Chapter Eight: A new lesson
I went into work today and was greeted by my boss, telling me that he has approved my two week vacation and that I should enjoy myself. I just smiled, thanked him, and went on my way. I had not, at any time, applied for a two week vacation. This had Uncle M written all over it. I just don’t know how he managed it. Last night he showed up at my new apartment, my third since I met him, and he tied me, tucked me into bed, and bid me good night. He had gotten into the habit of showing up a couple times a week and just tying me. More often than not, I was getting disappointed when he didn’t show up. I was beginning to love the bondage almost as much as the air we breathe. At times, that realization scared me.
At the end of the week, I left work to be greeted by one of Uncle M’s little flunkies. He smiled and held open the car door. I knew that it was going to be a very long 16 days. The little flunky drove me to the estate and dropped me off. I, as per instructions, went inside and sat down at the large dining room table. Uncle M came in behind me and proceeded to silently tie me to the chair.
When I was aptly restrained, he sat across from me and informed me that my life was about to change once again. This time, I would not only be the victim. I would be finding victims. Too bad I was gagged. I wanted to scream.