena was amazed to discover that it had two shower heads and a dual controls. Elena activated the taps on one shower and set the temperature to her liking. She was stunned when she say a naked Peter Rusk enter the shower stall as well. Elena could not take her eyes off his naked form. His uncircumcised penis appeared even larger than it had under his clothes. He was like a coiled, well engineered machine. Above his nicely trimmed pubic hair were the words "Master Rusk" in gothic script.

Peter noticed Elena eying him and was pleased. It was not arrogance on his part, most women found him attractive. Elena, who liked large, strong men, was no different. His decision to shower with her now was a calculated maneuver. He felt sure that she would be so startled by his nudity, and so caught up in staring at him that she would not attempt to kick him in the groin in the confines of the glass shower. Had he worn his shorts, Peter realized, Elena might have lunged at him. Psychologically she was responding as Peter had anticipated.

He handed Elena a vial of expensive body wash. Her hand trembled as she took it from him. Elena tried to ignore the fabulous example of manhood less than a foot away from her, and lathered herself up. She tried closing her eyes but appallingly the image of Peter's flaccid penis suddenly engorging itself and becoming erect, filled her mind. Elena hated herself for letting this monster get inside her head. She forced the image of Peter Rusk's raging hard on out of her mind and finished showering in a bitter mood.

At length, her abductor declared that it was time to exit the shower. He provided Elena with a towel and wrapped one around himself. He tugged on Elena's chain and led her to his huge and spotless kitchen.

"You have never worked a day in your life Elena, That changes now. For the next eight hours you will scrub my floors. You will keep scrubbing them until I am happy with the job you have done. Like any ordinary worker you will get two fifteen minute breaks and a half hour for lunch. If you complain and whine you will be working far longer than eight hours. You will earn a fifty cents an hour for your labors. I will put that money aside in an account for you. After you finish I will give you a massage and feed you a fine dinner. Perhaps we can watch a little television together, but that depends upon your attitude."

Elena could not believe what she was hearing, In anger she replied, "Look asshole, I'm not your maid. You can go fuck off!"

The pain Elena received in response was immediate and overwhelming. Certain nerves along her spine were pressed in such away as to elicit a scream of agony from the pinioned woman. 

"Would you prefer eight hours of this?" asked Peter Rusk brusquely.

Elena's body relaxed in compliance. Peter released Elena and said.

"Obey me and you escape pain. Cop an attitude or get rebellious and I can inflict pain upon you that would make what you just experienced feel like a playful slap from a kitten. Do you understand me?"

Elena rose to her feet and said Yes."

"Yes What?" Raged Peter.

"Yes Mm..aster." replied Elena meekly.

Peter presented her with some knee pads, a bucket, some soap and, and a brush. He had Elena set the bucket in one corner of the white tiled floor of the kitchen and her set to work. Elena never felt more degraded. She was not some common janitor she was... and that brought Elena ups short. What was she really? She wasn't a student, she didn't have a job so she could not identify herself as even a lowly salesgirl. In an epiphany Elena realized that she was just a sheltered, pampered, trust fund, failure, and that was really nothing at all. Elena began quietly sobbing. Suddenly being naked on her hands and knees, scrubbing an ogre's floor ceased to matter. She was replaying all the miserable failures of her life, they stung more than Rusk's tortures. Worse she could not make amends until a year of "instruction" by her brutish overlord was finished. Despite her circumstances Elena began to throw herself into the job of mopping the floor. It was somehow more therapeutic than contemplating over and over how she had failed at life.

Elena lost track of time caught up in the simple rhythm of water brush and soap. And them Peter was standing next to her, fully and attractively dressed in designer togs, he held a tray, on the tray, a mug of coffee and a small bran muffin.

"Working people call this a "coffee break" I'm sure even you are familiar with the term but have never had a real one. Taking a break from half-assing your studies does NOT count."

Elena was grateful for the rest. Her knees hurt and her back ached, but less than she thought they would. As she drank and ate Peter Rusk asked,

"So what's on your mind?"

"I'm thinking about how much I hate you." replied Elena

"Slave if you don't start using my proper title of Master you will be over my knee before you are set to work again."

"I'm sorry," replied Elena. "I meant to say, I'm thinking about how much I hate you, 'Master'"

Peter smiled and replied, "That's better, but you DO NOT hate me. Oh you hate that you are inconvenienced and forced to live with me and do my bidding, but as for me personally. Despite what you tell yourself you have not made up your mind about me."

"That's absurd 'Master'" Isn't it is only natural that I hate the man who stripped me hobbled me and inflicts pain upon me regularly?"

Peter looked deeply in Elena's eyes and replied, "Those events were YOUR doing slave. Had you complied with my request in your uncle's office, I would not have had to resort to the scissors. You COULD have left that office under my guiding arm with no fuss whatsoever. And what did your little hissy fit accomplish? You still ended up naked only I was forced to be physical, likewise every punishment you have received since entering my house has been a direct result of your own insubordination. You hate that I have to be your disciplinarian, you do not hate me per se. Now you get a bathroom break and then you return to scrubbing. So far you are doing a good job, I'm impressed that you have kept the whining to a minimum,"

Elena was caught short by Peter's words. While true, her punishments had not occurred in a vacuum, Elena felt her abductor was coming very close to blaming the victim. Elena was not a child, she was a woman. There was no excuse for Rusk's violence, still at other times he was kind and even gentle with her, Elena was beyond confused as she left the bathroom and returned to mopping the floor. To Elena's surprise she spent the rest of the day preforming the mundane task. Lunch was a simple sandwich, a sweet roll and a diet cola. The last break was some flavored water and a back rub.

Elena was torn, part of her wanted to squirm out from under Peter's vile touch but at the same time the large strong hands felt wonderful on her tired muscles. Comfort won the debate in her mind and Elena allowed Peter to finish massaging her neck and back. She scarcely realized the import of her next words as she responded unbidden,

"Thank you Master." For the first time Elena had not pronounced the word Master with derision. Elena herself did not notice the change in her tone but Peter did. Internally Peter Rusk was preforming cartwheels. When Elena's day was over a short while later Peter complimented Elena on the job she had done.

Elena did not know why but Rusk's compliment pleased her, She was unprotesting as he removed each kneepad in turn and led her to a massage table in his bedroom. The ensuing massage was even more wondrous than the one the night before. Elena's eyelids grew heavy and she dozed off.

She was woken by the smell of a scrumptious meal an unknown amount of time later. The chain affixed to her collar was fastened to the massage table but Elena was able to sit up with no problem. At present Peter entered, he smiled broadly and released Elena's chain. He led her into the dining room where a meal awaited. 

"Since you were a good girl, you get to eat in the dining room. I loved the fact that you were diligently cleaning while I got this food ready. Of course I got it from my freezer in the pantry since you were scrubbing my kitchen, but it took no time at all to warm it up while you were sleeping.

