Abbie arrived home from her job as a secretary in a local travel agent considerably tired from her 9-5 shift. The light autumn breeze blew at her mid length dark brown hair as the 24 year old walked towards her house, locking her reasonable car with the remote as she strode elegantly in her black high heels. A white blouse, pantyhose and a short grey skirt completed her outfit as the slightly tanned beauty let herself in and read through the various leaflets and letters that had come through the door during the day.
As she walked into the lounge, a drink clutched in one hand and a donut in the other, she switched the TV on and prepared to destress from her exhausting day. However, once her donut was completed her relaxation was interrupted by the sound of someone walking slowly down the stairs. Expecting to see the stereotypical burglar with a sack full of her stuff, she was left perplexed at the site of an attractive man in a suit entering her room and sitting opposite her in the arm chair in a comfortable manner. The impression he gave off was like he wasn’t out of place in this woman’s home, he was almost acting like the house was his.
“Erm what do you think you’re doing?” Abbie said a little startled and confused as to why this man was in her house and what his intentions were.
“Nice house.” He said, turning to face her with a smile on his face before he took a sip of the wine he had poured himself. “I bought you. Your boss was very willing to set up a little agreement for raising the money to expand the business or something, in return I got you.”
“What the fuck? I’m not some kind of slave, you can’t just buy a person.”
“Always read the fine print Abbie, here’s a copy.” The man chucked a bunch of papers at her, clipped together with a red paperclip before smirking as he watched her read the entire document and the inevitable change of facial expression.
“This…this is impossible, illegal surely?”
“Technically not; you see, the owner of the company you used to work for, owns this house you also rent from him. At the time, obviously unbeknownst to you he put a little clause in the contract that you were a possession in the house at the same time and could be bought or sold to whoever for whatever purpose. I just simply took him up on that offer.”
Abbie was alarmed and embarrassed, how had she not read the small print? She had always had a gut feeling never to trust her ex boss and now was a perfect example of why. She felt trapped and was aware this guy was smart…too smart.
“What would you do with me?” she whispered, intrigued after a long pause.
“Bondage and sex, you would be my servant back at my office. I’m after a woman to myself and you fit the bill. Don’t worry, I know how much of a responsibility this will be and I am fully prepared to keep you safe and satisfied. In return I expect you to submit and get used to the bondage lifestyle as well as crave it.”
“I see, so is there definitely no way out of this for me?”
“Nope. Unless you run off, but even then I have the power to freeze your accounts, so you’d either have to change your identity and move country or come back.”
“Okay” she sighed, accepting defeat. She had read the paperwork, everything and this appeared to be check mate and not in her favour at all.
“So you submit to my wishes?”
“I have little choice I guess, may as well try and enjoy whatever it is you are trying to provide me with.” Abbie responded in a defeated manner. She had never felt so helpless in her situation yet as she sat and thought about spending time with this man, the idea did at least interest her. She had always been a bondage admirer, attempting the odd simple self-tie in the past. This usually consisted of tying her legs up and watching TV, so this was a big step up for her to put the power in this stranger’s hands.
“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable around me?” the man said suddenly, appearing to notice her nerves and apprehension about the situation. Abbie pondered for a second and then came up with an idea.