(This is a continuation of the story that I am working on. Chapter 1 was posted earlier.)

When she awoke, it the room seemed brighter than before, but nothing else had changed. The items were still on the table. To slack her thirst, she took a few swallows of water. She then decided that she was thirsty and hungry enough to take more. After all, if they had wanted to kill her, they would have done so already. At least she hoped so.

After the broth and water, she felt a little better and started to explore the room. Just because she was fed didn’t mean she would stay if she didn’t have to. The windows were high in the walls, and after climbing on the furniture to examine them closer, she determined that they were made of some sort of thick, reinforced glass. She could barely see out of them, let alone break them. Even if she did, they were too small for her to wiggle out of.

She double checked the doors again. The closet and the bathroom were at her disposal, but the other door wouldn’t budge. Although it looked like wood, she wondered if it wasn’t made of some other, stronger material. It seemed to have no give to it. There was nothing for her to do but wait.

The woman’s unconscious body lay naked on the examination table. This room was much different from the one the woman had been kept in. It was a light blue in color and was well lit. There were countertops and drawers full of medical instruments, the purpose of which the woman couldn’t have guessed at even if she had been awake. Two doctors examined her, taking vital signs and running tests. Through a window into the examination room, two men stood and watched the procedure.

One of the men was both tall and broad. He had sandy hair and piercing eyes. Normally he gave the impression of someone you didn’t want to get into a disagreement with, but at the moment he face wore an expression of concern. The other man was a bit shorter and much thinner. He seemed much more relaxed under the circumstances.

“What are they doing to her?” the sandy-haired man asked.

“Relax, Jaric. They are just checking her general health, making sure there is nothing wrong with her.”

“And if there is?” asked Jade, alarmed by the idea.

“In all likelihood they can fix it. Our technology is much more advanced than theirs, you know. You hired us for this. Now trust us, would you?”

“Sorry,” said Jade. “There’s just so much at stake here. At least for me personally.”

“We know that. This is what we specialize in.”

“And you’ve never made a mistake in 20 years? Never had an unsatisfied customer?”

“Never.”

The woman slept through all this. When finally she did awaken, she was back in her room, none the wiser.

When I was in college, Hell Week was the week before semester exams. Supposedly, we were spending the week reviewing and preparing for the examinations. Okay, I was a good girl. That is how I spent the week.

I often think of the phrase “Hell Week” when I have a busy week. This past week has been a Hell Week for me.

Monday: Work job #1 from 8-4, son’s basketball game in the evening.

Tuesday: Work job #1 from 8-4, son’s basketball game in the evening.

Wednesday: Work job #1 from 8-4, Practice after school for contest.

Thursday: Work job #1 from 8-4, sons’ basketball games in the evening (two sons, two games)

Friday: Work job #1 from 8-4, work job #2 from 4-10.

Saturday: Go to contest. Go to school at 6:30, return home at 4:30.

At about 5:00 pm I went to bed. I stayed there for 12 hours. I would have stayed longer, but I have to work today at 7:00 am.

Yes, it’s been Hell Week for me. This week I have no basketball games, and on Friday I’m going away for a few days for Christmas. I just hope I don’t sleep through it!

She lays tied in bed, gagged. He is here in the house, somewhere. What is he doing? What is he going to do? She doesn’t know. She lays and waits. It could not be said that she waited patiently. She wanted him. She wanted him here, and she longed for the pleasures of the flesh that he had in mind. Goosebumps pop up on her body, not from cold but from anticipation.

She knows the waiting is part of the game. It heightens the desire and makes the end object sweeter. She knows that is why he uses it, and that he uses it well. Nevertheless, she begins to squirm against the ropes, thinking about, yearning for, what is to come.

But she must wait.

If you have been reading this blog, you have probably noticed a change lately. Master wants me to write more about the lifestyle. I have been trying to do that, and in the process I have found myself writing more fiction with bdsm undertones. I know Master would like to see more erotica from me, so I will try to do that as well.

As I have mentioned earlier, I am finding writing fiction very difficult. I will not be writing only fiction here, however. Sometimes I will write my thoughts and opinions as well. I do this for several reasons. First of all, I like to write that way. Second. When I post fiction I want it not to be some half-assed thing I threw together to meet my daily deadline. It may not always be good, but I want to feel I took my time on it, tried to make it the best I could. Therefore, I won’t be able to post fiction every day. Besides, I still want you to hear what I think about things.

I hope you enjoy the changes. But mostly, I hope you are pleased, Master. I only wish to please you.

(This is the first chapter of a story in my head. I will try to add to it daily at home and make frequent posts of it here if my Master approves.)

Chapter 1
When she first came to, all she was aware of was a slight mediciny smell and a pounding headache. As she lay in the dark, memories filtered back to her. Not full-fledged memories exactly, more like glimpses. Being grabbed, kicking, fighting, then the darkness.

The darkness. Where was she? She couldn’t quite think clearly. She sat up and immediately assaulted by a swimming sensation. She tried to fight it, but she lost and sunk into darkness once more.

When next she awoke, the headache was much less intense. She no longer detected the medicinal substance which she assumed had been used to knock her unconscience in the first place. Remembering her last try at getting up, she slowly eased herself into a sitting position. Her head again began to swim, but she closed her eyes, and it receded. She opened her eyes once more and tried to examine her surroundings.

The room she was in was not particularly large, perhaps 12 by 15 feet. From the small bed she was laying in she could see a wooden table with a couple of chairs, a dresser. High in the wall she saw several small windows that allowed the dim light in. There were three doors that led from this room. She hoped one of them would be a bathroom.

She carefully arose and went to the doors. The first one opened into a small closet. She was surprised to find clothing in her size there. Nothing fancy, but enough that she could change. She wondered if there was underwear in the dresser. Upon inspection, she saw there was. Another door opened to a bathroom that included a toilet, sink and a shower. The necessary toiletry items were there as well. Someone apparently meant for her to stay a while.

She didn’t know how long she had been out, but she closed the door to the bathroom to use the facilities. No lock, she noticed. While in the bathroom, she heard the creak of a door. She froze. Then she realized there was nothing she could do other than be prepared, so she stood, waiting for someone to come through the bathroom door.

No one did. By the sounds in the other room, someone put something on the table, then left. When she had waited what seemed to be a sufficient amount of time, she peaked out the door. No one was there. Apparently, whoever it was had left. But on the table that had been bare there was now a tray. She cautiously made her way to the table to inspect the contents.

There was a pitcher of water, a cup, and a pot of some steaming, broth-like liquid. She supposed if her stomach were not so queasy from the knock-out drug they’d used, she might have found it appetizing. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure anything left for her captures would be wise to ingest. She turned her attention to the third, heretofore unexplored door. As she expected, it was locked. Suddenly overcome with a weariness, she went back to the bed. Before she knew it, she was out once more.