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The woman waits for the moment. Every step in place, all she needs is the moment to move. Nodding to the music on the radio, she smiles following the pickup as it drives with the blissfully unaware couple inside. They pull into a Red Lobster parking lot. Driving as if she were unsure of her location, the woman finds a parking place close in one of the handicapped slots near the door. Patting the muddy brown van, the young woman bobs her head to the inner music playing in her head. Looking back at the van she thanks the gods that she was able to find a pair of handicapped plates just begging to be barrowed. She times her pace so she follows them in,. At the inner door she stumbles against the woman, her sharpened fingernail breaking the woman’s skin as she scratches her. "Oops. Sorry" She says with a slight smile to the couple and nodding moves over to the bar area to have a drink and wait for the toxin to take effect.
As the couple moves aside, the man looks toward the woman who bumps into his date aggressively until he heard the apology. The woman looks at the other woman and smiles as she rubbed her arm not fully feeling what just happened. She tries to assure her boyfriend it is nothing and they should just go to their table, seeing the hostess with menus waiting to escort them. They follow the hostess and are seated almost in the far corner of the place. Without much waiting, a waitress comes to take down their drink order and appetizer choice. The guy orders them both cokes and an awesome blossom to start while his lady looks over the menu for something to eat. The waitress disappears and comes back shortly with their drinks and to take their order.
The young woman rubs her arm absent mindly as she tries to make up her mind. After much inner debate, she chooses the shrimp feast with scampi and butterflied fried shrimp. Her date has the crab legs special and steak. The waitress flits off again, leaving the couple alone with their thoughts of the day. Not much is said between them, except the usual banter and small talk. The appetizer comes and they start to dig in. The woman starts to feel hot, more so than normal. She sips her drink and slowly munches on the finger food.
The man noticing her asks, "Honey are you ok?"
"Yes Wayne I’m fine...just a bit hot in here." She replies.
"Ok Dawn, just checking on you."
She smile s at how he tries to care. It was always so awkward between them coming to places like this. They are a happy couple, have been for a year now, but for some reason places like this freak him out and make her uncomfortable. They munch some more and then the salads come. Once the waitress leaves, Dawn decides to go wash her face and cool off, thinking this will help. She excuses herself and Wayne gets up and sits down once she leaves. The bathroom is not too far away and she is thankful for that. She does not want to leave though she feels as if the walls are closing in. Going in she grabs a paper towel and blots her face and neck wiping the sweat from her. The going to the stall she goes pee.
Watching, the woman sees Dawn make her way into the restroom and takes a final sip of her rum and coke before setting it down. When the bartender is not paying attention, she takes a napkin and wipes the glass free of prints quickly. She goes into the restroom and looking around sees it is deserted except for her prey in a stall. Going over to the sink, she sets her large purse on it. She makes a big production of putting lipstick on and draws it out waiting for Dawn to finish. The sound of flushing followed by the door opening signals that it is show time. The woman looks into the mirror at Dawn as she staggers to the sink.
"Are you ok Dearie? You dont look so good" she says in her most concerned sounding voice at the flushed woman standing next to her. "What you need is some air... here let me help you" she says slinging the purse over one shoulder and wraps her arm around the dazed woman's waist.
She leads Dawn out of the restroom and goes by the hostess. With a nod and a wink she says, " She is fine, she just needs to get some fresh air” She then slips the hostess some dollar bills folded. The hostess starts to refute but seeing that the bills are C notes, not the tens she thought, she smiles and says instead, "Here let me get the door for you." She opens it as Dawn is escorted out of the restaurant.
The woman walks Dawn outside and around to the back of the van. Opening one of the back doors, the woman pushes Dawn into the back of the van, her niceness stripped away from her like a child removing a Halloween mask. Before Dawn can say anything or cry out the young woman pulls out a tazer and shoots Dawn with it. She smiles and giggles as Dawn’s body shakes and shudders from the electric shock.
While Dawn is incapacitated, the woman positions her, cuffing her hands behind her back and ankles then takes a third pair and joins the two together effectively hogtying Dawn. Bending over she pulls back one of Dawn’s eyelids to look at the dilated pupil. "It worked... just as she said it would" Closing the door she pulls out from the parking lot and looking in the mirror smiles as the hostess makes note of the make and license number. "We sure fooled them.” she says looking in the mirror at the hogtied woman behind her.
