Part 1

I had to have her. For years, I had been watching her on the morning news show, and for years I had imagined her bound, gagged, and down on her knees for my use. Unknown to her, today would be the day she would become my captive.

I'm not crazy – I'm a young man, who prefers the nicer things in life. Having inherited a substantial amount of money when my parents had passed in a car crash, I was able to buy a modest house out in the country. It also allowed me to rig my basement with a nice dungeon, and holding cell. In the dungeon, I had a nice bondage bed, with a strong, long cage underneath. I also had various anchor points installed in the walls, a St. Andrews cross, and a nice bondage chair.

I was able to put a small winch in the ceiling, and buy various restraints, gags, whips, and floggers for her amusement. The cell was a modest 6x8 cell, with a metal bed attached to the wall, and a toilet / sink combo. The cell was made of cinderblock, with steel bars and door on the front. The light was recessed so it couldn't be tampered with, and the control was mine to have in the house. It was adjacent to the dungeon, and neither had any windows.

The first few nights after I get her home, I planned to have her sleep in the dungeon cage, and earn the right to have the cell. Once celled, I then planned to let her earn a mattress, blankets and pillow, and eventually a blanket through different levels of submission to me. After some time, after her will was broke, she'd be allowed to earn her way up to being chained on the floor of my bedroom – but that was to be a ways away.

I bought and outfit a work van to bring her home after her capture. The van had no side doors, was maroon in color, and was in good working order. All the lights worked, and I was hoping it wouldn't attract any attention. Being a fabricator by trade, I was able to weld cage doors on the back inside the normal ones, similar to a police transport vehicle. Inside those doors, another smaller cage was welded in, with attachment points inside it. I was also able to line the entire inside of the van with sound deadening material, so if she got vocal, hopefully her screams would go unheard.

She was beautiful in her mid 30s, morning and night news anchor in the city that I was close to. Perky breasts, what I would guess to be 34 C's. Slim, well dressed, with shoulder length blonde hair. Always well dressed, and the most beautiful green eyes you've ever seen. I couldn't wait to look down on those eyes, while her mouth was wrapped around my large cock. But that would come in time.

I had planned my approach for months. I staked out the studio where she worked, learning her routine. When she left, what car she drove, what parking lot she parked in, and what route she took home. I debated taking her right outside of work, but figured her car would be noticed too soon. Instead I followed her home for a month, and learned eventually that on Thursday nights, she stopped at the super market to pick up food on the way home. I'd make my move in the parking lot, and hope no one would notice her missing until I got her home and secured.

Today was the day, she would either be mine, or I'd be in jail for trying. I sat outside her studio, and as expected, she left around 6:15pm. It was a cold, November day, and it got dark by 6:30 in my neck of the woods. I trailed her to the supermarket, right on schedule. When she parked, I found a spot a few in front of her car. I got my gear ready. I left the back door ajar, and grabbed a pair of handcuffs and put them in my pocket. I got my gun (which was unloaded – but she didn't need to know that), and set a muzzle gag, some leg cuffs, a bag style leather hood, and some locks inside the back of the van next to the cage. I hoped she wouldn't make any noise or fight. I stood on the side of the van, nervous, waiting for her to come out.

She was wearing a sexy red suit, with a short red skirt. 3 inch black heels completed the ensemble. I wondered what she had on under. I'd hopefully get to find out soon. She was wearing a long black mid length coat, and was walking my way. I pretended to head towards the store when she got close. I walked by, smiled and said hi. She only had one bag with her carried in her hands, which was good because it minimized the odds she'd be able to fight quickly. She shot a smile back, and kept heading towards her car. I spun around quick, and snuck up behind her just before my van. Luckily, we were parked a ways out in the parking lot, away from any lights.

I snuck up behind her, and put the barrel of the gun against her back.

"Don't make a noise" I whispered in her ear. She jumped, and stopped in her tracks.

"Don't hurt me, what do you want? I have money in my purse, take it, please, just don't hurt me" Ms. Jackson said to me.

"It's not your money I want – it's you. Get in the back of the van, and keep quiet." I had said. I pushed her into the back of the van, and pulled the doors closed. She was mine. I quickly pulled the groceries out of her hands and cuffed her hands behind her back. She started to scream, and luckily I was able to cram the gag in her mouth before she got too much sound out. With the sound deadening, I doubt anyone heard. She started to fight, so I quickly pulled her ankles together, and put the ankle cuffs on her. She was glaring at me, pulling at her handcuffs. I grabbed the leather hood, and pulled it over her head. She was wimpering into her gag, trying to pull away from me. The hood took a lot of the fight out of her. She was starting to cry – I almost felt bad for her. But I wanted her, and she was mine. I pushed her onto her stomach, and pulled her legs towards the cuffs, using a lock to keep her in a hogtie. I slid her into the cage, and locked the d ring on the collar of the hood to the floor. I closed the door, and locked that as well. I had her. I got out of the back of the van, locking the inner cage door closed, and then closed the outer door and started the drive home.