The meal turned out to be delicious lasagna with vegetables and white wine. Elena could not believe how hungry she was as she devoured every bite. Everything was served on fine china and crystal. As Elena ate she considered her day. She had to conceded that she was surprised that Rusk had not tried to have his way with her as yet. Elena new that if he wanted to he could force her to service him again and again. While he had inflicted pain upon her,the fact that he had not compelled sex out of her forced Elena to reconsider just how much of an ogre he really was. Had he actually harmed her? Elena had to conclude that transitory pain was not harm. Perhaps he was do a reappraisal thought Elena. 

"A penny for your thoughts?" asked Peter

"Are you sure you can afford that?" joked Elena. Then she said "I was thinking about you. M...master" 

"Good things I hope." replied Peter

"I was wondering why you haven't forced me into sex. I would have thought that rape would appeal to an ape like you "master" 

Again Elena pronounced the word master with derision. That did not bother Peter. The fact that she had calmed down so quickly meant that Elena was beginning to accept her circumstances. Rusk knew that she would chafe for quite some time, but she had made remarkable progress in a very short time.

"I'm NOT a rapist slave Elena. I DESPISE men who have to force a woman to have sex with them. I WILL discipline when you need correction Elena but if I tried to force you to have sex with me I would hate myself. As impossible as this is for you to believe right now, the day is not far off when you will ask me to make love to you. I look forward with patience to that day."

Elena became angry at Peter's words. He seemed to think that he had a better sense of her own mind than she herself did!

"I find that prospect, most unlikely, 'Master.'" she replied

Frustratingly for Elena, who wanted to continue the conversation, Peter Rusk simply smiled broadly at her and fell silent. The two ate in the quiet of the vast dining room for a while before Peter said.

"You are no longer penniless. You now have four dollars to your name. You are not permitted to spend money so I will keep it and invest it for you. For every dollar you earn I will give you two, so now really you have eight dollars. In a few months, if you are good, I will take you to a Good Will or other thrift store and let you pick out some clothes for yourself."

Elena absorbed this information. She had never entered a thrift store in her life, not even to use it's public restroom. "I'm overwhelmed, Master." she said sarcastically given the final syllables od 'Master' and especially cutting pronunciation..

Noticing that both of them had finished eating Peter said. "How would you like to watch a movie?"

"I would like that very much, so long as it is not that propaganda that was on the television set in my cell last night."

"Its hardly 'propaganda' Elena. That is a serious documentary and you can learn a great deal from it. But no. I will let you pick out the movie tonight, so long as you sit next to me and let me wrap my arm around you."

"I'd like to say no to that but then I would probably not get to watch the movie. Okay you pervert, you can touch me 'Master""

A short while later the two were seated on a softly upholstered couch in Peter's living room. Peter pushed a button and a huge flat screen television rose out of a recess in the floor. Elena was duly impressed. The couch was very comfortable and Elena discovered that sitting next to Peter Rusk was actually not unpleasant. Peter handled the controller but Elena picked out the movie. It was a romantic story about star crossed lovers that featured he favorite actor Elena soon got so caught up in the story that she scarcely noticed that sh was hugging Peter Rusk back, and very intently. When the movie was over Elena came to her senses and placed some sofa real estate between herself and Peter.

"Its time for bed now slave. I'm going to take you back to your room so you can get ready for bed."

Elena was tired and did not feel like complaining. She was happily replaying scenes from the movie over in her imagination. As they approached her room, Peter stopped at a cabinet and withdrew some object. Elena could not figure out what it was. In her room Elena brushed her teeth, went to the bathroom and exited the bathroom to find Peter Rusk waiting for her.




Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 03



"These Items," he said indicating the object in his hands "are gloves that you will have to wear tonight and any other night when I think they may be necessary. These gloves will prevent you from masturbating. As my slave you must ask for my permission to play with yourself or come. I control whether or not you get release. That movie turned you on but you will not get release."

"You have GOT to be kidding!" declared Elena

"You COULD ask me to provide you with release tonight. That would make the gloves unnecessary." responded Peter.

Elena angrily responded "Get this straight you perv. I am NEVER going to let you anywhere near my lady parts 'Master'"

"Suit yourself" said Peter as he grasped the girl and easily restrained her body and slid a glove onto first her right and then her left hand. Connecting the two gloves was a strong mesh. Elena whined as Peter laced up the gloves.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes you don't come without my permission, EVER slave." 

Despite her whining, Elena was very tired, she laid down in the bed and allowed Peter Rusk to throw the covers over her. He left the room and turned out most of the lights. Elena eyed the formidable looking but soft seeming gloves. Peter Rusk was correct the movie HAD turned her on, that actor always made her hot. Partly out of horniness and partly to prove Peter Rusk wrong, Elena tried to masturbate. Just as Peter had promised, it was impossible in the gloves, she simply could not create enough friction or stimulate her clitoris with the gloves on.

Elena often played with herself before she went to sleep. It helped her relax, although she had been to focused on other issues over the past week, and had not pleasured herself since before her sports car had been repossessed. Elena realized that she was very horny indeed. She cursed the gloves and had a hard time falling asleep. Confounding her even more was recalling with pleasure sitting next to Peter Rusk on the couch. His arm felt quite nice around her naked frame, he smelled as nice as he looked that brought to her mind new images of Peter's huge penis from the morning shower. Angrily Elena forced the images of a naked Peter Rusk from her mind. She tried instead to focus on the actor from the movie but that led only to more irritation about her gloves. In extreme frustration hours later Elena at last had the pleasure of sleep capturing her mind. . .



Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 04



Elena woke up horny as hell the next morning. When at last she had fallen into a troubled slumber, her mind traveled back to college. In her dream she recalled a particular evening with a fraternity boy. They had made love in his room in the Delta house. As far as Elena was concerned he was the most sexually talented young man she had ever met. Elena had wanted to keep seeing him but his straight laced father did not think that wild child Elena fit in with the family image. Elena did not have enough wealth and had slept with far too many men to ever be acceptable to Todd's weak willed mother and domineering father Todd, the fraternity boy was too beholden to his father, and too attached to a position in his father's investment firm, to challenge his old man. 

Elena was heartbroken when Todd became engaged just six months later to a blue blood daughter of one of his father's business associates. That kept all the money in the family, but Elena wondered if the marriage would be happy. Elena had met Todd's intended, she looked like Grace Kelly but was colder than all of the glaciers on Greenland. In her dream, as had occurred in real life, Elena wondered that if she had kept her legs closed like Todd's fiancee would sh have been able to land him?

Bitterly, Elena recalled that she had meekly accepted Todd's decision. Rather than appeal to him, to encourage Todd to stand up to his father, to stand up and fight for HER, Elena has not even bothered to tell him how hurt she was. Instead she plunged full bore into another relationship, This time it was a bad match. Not even the sex was satisfying. Elena realized many months later that she was with this man only because she had been rejected by Todd. 

The thought of Todd and their magical nights together caused Elena to try to please herself and get the release that she craved. Suddenly aware of her linked gloves and the impossibility of what she needed to do Elena awoke with a frustrated moan. 

Realizing that trying to get further sleep was futile Elena began yelling at the walls,

"Take these things off me you perv! As a human being I have a God given RIGHT to play with myself.. I know you are listening. Get in here and take these things off me NOW!"

