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by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

F/m, M/f, bdsm, bondage, machine, slave, toys, kidnapping, nc, torture, XX

Chapter 9 – Scott’s Predicament

After walking what seemed like a mile, Scott felt the insistent tug on his collar abate. Still blinded by the pads over his eyes, he assumed that he and his keeper had reached their destination and stopped walking. With a quick upward tug on his collar, Scott found himself attached to a chain or leash suspended from above. He was again helplessly uncomfortable, but the sudden jerk loosened the foam inserts in his ears enough to allow him to make out the conversation around him.

“That will do, James,” said a female voice.

Scott recognized the woman’s voice from his house this afternoon.

“You may tend to the needs of our other guests, now. I’ll show Mistress Christen around her room,” the woman concluded.

“Yes, Mistress Jennie,” a male voice replied impassively.

As the servant’s footsteps faded away and ended with the closing of a distant door, Scott assumed that he was alone with the two women: Jennie and Christen.

“I can’t get over the facilities,” Mistress Christen gushed.

“Well, there’s actually a lot more than meets the eye,” Mistress Jennie boasted.

“Once a man is selected to be confined in this house, escape is virtually impossible,” she continued. “All of the locks are identically keyed, and only the Mistresses and the Master butler, Fernando, have working keys. That means that even if one of the lower echelon servants wanted to help a slave escape, he couldn’t.”

“I see,” said Mistress Christen. “But couldn’t a slave escape if he happened upon a key that was misplaced or left carelessly unattended by Fernando or one of the Mistresses?” Mistress Christen challenged.

“Well, considering that slaves are typically attached to some type of hitching post, and considering that their vision is often impaired, and considering that their fingers are generally unable to reach the locks… Well, let’s just say that all of the planets would have to align for a slave to be able to free himself. Besides, there are two other far more significant factors that would deter a slave from escaping…” Mistress Jennie said as she opened the armoire at the foot of the kind-sized canopy bed to which Scott was attached.

“And those factors would be?” Mistress Christen asked in an obliging tone.

“The first factor is devotion. Once a slave is properly trained, here is nothing he would do to displease his Mistress,” Mistress Jennie said knowingly.

“It’s only been an hour since you advanced from your junior status, and you speak like a pro,” Mistress Christen chuckled.

“Membership in the sorority is only a formality to a lifetime of slave training,” Mistress Jennie said flatly. “The second factor is distress,” Jennie said as she removed a tiny restraint with a small plastic box attached to it.

“We call this a ‘Persuader’. Let me demonstrate.”

Scott felt Mistress Jennie remove the pouch that held his penis and genitals. She wound the small leather band around the sack above his testicles at the base of his penis and fastened the strap with a tiny buckle. The small black plastic box hung down behind his genitals so that two embedded electrodes made contract with his skin.

Even though Scott was more aroused than he had ever been, he could only imagine the discomfort that such a little box could inflict. He twisted to avoid the restraint, and once applied, he twisted harder to get it off.

Mistress Jennie laughed and said “See, even without knowing what it is, this one knows it is not meant for pleasure.”

As Scott continued to thrash helplessly, Mistress Jennie removed a small remote control with a single red button from the armoire.

“Although it should be used sparingly, it is most effective.”

She pressed her thumb against the red button for a fraction of a second, and Scott instantly hung lifeless from the cross member of the canopy at the foot of the bed.

Mistress Jennie released the clip connecting Scott’s collar to the chain, and he slumped to the floor twitching slightly.

“Really, you shouldn’t use it when a slave is restrained by the neck. He could choke after taking a hit, or worse, his neck could snap,” Mistress Jennie explained.

“For any slave who may be a particular escape risk,” she continued, “we can add a tiny padlock to the Persuader for which only I hold the key.”

“Well, you have thought of everything,” Christen admitted. “Is there anything else I need to know before I get ready for bed?”

“Only that there are extra towels in the bathroom cabinets, extra toys in the armoire, and that Champaign breakfast is at 8:00 in the Master Dining Room,” Mistress Jennie said smiling, and she turned to leave.

At the door, Jennie offered “If you need anything, just dial ‘0’ for Fernando’s desk or dial ‘6’ to page me directly. My pager displays the room number, and I’ll stop by to answer any questions.”

“Thank you so much,” Christen said smiling. “You’ve been so gracious. I’ll only bother you if it’s important.”

The door closed, and Scott began to regain his strength.

Mistress Christen had been a female dominant for at least six years, and although she thought she had seen it all before tonight, the Persuader was definitely a surprise. She couldn’t believe how quickly and effectively it rendered a subject utterly helpless.

With a fair amount of over confidence, Mistress Christen bent down to check on Scott. She removed the earplugs and blindfold, and caressed his hair as she asked “Are you alright?”

Scott managed a feeble nod, but was gaining his strength back surprisingly quickly.

“How long have you been here?” Mistress Christen asked, but before Scott could mmmpf an answer, Christen laughingly said “Here, I should probably remove the gag so you can answer.”

Mistress Christen removed Scott’s gag and collar, and for the first time in almost twelve hours, Scott had all of his senses.

“Thank you,” Scott said as he stretched his jaw. “I have no idea how long I’ve been like this, but it’s long enough that I’ve lost all feeling in my arms.”

