I told Cass to hold on as soon as I realized something was wrong. She’d been on speaker phone for about an hour, as I drove towards my distant destination; a trip I was required to go on for work. I was distracted by talking to her about her upcoming wedding, I hadn’t realized I missed my exit a while back. When I checked the gps app on my phone I found that it had been muted the whole time.

I told Cass what had happened so she got off the phone with me and I pulled over. I was only pulled over for a minute before a pick up truck pulled up beside me. I watched in my mirrors as, what I assumed to be a Good Samaritan, approached my driver window. I had 91 pre dialed on my phone just in case.

He was very handsome. I hadn’t been with a man in a very long time, since I’d lost my virginity with a boy in high school, who moved away right after that. I didn’t want to be one of these modern girls that sleep with whoever they’re “dating.” So when he motioned for me to roll down my window, I only hesitated for a moment, because I wanted to talk with him.

With strength that caught me off guard, he covered my mouth with a damp cloth. I gasped and grabbed his arm with both hands, but I lost consciousness.

When I came to, I was in a dark room that felt like a basement. My ankles and wrists were secured to the table and I was naked. I didn’t feel like he’d touched me, though. I started screaming as loud as I could.

I heard footsteps descending stairs out of my line of sight. I started pleading for him to let me go. I told him that my life was just beginning, that I hadn’t got to experience all that I planned to, that I had been on the way to a work function where people would notice my absence, and that if he let me go I wouldn’t tell anyone about my detour.

When he came into my sight, he was smiling faintly, looking me in the eyes with real concern and empathy. He apologized to me and told me he couldn’t let me go yet. He said no one would be able to hear me scream, we were miles away from the nearest house.

I started to cry as I asked him what he was going to do to me. I’d never felt so helpless. I couldn’t even wipe the tears off my face. To my surprise, he wiped my tears for me with a soft cloth.

He told me the hardest part would be the next few months, during my training period. I would have to completely change my mindset, and that doesn’t happen without time and discipline. He put his hands around my head and kissed me softly on my unwilling lips before stomping up the stairs; leaving me in the cold darkness.

He was right, the next three months or so (I had no way to keep track of time) were the hardest. I didn’t want to be there with him, but I quickly learned that if I didn’t obey him, life was much worse.

When he trusted me more, he let me roam around the house while he worked on the property. There was no phone, electricity, or plumbing. He cared for cows, horses, goats, and ducks.

I don’t know how long it was before I had my first sexual thought towards him. I knew he’d kidnapped me and I wanted to go home, but I also wanted to live. I wasn’t sure he would kill me if I tried to run but I also wasn’t sure I wanted to run. I had no idea where I was. It felt as though a new life started for me when I woke up in his basement.

Before he took me, I was surviving. I didn’t have contact with my family, only my friend Cass, who was my coworker from my last job. My family wasn’t worth knowing; I had tried. Just as I’d tried to build friendships with men and women; hoping that a romance could form between me and a man I came to know. As it seemed to fail all the time, I realized I didn’t need friendship as much as I thought I did.

But I still wanted a husband. I just never knew how to do it. Now, here I was in a handsome, capable man’s home. He’d only ever treated me as his platonic slave. He only ever ordered me to bath myself, although he did have me strip and do things in the nude. I admitted to myself that I wanted him to touch me.

After living with him as his slave for a long time, I noticed a change in his expression when I would routinely follow his command to strip off my clothes and hold my arms out. Now when he looked at me, there was hunger. Prior to this, there was only admiration, with no intent to pursue.

As his eyes devoured my body, I asked Master if there was anything I could do for him. His eyes darted to meet mine. He dove towards me and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me into the bedroom.

It was a nice room, lit by candles that reflected off the soft bedding. There were chains on the wall across from the bed, and that’s where he took me first. He pushed me upright against the cold wall, ordering me to raise my arms as he stripped off his clothes. His cock was already reaching for me.

As he chained my arms above my head, the head of his cock rubbed my clit for the first time. I let out a shriek, it felt like the greatest shock of pleasure I’d ever felt.

Master knelt down in front of me and started licking his tongue all over my pussy, circling my clit with his tongue. I orgasmed in seconds, screaming in pleasure.

He stood up and held my legs and buttocks as he pushed his thick, rock hard cock inside me. I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t care. As he started pounding me, my pussy showered him in its juices, giving him all it had to offer.

Just as I felt another orgasm coming, he orgasmed inside me, filling me up so much that it pushed his cock out of me, letting his cum and mine all over the floor. I was left helpless against the wall, on the edge of orgasm, my legs shaking.

He sat on the floor in front of me, very pleased and smiling. He praised me, and started taking my arms off the wall. I began to speak, to ask Master to please make me cum again, but he slapped me across the face before I could say a word. I gasped, and my pussy throbbed only a few times before the would-be orgasm slowly began to turn into a tense knot.

Master corrected me, reminding me that I should not speak unless I am asked a question. I was speechless. This man was far from being my husband, yet he was my lover, and I was his.

That night and for many days and nights that followed, he had my hands tied in such a way that I couldn’t rub myself.

And so, this blissful cycle continued on. He would satisfy himself with me whenever he pleased, controlling my orgasms only to when he wanted me to. I became his.