Elena screamed for over a half hour before Peter Rusk deigned to enter her room.

"Slave Elena, if you want release you have to beg me to give it to you. I own every part of you especially your pussy. I will be happy to give you the release you crave on MY terms and my terms alone."

"Fuck YOU!" Yelled Elena in frustration.

"No Elena. It Fuck you!" Replied Peter quietly.

Elena could not believe what transpired next. Peter entered the room with what Elena first thought some sort of torture device. She tried to shrink away from the large man but he easily caught the struggling young woman up in his arms. Knowing which muscles and pain centers to manipulate, Rusk toyed with Elena, getting the device about her loins with no problem.. Suddenly Elena realized what the contraption was. Peter Rusk was putting her in a chastity belt! 

Elena fought like a wildcat, several time landing solid smacks to Peter's face with the mesh linked gloves. He reacted as though a gnat were stinging him. At last the device was in place and Elena heard the lock shutter closed. Elena tumbled onto the floor and Peter stood above her.

"Now slave, I don't have to worry about watching you every moment. Even if you want to now you CAN'T play with yourself. You get release when and IF I decide. If you want me to take it off of you right now you will have to beg me to fuck you. Otherwise, it stays on." 

With that Peter unlaced and removed Elena's gloves. Instantly her hands went to the metal and composite material object encircling her nether regions. It's straps went up about half way on her stomach. Elena's hands were unable to find any weakness in the accursed object.

"Master. Please don't do this to me. Please take it off Master."

"Beg me to fuck you Elena and I will." said Peter his face hard and impassive.

"Of all the nerve! You are inhuman. I would rather stay in this thing for a thousand years before I'd beg you to fuck me!" spat Elena in a rage.

"Suit yourself, slave." said Peter. I'll go get your breakfast then we will work out. After that you will spend the next eight hours doing laundry and learning the rudiments of cooking."

"You can go get stuffed. I am not working for you until you take this thing off me."

"There is only one way that comes of slave Elena and you have already stated that that 'you would rather stay in this thing a thousand years'. If you try to go on strike and not work I can inflict a tremendous amount of pain. Now I will give you some time to cool off while I prepare breakfast."

Elena noticed that Peter, despite being angry, had not raised his voice at her. She had done all of the yelling. It was maddening, he would not even argue with her. Elena looked at herself in the wall mirror. Her hair was a fright. Elena found a brush and smoothed out her auburn locks. She examined the device she was trapped in from all angles. She could see no weakness in it. Elena realized that this device would make it very difficult for Rusk to rape her. But then Elena realized that Peter was going to these great lengths, how likely was it that he was a rapist in the first place? Confused and frustrated Elena tried to calm her self down and gain control of her breathing.

A short while later Peter returned with her breakfast tray on its table. Elena was in no mood for a fight. She obediently sat and ate. While she dined Elena was amazed at how good a cook Peter was. She recalled his "threat" to teach her the rudiments of cooking. Elena barely knew how to boil water. When men slept over, Elena never fed them the next morning. The most she had ever done for one of these men was throw some frozen waffles in the toaster. Suddenly Elena realized that learning to cook might be a useful skill to learn. Suddenly the day did not seem so pointless.

Elena wanted out of her chastity belt but drew some comfort from the fact that it would keep Peter's fingers and privates out of her pussy. As horny as Elena was she vowed that she would never submit to being his plaything. Then Elena realized that he would be just as frustrated as she would be. She knew celibacy wouldn't kill her, but the thought of an entire year without an orgasm was daunting indeed.

Peter's breakfast was delightful. Blueberry crepes with fruit salad and a protein shake. Peter sat opposite of Elena and watched her eat. Elena met his gaze and said. "With this thing on, you CAN'T mess with my lady bits. I'll bet your package just withers up and dies after I deny you time and time again."

Peter laughed and said, "Slave do you seriously believe that I am limiting myself to just you this year? There are any number of women I can visit or who can visit me. The ONLY person you would be denying yourself by going on a sex strike is yourself."

Elena angrily screamed, "That's not fair!"

"Life is by its very nature unfair slave Elena. I don't have to play by your rules, Your uncle is my employer not you. Further, I can accomplish everything in my program even if you stay in chastity all year. The main goal is your training. I DON'T have to fuck you but were we DO make love your life as my slave would be morse satisfying and more fulfilling for you."

Elena sighed with aggravation and finished her breakfast in silence.

She threw herself into her workout, hoping to sublimate her desire for sexual release. She was thwarted by he old habit of ogling every available man in the gym as she worked. In this case the only available man was her abductor and Elena found her eyes lingering on his pistoning muscles time and time again. Things were not helped in the least by sharing the small shower stall with Peter afterward.

Once she was dry and clad only in her chastity device, Peter Rusk led Elena to his laundry room. There were mounds of dirty clothes, bedding, and towels. To the already large piles Peter added Elena's bed sheets and his own. Calmly and directly, Peter instructed Elena on how to use the washer and dryer, how to read labels and how to fold clothes once they came out of the dryer.

"Isn't this what maids are for?" asked Elena indignantly.

"What do you think you ARE Elena? Now this pile is my silk boxers, these need to be hand laundered in this sink and hung up on this rack to dry." 

Elena's mouth fell open at that statement.

"Hand launder?"

"Yes just like your maids had to do for your own unmentionables. Now I have to attend to some business for a while. You will work on this task for the next four hours, after that we start cooking class for the ensuing four hours. Same rules as yesterday, you earn fifty cents an hour. I will match that at the end of the day if your work is satisfactory. I will caution you however that the cost of any clothing you destroy through not following proper instructions is coming out of your pay. If you are not careful you may end up owing me money at the end of the day."

Disgusted but unable to figure a way out of her situation that would not result in Rusk inflicting pain upon her if she refused, Elena threw herself into the task. She carefully read the labels and began with a stack of towels. Once the slightly unbalanced washing machine was churning away, Elena accidentally leaned up against it and made a remarkable discovery. The vibration of the metal washer against her metal chastity belt sent very pleasing vibrations through the device. After experimenting with various positions, Elena found the one that made her feel best. The vibration was not enough to get her off but it was the most pleasure she had had in weeks. To her delight the spinning dryer was even better.

Elena discovered after a while that not only was doing laundry something akin to fun, but she had an aptitude for it. Even washing out Peter Rusk's boxers was nowhere as bad as she imagined it would be.The last load in the dryer finished just as Peter reentered the room. Fortunately for Elena she was not at that moment pressed up against the appliance.

Peter, looking fantastic in designer togs, graciously helped her fold the last load of clothes. He carefully examined his boxers and the clothes that Elena had already finished.

"You have done well slave Elena. After cooking class I will help you put away these clothes and replace the bedding. We will start with simple instructions. Believe it or not you will be cooking dinner for both of us tonight. Well before this year is over you will have taken over cleaning this house, doing the laundry, making all of the meals. We will even work on the household budget together. You will be a first class servant."

Elena responded with, "A year of my life gone just so that I can learn how to be a housewife. My uncle could have married me off to one of his underlings and had the same effect."