I had dreamed of this day for quite some time. I had my beautiful news anchor locked tightly in the back of my van, to take home and use as I please. It was a distracting drive home. My cock was pushing hard against my pants, thinking about the wonderful things I'd be able to do with her when I get home. She was pulling at her bonds in the back, the chains rattling and the lock on her collar shaking for most of the ride. 20 minutes after her capture, I was rolling up my driveway into my attached garage. I turned the car off, and went in the back to gather my goods. I opened the back outer and inner doors, and took a moment to look at my captive. She looked sexy behind the bars of her cage, hog cuffed and hooded. The black leather of the hood matched the leather of her 3 inch heels, and nicely contrasted her red blazer and skirt. I couldn't wait to get her in the basement, see what was underneath, and start her training as my new slave.

I stepped in, and opened the door on the cage. I unlocked her collar from the floor, and slid her out. I unlocked the lock keeping her in a tight steel hogtie, and helped her out of the van. I snapped a leash on her collar, and she started to fight again. I grabbed a leather belt I had in the back of the garage, and strapped her knees together. Then I removed the ankle cuffs, and pulled her into her house. I led her down the stairs, and into the dungeon, locking the door behind us. I pulled off her hood to take a look at my prize. She stood in front of me, knees strapped together, muzzle gagged, and handcuffed behind her back. Her makeup was run from her crying, and her hair was matted from the sweat generated by the leather hood.

"Hi Jodi. You're probably wondering what is going on. I've watched you on TV for years, and finally decided that I absolutely had to have you for my slave. By now, your family is probably just noticing you should have been home, and are debating calling the police. I have no ties to you, no one saw me capture you. You're helpless, and hopeless here in my house. I'm going to keep you as my slave, training you to obey my every whim. The quicker you learn to accept this, the easier the transition will be. You no longer have a voice in your life, you will do what I say, when I say. You are an object of my pleasure to use, and will be referred to as slave. You will to refer to me as Master, and only as Master. Any objection to my commands will be met with discipline. But you'll learn." As I was explaining this to her, I could see her eyes growing wide and distant, most likely thinking about the life she'd no longer know, that she'd never see her family again, and that she'd most likely soon be exposed and raped against her will. All of these assessments were true.

"I have three simple rules slave, which you will learn to remember: 1) You will to refer to me as Master; 2) You will do what you are told when you are told without objection; and 3) You will keep yourself exposed to me at all times – you are not to close your legs or cover your tits – ever. Now, lets get you better restrained, and see what goods you have hidden under that sexy suit".

She tried to back away from me, but I held her leash tight. I pulled her over to the wall, and applied a 4 inch leather posture collar, locking it on. She was struggling against her bonds, pulling at her cuffs, and trying to kick at me. She was unsuccessful, since she didn't have any leverage to do so with her knees strapped together. Her collar was locked to the wall. I then locked leather cuffs on both of her ankles. The cuffs had straps which went around her heels, preventing her from kicking them off. I undid the straps around her knees, and pulled her legs apart, locking them to the rings in the wall spread. I really liked the suit on her, it was going to be a shame to have to cut it off, but it needed to be done to show her she had no control, and I would take what I wanted. I started with the blazer. She had a look of apprehension in her eyes, as I came at her with a knife.

"Don't worry – I'm not going to cut you, unless you struggle and make me slip. We need to get these clothes off of you" I informed her. A chorus of mmmphhs' into the gag, until I got the knife close. I cut off the red blazer – cutting up and open the sleeves, then unbuttoning it ever so slowly. Underneath was what I had hoped for. A sexy red, lacey bra supporting those sexy perky tits that I have been dreaming about. She tried to pull her hands in front of her to cover her self, but the handcuffs which were still tightly locked on prevented that from occurring. Next was the skirt. I cut it up the front into two halves, pulling it off to reveal tight red lace panties underneath. I decided I wanted her bra off as well, but wanted to preserve it for a later date. I locked on a pair of locking, leather cuffs while she was still handcuffed. I reached behind her, getting close to her face, to give it a kiss. She tried to turn away, but the posture collar prevented it. Breaking her would be fun.

I unclipped the bra, and pulled it off her shoulders revealing her breasts. To my surprise, her nipples were hard as a rock, and she looked down ashamed. I slipped my hand down the front of her panties, and her cunt was soaked. The little whore was enjoying this.

"Wow, someone is turned on by her predicament isn't she? I said. "I'm going to remove your handcuffs, and I expect you to not struggle. You're gagged, and your neck and ankles are locked to the wall. There's nowhere for you to go, and struggling will only result in punishment. Do you understand slave?"

