A Wild Ride

Chapter One-3

As I did, she continued, “I’m going to give you a dozen hard lashes with this crop across your ass. Have you ever been whipped before?”

I was a little scared, as I shook my head back and forth.

“You have to pay for the pleasure you just had. Since you don’t have any money, you’ll pay with a little pain. That’s why you came here though, isn’t it? You want the pain.”

My head nodded up and down a little, as I tried to mumble, “Yes.”

She ran her hand across my unblemished globes. They were smooth and ready for her to decorate with dark red stripes and thick purple welts. My bottom was a blank canvas for her to paint in black and blue. I was ready. I wanted it.

I heard the swish of her whip, as it came around and slammed across both of my ass cheeks.

“M – m – m…”

“That hurt, slave?”

I nodded my head up and down and tried to mumble through the gag.

“Do you want more?”

Eagerly I nodded yes once more.

Another line of pain sizzled across my ass. God it hurt. It cut deep into my flesh, but I never made a sound. Again she brought the whip around and left another deep red welt just below the last one. Its fire burned across my butt. As she continued whipping me, the intensity increased. Each one hurt more than the last, but I was determined to take it. I never made a sound as the ninth and tenth lashes fell hard. The eleventh one went diagonally across both cheeks with even more force than the others.

“M – m…”

The last one was the worst. It landed in that crease where my ass meets my thighs. My cheeks clenched tight, and I moaned once more.

“Is that what you expected?”

I didn’t know how to answer. I really wanted more. I wanted to be fastened to some bondage bench and whipped some more. Finally, I nodded my head up and down as the throbbing continued.

She chuckled as she reached between my legs. My c**k was fully engorged with hot s*x-charged lust and desire. It begged for more. I looked up at her as she smiled. I think she was impressed by the way I took her whipping.

“Did you like that, slave?”

I nodded my head up and down.

“Do you want more?”

As I indicated my desire, the moment was shattered. We both heard the bell on the front door of her shop jingle. Someone entered.

“s**t!” she said. “I must have forgotten to lock the door and turn the open sign around. I’m sorry. Don’t move or go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

Yea, chained up like this and being totally naked, I’m going to run right out in the street, I thought to myself. Of course, I’d wait for her. I wanted more of her – much more.

“Just a minute,” she yelled. “I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time,” some man replied. “I’ll just look around a little. You never know what special thing you have here that I might be able to take home with me.”

Then she turned to me. “I’m going to borrow these.” Quickly she slipped into my sweats to cover herself up and went out into her shop. I could hear them talking.

“Oh, Mr. Mueller… I didn’t expect you quite so early.”

“Well, I was in the area and saw the lights on, so I thought I’d stop in. Is there any possibility of picking up my newest acquisition tonight?”

“I guess so, but you’ll have to give me a minute or two to get it boxed. Look around. I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Please take your time. There’s really no big hurry, even though I’m really quite excited to see it,” he added.

She came back to where I was and whispered to me.

“Quick! Get in here, Nick, and don’t make a sound. He’s after something rather special,” she explained, as she opened the top of a heavy wooden box.

Being securely locked in both ankle and handcuffs, it was a little difficult, but she helped me climb in, so I could hide. The box was actually quite small, so I lay down on my side in a tight fetal position in order to fit in. It was really dark as she closed down the lid.

Soon they were both in the room right next to me talking.

“So,” he asked “is this one going to make me happy?”

“Oh without a doubt. I think he’s absolutely perfect. He’s exactly what you are looking for. Possibly even better.”

“Can I see him?”

“Of course, Franz… he’s right in here.”

Suddenly the top of my hiding place opened, and I looked up in total surprise. Instantly our eyes met, and a strange sensation rushed through me.

“Very nice,” he said, as the top was again closed. “I think he’ll do just fine.” Then I heard some sort of latches on my box, and the click of two locks.

“No! Let me out of here,” I yelled unheard because of the gag, as I tried to move.