“Look, that kind of drivel won’t get you anywhere, but it’s fortunate for you that I like my subjects clean and comfortable when I force them to service me.” Mistress Christen said flatly. “I’m going to release you to let you shower. That will give your muscles a chance to regroup, but don’t get any ideas. You’ve already seen what the Persuader will do. I’ll have the remote on my belt, so just be thankful you ended up with me instead of Mistress Jennie.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Scott replied with his eyes cast downward.

“Now, turn around so that I can relieve the stress on your arms,” Mistress Christen said impatiently.

Scott turned around and one by one, Mistress Christen removed the four straps binding Scott’s arms and set them in a pile on the bed. To Scott’s surprise, the removal of the straps, while comforting, did little to increase his mobility. It wasn’t until the leather glove was unzipped that Scott’s situation truly improved.

As Scott stretched his arms to improve the circulation, Mistress Christen knelt before him to remove the straps from his legs and ankles. Instictively realizing that this would be the only time he would have the dominant position, Scott grabbed one of the straps from the pile and quickly wrapped it around Christen’s neck. Without thinking, he fastened the strap tightly around the bedpost.

Christen reacted by clutching the strap until she realized that she had the Persuader, but as she fumbled to find the remote on her belt, Scott grabbed it. He held it just out of reach and taunted “I’ll bet you were looking for this.”

Christen flailed her legs hoping to connect as she screamed and clutched for the buckle around her neck. Scott, still hobbled, made quick work of bringing Christen’s arm up behind her until she winced . Her screaming turned into a slight cry, and she began to beg.

“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything to you except release you,” Christen begged.

“That’s true. You didn’t do anything… yet.” Scott countered. “Bring your other arm behind you, and I’ll release the pressure.”

Christen complied and soon found her forearms bound parallel across the middle of her back.

“Look, I’m not out to hurt anyone. If you cooperate, I’ll refrain from using this.” Scott said holding up the ball gag.

“I’ll cooperate,” Christen said quickly. “Although I doubt that my mouth could accommodate a two inch rubber ball.”

“Want to find out?” Scott shot back, feeling in limited control for the first time that day.

“No. I said I’d cooperate,” Christen said. “Besides, I’m not your real problem. The Persuader and the security around here are your real problems. You really don’t stand a chance, but I’ll remember how merciful you were when they return you to me.”

“You know, you’re right. I’m solving the first of my problems right now.” Scott declared as he removed the Persuader before freeing his legs. After completely freeing his legs, Scott applied each of the straps in a corresponding location on Christen. Before long, Scott had a completely restrained mistress.

With Christen thoroughly trussed up, Scott began to check out the room. He started with the armoire. Although it looked innocent enough from the outside, once it was opened, the room felt like a darker, more sinister chamber. It was filled with straps of all sizes. Along the inside of one of the doors hung an array of gags. Under the gags, hung a variety of plugs arranged according to their size. Although Scott had never seen this type of equipment before, he could easily imagine their uses.

“Holy crap! Look at this stuff. Do you actually use all of this?” Scott asked almost rhetorically.

“I can’t turn far enough to see what you’re talking about, but the answer is most likely ‘yes,’” Christen replied.

“Lucky for you I’m in a hurry to get out of here,” Scott said smiling. “I kind of like you, and I’d love to take the time to let you model some of this stuff.”

Christen smiled. “I kind of like you, too. Sorry you have to be leaving so soon. Bye,” she said jokingly.

Scott carefully selected a blindfold, gag and posture collar before returning to Christen.

“Look,” He said apologetically. “I don’t know why, but I really do kind of like you. Maybe it’s the whole confident female thing. Maybe it’s that you’re drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe it’s because I have you helplessly tied to the foot of a bed against your will, but I have to get out of here, and I can’t take you with me.”

Christen glanced down at the unpleasant fashion accessories that Scott had picked out.

“I understand. I know what you think you have to do, but I honestly won’t scream or try to alert security. You don’t have to put that stuff on me,” she said pleadingly.

“Actually, I do,” Scott replied. “For my plan to work, I need you completely isolated.”

With that, Scott gently covered each of Christen’s eyes with a disc from the blindfold he selected and fastened the buckle gently but firmly behind her head. Next, he slid the pump gag into her mouth and locked it from behind. It was clear that Christen wasn’t used to being the one restrained as she shifted in her bonds and grunted into her gag. Scott pumped the attached rubber ball until the grunting was little more than a whisper.

When he was finished, Scott stroked Christen’s hair and whispered in her ear.

“You really are a lovely, dangerous creature. I’ll bet you have guys just begging you to tie them up.”

Christen slowly nodded.

“Well, I can certainly see the appeal. If I had come here voluntarily, I might have let you get me in a compromising position or two, but I didn’t volunteer for this.”

Scott walked over to the dresser and picked up the Persuader.

“Now, I’m going to call your pretty blonde friend, and tie her to the other bedpost.” Scott said, disclosing his plan like a villain in a bad action film. “You two are going to look like bookends when I’m through.”

Scott removed the batteries from the Persuader and fastened it back around his shaft. Then he dialed “6” to get Mistress Jennie’s pager. He knew that within minutes Jennie would be knocking on their door eager to help her friend.

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Links to Susan's Return Chapters 1-14:
1. Lost and Found
2. The Bait
3. The Trap
4. About Those Books...
5. The Next Victim
6. The Waiting Room
7. The Preparation
8. The Presentation
9. Scott's Predicament
10. Scott's Trap
11. Back to Captivity
12. Susan's Turn
13. The Escape
14. The Semester Ends