blocking
Ellis’ voice as black spots danced before her eyes and the bathroom countertop
rose to meet her.
~*~
Ellis moved quickly when he saw M’s eyes rolling back, her
mouth going slack as the color drained from her face. He caught her shoulders
as she was falling forward. Holding her upright with one hand, he used the
other to release the clip that held her cuffs behind her back.
Maybe he should feed her before he cut her hair. True, she
needed to shed about thirty pounds, but he didn’t want to starve her to death
in the process.
As he lifted the inert girl into his arms, she moaned, her
eyelids fluttering. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. He
reached for the hobble chain between her ankles and removed it.
After a few seconds she opened her eyes, blinking rapidly
several times. “What—” she began, confusion on her face.
Ellis cut her off. If she continued speaking out of turn, he
would gag her. “You fainted. Lucky for you, I hadn’t started using the scissors
yet.” Her hands moved suddenly to her head, the relief evident on her face when
she felt her hair. The relief would be short-lived, of course, but Ellis
allowed her that moment of false hope.
“I’m going to give you something to eat. Would you like
that, M?”
Her eyes met his, longing suffusing her features. “Yes, please ,
Sir.”
He nodded. “Lie there and rest. I’ll be back in a few
minutes with something for you.”
Ellis went from the room and took the stairs two at a time.
It was another warm summer day, and though the house had central air, he didn’t
keep it so cool that he wouldn’t be comfortable in just his shorts and a
T-shirt, his feet bare. It was a nice change from the daily grind of going into
the city, dressed in a suit and tie.
For a moment he imagined what his employees would think if
they knew he had a naked woman captive in his home, a woman he planned to train
and mold into a sexualized, submissive Stepford wife, one who obeyed his every
whim and dictate without regard to her own comfort or safety. Wouldn’t any man,
given his druthers, love to find himself in such a situation? The difference
was, Ellis Hughes took what he wanted. Even better, he got away with it.
While he prepared a tray of food for his slave, Ellis
propped his smart phone on the counter, turning it to the surveillance setting
and selecting M’s bedroom for the view. M lay docilely on her bed, her eyes
closed. Good girl. No doubt she’d noticed all the mini surveillance cameras
when she’d been cleaning. Those, coupled with the automatic remote locking
system, served as well as an armed guard to keep her in line, Ellis thought
with satisfaction.
He returned to M’s bedroom with the tray, which he set on
the night table. M opened her eyes, her head swiveling toward the food. Ellis
sat beside her on the bed and reached for a slice of banana. “Open your mouth.”
He placed the fruit on her tongue and let her chew and swallow. He selected a
chunk of hardboiled egg.
He fed her what amounted to a whole banana, an egg and half
an orange. He let her sip from a bottle of water. Just for fun, he let some
spill over her pretty breasts, leaving her nipples shiny with it. She gasped as
the cold water touched her skin. She was so responsive. He did love that about
her.
He reached for one of her nipples and pulled it taut between
his fingers. Just imagine sliding a needle through the nubbin and then
threading in the gold jewelry through the piercing. He’d never actually pierced
anyone, but he’d seen it done a number of times and was certain he could do it
himself.
Not yet, though. Maybe in a few weeks, when he’d broken down
her resistance. In fact, he would have her hold the nipple for him while he
pressed the sharp point of the needle through her flesh. Yes, it would be a
good test of her obedience.
But first things first, he reminded himself. He reached for
the leash and tugged at it. “Come on. Time for your
Ellis’ voice as black spots danced before her eyes and the bathroom countertop
rose to meet her.
~*~
Ellis moved quickly when he saw M’s eyes rolling back, her
mouth going slack as the color drained from her face. He caught her shoulders
as she was falling forward. Holding her upright with one hand, he used the
other to release the clip that held her cuffs behind her back.
Maybe he should feed her before he cut her hair. True, she
needed to shed about thirty pounds, but he didn’t want to starve her to death
in the process.
As he lifted the inert girl into his arms, she moaned, her
eyelids fluttering. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. He
reached for the hobble chain between her ankles and removed it.
After a few seconds she opened her eyes, blinking rapidly
several times. “What—” she began, confusion on her face.
Ellis cut her off. If she continued speaking out of turn, he
would gag her. “You fainted. Lucky for you, I hadn’t started using the scissors
yet.” Her hands moved suddenly to her head, the relief evident on her face when
she felt her hair. The relief would be short-lived, of course, but Ellis
allowed her that moment of false hope.
“I’m going to give you something to eat. Would you like
that, M?”
Her eyes met his, longing suffusing her features. “Yes, please ,
Sir.”
He nodded. “Lie there and rest. I’ll be back in a few
minutes with something for you.”
Ellis went from the room and took the stairs two at a time.
It was another warm summer day, and though the house had central air, he didn’t
keep it so cool that he wouldn’t be comfortable in just his shorts and a
T-shirt, his feet bare. It was a nice change from the daily grind of going into
the city, dressed in a suit and tie.
For a moment he imagined what his employees would think if
they knew he had a naked woman captive in his home, a woman he planned to train
and mold into a sexualized, submissive Stepford wife, one who obeyed his every
whim and dictate without regard to her own comfort or safety. Wouldn’t any man,
given his druthers, love to find himself in such a situation? The difference
was, Ellis Hughes took what he wanted. Even better, he got away with it.
While he prepared a tray of food for his slave, Ellis
propped his smart phone on the counter, turning it to the surveillance setting
and selecting M’s bedroom for the view. M lay docilely on her bed, her eyes
closed. Good girl. No doubt she’d noticed all the mini surveillance cameras
when she’d been cleaning. Those, coupled with the automatic remote locking
system, served as well as an armed guard to keep her in line, Ellis thought
with satisfaction.
He returned to M’s bedroom with the tray, which he set on
the night table. M opened her eyes, her head swiveling toward the food. Ellis
sat beside her on the bed and reached for a slice of banana. “Open your mouth.”
He placed the fruit on her tongue and let her chew and swallow. He selected a
chunk of hardboiled egg.
He fed her what amounted to a whole banana, an egg and half
an orange. He let her sip from a bottle of water. Just for fun, he let some
spill over her pretty breasts, leaving her nipples shiny with it. She gasped as
the cold water touched her skin. She was so responsive. He did love that about
her.
He reached for one of her nipples and pulled it taut between
his fingers. Just imagine sliding a needle through the nubbin and then
threading in the gold jewelry through the piercing. He’d never actually pierced
anyone, but he’d seen it done a number of times and was certain he could do it
himself.
Not yet, though. Maybe in a few weeks, when he’d broken down
her resistance. In fact, he would have her hold the nipple for him while he
pressed the sharp point of the needle through her flesh. Yes, it would be a
good test of her obedience.
But first things first, he reminded himself. He reached for
the leash and tugged at it. “Come on. Time for your
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