Lonely Hearts

Sitting curled up on the sofa in the rented beach cottage staring into the fire her thoughts a million miles away she rises and paces slowly from the fireplace to the sliding glass doors.  The rain was thundering against the roof making her more restless, the silence that she craved making her stir crazy.  Pausing at the doors she grabs  the handle and in one decisive movement pulls it open.

The pounding of the surf intensified with the now open door.  Crossing her arms over her chest she stands in the open doorway as the rain soaks through her clothing plastering it to her body.  Slicking back her hair with her hands she moves out on to the deck the full force of the storm lashing her skirt about her body her hair blowing wildly around her head.  Moving with a grace inherent to her nature she moves slowly through the storm closer to the ocean.  The sand sliding softly under her feet her thoughts matching the turmoil of the weather.  Stopping with the surf lapping at her feet the rain pouring down she sinks to the sand tucking her skirt about her listening to the sounds around her reveling in the violence of the storm. 

Wrapping her arms around her legs she stares out into the waves as they crested forcibly while the rain continually lashed her with it's blinding fury.  Her tears blending with the rain her body wracked with silent sobs as she wonders just what will become of her now.

Life had always been, well if not simple at least tolerable but as all things do her life was changing and she was unsure as to the direction it was moving in.  Like the rain it seemed everything in her life was striking out at her from all angles.  Her insecurities holding her back from being loved fully, her lousy job with people who didn't appreciate her, her bills piling up and most recently having her Master remove his collar from her neck after announcing he was marrying and would no longer be able to keep her.  Sighing deeply and making an effort to compose herself she looks left and right down the beach assuring herself that it was empty.  Chuckling softly to herself thinking that the beach was now like her life .. empty , lonely, desolate.  Despair welling up again and a fresh wave of tears crashing over her like the breaking of the waves she surrendered to the sobbing and lay on the beach letting the weather have a shot at her. 

Sometime later hearing a noise from nearby she sits up and looks around more curious than frightened by the sound.  "Who's there ?" she called above the din of the storm,  receiving no answer decides it must have been her imagination, but all the same rises and stands staring out at the ocean as the rain washes the sand from her clothing and hair. 

He watched her from the shadow of the nearby copse of trees wondering at her insanity of being out in the storm unecessarily.  Glancing to the left he could see the doors to the cottage had been left wide open.  "Damn fool woman", he thought to himself "she'll catch her death of a cold" shaking his head making a mental decision he marched out into the driving rain careful to stay out of her sight lest he frighten her into running away.  Laying a hand upon her shoulder and tightening the grip he could feel her body tense in fear even as she took a deep breath and spoke. "Sir please release me" her tone wavery and quite without emotion, he could tell she had been crying.  "Come back to the house Woman ... It's raining quite hard and you'll catch your death", he tried reasoning. 

Wrenching away from him her long skirt plastered to her legs making running off impractical she took a few steps backwards and he could see the white of her throat where her collar once rested the rest of her neck tanned by the suns exposure.  "Sir please leave me be", she began slowly as she continued moving backwards looking for all the world like a Wild Filly about to flee at the slightest sense of danger to her person.  "do not make me chase you Woman, Come into the house and dry off" his voice hardening slightly seeing the abandoned look on her face. "come with me now Ma Cher" Lifting his hand to her as he talked softly murmuring nothing really but gentling this wild creature before him.  Her hands fluttering as she debated what to do where to go, she chanced a glance over her shoulder and at that precise moment her grasped her arms pulling her tightly to him.

"You're shaking", not a question but a simple statement of fact as she struggled briefly for freedom that she didn't really desire.  With powerful muscles he scooped her up off the beach and carried her now still and unresisting body to the cabin.  Setting her down on the sofa he watched as she slid to the floor resting against the sofa.  He returned to her after closing the door and dropping a few towels on the floor  to soak up the rain.  Sitting on the sofa next to her he got his first good look at her.  She sat with her eyes closed but feeling his strength leaned against him to absorb some of it.  Her hair auburn in color and hip length hung limp and wet agianst her very pale face.  His fingers strayed of their own accord to her throat and gently began stroking the white stripe.  Realizing how very wet they both were stands up and removes his clothing laying it before the hearth to dry.  turning to her "Ma Cher remove your clothing and dry yourself off", she remained sitting against the sofa staring into the fire as he stoked he flames higher.  Turning back to her and seeing she had not moved "NOW Ma Cher, rise and strip so that we can dry you off".  He noted with interest that she responded to the command in his voice even as he realized she didn't seem aware of what she was doing.  He stepped towards her and began to dry her off with a minimum of motions taking her hand and bringing her to the hearth.

