Bound By Ties

Chapter 2

He shook his head. "I really am sorry..." he said," He walked onto the mattress and picked me up. "It looks like the sedative you were given is still playing effect...and man, your clothes are soaking, you must be freezing... We will get those clothes off and get you warmed up with some warm water... Just stay quiet...I will not hurt you," He said.

Despite the circumstance, his voice was melodic...almost warming...and truthful. I was more thankful that this strongly built muscled man's body was so warm, I forgot how cold I actually was. He brought me to the open room and set her down on a bathroom counter. The bathroom was large and steamy. It felt warm just being in there.

In the middle of the room there was a salon chair. There were straps on the arms and bottom of the chair, as well as at the neck. The man walked over to the bathtub, a very large porcine tub and began to run the water. There was a large standing shower on the other edge of the room. After he finished with that he grabbed a clip board and pen and sat on the side of the tub.

"So, I'm going to explain everything to you...the only thing I ask is that you don't speak unless I ask you too or leave all questions to the end...are you OK with that?" He asked.

"Do I really have a choice?" I asked.

"No, but it usually works better for you in the end if you just comply with me... are you going to give me trouble and make this hard on yourself, or would you like it to go smooth and easily?"

"I will listen," I meekly said. "But could you take the zip ties off my hands and feet...I promise...I won't run away," she said

The man pondered it and then he stood up, he used a pair of scissors to cut through them. "You will be bound again at some point...it's just a precaution and I must follow it...alright?" he said. I nodded my head.

"To start off, my name is Michael," he said as he sat back down on the bathtub. "I have some questions for you to answer," he said. Nod yes or shake no for the answer. No Talking. Have you ever been in a s****l relationship before?" I shook my head no. "Are you a virgin?" I nodded my head for yes. "What's your name? You can speak," he mentioned.

"Karen," she said.

"Last name?"

"Oakly."

"How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen...I just turned eighteen..."

"Alright... so what's going to happen to you is I'm going to undress you. I'm going to take everything off. I'm going to wash you from head to toe. You are going to be shaven in the respectful places. I'm going to try and find what s****l desires please you and I'm going to take that information ad write it down. I'm going to style your hair, give you a new look so people may not recognize you at first glance. I'm going to be touching you everywhere. I will ask you if it feels good and what doesn't feel good. I won't have s*x with you though.... You are more valuable a virgin than not. So you don't have to worry about that right now. After we are finished here you are going to leave this room with no clothes on. You will be taken up the stairs where you will meet another man who will then take you to a stage and people will try and buy you. Now, what happens if they buy you...will be up to the person who buys you? You will most likely be a submissive however. If you want things to be easy for you...do as told...don't rebel...just do."

I nodded my head I was beginning to shiver from the wet clothes I was in.

"I think we can start...you look like you could use some warmth anyways.

He set his clipboard down and walked over.

He took my hands to stand me up and he reached down with his hands to pull my shirt over top of my head and into a garbage bag full of other clothes. I flinched when he moved his hands down my cold body to my jeans and undid them. He slid them down as he crouched down with them. "Step out," he instructed. I did what he told me I stumbled and held onto his shoulders for support. He stood up and left me for a moment almost completely naked. He walked back over to the bathtub to turn off the water. He walked backed over and bent down to pick up the jeans to toss them where my shirt had been tossed. He ran his hands up my legs, squeezing my but when he had reached my underwear. "I want you to just relax, close your eyes," he mentioned. It was hard for me to try and relax. His hands reached past my underwear and up my back to wear the bra was attached. With his warm hands he un-hooked them and worked the bra off of my arms. He caressed my dirty matted hair. When brushed and clean my hair would reach below the middle of my back. Right now it was a knotty mess. He flung the bra to the garbage and now his thumbs were in my underwear. I shut my eyes tightly and there were a couple tears.

"Don't worry...the only thing I will be doing is playing...I don't plan to harm you in any way. This is all for you." He began tugging on the underwear and pulled them down to my feet. What was left was a bushy brown mess. My legs hadn't even been shaved in the last little bit.

"You have strong legs. You must be an athlete," he said. I didn't say anything. I just stood still. He led me to a shower. Not the bath tub. A standing shower. He started the taps and he hands one hand around my waist and the other testing the temperature. He stood me under the warm running water. For once I felt warm. "Now this is where I'm going to strap you," he said. He reached one hand above my head and attached it to a cuff that was hanging from the ceiling of the shower. He did the same with my other hand. I could feel the warm water running over my back.

