I warmed up my all-terrain vehicle and drove down the long access road through my
property that intersected with a rural road. About a hundred feet before entering the
rural road, I spotted something leaning against a tree and I stopped to investigate. You
can imagine my surprise when I came upon an unconscious woman, half-naked, chained hand
and foot, gagged, blindfolded and wearing high-heeled boots. I also noticed a chain,
circling her body that locked her to the tree As I cautiously approached the figure, I
was certain that she was dead from exposure, if not from something else. Surprisingly, I
thought I detected shallow breathing and I felt her neck and detected a weak pulse. Her
skin seemed very cold and I thought that she suffered from hypothermia. Therefore,
without thinking, I picked up a heavy rock and smashed it against the padlock that held
her to the tree. On my fourth attempt, the cheap padlock sprang open and I pulled the
chain away from her body. Then I scooped her up, placed her in my all terrain vehicle,
fastened the seat belt around her and hurried up the road, back to my cabin.
***
After I carried her inside my cabin, I removed her gag and blindfold and I laid her down
on a bearskin rug near my stove. Then I looked at the hardened steel collar around her
throat.
It had a leash attached to it and she wore steel cuffs and chains around her booted
ankles, upper arms and wrists. Her arm and wrist cuffs, with their connecting chains,
kept her arms locked securely behind her and I knew that removing them would not be a
simple task. In addition, she wore a steel bra with cutouts that allowed her nipples to
poke through and a tightly laced corset, kept on her by a thick leather belt that circled
her waist. I saw a strap that ran from the front of her belt, between her legs, and a
padlock that kept it attached to her waist belt behind her back. Finally, she wore steel
mesh mittens that locked around each wrist encasing her hands and rendering them useless.
Knowing that I could attend to those things later, I covered her body with warm blankets
and I brought cool water to her. Then I gently parted her lips, allowing a little water
to trickle into her mouth, every few minutes. Although she was only semiconscious, I saw
her throat swallow the water, and I felt her skin begin to warm and her pulse became
stronger. As I viewed her beautiful face, I noticed that her eyelids flickered
occasionally and she drank water more rapidly. Finally, she opened her eyes and she
surveyed her surroundings. Almost in a whisper, and speaking hoarsely, she asked, “Where
am I and who are you?”
Although I began to explain, she quickly lapsed into a deep sleep, and I thought she
would be better resting. By this time, her body color had returned and her pulse seemed
much stronger. As she slept, I examined her beautiful face again and she looked as if she
had just applied makeup to her lips, eyes and cheeks.
***
As I sipped several Scotches, I watched her sleep for hours and as her body finally
began to stir, I warmed a can of chicken broth and I brought a bowl of it, several napkins
and a spoon to her. Considering her restraints, I knew she could not feed herself, so I
positioned myself beside her, lifted her to a sitting position and I raised a spoonful of
the broth next to her lips.
As she opened her eyes, she examined my face for a few moments. Then she smelled the
chicken broth and she opened her mouth to accept the spoonful of liquid. As she swallowed
the broth, a look of extreme gratitude covered her face and, without speaking a word, her
body motions seemed to ask for more. Being careful not to feed her too fast, I raised
spoon after spoon to her lovely lips as she greedily consumed the liquid. After she
emptied the bowl, a look of divine satisfaction covered her face and she rested her head
on my shoulder.
“Finally, she turned to look at me again. “Thank you Sir that was the most delicious
meal I have had in years. Would you please tell me how I got here?”
“I found you this morning near the bottom of my property, chained to a tree. At first,
I thought you were dead, but I felt a pulse, so I brought you to my cabin to warm you and
give you water. Why were you chained to that tree?”
“That is a long story Sir; perhaps you should have let me expire.”
Suddenly, an almost uncontrollable rage came upon me and I slapped her across her face
as I said, “How dare you speak that way? You were put on this earth for a purpose and
even though you may never know what that purpose is, you are not supposed to leave
prematurely.”
I was not particularly religious, and I instantly regretted slapping her, but she
stopped me from apologizing with her reply.
As she spoke, a wide smile filled her face and with gratitude in her voice, she said,
“Thank you for correcting me Master. It has been a long time since anyone really gave me
the impression that he or she cared about me, when administering my corrections. I am
most grateful.”
Now I was more confused than before. I expected her to cry after I slapped her, but
instead, she smiled and acted gracious. Many thoughts flooded my mind and I asked, “Just
who and what are you and how did you wind up chained to a tree and left to die?”
“I am called Slave Tiffany, Master and I am simply property. My former owner grew tired
of me and she acquired someone much younger to replace me. She wanted to send me to a
master who would keep me permanently isolated from human contact. The very thought
terrified me so much that I told her I would rather die. A few days later, you found me
chained to your tree.”
“How old are you?”
“I am almost 23 Master.”
“My name is William Drake. Why do you call me master?”
“As I said Master William, I am a slave and I am your property if you will have me. You
found me. Therefore, I am yours to do with as you choose. I refer to you as Master out
of respect. I am uncomfortable addressing others casually.”
“Well, if you must call me master, I prefer that you call me Master Will.”
Smiling again, she looked at me and her beauty stunned me. “Yes Master Will, I beg you
to accept me as your property.”
“You consider yourself property?”
“Yes Master Will, I am nothing more. I am not capable of running my own life and I have
not made any decisions for myself since I was a teenager. Without someone to own me and
control my every action, I will surely wither and die like the lilies of the field.”
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