Chapter 1

 

This would have been a nice evening-a fully paid trip, a nice hotel in a nice neighborhood and good restaurants in the area.

A driver picked him up and drove him to a very good place for dinner which also was taken care of by his host. All in all it was wonderful, with just one large problem overshadowing the whole affair.

His host had contacted him by email a couple of weeks ago. It obviously was some kind of large company, but no one told him which company. All he had was the name of his contact, Nadine. To make matters worse, the mail spoke of weapon designs stored on his computer and only there. He had been working on them for a few years in his spare time. He had never told anyone about them and his computer setup bordered on the realm of paranoia.

It prompted him to pull out the network cable and go and buy a small laptop to go online only, not even having his main computer hooked to the internet anymore. The next email he got was an invitation to come over and meet with her, to talk about his possible future with the company. They were very interested in his designs and although they technically had it already, which made Gabriel's anger well up a bit, they still wanted him to work for them.

Head hunting, that's what this was. The only problem he had, making this ridiculous and strange, was that he was a low end tech. He just made sketches on paper, some constructions on the computer and occasionally building a part. Mostly other people's ideas, never his own, so head hunting him seemed more than odd.

As he walked back into the hotel, Gabriel took stock of his life.

At the age of twenty-seven, he had done little out of the ordinary. His education was well rounded, some engineering, computer science and a couple of internships with different companies, among them the weapon maker he was working for now. He stood six foot three tall, had a buzz cut of about half an inch above a cleanly shaven face. His eyes were intense, or at least that is what he got told all the time, and the same brown as his hair. In his face, there was no distinct feature, it was not round, nor pointed. He had no sharp or flat nose. The only two major things sticking out were his eyes and the slightly extruding cheekbones below them. It gave him the look of an average guy at the first glance, but if you took a closer look they gave the feeling of a predator ready to make his kill any second now.

This also extended to his body in general. More on the skinnier side, he had a good strength and endurance all over, but was wirier than ribbed. It went well with his tendency for geekdom, instead of being a jock. He had no friends to speak of. Mostly he kept to himself or engaged in some domination games with a willing female.

He found it fascinating to see a woman submit to him so fully. See the craving in her eyes as he tied her, see the lust as he whipped her and the release as he fucked her.

His pants got a bit tight at the thought while he approached the front desk. The concierge informed him a package had arrived and was already placed in his room due to the size of it. With a short courteous "thanks," he went to the elevator.

As he entered the room, he instantly saw the kneeling woman in front of his bed. She was not wearing much clothing to speak of. Black boots, shiny like latex, going to the middle of her otherwise bare upper thighs. There they ended in a slightly wider area where it looked as if they were tightened and buckled up with a strap around the leg. Matching gloves went up to the middle of her upper arms, which also were held up by the same kind of straps.

Her white body was almost shiny white and hairless, making a very stark contrast against the black. A rather short cap of dark brown hair crowned her head, none of it made it past her delicate jaw line. Her eyes were covered in a black leather blindfold with thick and very sturdy looking pads, covering most of her upper face and secured with a wide strap around her head. A black gag, very big looking in her jaw, was equally secure, sticking out between her blood red lips. Attached to the blindfold was a post-it note saying, "Please remove gag". He ignored it for the moment.

Her arms were behind her back and as he got closer he could see that they were folded upwards behind her neck. Her lower arms and elbows were touching, held by wide black leather straps. The leathery scent was heavy from the blindfold and all the straps standing this close. She seemed calm and breathing slowly.

The click of the door finally shutting itself made him realize this had only taken a few seconds, but he could not stop looking at the woman kneeling there. She flinched a little at the sound but stayed quiet and still otherwise.

Two more straps were below and above her breasts which were not too large and not too small, nicely apple shaped and sticking out between the black leather. Her nipples were small and poking out hard into the warm from small aureoles.

Around her neck was a black collar, looking severe and stiff, holding her head in a perfect straight position and making it impossible for her to move her head even the tiniest bit.

With her knees placed at about a ninety degree angle, sitting on the back of the heels of her boots as she was, he could see her shaved sex. It was slightly glistening in the light of the hotel lamp above.

The note on the blindfold was written in a nice flowing hand, which had also two small arrows down to the left and right. His eyes followed the arrows and he saw to small pegs beside the woman's mouth, where the gag was easy removable. It was signed Nadine.

He pulled the note off. The slave flinched again, more in surprise than fear then pushed her head forward to give him easier access to the gag. He removed two pegs left and right and pulled out the gag of her mouth and let it drop to the floor.

She chewed empty very slightly, the collar was giving her problems with that, then spoke in a soft voice.

"Welcome, Master. Mistress Nadine regrets not being here tonight, so she sent me to hopefully please you. She will come and pick you up tomorrow at noon in the lobby of this hotel. Until then you can use me in any way that pleases you. She has ordered me to tell you expressively that this includes the use of any of my orifices, any torture, humiliation or modification you wish to apply to my body, as well as killing me, if that is your wish."