Sitting in the only chair there pulling her to rest between his legs her head resting on his left leg as he worked the knots out of her hair fanning it out over his legs to dry.  he began to speak "Ma Cher what posessed you to be out in this downpour? ", he spoke not really expecting an answer and was surprised when in a soft trembling voice she began her tale.  When she was finished her story he just sat there and stroked her hair beginning to understand the depths of her hurt he felt her relax against him and slowly ceased his stroking as her breathing deepened into sleep.

Now was the time to plan.  He hadn't wanted another slave, certainly didn't need the complication of a new slave and training.  After being deceived by his last slave he sold her and hadn't looked back.  Looking down at the auburn haired beauty he realized he knew nothing about her as far as where she was from or even something simple like the color of her eyes, smiling he stroked the white area of her throat.  Well at least she seemed to be loyal to some extent.  The whiteness of her throat attesting to the length of time she had been collared.  Rising and taking her with him he moved into the bedroom, her naked body warmed by the hearth.  Laying her on the bed he moved off to find some rope.  "I have no desire to chase her into the rain again" he rationalized to himself.  Returning to the bedroom he arranged her body to his satisfaction before braiding all that luxurious hair entwining the rope in the braid and tying it to the headboard of the bed.  going one step further as to bind her hands together in front of her and then to her chest making the knot at her side so she couldn't reach it.  Then exhausted himself crawled into bed beside his new Pet.  "Guess the old adage Finders Keepers has proven itself true" with a soft sigh he pulled her close and drifted off to sleep.

Part Two

Waking up and immediately aware that she is not in bed alone, she shook her head as though to clear it, gasping at the pulling pain caused by the motion.  She tried to lift her hands to rub her scalp only to realize they were bound to her body.  Opening her eyes cautiously, she looked at her bed partner through slitted eyes and  began to recall the events of the previous day and smiled.

Feeling her gaze upon him he leaned above her on one elbow. "Good Morning Ma Cher." His steely gaze taking in her full length. "Did you sleep Well ?  Come now, I know you are awake, open those eyes so I may see their beauty."  He watched her closely as she contemplated his words and her response.  "There is no point in ignoring me, Ma Cher, truly you aren't getting anywhere fast, bound as you are, unless you want to lose all that pretty red hair."  With that he reached up and stroked her forehead smoothing back the stray hairs. 

"It's not Red Sir, it is auburn." Was her only comment as her gray eyes opened completely to take him in.  "Ahhhhhhhhhh, she speaks !  Welcome back Ma Cher, do you remember speaking to me last night of your 'problem' ? I have decided that the old "Finders Keepers" adage will suit me fine today.  I hadn't planned on another slave but here you are and here you will stay."  Watching her features to see what reaction she would have to his remark, he continued stroking her forehead as one would a beloved pet.

Remaining silent she watched him looming over her bound form and smiled ever so slightly.  "Sir, I shall endeavor to be the best slave that i can be," she giggled softly. "That sounds like a commercial for the Army !"   The icy gaze he turned upon her freezing the giggle in her throat.  "i'm sorry Sir", she looked down repentantly, gnawing on her lower lip.  Rolling off the bed to hide his smile he padded to the kitchen returning in short order with breakfast which he proceeded to feed to his bound pet.  "Ma Cher, the rain has stopped. We'll be leaving for my home shortly.  Have you any matters you must clear up before leaving ?"  Watching her intently, his piercing eyes searched her face as he waited for her reply.  "No Sir .. i only need to return the house key to the rental office."  Pleased with her reply, they finished eating; he feeding her, she contemplating her future.