I could see her pondering her predicament for a few moments, and then slowly nodding her head yes in defeat. I grabbed the handcuff key, and unlocked the metal cuffs. She pulled her hands in front, rubbing her wrists. I grabbed her left wrist, and started to pull it towards a ring in the wall. She resisted, which won her a smack across the face. She recoiled in fear, and her arm went limp. I hated to hit her, but she needed to be taught her place quickly. I locked her left arm by the leather cuff outstretched, followed by the right. She was now in a standing spread eagle; wrists, ankles, and neck locked to rings firmly set in the wall. She still had the muzzle gag on, which I was about to remove.

"I'm going to remove the gag slave. You are not to speak unless spoken to. Insubordination will result in punishment, which I guarantee you will not like. Do you understand?" Again, she nodded her head yes. I reached behind her, and unbuckled the gag. It came out with a loud pop, followed by a string of drool against her precious breasts, which glistened against the lights in the dungeon. I held a water bottle to her lips, and told her to drink.

"You may take this opportunity to speak freely slave, and ask me any questions you wish. I'll answer what I can".

"What do you want with me?" Jodi asked.

"I want to train you to be my personal slave. You will be used how I see fit – to clean, cook, and use how I wish. Remember to address me as Master slave, this is your one and only warning."

"Sorry Master" she replied. "Are you going to..violate me Master?"

"You will be my personal sex slave as well as doing my housework. Your mouth, pussy, and ass will all be explored, and you will learn to love the attention in time slave". She started to cry more.

"Are you going to hurt or kill me Master?" She asked.

"That is up to you slave. If you do as I say, don't fight, and submit to me, you will not be harmed. Insubordination will result in punishment – the level will vary depending on the infraction. I have no intent to kill you slave – you were captured for my long term use. You will be trained to please me, and I think learn to be happy with the simple life you'll come to know. Question time is up. Time to get you restrained more, and take you for a tour. For a while, when on the upper levels, you will always be gagged. After time when you earn it, the amount of time you are gagged will diminish."

I bent down, and unlocked her ankles from the wall. Instinctively, she immediately closed them together. I quickly smacked her in the ass, and she spread her legs again.

"Sorry Master". I could smell her wetness while I was down there. I couldn't wait to experience it.

I unlocked her neck from the wall, and bent over with her wrists still locked to the wall. I pulled her legs closer together, and locked a 6 inch chain between them.

"I'm going to unlock your wrists from the wall. You are to take three steps away from the wall, and place your hands behind your head, fingers interlocked. Do you understand slave?" I asked.

"Yes Master". She said.

This should be interesting I thought. I unlocked first her left, then right wrist and stepped back. I could see her look around the room, momentarily debating fleeing. I assume she assessed the locked door, locked ankles, and decided to comply. She stepped 3 steps from the wall, and placed her hands behind her head. I was impressed in her demeanor starting to change already.

I went to the cabinet, and pulled out a single sleeve, as well as some clover nipple clamps and a riding crop. "Hands behind your back" I commanded. With that, I slid on the sleeve, and zipped it up. Her arms were pinned tight behind her back, her breasts forced out by the arch of her back. She kept looking at the crop.

She was now hobbled, arms pulled tight behind her, still posture collared. I held the nipple clamps up to her face. "Do you know what these are slut?"

"No Master" she replied.

I bent over, and started to lick her nipples. She pulled away, but I grabbed a tight handful of her hair, and pulled her back towards me. Once her nipples were hard as a rock, I placed the first clamp on. She winced in pain, and tried to back away. I pulled on the chain connecting the two clamps, and she came right back. She cried out, and received a sharp swat to the ass with the crop.

"No one asked you to speak slave".

"Sorry Master, it hurts." came the reply.

Another harder slap to the ass. "No one asked for your opinion slave". This time, no reply. I quickly placed the other clamp on. She winced in pain again, but this time no comment.

"Good slave". I walked back to the cabinet, pulled out a short piece of chain, as well as a penis gag. "Open" I commanded. She hesitated, but fearing another swat of the crop or a pull of the chain, reluctantly opened her mouth to receive the gag. I pushed the rubber cock deep in her mouth, and buckled the straps tight under her hair behind her head. Finally, I locked the chain from her nipple clamps tight through her crotch, and around to the d ring in the bottom of the single sleeve. Any movement of her arms would resonate to her nipples. A chorus of 'mmmphs" came from her at this revelation. She didn't like that. I unlocked her posture collar, allowing her more movement of her head. She rolled and moved her stiff neck. I replaced her posture collar with a 2.5 inch leather collar with "Slave" embroidered in the front of it. I clipped a leash to her nipple clamps instead of her collar, and started to pull. She quickly realized she was supposed to follow me, and we walked towards the door.

