Captive Passion - Part 1

It's cozy evening, I'm wrapped up in my warm blanket browsing BDSM related topics, my eyes fixed on a web page titled " Become a BDSM Slave ", my initial reaction was to keep scrolling but my horniness caused me to press the link.  A notification appeared on the screen: By signing up you agree to the following terms, it basically read that I agree to become a BDSM sex slave and can be " collected " at any time any where. My finger lingered over the "accept" button for a few moments until I selected it. An app was downloaded onto my device that I didn't give much thought to, I seemed to just be a logo. WEEKS LATER: It's a dark cold night as I walk home my hard nipples are pressed up against my blouse. Cars come and go and people walk by, until one car stops just behind me. I continue to walk until I hear hurried steps behind me. I turn around to see what's going on, I try to scream but no air comes out, a man grabs me, puts a ball gag in my mouth, and puts a bag over my head. The man picks me up kicking and tosses my into the back seat of the car that pulled up behind me, the he quickly jumps into the passenger seat of the car, then the car starts moving.

Another man to the right of me in back seat with me grabs my hands and ties them tightly with rope. Tears run down my cheeks as I wonder: "What are these men going to do to me?"

As we drive further and further away from safety the man in the back seat with me begins rubbing my shoulder, with each rub he gets closer and closer to my breast, until he's groping my breast accompanied by a devilish laugh. I try to move away, but he sternly grasp my other shoulder preventing me from moving away. It feels like hours of by breast being fondled and driving to the unknown, until the car stops.

I listen to the sound of the car driving over a long gravel driveway fearfully anticipating what awaits me at this new destination. I hear a gate open, then a garage door. This garage seems much bigger than the average garage.

The car turns off and the man in the back seat gets out, comes around to the side of the car I'm at and lifts me out of the car; I try to run, fight, whatever I can do but nothing works. For some reason it feels much warmer than back home, how far did we drive?

The man takes me into a house, I can't see a thing, he forcefully takes me into one dark room of the house, puts me down onto the cold marble floor, and takes the black bag off of my head. Without a word, he caresses my tear-soaked face and simply leaves the room. 

I look around the room, It's empty. No lamp, no, bed, no TV, nothing but me. The room is quiet large, there's only one window but it's far out of reach. I get up and try to open the door, it's locked. I try to untie my hands but somehow that man tied them just right, so I can't even touch the rope with my fingers but it keeps me from doing anything. 

I walk across the room to a cold, uninviting corner. I'm sobbing but no tears are coming out any more. The fear I've experienced exaust me, I try to stay awake, shivering in the cold corner, but over time I begin to fall asleep.

I wake up with a warm cozy blanket and look out the widow high up, it's morning. Wait, who put this cover on me? How did I not hear them come in?

My stomach growls for food, but there's none available to me. 

Now I'm shivering from fear.  I freeze when I hear footsteps coming towards the room I'm in. The footsteps stop in front of the door and I stare at the shadow through the small gap under the door. I hear a key being inserted into the door, then I watch the knob slowly turn. 

A tall, dark haired man walks into the room, this isn't one of men from the car yesterday. I lean further back into the false security of the corner of the room as he comes closer. 

The man is now just in front of me, his hand reaches around my head and takes off the ball gag. My sore jaw can finally relax! 

The man looks down at me for a moment then in a deep yet commanding voice ask, " Now what do you say?" 

"Um... thank you?" 

"Good girl." As he walks to exit the room my stomach growls yet again; he looks over his shoulder and says "

Your breakfast will be ready soon," then leaves. 

About 20 to 30 minutes later another man that I haven't seen before comes into the room and tells me to come with him, I don't comply so the man walks up to me and stands me up, he takes my arm and leads me through a house that I could have only imagined in my dreams, everything is gold, marble, or some other expensive material. 

Then man walk me into a bathroom that's as big as my entire apartment! He closes the door behind himself and motions to the toilet. I wait a moment for him to leave but he doesn't. " Can I get some privacy, please?" I kindly ask, but to my surprise he replies " No, someone has to be with you, or watching you at all times." His answer confuses me at first until I remember that I'm a hostage. I stand for a moment and look at the toilet, " I'm not going to use the bathroom with this weird man watching me" I think to me self. Then the man reminds me " I can make you do whatever I want you to," None of my fighting and resistance has gotten me anywhere, he adds " I've been directed to have you use the bathroom, I'm going to complete that task."

Instead of anymore fighting I pull my pants down and sit on the toilet " Can you at least look away?" I ask. As that was the least he could do he looked away. To my surprise there's no toilet paper, I was about to ask what to do my eyes catch the bidet. After finish letting the water spray on my clit for a reasonable amount of time, the man begins to fill the large jetted bath tub on the other side of the room with water.

" So I'm supposed to-" the man cuts me off " Yes, you're going to be taking a bath with me in here with you."  The man opens up a cabinet full of bath salts, soaps, and oils and calls me over to choose some. Since I have no choice I pick vanilla bath salt, shes butter soap, and coconut oil. As I undress I catch thw man peeking at my naked body. I shouldn't be enjoying this but I am, the water is perfect, the jets are positioned perfectly so it sprays in my clit in just the right way, and being watched really turns me on! A woman walks into the bathroom as I get out the tub and rest a day dress on the large bathroom counter then lays out makeup and hair products. 

Being a hostage treated like queen confuses me, so I ask " What's all this for, I'm a hostage."  The woman replies "You'll find out soon."