Rising from the bed and dressing, he could feel her eyes following him across the room and through the motions of dressing.  "Time to go." Crossing the room he untied the rope from the headboard and used it as a leash to lead her unresisting through the cabin to the door.  Pausing a moment to gather her few belongings, he led her the few steps through the trees to his van.  He opened the door and gallantly stepped back, waving her inside. Her arms still bound, she gave him a lopsided smile and a curtsey before climbing gracefully into the van.  Stepping in after her and pulling the door shut, he took the rope and secured the leash to a ring in the wall of the van.  He stroked her cheek lightly before turning to rummage in a box near the rear doors. 

"Ma Cher, where is the paperwork on the rental house ?"  "In my bag Sir", her reply came voiced softly as he turned back to face her.  In his hand was a gag and several leather cuffs.  "Lets get that rough rope off shall we Ma Cher ?" Bending to the task at hand, he secured her ankles in the leather cuffs and  locked them together before straddling her legs and moving up to her torso, worked to release the ropes binding her arms to her sides.  Kissing the rope-marked limbs he gently secured leather cuffs to each wrist before stretching each arm in its turn out to her side and tying it to the wall of the van.  Leaning forward he crushed his lips to hers in a brutal possessive kiss.  Lingering a moment, staring into her eyes, he watched her tongue dart out to lick her lips.  Smiling, he held the ball in front of her mouth and was pleasantly surprised that she opened wide to accept the gag.  Buckling it behind her head he leaned forward, kissing the tip of her nose before producing a blindfold for the ride.

Stopping only once to close out the rental on the house, they proceeded to drive for what seemed to her an eternity before the van finally stopped once more.  Starting at the sound of the door sliding open her heart leapt in her breast.  He smiled at her sitting bound in his van, his property as much as anything else he owned. As he shook his head in wonder, he slid the van door shut once more.  Entering the house he made his way to the playroom that his old slave used to occupy.  Standing in the doorway making mental notes about what needed to be done before the playroom would be fit for use again, his mind bounced back and forth between his mental notes and thoughts of the auburn haired Kat in his van.  Giving a soft deep laugh he made his way back to the van.  Sliding open the door once more he peered in at her.  Her body was covered with goose bumps, it was only at that point that he realized how long she had been in his van naked and without heat.  Clambering up into the rear of the van he released her wrists, clipping them together in front of her before releasing the rope attached to her hair.  Pulling her from the van and laying her over his shoulder, he proceeded into the house.

Glad that he had finally returned to her, she moaned softly, making him aware that she was awake under the bindings. She wriggled a little closer to him as he began to release her.  Dangling over his shoulder, her body being jostled by every step, she wondered where on earth she was.  Not that it mattered to her, in truth she was only too glad to have a Master again, to guide her, to correct her, to love her if she was lucky.  Taking a deep breath to still the tears that threatened to flow, she felt herself being lowered to a softly carpeted floor.

"Ma Cher, this is my home ... you are to be my pet.  I will do whatever pleases me .. you will also do whatever pleases me ... Understand ?"  Cocking her head as she listened to him, she quickly nodded assent then curled up on the floor.  Smiling as she curled up, he briefly wondered if she was kept as a pet before, then shook his head in amusement at his thoughts.  "Ma Cher .. we must needs name you." He sat on the edge of the sofa looking at the bound beauty resting at his feet, thinking of names and discarding them nearly as quickly.  "Well, it seems you will remained unnamed for a bit longer Ma Cher." His soft laughter echoed in the near empty room.  "It seems every name I think up just isn't suited to you at all ... now I'm going to release your bonds and show you to your new home.  We have much that you need to do before it is suitable for living.  After a shower you will begin readying your home."  As he was speaking he had begun to release her bonds, removing the gag and the blindfold in short order.

Laying on the floor, blinking in the dimly lit room, she lay still as her body adjusted to its freedom once more before she picked herself up to kneel at his side.  Head bowed she waited quietly, her body tensed, ready to leap at his command.  His hand thoughtfully strayed to the line at her throat wondering at the collar he would place there soon enough.  Marvelling at the porcelain quality to her skin and her readiness to obey him, he smiled, well pleased.

