The Truth - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Jon had a plan. He wrote some truths and went down to the Sunset, a nice bar a few blocks over. The corner booth with the view of the whole room was empty as he had written it would be. As he sat down, Maggie, the server, came over.

“Jon, you never come in on a Sunday night. You’re gonna drag at work tomorrow. The usual?”

“Sure, I’m only here for one or two. I’m feeling lucky tonight.” As she walked away he realized his lottery ticket was already a winner so he must be lucky tonight.

He looked around the room. There were a couple groups of women but if what he had written had worked, one of the women by herself would have the right personality he was looking for.

Maggie returned with his beer. “If you’re feeling really lucky there’s a woman here by herself. I think she just went to the rest room. She is a looker.”

“You setting me up?”

“I love to watch ‘em crash and burn.”

“Thanks for the confidence, Mags.”

She walked away laughing.

It wasn’t possible to see the restrooms from his booth so he didn’t see her until she reached the bar. She was good looking, blonde, leggy and busty to boot. He looked at her and whispered, “Turn.” She turned around somewhat confused. When she looked his way she winked. He nodded.

She picked up her glass and walked over to his booth. “Is this seat taken?”

“Please, join me. I’m Jon,” he said offering his hand.

She shook his hand weakly, “I’m Sarah and I’m not usually forward but there’s something...” She stopped. “I’ve made a mistake. I should go.”

“No, no, Sarah, please stay. I don’t bite.”

She looked at him for moment.

“Really, I don’t.”

She giggled. It was a very girlish giggle.

“Are you here alone?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Okay,” he said. “What do you do for a living, Sarah?”

She twirled a lock of hair in her finger. “I work in the accounting department of a law firm uptown. They handle mostly corporate contracts so it isn’t too exciting. I have a CPA and was working on a law degree but I haven't been able to afford college for the last couple years.”

“I like a smart woman.”

“Thanks,” she said, perking up. “How about you, Jon?”

“I’m actually going to quit my job tomorrow. I’ve decided to take some time off and explore the world and the people in it.”

“Oh, that’s so cool. Where are you going to go?”

“Nowhere at first. There are plenty of interesting people right here to find out about.” He paused looking at her. “Like you. You’re interested in hypnosis.”

Her mouth dropped open. “How can you tell that?”

“It’s a gift and a curse. Why haven’t you actually been hypnotized yet?”

She paused. “I’ve never found a hypnotist I could trust. Did one of my friends set this up?”

“You have a friend who knows about your deep desire to be a sex slave? I find that hard to believe.”

She trembled. “I think I should be going.”

“How long have you been staring into my eyes?”

“I don’t know.” She said slowly. “I can’t look away.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“Excited. I can't look away. You’re controlling me. Are you going to enslave me?”

“I'm not controlling you. You just need to decide if you want this badly enough.”

“I want to be a slave but....” Her voice trailed off.

“What is your concern?”

“I don’t know you. But you seem to know everything about me. That is...”

“Frightening?”

“Disconcerting,” she differentiated. “What should I do?”

“You can walk out of here. Or you can submit if that it is the life you desire.”

“Please make me your slave, Master.”

“You already are.”

“How, Master?”

“What is your name?”

“Whatever you wish, Master?”

“Take me to your former residence.”

“Yes, Master.”

He left a tip on the table and escorted his new slave out the door. Outside she stood waiting for him to do something. “I don’t know where you lived so you must lead. You have my permission.”

“Thank you, Master.” She walked up the block away from his apartment. Two blocks up she turned right and entered the second apartment building. Her apartment was on the first floor in the back. She unlocked the apartment and handed him the keys. “These are yours now, Master.”

He accepted the keys without discussion and walked in. He turned on the light. The apartment was small. The living area was functional but had too much furniture. The kitchen was clean and even had a spice rack that it seemed she knew how to use.

The door closed. She stood there waiting.

He spied a trophy on a shelf. “Who is Sarah McNell?”

“No one, Master.”

“Is that your former name?”

“That was once correct.”

“Go put on your sexiest outfit and come back. Shoes too.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied rushing into the bedroom.

He looked through her books and DVDs. She liked mysteries and thrillers. Her computer was turned off. He turned it on. He heard a loud zipper, twice, then the sound of hard soled footsteps on bare wood floors.

She wore a red leather corset with matching opera gloves that stretched half way up her upper arms. A two-inch wide, nickel-plated collar was locked around her neck. She wore stockings but they were mostly obscured by a pair of red, leather, thigh-high boots zippered on the side. A garter belt matching the stockings was partially obscured by a nickel-plated chastity belt. She wore no panties. She walked straight to him and held out her hand. “Master, this slave cannot own these keys. They are Master's. No other keys unlock this hardware.”

He held out his hand and she put four keys into his hand.

She took two steps backward and placed her hands behind her back. She bowed her head slightly and looked at the floor.

“Have you ever worn that for anyone else?”

“For no one, Master.”

He stepped around her and into the bedroom. He opened a couple drawers until he found a drawer with bondage gear: crops, flogs, nipple clamps, posture collar, hand cuffs, leg cuffs, thumb cuffs, several gags, blindfolds, a hood, several lengths of nylon rope, several rolls of duct tape and other odds and ends. He wondered if he might have bitten off more than he could handle. He grabbed the hood, a penis gag, thigh cuffs, and a leash.

When he returned to the living room, she had not moved since he left. “Come here.”

She attended him immediately.