"This will be your new home for the future" I explained, pointing to the cage under the bed. I saw her eyes well up again. I pulled her out of the dungeon, and into the hallway. "If you're a good girl, you can earn the right to sleep unrestrained in this cell, and eventually earn a mattress, pillow, and blanket." She was sobbing heavily by this point, pulling at the restraints at the realization of her situation. There was no hope of escape. Of course, this caused her nipples to be pulled on, causing her to cry harder. I led her up the stairs, and gave her a tour of the house. I showed her the kitchen she'd be preparing my meals in. She didn't know it yet, but she would be eating dog food out of a dish on the floor, begging for table scraps for a while. I looked forward to the point she could eat with me at the table, but I needed to break her spirit first. This level of humiliation I had hoped would help me achieve this goal. I led her through the dining room and living room, and upstairs past my office to my bedroom. "Eventually, you will be able to sleep up here – caged at first, then chained to the bed." She looked at the four post bed, eyes brightening up, hoping for the chance to sleep in a nice bed. That wouldn't come for a while. I led her back downstairs and into the dungeon, locking the door behind me.

I led her under a winch in the middle of the room, and removed the chain connecting her nipples to her wrists. I also unlocked her ankles, and instead replaced a spreader bar between them, forcing them apart. I locked the spreader bar to the floor. She was looking at me with fear in her eyes, fear of the unknown. I attached the winch to the d ring in the end of the sleeve, and turned it on, bending her over into a taught strappado. Then, I cut off her panties, while she sobbed into her gag. I wanted to save them since they matched the bra, but I could always pick up a new one. I unbuckled the gag, and surprisingly she didn't make a sound.

"I want you to experience a small level of the punishment that you will receive if you are insubordinate, or try to escape. This will be light. Piss me off, and your ass will be 10 times worse. I want you to count out each stroke up to 20. Understand slave?

"Yes Master".

I grabbed my riding crop, and connected firmly with her left ass cheek.

"One". A hard, direct blow to the other cheek was the response. "One what slut?"

"One Master?" she replied.

"Good girl". Next swat to the right cheek.

"Two Master". Alternating hits between the cheeks up to ten. Then I moved to a whip, and gave her five more hits. Finally, I switched back to the crop, and aimed for her wet twat.

"Eighteen Master", "Nineteen Master", "Twenty Master" she replied.

"What do you say slut?" I had asked.

"Thank you Master for showing me what can be done if I'm a bad slave Master. I promise I'll be a good gir...slave Master" she replied between sobs.

"Good girl" I said. I checked her pussy, and she was soaked. After a little pleasure for myself, I figured I'd show her how she could be rewarded too. It had been a rough day for her, and so far surprisingly she has been well behaved. I let her arms down, and detached them from the winch. I removed the spreader bar, and led her to a pillow on the ground. I forced her to kneel, and she started to cry again.

"Please don't make me do this Master" she said. I took the crop, and hit her hard on the ass.

"No one told you to speak slave." I then hit her hard on the tits, and again on the inside of the thigh. She opened her legs. "Good girl – remember you're to be exposed to me at all times."

"Yes Master, I'm sorry".

I locked her ankles together and locked her sleeve to her ankles, keeping her in a kneeling hogtie. I then put a full coverage blindfold on her, and since I figured she'd probably try to bite my cock, put a dental gag on her keeping her mouth opened and accessible. I then dropped my pants, and proceeded to fuck her mouth. She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her nipple clamp chain, and pulled her back onto me. She winced, but realized her best course of action was to not resist. I grabbed her hair, ramming my cock deep into her throat. Surprisingly she fought her gag reflex well, taking me deep. She started to use her tongue, licking my head and the underside of my cock with every stroke. She would turn out well with the proper training. I couldn't believe my day. I had managed to abduct my dream slave, get her into my house stripped naked, and here she was on the floor in front of me sucking my cock. I erupted, shooting my load deep into her throat. I pumped all of myself into her. It looked like she was going to spit it out. I quickly pulled the gag out, grabbed her jaw and clamped it shut, forcing her to swallow every drop.

"Good girl" I said. You did a good job with your tongue. Since you did so well, I think I'm going to reward you for your efforts. "Open up slave" I commanded. She did, and I strapped in a large red ballgag rather tight. I unlocked her arms from her ankles, and led her over to the bondage bed. I pushed her onto it, and pulled her legs apart to the corners, locking them in place. She started to cry again, presumably because she thought she was going to be raped. I decided not to, to take my time with her and make her wonder when and where I would take her. Instead I removed her arms from the sleeve, and locked them over her heard to the top of the bed. I grabbed a large vibrator from the cabinet, and proceeded to start to fuck her with it. Slow, on a low vibe, making her moan deep into her gag. She pulled at the restraints trying to work herself onto it at a faster pace, but they held her tight. I slowly fucked her with it over 20 minutes, building her up to a climax. I held her at the edge, and explained to her "You do not cum until your Master lets you. Your Master controls you, owns you, and every part of your being." "Do you understand slave"? I asked.

"Yemf Mafa" was the reply from the ballgag.

"Would you like to cum slut?"

"Yeff pweeef" came back. I pulled on the nipple clamps.

"Soy Maffa. Pwweef Maffa may I cum" came the reply.

