The rest of the night he alternated between kissing me, stroking my hair or face, and asking me for details. It was so flattering and so frustrating. Didn’t he feel what I was feeling? How could he control himself so perfectly? I wanted to beg him to touch me again. Not just on my hair or face but also in the way he had the night before. I wanted him to take off my earrings again and make my nipples hurt. I had worn the necklace and earrings because I so wanted that. I just couldn’t say it.

There were times when he looked at me and I could almost see in him the recognition of my yearnings but he didn’t do anything about it. I was nearly angry with him over that. If he knew, then why did I have to say it? Why couldn’t he take that knowledge an act on it?

It was cruel of him to wait. For him to make me wait until I could say that I wanted to give myself to him was so terribly wrong. It would never feel right. I knew it wouldn’t. I could never feel right saying those words.

If I couldn’t do it would he truly never take me? Would he really never fill me? Could he really send me back there, where they would rape and degrade me? Where they would make me into a thing to be used instead of his cherished girl? I couldn’t quite believe that he would. I still felt a stab of fear. That cold stab went through my heart at the thought of being given back to those animals.

“Please don’t let me go back there.” I blurted out suddenly. “Make me yours only yours.”

“Oh my darling.” He cooed holding me even closer. “Everything will work out as it should. Just open up to me and tell me what you need. I will do my best for you.”

I believed he would. I trusted him as well as I could under the circumstances. I trusted him more than I should have some might say, but what choice did I have really?

After he had pulled detail after detail from me, he kissed my forehead one last time. He told me good night.

I was aching and devastated. I trembled in his circling arms when he hugged me. When he left I felt absolutely empty. My body was on fire for him but since I hadn’t said the words I got nothing. He had to know. It couldn’t be more obvious. I had to figure out how to say the words. My hand lingered on his as we parted. I was hoping for a reprieve. If only he would stay, but he was leaving it was quite clear that he had no intention of staying.

“Tomorrow there will be some changes. Just go with it. I am going to try to make you as happy as I can.” He murmured pulling me into his body again. His lips brushed my right ear as he spoke softly. His breath tickled my ear and flowed into my hair.

My body felt electric against him. I wondered what he meant but he wouldn’t say. Instead left me alone after telling me to get some get some sleep. He said I’d need it. The look in his eyes made me apprehensive and excited.

It wasn’t easy trying to sleep. My body was so alive and needy. My mind was too wound up trying to think what he meant by his words. I wondered what would happen in the morning. I knew I needed sleep. I just couldn’t seem to get to sleep.

Slowly I began to rub myself. I didn’t plan it but I was getting desperate. I didn’t tend to even want to masturbate. I’d always thought it was wrong. I had felt it was messy. I had no doubt it encouraged bad thoughts as my mother always said. Still, sometimes I would. When my needs had built up too strong I would touch myself. Those needs had never been stronger than they were now.

I took my middle finger and rubbed my clit. I spread my legs under the covers. I was trying to be discrete. Now and then I glanced at the little red dot on the cameras around the room hoping no one was actually watching. I turned over and buried my face in the pillows so I wouldn’t have to see those dots or the cameras. I hid what I was doing as well as I could.

After a while I was getting close. My body was moving more. It wasn’t like when he touched me. With him there had been that extra wondrous bit of excitement that his touch had added. The pain of the clips had increased my arousal too at that moment. I couldn’t really make anything close to that happen alone. What I was doing might get me to climax anyway. It might take the edge off. I hoped that I could sleep once it did. I began to pant and move faster.

“Stop!” A booming voice said.

I must have jumped about a foot on the bed! I did stop. I looked around for whomever had yelled at me. As far as I could tell there was no one in the room with me. I could feel no movements in the air. The speakers, I suddenly thought, that must be where the voice was coming from! I remembered my love talking to his servant that first night I arrived through the speakers. I must have turned four shades of pink from the embarrassment of being caught and admonished. It was dark in my room. I had turned all the lights out. I wondered how they could see in the darkness.

“You will not come while you are alone.” The voice said.

I couldn’t tell if it were Him or not. I couldn’t even think! Nor could I decide which was worse, that he had been watching and might had caught me doing something wrong, or that some other person who was a stranger might have!

“I, I won’t!” I yelled.

Rebellion welled up inside me even as I said it. This was really no one’s business was it? I was so mad! I thought about starting up again just to see what they would do. I didn’t but I wanted to. How dare they? How dare he?

I tossed and turned for hours after that. I was so restless in my bed. I was mortified. I was angry. What was I to do? Eventually I fell into an almost waking dreamless state.
I didn’t get much rest really. I felt as if I could hear every noise in the room all night long. I thought I was awake all night but I think I was asleep anyway.

When I woke, I was alone. Nothing seemed different at first but I just had a sense someone had been in my room. Looking around I found a travel alarm clock on the table and a note.

“Dear heart,

Today you will begin to work again. I have tried to arrange things so that it will seem as much like your job before as it possibly can.

You are to leave your room at exactly 9 am every day from now until further notice. You will follow the map to your job with no deviations in route. You will be monitored at all times but I trust you to do as I prescribe in these matters.

This is the first part of making your fantasies come true, all of them. Trust me. Let me give you, your desires. Play along. When you are truly ready, ask me to take your last shred of innocence, and I will.

Your,

Ian”

I was wet by the time I finished reading his note. I was sodden, aroused and confused. I still didn’t understand what he wanted me to do exactly. I did know I wanted to figure it out. I had to. I wanted him to continue to love me. His smile, his desire, they meant everything to me.

Now I had a name! He had never told me his name. I loved knowing it! It meant something that he added that. He’d also writer “your” as if we belonged together. I felt that was significant too.

In the bathroom I took a shower. On the counter was all the makeup I used to own. I put on my makeup surprised that it was suddenly there. That was creepy in a way. How did he know the exact brands and shades I’d at home in my tiny apartment? Still it was here, everything I had before, only, it was all new. None of it had been opened.

I blew my hair dry because it was so long that I didn’t have enough time to let it dry on it’s own the way I preferred. I’d had no idea that I would be going to work today or I would have showered last night! I always liked to be as ready as possible for a new day.

The closet held another startling surprise. My exact clothes were there. The suit that had been cut off of me was whole hanging there like new. All this time I had no clothes other than the dress from that elegant lady, now I had a whole wardrobe again.

There were clothes for the office, nights out and my heart stopped when I saw the wedding dress. It was simply incredible! I could never have afforded such a dress. Lord knows I spent many a happy hour looking at the designer gowns that helped make up the “happily ever after” dream I was told to want.

This was my dream dress with yard of tulle under lacy satin. It had a sweetheart neckline. It had tons of seed pearls that looked all hand sewed. I itched to put it on and twirl about! What girl wouldn’t? I didn’t have time though.

There were so many clothes! I wanted to look through them all. I couldn’t. I had to get to work. I put on each item of clothing feeling like my own ghost. I chose the purple pieces under my suit this time. I just couldn’t bear to put on the same clothes I had been kidnapped in.

I pulled my hair back in two simple clips because I didn’t have time to really fix it. I rolled my stockings up my long legs, slipped on my shoes and looked at the clock. At exactly 9:00 I heard my door “snick” open. I ran to it. I wanted out!

Just outside the door I tripped over something as I looked around for someone. I saw no one. That meant the door had an automatic lock that could be triggered remotely. Either that or there were secret passageways. It was like something out of a James Bond movie.

What I had tripped on were my purse and valise! I stared at them in shock. Picking them up I examined them carefully. They were almost exactly like mine but they were duplicates.