"This way Ma Cher," he said as he stood above her and moved with a long sure stride to the doorway.  She rose to follow with her eyes downcast as her brain raced with thoughts of her new home. Her downcast gaze picked out and noted small details.  Stopping in the playroom doorway he motioned her to enter. She entered the room and stood at its center and turned on her heel, taking in the equipment that was displayed, noting the need for dusting as she did so.  Her gaze came to rest on a cage in the corner, the bars tarnished and in bad need of a polishing rag; she smiled nonetheless as she pictured it shining again, her inside, bound for her Master's pleasure.  Noting her smile, he interrupted her thoughts.  "Ma Cher, the cleaning supplies are in the blue cabinet. There is running water in the bathroom.  You have one hour to clean and then I will return."  So saying, he left the room pulling a door closed behind him, not a solid door but a barred one, like a kennel.

Setting to the task at hand she was hardly aware of his presence as he watched her work.  He smiled noting that she had forgotten his permission to shower prior to cleaning and, chuckling, he walked out to the van.  Climbing into the vehicle he started it and drove off to the store. Hearing the van start gave her only a momentary pause in her cleaning.  The basics done, she looked at the cage, taking a polishing rag and polish in hand she knelt and set to work polishing her new home.

He walked the aisles of the store in search of the perfect collar, one that cried out to him. His thoughts were not really centered on his shopping. He picked up a few items that were on his list then circled back to the collars.  Standing before them he pictured Ma Cher in his mind's eye and all her glorious auburn hair, her clear gray eyes, his hands reaching out to pick up collar after collar.  Knowing the width he needed to cover the white stripe on her throat he fingered them all looking for a soft, strong collar that would suit her. Finding a collar in the same shade of cinnamon as her hair, he smiled and thought of how nicely it would match.  Picking up the correct length and a new chrome lock he proddeded to check out, anxious to get home to his new slave.

Her cage sparkled as she moved  to the door to the room, giving each bar a lustre the likes of which she was certain they had never seen.  Upon the completion of her tasks she showered and then knelt, drying her hair in the center of the room awaiting her Masters return.  Her hair, now dry and unbound, hung in soft waves covering her shoulders, chest and ass.  Resting her palms upturned on her thighs, she knelt in that position until she heard the van pull up.  A soft smile creased her placid features and she stayed where she was, spreading her knees wide as she waited.

Entering the house the first thing he noticed was the scent of pine. A smile crossed his face as he approached the room noting the cleanliness of the bars and the cage and the room all at once.  His eyes came to rest on his Pet, kneeling in her submission to him in the center of the room. Her auburn locks trailed along her body, covering everything but hiding nothing.  "Ma Cher, you have done well in here," he began as he approached her kneeling form. "Lift your hair for me."  Reaching up, she twisted her locks together in her hands before lifting them to rest on the top of her head, fingers interlaced ,holding her hair up and away from her neck.  "Very nice." was his whispered remark.  Pulling the chestnut collar from the bag he placed it around her slender throat before buckling it snugly.  "You may let your hair fall again Ma Cher, behind your back." She released her hair from the grasp of her fingers, kneeling, her hands still upon her head.  "Lower your hands Ma Cher." He watched in delight as her hands slowly fell to rest upon her thighs.  "I want you to give up your freedom to me , of your own free will, Ma Cher.  Take this lock," and extended the open chrome lock hasp,  waiting until she took it before continuing. "Lock your collar about your throat, knowing that I hold the only key and that you will be mine until such time as I see fit to remove it."

She knelt on the floor trembling softly she took the lock and, pausing only a brief moment, passed the hasp through the clasp of the collar before clicking the lock shut with an audible 'snap'.  "It's been a long day, Ma Cher." As he snapped a leash onto the collar, he lead her on her knees to the cage, "I think it's time for bed, Ma Cher."  Swinging the cage door open he waited for her to enter before passing the leash through the bars at the front of the cage and attaching it to a ring there with another small lock.  He watched as she curled up on her side and closed her gray eyes as sleep, finally granted her, moved in to claim her for the night.  She was already fast on her way to a deep dreamless sleep when he shut the cage door and locked it shut.  "Night Ma Cher, sleep well, as your training begins tomorrow." 
 
 

20.12.02