"I don't think you deserve it slut. Who owns you?"

"Ym dm Maffa. Pweef Maffa wet me cum" was the reply from behind the ball. She had acknowledged that I owned her. Step one completed. I shoved the vibe deep in her cunt, and cranked it up all the way. Her body shook violently against the restraints. I pulled on her nipple clamp chain, causing her body to convulse more, pulling and straining as she rode her orgasm to completion. When it subsided, I removed the vibe, and her nipple clamps. I reached behind her head, and removed the ballgag.

Without being prompted came "Thank you Master, that was fucking amazing."

"You're welcome slut. Now it's time to clean up. Open up." She reluctantly opened her mouth, and I stuck the vibe still with her juices into her mouth. "Lick it clean slut" I commanded.

She choked a bit, but sucked the vibe clean. I removed her blindfold, and unlocked her wrists from the bed, then her ankles. I decided to put her through a test. I didn't plan to try this for at least 3 weeks, but after that reply I figured it'd be worth a shot.

"I'm going to go upstairs and wash my cock off slut. I expect you kneeling on that pillow, hands interlocked behind your head, and a straight back when I return."

"Yes Master" she replied. I left, and intentionally left the door ajar, to see if she'd try to escape. I sat just outside the door, waiting to catch her if she did. I had closed circuit tv in the dungeon, with monitors outside, as well as in the living room and bedroom upstairs. I watched her start to walk towards me and the door, but then she hesitated, and looked around. She then started to run to the door, and I was waiting. I grabbed her from behind, and shoved her hard to the concrete floor. She fell face first, and I jumped on her back.

"Let me go you fuck!" she said.

"You don't learn slave do you. I thought you were going to be a good girl, but now you've earned your first punishment." I pulled her hands tight behind her back, and tied her elbows together touching. I tied her wrists, and pulled her by her hair back into the dungeon. I led her back under the winch, and locked the spreader bar back on her legs, forcing them wide apart. I grabbed the clover clamps, and put them back on her nipples, which made her scream. I smacked her across the face, and told her to be quiet. She was sobbing again. I felt bad, but she had to learn not to fight, resist, or try to escape. I locked a chain to the clamps, and pulled, bending her over. I locked the other end to her spreader bar. I then attached her hands to the winch, but didn't pull them up. She was held bent by her nipples. Eventually, her legs and back would start to hurt. She'd try to stand up, but the pain in her nipples would force her back down. I grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth open and stuffing in a harness ballgag. I pulled the straps around her face tightly, and left her there to sob. I left the dungeon locking the door behind me, and went upstairs to wash off. I was really disappointed, but I was disillusioned to think that much progress would be made on day one. I had her in my house, locked up, which was a good start. I figured I'd leave her there to suffer for an hour or two while I cleaned up and got some dinner, the lock her up for the night.

I went upstairs, and turned on the tv in the living room. I tuned to Aux1, which was the dungeon cctv. I was rewarded to my slave, shaking her head trying to get the harness gag off. She was moving her feet, trying to get free from the spreader. She then went to stand up, unfortunately for her pretty fast, which elicited a scream that I thought I could hear upstairs. Her nipps must be on fire. The clamps held fast, and she immediately bent forward to relieve the pain. With a grin on my face, I went upstairs and cleaned off. My cock was hard again from the warm water, and I debating taking her from behind when I went back downstairs. I changed my mind, deciding to let her wonder and worry where and when she'd be taken against her will. I cleaned up, dried off, and went back downstairs. It had been a half hour, and I could tell she was in pain. Her knees were shaking, arms trembling, and drool all over the floor. She looked at me with fear in her eyes, and I could tell I was slowly achieving my goal of breaking her will.

"Pweef Maffa, wet me go" she said, pulling against her bonds. I took the flogger from the wall, and firmly hit her against the ass.

"No one told you to speak bitch" I said. She was sobbing hard now, and I removed her gag before she choked. "You could have behaved, knelt in the corner like I ordered you to, and not had any pain at all. You brought this on yourself. Now you will have your ass violated for the night." She opened her mouth to protest, but stopped herself before she earned herself more strokes. I walked to the cabinet, and pulled a medium sized butt plug, and a harness from the shelf. I lubed it up, put it on the harness, and slowly started to press it up to her asshole. She clenched, but I kept the pressure. It eventually slipped in, and I locked the belt through her crotch and around her waist. While I was in the shower, I debated how to lock her up for the night. After that punishment, I decided to afford her a rather comfortable night. I was going to place her in a leather straitjacket, strap her legs together, and force her in the cage.

I let her arms off of the winch, and unlocked her nipples from her legs. She was still ungagged, and didn't make a sound. Maybe she was learning. I removed her legs from the spreader bar, leashed her, and led her towards the cage. Her arms were unfettered, and she didn't fight. We stopped in front of the bed, and she spread her legs, and put her hands locked behind her head, standing up straight.