Wayne sits there trying not to panic while she is gone. He slowly eats not making a pig of himself, leaving some for Dawn when she returns. After not seeing her after few minutes, he does start to worry some and asks the hostess when she passes by to go check on her. He keeps looking towards the path to the bathroom hoping she is ok and comes out soon. The hostess forgets about telling the guy about his date not putting two and two together, and goes to talk to her manger about what she saw. The manger phones the police with the information and within thirty minutes, cop cars show up. Meanwhile poor Wayne is having a panic attack and they call him an ambulance that carts him off to the local hospital.
Dawn unable to move , is aware of what just happened but feeling fuzzy and strange can not seem to do anything or say much. She cries out trying to yell for help, but all that comes out is a poor excuse of a whisper. Her body racked with pain from the shock, the strain of being tied up, not to mention that she is riding on the unpadded floor.
After about fifteen minutes, the young woman pulls the van into one of those self-carwash places and starts to wash the van. The mud covering is washed away showing the metal-flaked bronze below. What was once seemingly a ragged old muddy van on the outside slowly is transformed into something of wonder and beauty. She pulls off the license plates replacing them with another set. The woman gets back in and looks down at Dawn before driving off. She goes back by the Red lobster seeing all the police cars and an ambulance there before pulling into the shopping mall across the restaurant.
"Have a nice trip Dearie?" she says and laughs getting out. Opening the door she leans back in and adds, "Ohhhh... it looks like Wayne had a little accident Dawn." and slams the door shut. She goes around the front of the van and leans against it smoking a cigarette. Shortly, a car drives up, and stops in front of her. Walking over she meets the driver as this new woman gets out. Kissing her the young woman says, "Just as you said mistress." The woman strokes her cheek and says softly, "Good girl... your reward is in the car." The young woman squeals with glee and giving the keys to this new woman gets in the car. She looks at something on the seat next to her and the woman can hear the young woman’s shout from outside, “Yes!” before driving away.
Turning to the van the new woman opens the sliding door and looks at Dawn, "Hello little one... bet you never thought we would come together did you?" After shutting the sliding door, she gets in and looks in the mirror at the shocked speechless woman tied on the floor behind her.
Dawn is still weak from the attack of the tazer and the toxin that is running in her blood. Her eyes move to the sound of the side door being opened and seeing the form of her once mistress before her. Confused and a bit scared now Dawn tries to move but cannot. She whispers "Mistress” understanding what she is in for, now that she has been caught and aware of her situation. Dawn feels fear and strange elation at seeing her. Fear from the unknown and it being real, as it can be now vs. what it was online. And happy to finally see her beloved and one who own a piece of her and always will no matter what befalls her. With a sigh, she relaxes a little, as her mistress gets in the van and takes control once more.
Getting in and closing the sliding door behind her , the woman kneels beside Dawn. She removes the set of cuffs that hold Dawn's ankles to her wrists and then the set on her ankles. Helping Dawn up, she maneuvers Dawn to the passenger seat and clips the seatbelt. Finally, she bends down and recuffs Dawn's ankles and wrists before moving over to the drivers seat. The woman starts the van and soon they are on the interstate headed south. They circle the city before heading into the industrial section of town . All the while, the woman says nothing but glances over at Dawn now and then catching her half glassy gaze .
Driving into the industrial section, they pass small shops and finally come to a weathered warehouse. The rust stained sides looking all the world like something from another time and place mixed in with the more recent constructions siding it. Stopping before a big garage door , the woman pushes what looks like a remote and a door slides back. As she drives through, she pushes the button again and the door closes. The inside matches the outside with old equipment lying littered here and there. Off to one side a jeep and a little u-haul trailer sits looking forlorn and forgotten. She pulls up next to the jeep and stops. Looking at Dawn and speaking finally, she says, "Time to muddy the trail a bit more, my pet" and smiles.