Peter laughed heartily and said, "Slave Elena marrying you off would have taught you nothing. You would have insisted upon a maid, learning no household skills. You would have had no understanding of the value of money and would have spent your husband into the poor house. You uncle showed me how much you were spending. To survive financially and probably emotionally your husband would have divorced in less than a year and you would have ended up back at your Uncle Charles' door, older but no wiser, and in the same financial disarray you were in when he married you off. Being given to me is the best thing that could have happened to you." 

Elena was irate at hearing Peter Rusk's words. They were all the more infuriating because Elena knew that there was a great deal of truth in his words. When Elena pictured herself married she never envisioned herself over a stove or even lifting a finger to clean. In her vision of domestic bliss, the maid did everything except fuck her husband. Elena realized that she never even envisioned changing a diaper or doing anything more strenuous than giving the cook and maid the menu for the dinner parties she and her husband would host weekly. With a start Elena realized that she had a great deal of growing up to do. Still the fact that her Uncle Charles had essentially given her away to Peter was galling in the extreme. Elena tried to compile a list of places that her uncle could have done to give her the training she needed. She came up empty. 

In the kitchen, Peter presented Elena with a frilly, yet functional apron. Elena donned it and paid attention as Peter took her on a tour of the kitchen. Peter showed her where all the food and utensils were kept. The cookbooks were all neatly arraigned from simplest menus to the most complex. Peter walked her through a simple recipe. To Elena's surprise a short time later she had made French Toast for both herself and Peter. She had burnt her first attempt but swelled with pride when beautiful, perfectly browned toast. Exited the pan. Elena, who knew only how to cook ramen and hard boil eggs was delighted to have made something with her own two hands.

"You see," said Peter as they ate, "it feels good to do things for yourself. You are a very smart woman Elena, once we finish this brunch and wash the dishes together I want you to pick out a meal from one of the simpler cookbooks. You will plan the meal and gather up all of the ingredients. Today it will probably take you a very long time, but as you become more skilled and confident, you will need less time to prepare meals. I will assist you when you need it but for the most part I will be your cheerleader. Cooking is not hard if you follow the directions exactly." 

Peter was every bit the gentleman as he helped Elena wash and dry the dishes. "We will use the dishwasher when we have a big load but for these few dishes..."

It occurred to Elena that Peter really did have a winning personality. He was forceful, certainly and demanding, but when he turned on the charm he was positively endearing. Elena was still determined to not sleep with him but she decided that there was definite merit in the things he was trying to teach her. For about an hour while Elena perused cookbooks they had their first real conversation. They exchanged tales about their childhoods and school. 

Peter encouraged her to select whatever she liked for dinner. Elena decided to make a salad and grilled chicken with a wine sauce. It did not look too intimidating and Peter had all of the raw materials. Cutting the salad was quite easy, even if Elena had to be very careful to not nick herself with the knife. Elena liked that Peter really let her work on her own, only interjecting when absolutely necessary. Elena was delighted with the results. For reasons that she did not understand she was quite happy that Peter dubbed the meal "Superb."

After they finished eating Peter informed Elena that she had earned another eight dollars. "If you continue to apply yourself to work It won't be long before we visit Good Will and buy you some clothing. It won't be the designer labels you are used to but the clothing will mean more because you will have worked for it." 

The two put away the laundry that Elena had labored over. The boxers were left to dry overnight. Elena helped Peter make her bed and then his own. Peter's bed was the largest Elena had ever encounters. It looked big enough to sleep four people with no overlapping of the bodies. As Elena helped smooth out the sheets and blankets, her hands discovered that the mattress was by far the most comfortable she had ever encountered. Elena briefly wondered what it would be like to sleep in that bed. Then she realized under what conditions that would occur and she became angry and depressed. 

What he did next floored Elena. Peter sat Elena on the couch and let her pick out a show to watch while Peter cleaned up the kitchen. Further astounding Elena, once he had the kitchen stowed away Peter led her to the massage table in his bedroom. His fingers worked magic on Elena's tight muscles. She considered that these same fingers, which were now so tender and loving, were also capable of inflicting great pain upon her. Peter Rusk was the most confounding man she had ever met. Elena realized that when Peter was nurturing and loving she would be hard pressed to deny him anything. And then she remembered his brusque manhandling of her body and a tremble ran through Elena's flesh. "Who IS this man?" asked Elena to herself. "How can he be both so evil and so kind?"

Abstractly, Elena tugged on her collar. It astounded her how quickly she had accepted its presence.After one of the most enjoyable massages of her life, Peter Rusk put Elena to bed. After he dimmed the lights Elena tried to make herself comfortable. Out of habit her hands drifted to her privates where they encountered steel warmed to her body's temperature. An unwanted vision of Elena accepting Peter Rusk's terms to have him remove the accused belt stormed into her consciousness. A mix of frustration, shame and guilt, Elena forced the vision away and settled down to another night of troubled sleep.



Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 05



Elena had been living in Peter Rusk's house for just over a month. As she awoke this morning she considered how much she had changed in this short period of time. She had come out of a restless slumber. She was still as horny as hell. She had not been out of her chastity belt for more than thirty days now. More than anything Elena wanted a good screwing but she would be damned if she was going to ask her captor for it. Peter had not pressed the issue lately but he made it clear that the same rules applied. She awoke a half hour before her alarm's scheduled ring. Enjoying the luxury of her warm bed Elena snuggled awhile under the covers. Once the alarm rang, she visited to the bathroom. In a few moments she would trundle to the kitchen and make breakfast for herself and Peter. She did the lion's share of the cooking now. Elena surprised herself by really taking to cooking.

She enjoyed doing the laundry and did not mind the vacuum cleaner but scrubbing the floor was last on the desirable chore list. She was still as naked as she had been since leaving her Uncle Charles's office. Her hands went to her chastity belt. Its presence now was still a sore point between them. Several times recently Elena had been locked in her room so that other women could spend the night with her Master. She was not permitted to leave her room until noon on days after those visits.

Elena's nostrils were assailed by the perfume residue left by these women. Rubbing things in, the first thing Peter did after freeing her was to make her strip his bed an launder his sheets. Elena was disgusted handling the stained sheets. She did note however that the perfume scents left behind by Peter's conquests all used very expensive fragrances. That he wasn't bedding common tramps somehow made Elena feel better towards him. Peter made it clear that he very much wanted to make love to his prisoner. Elena, in weak moments, admitted to herself that she was very attracted to Peter. A month of viewing him up close revealed a man who was not only handsome and always well dressed and a fanatic about looking and smelling clean, but also a man with no bad habits or propensity to violence. Yes he had disciplined her when she needed it but at all other times he was a giant pussy cat. 

Peter had not been physical with Elena for some time. The last incident had been a spanking for shattering some dishes when hastily emptying the dishwasher. Before he spanked Elena Peter explained that why he was doing it and why Elena needed to accept it. He offered Elena an out. Had she given him a blow job he would not have spanked her. Elena took the punishment knowing that it would be long and painful. Elena was still determined not to give in to Peter sexually since it was the only stand she was capable of.