"Good girl" I told her. She was learning. "This will be referred to as position 2. On your knees slut, legs spread". She complied, kneeling down hands still behind her head, and spread her legs. "This is position 1." When I give either command, you're to move to that position, understood?

"Yes Master" she said.

Good. I went to the cabinet, and grabbed a leather straitjacket. "Stand slave, and put your hands in front of you." She stood, arms out. I slipped the jacked up her arms, and went behind her to buckle it tight. I pulled the crotch straps between her spread legs, and crossed her arms in front of her. I pulled them through the loop at the front, securing them tightly with the buckle behind her. I grabbed her hair tight, and pulled her into me against her will for a deep kiss. She eventually opened her mouth and returned it. I debating hooding her for the night, but I wanted her to see the bars in front of her, reminding her of her captivity. I snapped a collar on her, and led her to the jail cell. The straitjacket had 2 straps, which allowed her cunt to stay open to piss. I led her to the toilet, and pushed her onto it.

"Better piss now slave, because you won't be able to go again until tomorrow." Her face turned red, embarrassed, but she eventually started to go. When she sat, the plug in her ass most likely seated itself deeper in her hole. She got done peeing, and I wiped her dry, and led her back to the dungeon. I opened the end of the cage under the bed, and told her to crawl in. She looked at me, started to cry, and dropped to her knees. She moved in which took some work in the jacket, and eventually laid on her back. I strapped her ankles together, then closed the door. She watched as I took a large master lock, and locked her in. There she sat, straitjacketed, ass plugged with a butt plug, legs strapped together locked in a cage. "Nite slave" I said, walking out of the dungeon.

"Night Master" she replied. I walked out of the dungeon, locking the large door behind me, and turning out the lights. Upstairs I watched her for about a half hour on the infrared camera before I went to bed. She was crying to herself, eventually falling asleep. It was a good first day with my new slave.


Part 2 (added: 11/27/2009)

I woke with my usual hard on. It was early in the morning – 8a. I didn't get much sleep last night, still excited from the rush of capturing my dream slave. I checked in on her off and on throughout the night, on the cctv. She slept pretty soundly, occasionally waking up startled at her predicament. I got up, took a leak, and went down stairs to wake my new slave. She was right where I left her, caged under the bondage bed in a tight straitjacket, legs strapped together.

To my surprise she was already awake. A cheery "Morning Master" was my greeting.

"Good morning slave. Time to get up and get some breakfast. Do you know how to cook slut?"

"Yes Master, I'm a good cook".

"Lets get you to the bathroom and some restraints on you, and get you cooking". I unlocked the cage, and unstrapped her ankles. She crawled out, and I moved in for a good morning kiss. She hesitated at first, but surprisingly returned it, with a shy grin after. I grabbed a set of leather ankle cuffs, and a pair of 4 inch stilettos. I pushed her onto the bondage bed, and strapped on the stilleto's. The bright red shoes would hopefully add to her restraint – I've heard women tell me multiple times it's almost impossible to run in high heels. The ankle cuffs went on next. These cuffs were the kind that locked on, and also strapped under heel of the shoe to prevent her from taking them off. Next, I unlocked the crotch strap, and pulled out her butt plug. I set it aside to be cleaned by her later. I left the jacket on for now, and clipped a leash to her collar which was still on from the night before. I pulled her into the cell, and again pushed her onto the toilet. "Better empty out now slave, you won't get another chance for a while." I debated taking the jacket off first, since I assumed she'd have to shit (and I wasn't thrilled at the idea of the clean up), but this would be another chance for humiliation, and dependence on me.

"Yes Master" she said. She started peeing a bit quicker this time. She stopped, and I asked if she was done. "No Master, is there any way I can have my hands free at all to clean myself?"

"No slave, now finish up I'm hungry." After a few minutes, she finished up, and I cleaned her up. I led her back to the dungeon, to change around her restraints. "Position one" I commanded. Surprisingly, she dropped to her knees, legs spread and head down. "Good girl." I took off her jacket, but she didn't move her hands behind her head. A quick swat to her cunt with the crop, and immediately her back was straight, and her hands were behind her head. I was enjoying this way too much. I went to the cabinet, and grabbed a pair of leather wrist cuffs, along with a 2" ballgag. I figured I'd put on the ballgag first, to see how much she'd fight me. "Open slave." She opened up wide, and I pushed the ball in behind her teeth, strapping it tight.

"Mmmff" was about the only reply I received. This particular ballgag was the type that could be locked on. Since she would be upstairs cooking and cleaning this afternoon, I didn't want her to be able to take it off. I slipped a lock through, keeping the gag strapped tight in her mouth.