Dawn did not know if she should say anything but wishes, her mistress would to let her know she was still her good girl or even still loved. She has a thousand things going through her mind at times and in the blink of an eye no thought whatsoever. Things were coming back to her now. Things she forgot and things she longs for, like the touch of her mistress and the voice that comforts her. She got none of that until mistress spoke once inside the abandoned warehouse. Her eyes are glassy still and trying to focus but it is hard. She had nodded off a few times throughout the small trip already. Dawn wants to smile as mistress calls pet again but just could not, the toxin, fully activated and she is helpless and out of her mind. She manages a slight nod at the comment and waits for her mistress to do what Dawn knows deep in her mind comes next.
Swallow breaths come to Dawn as she waits, feeling her mistress unbuckle the seat belt and lift her up out of the van and moves her to the open u-haul. Gently she is laid inside on what looked like a dentist chair with straps at ankles, thighs, chest, forehead, arms, and wrists. Dawn feels her mistress caressing her body before each strap is tightened and tries to move into her mistress’s caresses. She knows it is going to be all right and for now, she will sleep and have her re education while mistress drives where they need to go. She swallows and feels a deep kiss from her mistress before a gag is placed in her mouth. Her mistress closes the trailer door entombing Dawn in darkness and alone. Though, not seeing or with her mistress she knows her mistress leaves her with something to focus and dream about during her stay in the u-haul truck, there is soft music and a voice or sound she understands to be of mistress and will let it drill itself into her brain and soul while she falls under the lull and finds sleep. Her eyes, catch glimpses of something as the u-haul moves but does not know what they are, at least not consciously.
The woman , after packing Dawn in her new cell, goes to the van. Opening the side door, she places a propane tank inside and cracks the valve open. Then she goes to the back of the building and turns on valves to a slow hiss on other tanks throughout the building . She gets in the jeep, starts it, and backs out and out the front door. Before closing it, she opens other bottles and then sets an egg timer to sixty minutes. A match, attached to the timer, would light a candle incase the gas has not reached the flame of the match. As she pushes the button on the remote to close the door, she tosses it into and so it ends up next to the van. Putting on a pair of leather driving gloves, she grabs a pad lock and locks the door in the down position.
Turning to the jeep, she looks around to make sure no one is there to see her actions or the jeep. The filtering evening light discloses the barren street and storefronts. Getting in she starts it and drives away calmly as if she belonged there. Getting back onto the interstate, she drives towards the east, the setting sun behind her and her wonderful cargo. For hours, she drives, putting miles behind her and the events of the day. It is well after midnight when she finally pulls into a dirt road heading up into the mountains. Dropping into 4-wheel drive , she slows down , and after almost thirty minutes sees a side road with a mailbox. Turning up the driveway, she follows it to a rustic looking hunting lodge. She pulls around to the back before stopping. Getting a flashlight out she goes around to the front gets a key under the mad and reads the note left there.
Mr. Smith,
I trust you have a good hunting trip and if you find you need anything please call my office. As per your secretary’s request, I have seen to stocking in your supplies myself. As per section 4, paragraph 2, you have to vacate by the 15th of next month.
Yours,
Peter Snider
She giggles at the part of secretary and enters her new place for the next 6 weeks. She goes through the house turning on lights and making sure i t is well stocked as she requested. Finally, she comes back, opens the u-haul trailer, and looks in at her new acquisition.
Time, was not a factor, or something Dawn could tell easily anymore, nor was where she was going. All she knows are; the voice, the music, and the glimpses out of the corner of her eyes that keeps her attention when she is awake. Mostly though, she sleeps, in a light trance like state. She could not move or cha nge position but comfortable enough that she had no need to even if she has the desire to. It was not until the road or whatever they were on got bumpy that Dawn was mostly awake and aware. She bounced up and around a little with each road bump. She is glad when it finally stops. Dawn realizes that the throbbing was not only from outside but in her body almost like a heartbeat. She welcomes it, though she wants to touch it but cannot . She hopes, wishes, and dreams mistress would though.
The door opens to the u-haul. The air was cooler and fresher, than that of the inside. Dawn tries to track the sounds coming from below her. She could now see the u-haul contains other things besides her in it, boxes mostly. She waits for her mistress to come unstrap her and wants to be taken, in so many ways... just not the itch, but held and cuddled. She needs that most of all .
Moving into the darkened u-haul, the woman smiles at Dawn, "Did you have a good ride little one?" her hands reaches out to stroke Dawn’s cheek and she smiles with satisfaction as Dawn moans, moving into the touch. She releases Dawn’s legs and massages them , through the jeans , her hands kneading the muscles and working up to Dawn’s inner thighs.