Today promised to be a good day. For the first time she would be allowed to leave the house. Peter promised to take her shopping for clothing. So far she had earned more than one hundred fifty dollars. She had not worked every day and some of the money that she earned had been deducted to cover the cost of the broken dishes and some towels she had inadvertently ruined.

Elena wondered how Peter was going to get her to the store. She still had not a stich of clothing to her name. She was so used to her nudity now that she wondered if clothing would now feel funny. Elena opted for a simple yet nourishing breakfast; hash browns, bacon and French toast. Once she had set a place for Peter she walked to his bedroom door, knocked and announced, "Breakfast is served Master." Elena was not allowed to sit at the table until Peter was in his place at the head of the table. Elena's place was to the right of Peter's. She could not begin eating before he did and she was expected to clean her plate and maintain silence unless spoken to.

Peter strode to the table in a silk bathrobe. He smiled at Elena, she had learned so much in a short time, thought Peter to himself, but that was not surprising, Elena was a smart woman. Had she applied herself she could have been a doctor or lawyer by now. Perhaps after this year she would have learned the discipline to peruse such a course, she was still young enough. She still had a long way to go to bury the spoiled party girl part of her personality. Peter was pleased, she really was the total package, brains, personality, and physique. He really did want to make love to her but he knew better than trying to force her. Peter was sure that one day soon she would ask Peter to take her. However, he was a patient man. 

After a few moment of silence Peter asked "Are you excited about your shopping trip today slave Elena?"

"Yes Master. I'm still a shopaholic at heart. How will you get me there. I own nothing and I've worn nothing except an apron and exercise clothes since I came to live with you." replied Elena 

"I have prepared for that eventuality. There are some rigid conditions to be placed on you. To prevent your escaping I will be fitting a shock collar beneath your slave collar. If you get more than two arms lengths away from me it will issue a disabling shock. DON'T even think about running away. I have some clothing that you can wear to the store. I expect that you will wear some of your purchases home."

"Master I WON'T try to run away."

"As if you wouldn't bolt at the first chance, you are a poor liar slave Elena. Even IF I believed you i could never afford the risk."

After breakfast, Elan rinsed the dishes placed them in the dishwasher and followed Peter to the exercise room. Elena had to admire what the month of daily workouts had done to her figure. Elena had always had a nice body, but driving herself hard to try and sublimate her sexual desires had given her more muscles and curves in all of the right places. She was now in the best shape of her life. Watching Peter Rusk exercise still taunted her. Showering with him every day and feeling his hands on her had also had the effect of driving the memories of the bodies of every other man she had seen naked from her mind. When she closed her eyes and tried to recall Todd or another boy she had slept with their torsos and abdominal muscles always morphed in Peter's and now every penis she envisioned had "Master Rusk" tattooed above it. She was looking forward to this trip just to see another human male.

After their shower Master Rusk presented Elena with a gift wrapped package. "For you." Said Peter, "Your first gift."

Elena tore open the package to find several very sexy and very expensive designer bra and pantie sets.

"Oh Master thank you!" cooed Elena.

"Take good care of these. I want what I pick out under your clothing. When we go to Good Will today. I have final approval over all of your purchases. This is non negotiable and I want no whining. You may not spend all of the money you have earned I will tell you when you have reached your limit."

Elena quickly donned the underwear. It felt divine, even over her chastity belt. She had forgotten how wonderful a good bra could feel. Peter then slipped the shock collar under Elena's slave collar. It attached to a belt about her waist.

"For demonstrative purposes now slave I am going to give you a low level shock. You have NOT done anything wrong, this is just a friendly warning of what will happen if you try to run away."

Peter pushed a button on a small remote control and Elena screamed with pain and doubled over. "Master! Stop!" shouted Elena and then the pain passed and she sighed with relief. 

"That was the LOWEST setting slave, get more than two arm lengths away from you and I hit you with full power!" Stated peter matter of factually.

From a closet Peter produced a simple pink blouse and gingham skirt. Both were a bit too large for Elena but she could get away with wearing them. Next Peter presented Elena with a shoebox.

"I decided not to wrap these. They are very simple but functional. If you are obedient I MAY take you shoe shopping in a few months until then these will have to suffice."

Elena opened the box to find a pair of simple canvas sneakers. The only time Elena had seen anyone wear such simple footwear was on the housewives and poor people she passed in a rush in the big city. Elena LOVED shoes. The thought of putting her feet in these sabots was an appalling prospect but she knew that she could not go shopping in her bare feet.

"Thank you Master." Elena croaked more out of habit than anything like real gratitude.

It was a warm summer day. Elena was stunned by the unaccustomed sunlight. She took Peter's hand when he offered it and they walked a short distance to the garage where Peter's car sat in the open garage. Peter opened the car door, waited for Elena to sit and then he belted her in. As they drove off Peter turned on the sound system and Elena's favorite band was playing.

"I remember you telling me you liked this band. I like them as well. I want you on your best behavior today slave Elena, but I also want to give you a good experience. If you are obedient today there is no reason that we can't take other trips. I love the ballet for example. Since you will be with me through Christmas PERHAPS we can see "The Nutcracker" together."

"That would be nice Master." Said Elena sincerely. 

Elena hummed along to the music and even sang along in a very nice voice. She was really starting to enjoy herself when Peter pulled the car into the lot of the Good Will store. Keeping constantly aware of where Peter was at all times Elena walked about the store. The place was a revelation to her. She was surprised at the variety in the woman's department. There were some very nice clothes, none of the exclusive labels that she used to dress herself in but not bad at all.

Elena found four nice dresses, two pairs of slacks, three blouses, a short skirt, a mid-length skirt, and a pair of cute little sandals. Everything met with Peter's approval. He stood just outside the changing room door while she tried on the clothing. Several items he told her to put back or didn't fit. Elena was astounded at how inexpensive everything was when she and Peter reached the cash register. After making the purchase Elena returned to the dressing room and left the store wearing the cute red dress that she had purchased and the cute little sandals. The former trust fund brat had been astonished as she looked in the mirror. This simple dress did mean more to her than all of the expensive frocks she had owned because she had worked to own this dress. The fact that she was every bit as beautiful in this simple dress as she was in her expensive ones was a revelation. She left the store under Peter's arm in an entirely new mindset.

Instead of driving straight home Peter pulled into a Dairy Queen. "You were so good shopping for clothes, that I've decided to give you a special treat. This place is not fancy but ice cream is ice cream no matter where it is bought."

After ordering, Elena and Peter took a seat in a quiet booth. Elena took a look about the eatery. There were families with small children, young mothers and overweight fathers. In other booths teen sweethearts gazed at each other lovingly. Elena reflected that she was none of those. The collar about her neck, which drew occasional stares, and the shock collar underneath it reminded her that she was a prisoner with nearly a year yet to serve. Yet to those around them she and Peter would appear to be just another dating couple.