I loved the sight of her on her knees, in such a submissive state, exposed to me with a bright red ballgag wedged firmly behind her lips. Her hands behind her head with a straight back made her stick those beautiful tits out for me, a nice site with her perky 34C's. "Hand's in front slave" I commanded. I placed locking leather cuffs on her, locking a 4" chain between them. I grabbed a leash, and clipped it on her collar, pulling her upstairs. My plans for the day for her were breakfast, have her clean up after, lock on a chastity belt I bought, then see where the day took us. I was thinking maybe if she behaved, a shower, and possibly taking her later that night. But first things first.

I led her upstairs to the kitchen. She had restricted movement, so I sat a little ways away at the table to watch. I told her to make some scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon. I instructed her to make enough for two, but to put them all on one plate. She went to work, while I read the paper and checked my email on my laptop. About 20 minutes later, the food was ready, and she was bringing it out to me at the table.

"Good girl slave, this looks amazing." I complimented. It did look good. I grabbed her, and unlocked the chain holding her wrists together. She started to move towards a chair to sit down. "What are you doing slut? No one told you to move, and especially to sit." She stopped and came back towards me. "Position 1." She dropped to her knees, spread them, and put her hands behind her head, starting to cry. I knew she was hungry, since I didn't give her dinner the prior night. "Don't worry slut, you'll eat..eventually." I grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back, and locked them together. I slowly ate my meal, while she was kneeling on the floor beside me. Every once in a while I'd look down at her tits, slowly rising and lowering with each breath. Once I was done, I got up and went to the kitchen to grab a dog bowl from under the counter. I placed it on the floor in front of her, and unlocked her gag. I cut up the food, and tossed it in the bowl. It was rather cold by this point. I felt bad for doing it to her, but she had to learn her place before she'd be permitted to eat a warm meal at the table with me. I loosened the gag, and let it hang around her neck like a necklace.

"Make a sound, and that gag goes immediately back in, and you won't be eating for the rest of the day, now eat your breakfast slave, and make it quick." I told her. Her hands were still strapped behind her back, so I knew it wouldn't be easy for her, and it would be rather messy.

"How Master?" she asked. A slap to the face was the response.

"No one told you to speak, now eat before I take it away from you." Humiliated, she bent over, and started to eat from the bowl like a dog, sucking up as much as she could.

"Thank you Master." She said when the bowl was empty.

"You're welcome slut. Open up so I can replace the gag." She was a bit more reluctant this time, but she did open up. I inserted the gag again, strapping it tight and locking it on. I clipped on a leash, and led her into the living room, where I had left her chastity belt earlier. I had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate this.

"Do you know what this is?" I asked.

"Nmm Maffa."

"It's a chastity belt. Since I now own you, I not only want to protect my property from others, but I also want to protect my property from itself. You were sopping wet when I brought you here, and I want you to be ready when I want you, without being spent. Keeping your pussy locked up is the best way to achieve that goal." By this point her eyes were welling up with tears, and she was trying to pull back away from me against the leash. This was the nail in the coffin so to speak, the one piece that would constantly remind her that she was no longer her own person, but my property to do with as I please. I bought a rather expensive NeoSteel belt, with a split chain design in the rear to make cleanup easier. It had a single lock in the front, to which I had the only key. The key was hanging on a small chain, which I intended to wear around my neck to remind her all the time that I was her owner.

"Quit pulling against me slave. It's going on you, whether you want it to or not. You can be a good girl and cooperate, or I can strap you up downstairs in the dungeon. Which will it be?" She stopped pulling and stared at me for a second, hung her head and spread her legs wide. I had guessed on her size based on what I saw of her on TV, so I was hoping it would fit first try. I picked up the belt and wrapped it around her waist. It was a snug fit, but the post fit through in the front, connecting it around her belt. The slave was in a full time sob by now, most likely realizing even further that she was never going back to her old life, and even if she somehow did escape, her cunt would still be locked up and take quite some effort to free. I reached between her legs to grab the front plate from behind and bring it forward. She jumped when I brushed up against her clit, which was quite amusing. I grabbed the back plate, made sure the chains which went over her ass were straight, and pulled it up. Again, a snug fit, but I got her lips through the small opening which would allow her to pee, and was able to get the top on the locking pin as well. I placed the lock mechanism on, and snapped the lock shut. She sobbed harder at this action, now that her pussy was mine.

"There we go slave, all nice and secure. What do you say to your Master?"

"Twff you mffwa." She managed to sob through her gag. Next was to take a shower. She was smelly from spending the night in the jacket, and I needed one myself anyway. I tugged on the leash, and led her upstairs to the master bath with me.

"Cleanup time slave, you stink. You're lucky I'm in a good mood. I was going to hose you off outside with the icey cold hose out back, but instead I decided to bring you in the nice warm shower with me." I unclipped her leash from her collar, and replaced it with a rather long piece of chain. I locked one end to her collar, and the other end to the towel bar in the back of the shower. I unlocked her hands from the front, and locked them snug behind her back. I removed the ballgag, and let it hang around her neck again like a necklace.