Dawn’s body feels stiff and achy, but her mistress takes care of that as she feels those wonderful hands along her legs. She jolts up when mistress strokes her inner thigh and clit. Moans can be heard and she wants to scream as the throbbing gets more intense instead of going away at her mistress’s touch .
With a quick movement, the woman rips Dawn's blouse open sending buttons zinging around the trailer before bending down and takes one of Dawn’s breast and nipple into her mouth suckling and nuzzling it. She feels Dawn arching her back, presenting her breasts like a good girl would and moans again as mistress tastes and fondles them with her mouth and hand. Stopping she looks up, "If your a good girl you will get rewarded" She sucks on Dawn’s nipple pulling it with the suction of her mouth, her hand goes to Dawn's other breast to roll and caress it with her fingers.
Dawn is in heaven created just for her as she enjoys her mistress's love. The words good girl and reward is all she heard and she so wanted to be that right now.
Looking up at Dawn, "If you’re bad , then no more play time .” She shakes her head sadly. “But , you are a good girl..." she releases Dawn’s arm and unstraps her from the chair. Leaving the gag in she kisses it and then gets out of the trailer. Holding out her hand to Dawn, she says, "Come pet."
Like the obedient pet she is, Dawn slowly got up and emerged from the u-haul to take her mistress’s hand and walk with her. Into her new life, into service of and devotion, and being the good girl she always knew she could be. Following her mistress, she walks into the night and open mountain air greeting her new home. She smiles happy; she was being taken care of and would of course return the favor when it was her time.
Leading Dawn into the living room the woman says, "You have way too much on, dear little one" as she snuggles close to Dawn as her hands caressing her body. She lets go of Dawn and with another kiss to the gag, she turns and leaves Dawn to strip. Without a second thought or worry about Dawn leaving, she goes out to the trailer and grabs a box labeled 1. She closes the trailer for the night and comes in carrying the box to see Dawn finishing up. She sets the box down by the door and gets out a thin piece of leather. Coming to Dawn, she strokes her body and says, "good girl." she removes the gag and holds up the collar. The thin black collar has a small steel plate with a single word, "Pet" on it. "Kneel little one," she says and then moves around behind Dawn and places the collar on her, buckling it in place on Dawns neck. "I claim you as mine, now and forever more." she says from behind Dawn bending to kiss her new and yet not new pet on the neck. Moving to the front she holds out both hands to the kneeling woman before her. "Tomorrow we will start your training." pulling Dawn up to her feet, "but tonight," smiling, "what’s left of it, I want to make love to you as we talked about so many times." She pulls Dawn into a tight hug and then an arm wrapped around Dawn's waist leads her back to the bedroom. "Welcome home little one" she says when they reach the bedroom with its huge bed and bearskin rugs on the floor.
Dawn almost giggles at the mention of too much on. Her mind thinks that comment was funny. She nods and proceeds to strip, knowing that she will not need her clothes much tonight. She does it as best and as neat as she can, not disappointing her mistress. She puts her clothes in a pile, takes off her bra and panties, and lays them out as well. Her head bows when her mistress comes back in and speaks to her. She shivers at the caress to her body and feels the throbs reappear again. She holds her moan though and just softly makes a sound, despite the gag. Obeying, Dawn got on her knees and holds her head high to receive the gift. She feels the leather on her and it feels good to her. The smell was not strong but enough to be aware of the collar. She is proud to be her mistress's, her hand came up to touch it stroking it half in disbelief and half out of being happy it was there. The kiss brings her back from her thoughts and she sighs. Her mind would answer, if allowed to, telling her mistress ‘as you wish’ or a simple ‘yes mistress’ to acknowledge what was done. Dawn takes her hands and gently pulled up and into the loving woman, she adored from only afar until now. She hugs her tight as if letting go would mean her stop breathing or her heart would no longer pump blood. She is happy and knows this is right. She too wants to make love like they talked about for so long, so many times. This night went through her mind so often that she knows what she will do, now that she was truly a pet. She walks with mistress to the bedroom and sighs at its spender. Nodding her head to her mistress, Dawn says “thank you” and moves in to hold her and fondle the woman on the bear rugs living the dream.