Elena reflected as they ate how sweet Peter had been to her today. She also realized that he was the handsomest man she had seen today or probably ever. She had caught the admiring stares of other women as he walked past. Elena took a good look at the other men in the Diary Queen. Pimply hormonal boys, drab fathers, compared to them Peter was practically incandescent Elena reflected that had she met Peter under other circumstances she would have already probably slept with him hundreds of times. Her horniness returned in waves that were almost painful. 

Elena became acutely aware of her chastity belt. She knew what she needed to do to have it removed but it was the only thing she still retained from her former life. If she gave herself to Peter he truly would be her Master in every way. She knew that and she knew knew that Peter knew that fact. In simple terms Elena was terrified. Not of Peter per se but by the fact that if she slept with him Peter would take her entire sexuality as he had already taken her entire person. She knew instinctively that Peter would be a very good lover, perhaps even as he claimed, the best she had ever encountered. All her life the sex Elena had engaged in had ALWAYS been oh her terms. Peter was asking her to turn over that control.

And then Elena considered how much Peter had already changed her life by taking charge of it. She had learned more in the past month then she had in the past four years. She could cook, she could clean, she was no longer the spoiled brat she was. Elena was embarrassed by the woman she had been. While she still had a hard time forgiving her Uncle Charles she could not argue with the results. She knew that if she were to be liberated tomorrow, she would at the very least make a wonderful housewife. Still, Peter promised more. Basic accounting and financial investing, lectures and classes, if not in person at least electronically. He had vowed to transform her entire persona and he was well on his way to doing so. Elena wondered, "If Peter can do so much to the rest of me, what could he do to my sexuality?" 

Struck by that realization, Elena made a decision. She caught Peter's eyes and met their intensity fully. She returned his smile and reached for his hand across the table. Peter did not know it yet. But once they returned home Elena would ask her Master to liberate her from her chastity device.



Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 06



Elena gazed at Peter Rusk, across the table and contemplated his hand in hers. Suddenly her mood changed. Yes, had she met Peter under other circumstances she would no doubt have given him her body more times than she could count by now. But they had NOT met under other circumstances. Elena realized that Peter would never see her as an equal, just as another conquest for his massive cock and ego. With a start Elena realized that if she complied, not only would she be giving Peter the last thing she truly owned but she would also justify Uncle Charles's treatment of her! 

Together Peter and her Uncle wanted to prove that she was a petulant little brat who did not know hew own soul or her own sexuality! Again the sting of her Uncle's treatment rose up in Elena's heart. Yes she HAD made a lot of mistakes. She realized now that much of what her Uncle Charles had said about her was true but she certainly knew her own sexual desires. In her mind, Elena could just hear her Uncle Charles and Peter Rusk conspiring about her.

"Don't worry about my niece, she's vapid, with a weakness for large men, I'm sure you will have her wrapped around your little finger in no time" Elena imagined her Uncle saying to Peter and then she could just imagine Peter laughing uproariously in response! Suddenly the room was icy cold.

Across the table, Peter Rusk noticed the troubling emotions Elena was feeling cross her countenance.

"Is something wrong Elena?" he asked solicitously

"No 'Master' I see things clearer now than I ever have before. Thank you for the excursion, now take me home so I can continue to serve out my sentence."

Peter looked stunned as he said "But I thought..."

"We need to have a long talk Master. I will tell you one thing right now. You may as well pour solder into the keyhole of my chastity belt because I am never taking it off! I don't care if I get so horny that I rip my eyebrows out! You almost had me to the point of weakening but then I remembered what you are. What you truly are. You are the same kind of suave bully that my Uncle is. Uncle Charles with his lawyerly ways and sharp intellect bends individuals and corporations to his will, And you! You like to denigrate women all the while pretending to be their best friend and their closest confidant. Both of you are cut from the same cloth. At the same time I know that there is much I can and will learn from you but this is one pupil you best keep your hands off! As to the rest of the year ahead? I will bless the knowledge but curse the lesson." 

Peter Rusk appeared thunderstruck. He had thought that he was making so much progress with Elena. Never before had a slave so far along turned on him like this. Hastily he made ready to leave the restaurant his cucumber cool demeanor suddenly broken.

As they drove home Elena was mostly silent. She hummed a bit to the music and did tell Peter that "The trip today was a revelation. I can see why you shop there." Other than that Peter could not get two words out of his slave. However, Peter understood the dynamic between them had changed subtly.

Once they got home Peter locked the door behind them, removed Elena's shock collar and belt and said.

"You'll have to take off your clothes now. You only get to wear clothes on special occasions and when I decide." Said Peter.

"As you wish Master." Replied Elena "I will go to my room hang up theses clothes and put everything away I'll be right back in my birthday suit. Then we can talk It is time that you understood something 'Master.'"

Elena returned to the living room in a few minuets later in just her chastity belt and said. "I don't care if I get a spanking for talking to you this way but grab a seat, 'Master'" 

Peter was beginning to get angry but knew that whatever Elena was next going to tell him was important, He sat on the couch and looked up at his beautiful slave.

Elena gathered her thoughts, took a breath and began. "Mas ...Peter, I want to start by saying that I am very grateful for all that you have taught me and for what I still have to learn from you but some things need to change. I don't know exactly what transpired between you and my Uncle Charles but I dislike enormously the presumptions of the two of you. My Uncle apparently offered my virtue as well as my servitude. I resent the fact that I was not consulted in any of this. Did I deserve a comeuppance? Absolutely! Did I warrant a year of slavery? Hell no! Nonetheless, I will serve out the rest of my sentence, that seems the path of least resistance. I will be obedient and polite and I will work hard for you. Under ordinary circumstances, Peter you would have been able to sweep me off my feet. I'm sure my Uncle chose you for this assignment because I have a weakness for men who resemble you. He probably told you that I am a tramp who will sleep with anything. Well I am not quite the slut Charles thinks I am.

Simply put Peter you DO NOT get the cookie. I vow to you now that I will remain in chastity until my term is up. I tell you what I WILL do. To keep you happy I will suck your cock three times a week and give you two hand jobs a week as well. That is ALL that you get. Take it or leave it. You DON'T get kisses, You DON'T get hugs, You DON'T get near my emotions. I don't care what pain you subject me to. I don't care if you try to starve me into submission or beat me like a rag doll. I am on to you Peter. You can fuck those other women. I no longer care. I know what you are and they do not. And THAT is how it will be 'Master'."

Elena stood at attention with a defiant look upon her face as Peter reacted upon the couch. He was stunned into silence. He had seriously underestimated this woman. This was not how things were supposed to happen. She was supposed to weaken and become his completely and totally. He expected fringe benefits for his teaching efforts. Charles had not explicitly told him that Elena was weak willed but he certainly implied it. Peter had figured Elena for a marshmallow. She had been until today. Peter sat in silence and wracked his brain trying to figure out what he had done wrong. Elena was just another woman, wasn't she? 

"That's not how this works." Said Peter slowly.

"Well that is how I work. Now if you want me to climb up on your lap and let you whip my bottom give me the word. On the other hand if you would like a blow job and then some TV time while I make dinner, we can do that instead. You're not really an ogre Peter, you don't really want to hurt me. In many ways you are a sweet and very gentle man. You just have some very wrong ideas about women in general and me in particular. I needed the first month of tough love, but I am a different person now. I still need to learn about finance and frugal living and all the other things you promised to teach me. I enjoy conversing with you and I could happily serve you on MY terms. Face it Peter this is one relationship you do not get to control."