He held up the gag. “Anyone ever been around when you used this or the other things in the drawer I found it in?”

“Never, Master.”

“Put it on.” When she was done, he handed her the hood and said, “And this. Once you have it properly adjusted I want you to stand in the corner over there with you nose as close to the corner as possible. Then don’t move until I tell you to.”

After pulling the laces tight on the hood and adjusting the eyeholes she walked into the corner and pressed her head into the corner as far as she could.

He took out some paper and started writing. After duplicating most of the control and superpowers that affect Sandra and Debra on Sarah he added some more effects. Twenty minutes later he was satisfied. He put the keys to the bondage gear and to the apartment door on the counter top next to him in plain sight.

“Come here.”

She turned around and approached him.

He attached the thigh cuffs down by her knees over the boots. They only fit because of something he wrote. He hooked them together with a short chain. “Walk around the sofa and return.”

She hobbled around the room unable to take a stride over a foot long.

He attached the leash to her collar, and said, “We are going to my apartment. We will not be returning to this apartment. Keep up with me.” He got up and walked to the door.

She stared at the keys on the counter top.

“Delay me again and you will be punished.” He said and exited.

Meekly she rushed through the doorway. As she reached for the doorknob he smacked her hand.

“I did not tell you to close the door. I am not closing the door. You do not need anything left in there. Let people take what they will. Follow.” He grabbed her leash and walked away.

She gave her open apartment door one last look and then followed him to the front of the building.

She watched him rush down the porch stairs and wait without looking back. She had to penguin walk down the stairs because of the heels and the chain between her legs. As soon as she reached bottom she was pulled out onto the sidewalk. The pace he set forced her to shuffle her feet back and forth as fast as she could. She was glad it was late since she was wearing no underwear.

A man she walked past smacked her on the ass, and said, “Give her a few spanks from me.”

She watched Master turn to the man and say he would. How could that man just smack her on the ass? Who would do such a thing? A few moments later she was wondering how much farther it was as her feet were starting to hurt. She let out a gasp as someone she had not noticed groped her right breast and continue walking. She wondered if this was why her mother always told her to dress conservatively.

Finally they reached his building. His apartment was on the second floor. It took her forever to climb the stairs. He unlocked his apartment and pulled her inside. He closed the door behind them.

She was impressed at how clean his apartment was. Then she saw the D-rings on the floor of the living room. As she noticed them he dragged her over to one of them and hooked the end of the leash onto it.

“Leave your feet where they are and remain standing as well as you can.”

She was basically bent at the waist, her torso parallel to the ground. She could not tell where he had gone. Eventually she heard a toilet flush.

He entered the room and sat on the sofa. “Slave naked slave,” he said.

Suddenly she was naked: no gag, no hood, no belt, no leash. She had no idea what just happened but she remained where she was told to wait.

“Very good,” he said. “Sit here next to me. We need to talk. I’m sure you have questions.”

“How? Where did…”

He interrupted, “That doesn’t mean I gave you permission to speak.”

She lowered her eyes.

“Now look at me and ask a question.”

“How did you do that?”

“Suffice to know that I did. Does that frighten you?”

“It makes me curious what else you can do. Could I be tied up instantly?”

“I’ll consider it. You may speak and ask questions freely.”

“Did you use your abilities to force me to be your slave, Master?”

“No, my abilities enabled you to choose slavery. You did it to yourself.”

“You said that at the bar. I don’t understand.”

“I went out tonight looking for someone who wanted to be enslaved. Using my abilities as you called them, I made it possible for this person to enslave herself to me once she committed to the idea. By wanting to be enslaved you sealed your fate. You are my slave.”

“Could this slave stop being your slave?”

“If I permitted it.”

“You did do it to me if I cannot stop being your slave.”

“No, since you wanted to become a slave and you know only a master can free a slave you are incapable of freeing yourself without my express permission.”

“So I act as your slave because that is what I wish?”

“What is your name?”

“What does Master wish my name to be?”

“No, tell me your name.”

“This slave is called Master’s Slave.”

“Say your former name.”

“I cannot, Master.”

“Why not?”

“Slaves do not have names.”

“Your name is Sarah.”

“As you command, Master. This slave will answer to Sarah.”

“Do you still believe I enslaved you?”

“No, Master. This slave enslaved herself to Master.”

“I can’t tell if you believe that or if you are just parroting what I said.”

“This slave cannot deceive Master. This slave cannot disobey Master. This slave believes what Master tells this slave to believe.”

He sighed. He knew there was a reason he was not completely into this. “Do you want to know anything else?”

“This slave wants Master to know this slave wishes to pleasure Master when he is ready.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“For Master’s pleasure, yes.”

“Slave gagged slave.”

Her mouth was suddenly blocked by a penis gag again. She let out a muffled squeal of delight.

“Go into the bedroom and lie face down on the bed. Once you are there think ‘I am spreadeagled’ three times in a row. You must think the word ‘I’, not ‘This slave.’ Do you understand?”

She nodded. As he jerked his head toward the bedroom she rushed off. She felt the gag on her mouth and face. She reached behind her head and did not find a lock. It was a seamless band of leather fitted as if sewn onto her head. She lay down on the bed as instructed and thought, “I am spreadeagled. I am spreadeagled. I am spreadeagled.” Suddenly cuffs appeared on her wrists and ankles and her limbs were pulled toward all four corners of the bed. “My Master is a wizard,” she thought. While she waited she wondered what other spells he could cast.