Immediately a feeling of overwhelming panic enveloped me. I knew I was in deep s**t. There was no doubt in my mind. I tried to get up and push my way out of the box, but I couldn’t move. My hands and feet were locked in unyielding chains. The box was way too strong and locked securely shut. I screamed and yelled, but the gag kept most of my sounds inside. Finally, I quieted down and lay there wondering what had just happened.

It was nearly pitch black inside the shipping crate except for a few thin steams of light that came in through the small holes that would allow me to breathe. I quickly realized that there was no possible escape. I was doomed to whatever lay ahead.

“He’s younger than I thought you would find.”

“As I told you on the phone yesterday… he’s only nineteen and absolutely perfect. There are no family ties, no job and no one will realize he’s missing for several months or more. I’ll send someone to get anything important from his room tomorrow, and he will completely vanish without a trace. That’s why I told you I needed a premium price – twenty-five thousand in cash.”

I can’t believe what just happened. I’ve just allowed myself to be kidnapped. I willingly came to her for a night of bondage and fell right into a trap. I even got into this tiny box without a struggle. I pushed and shoved and fought as hard as I could once more, but it was impossible to get loose. I am stuck in this f*****g crate until he decides to let me out. I screamed for help, but it didn’t do any good. No one could hear me. There was no help for me.

I could hear the muffled sounds, as the transaction took place. The money was counted, and the deal was finalized. I had just been sold. I had just become his property. I guess I would be his slave instead of hers. That scared me. It scared me a lot.

After a while I felt the crate move. I think I was put on a dolly or something, as my box shook and bounced along. There were a few sudden jars and jolts. I was obviously taken down the front steps of the building. Right there in front of anyone who might be watching, I was taken away. Then there was one more solid, bone-jarring thud before I heard a motor start. I was in a vehicle, heading somewhere into the unknown. At that moment I realized my life would never be the same again.

She was right. No one will miss me. If she sent someone to get my computer from my apartment, there would be no trace of me ever. I will have just vanished from the face of the earth.

Why would someone pay that much money for another person? That thought bounced around in my brain for quite some time. Why was I worth $25,000?

I was running all kinds of thoughts through my mind, when I remembered something she said, as I knelt between her thighs, “Lick my p***y, slave, because it will be the last one you will see for a long, long time.”

She had asked me earlier if I was gay. Suddenly I got a bad feeling. The guy who just bought me is obviously gay. He was looking for a young submissive male, and it turned out to be me. I realized that I wouldn’t be eating any p***y in the future. I wouldn’t be f*****g any young, cute college girls either. I would be sucking c**k and probably taking his d**k up my ass. I’m the one who would be f****d. There was no doubt in my mind that I just became the s*x slave of a goddamn faggot.

Again I fought as hard as I could to free myself from this f*****g crate and the future that lay ahead, but it was no use. I was doomed to a new life. There was no escape.

“N – o – o – o – o…” I screamed. “N – o – o – o…”

Then something else flashed through my brain. She told me something the first time we spoke. It was something about “the possibility of unforeseen and unpleasant consequences”.

I told her I was ready for those, but now I’m having different thoughts. I have heard about people on the internet who are not who they say they are. Was I that naïve? I never gave anything like that a thought. After all, it couldn’t happen to me. Who would think of being abducted as a s*x slave for some gay guy while answering an ad on Craig’s List for a female dominatrix? Maybe Craig’s List really does have a few problems. The ad said “an evening of fun with chains, whips and paddles… no long term commitments”. Like everything else, it was a lie. Oh I’m sure the part about “looking for a young, submissive male” was accurate, but where’s a lifetime of slavery fit in to that listing? That sounds like a pretty long term commitment to me. And serving a man for God’s sake!

Then I realized I had missed another monumental clue back when we were first talking on Skype. She told me about being discrete and not telling anyone where I was going. She said she didn’t advertise. That’s f*****g bull s**t. That fact never registered. Hell, I found her because of her ad on the internet. She strung me along – telling me just what I wanted to hear. Maybe I didn’t want to know the truth. I wanted to serve a Mistress.

I guess I was wrong when I told her that I had no future. It isn’t what I had planned, but I guess I have one now.