Peter sat there unable to find his voice. Peter had always believed that he knew women. That he knew what they wanted and what made them tick. He assurance had been rewarded in the past with more pussy than any of his friends ever got. But now Peter realized that those other women meant nothing. He WANTED Elena, he had wanted her to fall in love with him, as so many women had done before. He had wanted her to be the one. In Peter's mental scenario Elena embraced slavery totally. When the year was up, Peter had been positive that she would chose to stay with him as his willing and compliant slave and not want to return to her old life. When he had discussed that possibility with Elena's uncle, the old man had been fine with it. How could Peter be in such error?

Peter thought of getting forceful with Elena but he spied steel resolve in her clear blue eyes. For the first time in his life Peter realized that his bag of tricks was empty. He understood that violence for the sake of violence was counter productive. He could compel Elena time and time again but that would only drive her further and further away from him. Elena, the one woman in all the world that he truly desired in every sense, had just made herself unavailable. Peter was not stupid, he was shrewd and knew with one path cut off his only hope was to find another way. He stood, met Elena's strong gaze with his own and said,

"If you swallow every time we can try it your way for a while."

* * *   

Peter had wanted Elena to move into his bed but Elena insisted on keeping her room. The temptation with him so close would have made her break her vow. It was not an easy road she had chosen but to her surprise the longer she went without sex, the better Elena found she could endure celibacy. Part of her resented that Peter got regular release that pleased hm greatly while she remained horny. But the terms HAD been her suggestion. Peter had become the gentlest, kindest man she had met in a long time. Peter's cock and cum were both mighty tasty. There were times when she felt especially close to Peter; at the ballet, at the museums, in the lecture hall. Some nights he sat by her bed and read to her in a strong warm voice until Elena fell asleep. He was also an excellent teacher, the best Elena had ever had.

Peter came to adore the fellatio Elena provided. She was the most gifted cock sucker Peter had ever met. Peter found himself amazed that he was fairly content in receiving Elena's limited ministrations. Of course he wanted more, but he was too smart a man to risk damaging a good thing. Peter regretted what ever he had done to cause Elena to turn away. He had asked Elena to explain his mistake. Elena simply replied, that if she had to explain it him, he would never understand it. The fact that she would never be his caused Peter a great deal of regret and confusion., but as the months passed he discovered that he was learning just as much from Elena as she was from him. One night after Elena had finished jerking him off in the bathtub Peter asked her,

"Elena, suppose we set a date to meet two years in the future? A night when we can meet as equals."

Elena thought a moment, eyed Peter's spectacular naked body and rapidly shrinking yet still formidable penis. His face wore a smile of post orgasmic bliss. She recalled all of the good times with him AND all the bad times as well. Elena contemplated his good points and his bad points, she recalled everything about this man and ran it through the prism of their shared experience. Elena placed one hand on her chastity belt, kissed Peter lightly on the cheek, and replied earnestly,

"Perhaps. We will see Peter, we will see."



Uncle Charles' Proposal Ch. 07



 This concludes the Tale of Elena, Peter and Uncle Charles. Sorry for the delay in bringing you the end.

- wifetheif 

*****

Elena could scarcely believe that her final month of slavery had arrived. She had been checking off each day on the calender on her wall. Peter had been a dream for the longest time. To Elena's utter amazement, about three months before her enslavement was scheduled to end, had asked Elena to not service him with blow jobs and hand jobs any longer. 

"I feel like I am taking something I am not entitled to." he said simply.

Elena felt the perhaps SHE was reaching her enslaver. He still kept her collared and naked most of the time but Peter's change was an amazing breath of fresh air. For the first time Elena began to believe that he was not irredeemable.

For Peter, however, the fast approaching deadline left him mystified. Charles had been so sure that his niece would gravitate to Peter, that the two had not even considered the possibility that Elena would display independence and backbone. The scenario that Elena's Uncle Charles had spun of her willingly becoming Peter's slave for life had seemed so logical and so beguiling. A crestfallen Peter no longer clung to that denouement still, he had no idea how to behave now that Elena was about to return to her former life. His decision to temporarily embrace celibacy was not an entirely selfless act. Peter had hoped that his voluntary cessation of demands on her would have been the gesture he needed to win Elena at last. He had hoped that it would weaken her heart and that Elena would reward him at last with her body. In many ways he was still mystified as to how he could win Elena.

The time they had spent together convinced Peter more than ever that the ONLY woman on the planet he would ever want was Elena. The thought of losing her, of no longer seeing her smiling face or her delightful body everyday caused him profound pain. Another element had reared its head as well confusing him greatly. When Peter called Uncle Charles for advice he was floored to discover that Charles had had a nefarious purpose in giving Elena to him. Uncle Charles had designs on his niece's trust fund. As Peter's slave she would have no need for the vast majority of the trust her father had left her. Charles stood to inherit that trust. The realization that he had been used, that BOTH of them had been used filled Peter with remorse and sadness. He finally had a glimmer of why the finest woman he had ever met was so stubbornly rejecting him. 

Uncle Charles did not want to hear of Peter's failure. The older man ripped the younger one a new one and threatened to suspend the remainder due of Peter's payment for taking Elena in hand. Not knowing what to do Peter confided in Elena what he had learned about her uncle. At first Elena was angry. For days she refused to even speak to Peter. But after some reflection she realized that Peter had been a victim of her uncle Charles just as much as she had. Her uncle's controlling ways and spellbinding manner had spun a web of deception about Peter as well as herself. Peter's vanity and shallow personality had been fertile ground for her Uncle's gifted gab. 

Elena found more pity for Peter than she ever imagined that she had within herself. Briefly she toyed with the idea of sleeping with him out of sympathy, but quickly rejected the idea. She sat in her room assessing her year of slavery. There were some nice clothes, even a designer dress that Elena had found at a discount store. For her birthday, Peter had given her a string of pearls with matching pearl earrings. She recalled all of the wonderful jewelry she had owned in her old life, she understood that her Uncle had liquidated every last thing she had owned. Even her dresses, shoes and underwear had been auctioned off. Her small wardrobe and the pearls were now Elena's only possessions. She realized now how wasteful her old spendthrift ways had been. Never again would she waste money on things she did not need. She looked forward to her independence. She knew that her new outlook on life would make her a much happier person. One of Elena's most painful realizations had bee the self discovery that much of her spendthrift ways had been a way to self-anesthetize Elena's own unhappiness. She knew that her late father would be proud of the new and improved Elena.

Elena realized that her Uncle Charles might still find some way to deny her her father's legacy. No, Elena owed it to her father to do right by him, to be a responsible steward of his estate and to do charitable works with his money. Elena read and re-read the contracts she had been compelled to sign. She impressed upon Peter the importance of finding an independent attorney to accompany them to Uncle Charles' office.