She swallowed and licked her lips; the pink tongue darted out between and shortly revealed perfect white teeth. He wanted to crush her lips with a kiss, but restrained himself for he felt there was more. Quickly the slave picked up again.

"I have been locked in these bonds, so they cannot be removed. If you wish to add more, there is a small case on the dresser containing some items you might wish to use on me. Once you are done with me, you can simply gag me again and put me in a cupboard or the bathroom. If there are any bodily fluids or even blood," she swallowed again, "after my use, the concierge will gladly give you a new room, without any questions asked."

She shifted a little. It clearly made her nervous.

"This room is soundproof, master. Any noise made in here will not be audible outside these walls. I am instructed to answer any questions you might have."

He was stunned a little. He felt surprised, skeptical, but also horny. His libido was fighting with his curiosity.

"What is your name?"

She flinched a little again.

"I do not have a name, master."

"Then what are you called by your Mistress?"

"I am called whatever Mistress wishes to call me. Mostly she just calls me 'slave', but also other names like 'fuck toy', 'whore', 'cunt', 'slut' and many more things."

"So you never had a name?"

"I once did, but I do not have a name anymore. I listen to what I am told to listen to."

"Are you here on your free will?"

The slave smiled. "I am a slave, Master, I have no free will. I only obey."

He nodded, thinking.

"What does your Mistress Nadine do, what does she look like?"

The slave's face was moving. It looked like she was trying to think harder.

"I do not know all the things she does. She trains slaves often. I'd seen her do it a lot in my presence and she is very good at it. She trained me herself and keeps me in her quarters at all times. As for her looks, my mistress is a very beautiful woman. She is about two inches taller than me, has skin that is more toned than mine. Her features are delicate and beautiful. Her hair is very dark, going to the middle of her back and silky soft. Mistress Nadine is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life and I am happy to be her slave."

Looking at the already stunningly beautiful slave, he could not imagine that she would describe someone even more beautiful.

"So is your Mistress working for this company I am supposed to meet here?"

"Yes, Master."

"What do you know about the company?"

"I know nothing about it, Master. I am just the property of my Mistress. I have no knowledge of the company's business."

He was thinking about the little present Nadine had given him here. First the company breaks into his computer and reads his files. They must have seen everything, not just the projects of course, so they would know about his preferences in terms of sexual encounters. The company then using someone like Nadine with a similar affection and a person like this slave in front of him to please him, made him a bit uncomfortable. But, this was deliberate and personally tailored down to him so he might as well enjoy it.

"So, I have till noon tomorrow to use you, is that correct?"

"Yes, Master."

"And you will do anything I tell you to?"

"Yes, Master, anything."

He put his right leg in front of her crotch. The black dress pants he wore were fresh. He changed into them when he had arrived.

"Move your crotch forward and rub your cunt on my leg. It's right in front of you."

With surprising strength she lifted herself forward and off her heels a little, her sex pushing warm and wet against him. Slowly, she felt for his leg, moving a little to get the feeling of where he was and then began rubbing herself on his shin. Little moans escaped her mouth.

He looked down at this total stranger. He was fascinated by her beauty and her willingness to do anything. This brought his mind to the meeting the next day. Who is this Nadine? More beautiful than the creature at his feet, part of a large company that seemed to pull a lot of tricks to bring Gabriel into their midst, while he was not important at all. Maybe they had made a mistake. Looking down again, he thought about taking advantage of this situation. It had been almost half a year since his last encounter with a willing submissive and casual sex, as some described it, held no fascination for him.

"Please..." came in a low and aroused voice from the slave.

He had not noticed how long the slave had been rubbing herself already on his leg.

"Yes?"

"Please master, I beg you, please, fuck me."

A smile appeared on his lips. Whoever Nadine was, he would have to compliment her on this well trained slave. She was naturally hot. He remembered she was already aroused when he entered the room, she must be on the edge of exploding now.

"You are a pretty insolent slave."

"Forgive me, master. My mistress punishes me frequently because of this, but I can't help it. I am just turned on by this so much that I can't hold myself back. I just have to beg. Please, master, please punish me as you want, but please fuck this worthless slave's cunt."

Her eyes were covered, her neck stiffened, her arms and hands trapped, in what he could only think of as a painful position, but just her mouth and the rest of her body was so expressive he could see her trying to push closer onto him. Carefully he unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his shorts.

"Show me what your skills are with your mouth first."

A low groan came from her but she opened her mouth instantly. Holding on to her short hair and the strap of the blindfold on the side, he guided her lips to his erect cock. Her tongue swept up and down the length of his member. Without warning, he pushed his hips hard against her. She bucked only for a split second and took him into her throat. Gabriel felt the warm breath of the slave in his private area and was content to just hold her there. She picked up her tongue work fast again, even though it could not have been comfortable with the collar to have his stiff cock pushing into her throat.

In his mind he tried to picture how many times this woman had done this before to get to the skill level she was at now. Her tongue darted along his cock, licking along the shaft, trying to reach as far to the tip as she could, then going back down again.