"I don't want you to do things by yourself. I want to do it all for you." I blushed at what he had said. He grabbed a large soft sponge and wetted it. He grabbed a bottle full of a light caramel color and poured some on. He used his hands to lather the sponge up and then he pressed it against my body. Slowly moving it across my sides and in front of my stomach. Melodically he ran it across my entire body. The sweet smell of vanilla and brown sugar filled my nose. He ran it across my chest his other hand reached up my side and began to caress my left breast. Gently he squeezed it and played around with it. He never squeezed too hard. He switched hands and the other hand now lathered my body and his other hand on my right breast. Gently squeezing.

I felt a funny feeling. I didn't know how to explain it...it felt good... But how could I be enjoying this? My mouth hung ever so slightly open. "You enjoy that," he said. I just meekly nodded. He sponged my back from behind me. Now I couldn't see him he moved it up and down. I then felt both hands on my breasts. They were gently squeezing. They were caressing. His fingers played with my n*****s. Making them feel numb.

"Your breasts are the perfect size...they will cup any man's hand just perfectly," he mentioned. I moaned it felt good when he played with them. It felt weird I felt the sensation in my breasts and I felt the sensation move to my lower half. I had never played with myself. I didn't think it sensible...not a Christian thing to do.

"I'm going to move down to your legs," he said and he picked up the sponge once again to go over each leg. He spent time running his hands over my butt and coming very close to my fuzzy private parts. But he didn't touch them.

"Wait here," he said. He moved out of the shower to retrieve something. It was a razor and a can of saving cream. He also grabbed a stool. "I want you to sit on this." He reached up to release my arms. It felt nice to not have my arms hanging above my head. It definitely wasn't the most comfortable position. I sat down on the stool. I was thankful my body had warmed up. As I stuck one leg out for him, my arms like habit covered my chest.

He lathered it in shaving cream and then used the razor to swipe the hair away. He did the same on the other leg." Now that's better," he said. "Now, raise one of your arms." My arms were not too bad. He repeated the process on my arm pits.

"We will leave your little bush when you're in the chair...but, let's wash it though," he said. He spread my legs and he reached for another bottle which I believed to be shampoo. He squirted some in his hand and began o lather my brown bush. He made sure to rub in very deeply as I felt his finger play as well. He stood up and grabbed the shower head and pulled it down so it washed the suds out. He then did the same thing with conditioner.

"Now, your hair looks like it is quite a mess. I'm not sure if I'm going to easily get the knots out of here," he said. "We might have to cut some out," he said. I shuttered at the thought of someone cutting my hair. I liked having long hair and the thought of having it short scared the hell out me.

"Please... just please don't cut so much if you do..."

"Shh," he said. He lathered his hands once again and came behind me to lather my hair. It felt wonderful. His strong fingers massaged my head. I felt like I was dreaming. His hands moved forward and backward across my head. Scratching. And the shampoo smelt amazing as well. He rinsed it out trying to work out the tangled that he could. He poured a large amount of conditioner on his hand and then added it to my hair. He made sure that the conditioner reached all ends of my hair. He reached for something outside the shower and my hair was twisted up into a bun and clipped to my head.

"I will let the conditioner do the work and see it can soften up some of the knots." He reached for the taps and turned them off. "I'm going to get you to sit in that chair. I'm going to shave this here bush off you and then we will sit and have a bath with each other. Now go sit," he said. He began to be a little bit more forceful. "I'm going to start acting less kind. I want you to be prepared for the road that might be ahead of you...you need to be ready," he said. "You will now reply with yes sir," he said.

"Yes sir," he pushed me towards the chair but before sitting me down he roughly dried my body. He pushed me into the chair and grabbed each of my arms ad strapped them to the chair as well as my waist. My feet were on a platform but it began to raise. He took each foot and put one in a holster and secured them in place. My legs were spread wide and it was a tad uncomfortable. I preferred him when he was a bit kinder. He then grabbed another towel and made sure my area was dry. He even grabbed a comb and combed it. It felt weird...but at the same time it felt good. Though it hurt when something was knotted. With no attachment he buzzed through the mop he was very careful not to clip anything else. His hands were precise. I never thought I would like the sound of clippers. But even the clippers were...melodic... and just the act of being down there was amazing. When the bulk of hair was gone and nothing was left but stubble he grabbed a dish filled with warm lathering cream and spread it all over and used a straight razor to scrape it clean. He used a sweet smelling lotion afterwards. To cover everything.