To her surprise, Peter raised no object to Elena consulting a lawyer. Together they found an attorney who was a business associate and friend of Elena's late father. Elena remembered him coming to the house when she was a little girl. The man remembered Elena fondly and was delighted to help. He deferred his fee until after Elena's estate was restored. He had even come to Peter's house to consult with the two of them. Elena insisted on wearing her collar for the confab with the lawyer. For the first time Peter realized that he could face criminal prosecution for aiding and abetting Uncle Charles. The fact that Elena would not press charges might be immaterial to the state. Peter's fear led the attorney to represent him as well.

That evening Elena and Peter had the deepest and most meaningful conversation of their time together. Elena confided anew that under other circumstances she easily could have fallen in love with Peter. Peter apologized for how he had treated her and, for the first time, Elena felt that he was being sincere and really understood that he had taken liberties and indiscretions with her that had driven her away. 

The young woman was so moved by the honesty of her captor's words that she kissed him more deeply and more passionately then she had ever done before. Her deep kiss led to an impromptu make out session. Elena almost allowed herself to get carried away let Peter have what he had sought for so long but at last Elena was able to fight off the temptation. Both Peter and Elena realized that there WAS a deep emotional bond between themselves.

"Peter, if only you could be trained to understand how to properly treat a woman."

Peter had a serious look on his face, "Perhaps YOU can train me, Elena."

"If I trained you Peter the FIRST thing I would do is put your penis under lock and key. You would not be able to even jerk off if I didn't let you. In time you might become sensitive and giving, not just to me but to any woman."

"If I agreed to that, Elena would you stay with me?"

"Peter?"

"Elena, I know after this year with you that you are the ONLY woman I want. I know that I have made many mistakes and assumed much in how I have treated you. I also know that you have made me a better man and could make me an even better one. Elena, when I was first sold on this project by your Uncle I believed his lies about you. I'm very sorry and would do ANYTHING to atone for my mistakes. I DON'T want to lose you Elena!"

"Peter the ONLY way you could be forgiven is by walking in my shoes. You would be collared and caged, maybe not for a year, but long enough for you to understand the humiliation and lack of control, the reduction to the level of chattel." 

"IF I did that, Elena, could you see it in your heart to forgive me and give me a second chance."

"Oh Peter, be serious, you could never give up sex or devote yourself totally to someone else."

"I have already given up sex for you and I would walk through Hell in a gasoline suit to win your heart Elena'" 

"IF you ARE serious Peter, I would be happy to train you. You need to humbled. I am serious about locking your penis away. There will also be nights where I will bring home other men and many months when you won't be permitted to even play with yourself. I clean your room Peter I know that you jerk off several times every night I know that you are thinking of me, I am flattered but I'm not a masturbatory fantasy, Peter, I am flesh and blood. Flesh and blood that had been abused by you. Every time you jerk off with me in mind you are, in a small way, degrading me, and you have NOT given up sex, Peter you've just given up partners. For you to change you have to hand over complete control of your sexuality. You once thought that you could control my sexuality. It would be the same thing but with me in charge it would be very different for you. I DO think that you are trainable Peter, at least I'd like to think so. If you were to become the man I desire, I would willingly spend my life with you But we have to come together as equals." 

Peter wore the soberest expression Elena had ever seen him wear. "Elena, I would walk across the sun for you. If the only way to keep you is to be locked away, I will gladly do that."

"Peter, it CANNOT be something I DO to you, it is something you willingly endure as a gift to me! Once upon a time my Uncle Charles sold you a bill of goods. He assumed many things about me. In all honesty not ALL of the things he told you about me was misinformation. I WAS a shallow, self-absorbed party girl. I have changed, partly through your training but mostly because your mistreatment brought me back to myself. I didn't choose celibacy for myself, Peter, your assumptions drove me to it!"

"Elena, I am sorry that I have hurt you. Please forgive me. I would Do ANYTHING for you!"

"Really, Peter? Would let me be in charge? Would you clean the house? Would you not moan about not being able to play with yourself? Would you be content with one orgasm every three months that you get only by jerking off when permitted? Would you humble yourself and live entirely at the whims of another?"

Peter's face contorted in thought, after a moment he said, "Yes, Elena I can. I WILL!"

Elena leaped into Peter's arms and gave him a deep passionate kiss. "Peter, let me make you into the man of my dreams and our sex life will be better than your wildest imaginations. My liberation commences YOUR enslavement." 

Peter and Elena talked for the next few hours with more honesty and more emotion than they ever had before. In the end Elena became convinced that Peter was being truly sincere. That evening, for the first time they shared Peter's bed. Elena insisted on being clad in one of her captor's tee shirts but the feel of Peter's huge strong arms about her body felt divine to Elena. She was delighted when Peter made no effort to initiate any activity beyond cuddling. Elena noted that Peter's erection raged all night but, as far as she could tell, he had made no effort to jerk off. Elena's remaining days with peter passed in a idyll of closeness and intimacy that was, in some ways, more satisfying than a simple roll in the hay. With each passing day Peter seemed more and more determined to yield everything to the woman he had once enslaved. 

On her final morning, Peter released Elena from her chastity belt. The sight of her sacred grounds renewed Peter with desire for her but he knew that what he wanted no longer mattered. Elena was dressed in the finest dress she owned. Peter sat next to her in his finest suit. Accompanying both of them was their lawyer as they sat in Uncle Charles' office. Elena wore her collar proudly for the last time. Elena had never seen her uncle angrier. He screamed and roared, spouted invectives and called Elena and Peter's lawyer all sorts of nasty names. In the end however he was forced to release Elena's trust fund. There was nothing that could be done to restore Elena's lost property, but the woman wearing the triumphal smile, realized that she no longer needed them. Uncle Charles had indeed retired all of Elena's debts. He had hoped to seize his niece's trust fund as a reward for services rendered. In the end, however Uncle Charles signed every line and restored Elena's freedom.

As a final gesture Peter unlocked her collar. Elena placed it on her Uncle's desk and said sweetly as possible. "This belongs to you, Uncle."

With that the trio of Elena, Peter and Their lawyer made their exit. A short time later they were at one of Manhattan's finest restaurants eating a celebratory meal. Eventually the lawyer left leaving Elena and Peter alone.

"Peter, are we to proceed with my plan, or do you want to call it off?" 

The tall and handsome Peter gazed into the Elena's eyes. With a start he realized that they were the eyes of the only woman he had ever truly loved. "Elena, I WANT to be your slave. Please accept my service."

Later that night after hitting certain select boutiques in the big apple. Peter gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He took a long hard look at his shaven manhood and caged penis. "We will start with three months, Peter. After that I will let you jerk off ONCE!"

"Can I think about you when I do?" asked Peter.

"In this case Peter I won't mind in the least."

Peter gazed lovingly at Elena, she had bought the sexiest little outfit at one of the boutiques, it fit her like a second skin. Peter's penis, well now it was Elena's penis, swelled to fill its cage. Peter decided that he liked the feeling far more than he thought possible. 

"I would like that very much Elena."

They both laughed and then she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Elena had no doubt that Peter would be a very good learner.