I got the shower going, with my slave chained to the back wall. She stood there still with her heels locked on, in a chastity belt, hands locked behind her back with a ballgag hanging around her neck. I grabbed her hair, and pulled her into me for a kiss. She tried to resist, but eventually gave in. After a deep, long kiss with the warm water running over us, I told her to get to work washing my body. She was to scrub me with her hands, and rinse me by collecting water in her mouth and spitting it back onto me to rinse. She had to bend over to reach my shoulders, slowly working her way down my body soaping me up. She stroked my cock a few times, I think trying to tease me. Once I was all soapy, she rinsed me off. It was incredibly sexy watching her rinse me with her mouth, hands locked behind her back. When she rinsed my cock, she gave it a little lick. I couldn't tell if she was slowly starting to learn her place, or trying to keep me happy till she could try to make her escape.

"Good job slave, that was very sexy. Now time to get your dirty body washed."

I started with her hair, massaging the shampoo in and rinsing it. I could hear her slightly starting to moan. I grabbed her hair, and pulled her into me. She let out a gasp, and tried to pull away at first. Hanging on, I started to soap her up, first up high around her shoulders, then moving down to her breasts. She gasped, and started to struggle against me. She didn't like me touching her, but chained to the wall with a handful of hair didn't give her much of a choice. She felt controlled, and didn't like it. She started to struggle more, and I leaned in and started to kiss her neck. She pulled away more, and I realized I had to get her under control. First off, the gag went back in. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but I managed to shove it in, pulling it deep and tight and locked it on. Next, I leaned down and locked her ankles together. There wasn't much she could do now. She was still soapy, and I was pissed she wrecked the sensual shower. I turned the water off, with my slave still soapy. I toweled off, and got dressed fast. I left her chained up in the shower, while I went downstairs and grabbed a 6 inch length of chain and 2 locks. I put a short hobble on her, and unlocked her from the wall. I started to pull her out, and she moaned into her gag and tried to pull back into the shower.

"Tough shit slave, I tried to be nice, and you had to be a bitch and fight me. You're going outside, and getting hosed off like the bitch you are."

"MMMPPPPHHH" was the reply into the gag, while she tried to shrug back in the shower. I pulled the chain tight behind me, and she didn't have much of a choice to follow. Outside we went. I have a privacy fence out back, and neighbors are far enough away that they shouldn't be able to see. I locked the chain to a eyebolt in the wood, and reached for the hose. I turned it on jet, and started to spray down my slave. The water was ice cold. She tried to run and avoid it, but with her neck locked on a snug lead to the fence, there wasn't much she could do. She was sobbing by that point, nipples hard as rocks, shivering. I unlocked her from the fence, and pulled her inside. I dried her off, and removed her gag. She was sobbing hard, and I didn't want her to choke.

"Pleease let me go, please. I won't tell anyone I promise. I wanna go back to my family. I'm cold, scared, and want to leave." She was pulling at her restraints behind her back, trying to get free. Her tits were swinging left and right, which was quite the site.

"Your old life is gone slave. You're mine. The quicker you get used to that idea, the easier things will be on you. I'm going to get you dried, change your gag, and get you to cleaning my house." I led her back to the dungeon, and toweled her off. Once she was dry, I came at her with a penis gag. It had a long, 3 inch rubber prick hanging off of the end to keep her occupied while she cleaned, which was attached to a nice leather panel to go over her lips. I walked up to her with it, and she half opened her mouth. I pushed it in, and she moaned in disgust. This gag didn't lock, but she wouldn't have access to it the way I planned to chain her. Next, a pair of clover nipple clamps came out, and I put them on her still perky nipples. She tried to shrug away, but they found their way on. Next, I unlocked her wrists from behind her back. I clipped a small 3 inch chain to each, locking it in place. I pulled her hands around front, and attached the other end of each chain to the d ring on the front of her collar.

I stepped back and admired my handy work. She still had the red stilettos locked on, with a short hobble between them. Her cunt was firmly locked behind her chastity belt. She had a leather collar locked on, with her wrists locked to it by 3 inches of chain. The bottom half of her face was covered in black leather, from the penis gag firmly strapped in her mouth. Finally, she had some clover nipple clamps fastened to her tits. As a final touch, I reached forward and locked a decent size master lock padlock to the chain connecting the clamps, and letting it drop fast and hard. She winced with the pain. Now, any movement would move the lock, transferring her motion to her tits. She looked amazing.

I had tried the gag and collar on myself before her capture, figuring out how long the lengths of chain needed to be. She immediately tried to reach behind her head, and unfasten the gag. She quickly realized that the chains were barely too short to reach the buckle. She moaned and tugged in frustration, but was unable to reach. She next tried to reach down to the clamps which were torturing her tender nipples. Again, the chains were just barely too short to reach. She started to cry, pulling and grasping against the locks and her collar in frustration. I attached a leash to the chain connecting her tits, and started to pull her upstairs again. She followed quickly, trying to minimize the pain on her nips. Off to start her day of cleaning.