"No, let's see what you like now that I can see everything down there. He turned around and reached for another bottle. I was unsure of what this actually was. He put a tiny amount on his fingers and then they went to play. They moved around, fingering places, moving quickly, then moving slowly. They moved up and down and then.

"Ahh..." it was a surprise. 'ah' when his finger found its way into my opening. It felt uncomfortable being there at first. But it moved and came out and continued to finger everything else. My body began to tense until finely I gave a satisfy sigh and his fingers backed off and just lightly moved around.

"You might really have to work on that...you will have to work on not feeling satisfied when having s*x with a master. You will be punished. As a warning, you might spend days of torture of being told not to orgasm." I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. I felt tired after what he just did. He undid the straps and this time he helped me up. "Go sit in the bath," he said. I did as he instructed and sat in the bath.

It was warm, and a foreign feeling of water against the parts that had always been covered with hair. My body relaxed in the warm water.

Michael reached for the shower head of the bath tub. "Let's see how un-knotted your hair came," he said. He turned the tap, waited for the warm water and washed the conditioner out. "I think I might have to cut some of these out...it's a rat's nest...." My heart sunk. I Didn't want my hair cut. I liked my long hair. I think he could feel my body tense as he rubbed my shoulders.

"If you put up any kind of fight...I will zip tie your hands back together," he whispered in to my ear. The words sent chills down my spine. One minute he was kind, the next he was scaring me.

"Yes sir," was all I said.

He ran his hands across my body once again but now that he started acting like he was in full control, it didn't feel good anymore. One hand left my body while the other continued to rub my body. I couldn't see what he was doing. But then I heard a familiar and eerie sound and gasped.

There were scissors making their way through with the chomping sound, gnawing through my hair. I began to pull away but with his one hand he firmly wrapped it around me to keep me from moving. "I told you what would happen if you didn't cooperate" he said. I felt pieces of my wet hair on the back of my skin. He stood up and grabbed a towel and roughly picked me up, roughly drying me off and set me in the chair once again completely naked. The leather on the chair didn't feel welcoming this time. Petrified with fear my arms and legs were strapped in. There was a leather strap against my waist and then finally around my neck.

"Please...don't do this anymore. I want to go home...please no more," I pleaded. I was trying to be as quiet as possible. He was reaching for something else now. "Open your mouth," he said. "I want you to shut up," he said. I didn't know what he was doing until he shoved a hard plastic ball into my mouth and then taped it over. I could only breathe through my nose. Tears streamed from my eyes.

"I gave you a chance," he said. He began combing through what hair I had. He didn't really cut that much. But he continued to cut to even it out. He took a good three and a half inches off my hair. "You know; I think you would look really cute with short hair. Maybe I should cut it here...or even use the clippers," he said. I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't see what he was doing as the chair did not face the mirror. I heard the whir of the clippers though. He pressed them to the tips of my hair using a comb, shaving the ends. "And I think maybe you could use some sort of bangs." The whir of the clippers stopped and I heard him bring the scissors up. He was opening and closing them. He combed a section of my hair to the front and gave me side bangs that theoretically I could still push behind my ear.

"There, that looks better," he said. "Not let's dry it," he said. I had a sigh of relief. I think he was done. Even though it wasn't much it felt horrible. My hair was still long...but just that three or so inches was terrible. He dried my hair, making the large curls in my hair bounce. He put eye liner and mascara on my yes and made them look big. After finishing this he unstrapped me. I didn't move though.

"Stand up," he said forcefully. I slowly started to stand up but he grabbed me to be faster. He pushed my arms behind my back and zip tied them together.

"I wish you good luck," he said. He grabbed the paper on the clip board and opened the bathroom door. And began pushing me up the stairs. I heard the knock three times. I then saw a man with black hair in front of me. Michael handed him the piece of paper and then the man with black hair put a brown sack over my head.

"Come with me," the man said and forcefully pushed me. I didn't know where I was going.