Brookdale
The community of Brookdale is unique in so far as the normal accepted patterns
of behaviour do not apply. The town has been built up on the basis similar to
that of Stepford (The Stepford Wives novel) but, whereas Stepford was very much
an idea that was concealed from the outside world, Brookdale has evolved so that
outsiders are also aware of the premise that applies to the community.
Brookdale is a town where, except for certain individuals, the majority of the
women are openly subject to a regime dictated by the male population and are
required to comply obediently with any instruction issued by men or, in some
cases, of certain dominant females. The women of the town are under the
strictest of control and are subject to physical punishment at the behest of any
male.
The degree and nature of the control will be revealed as the tale progresses.
James Quentin had been in correspondence via an online relationship with a woman
called Becca Wilson for a period of time and, when she expressed the wish to
explore her submissive nature in a real life situation, he suggested that they
meet at Brookdale. Becca had agreed to the idea and he was now sat in a hotel
bedroom a short distance from the community of Brookdale, his laptop on the
table in front of him as he drafted out a set of instructions that he would
shortly transmit to Becca, so that when he arrived in Brookdale, she would be
ready to commence her real life experiences of submission to his dominant
nature.
The following details appeared upon the screen in front of him:
"Becca,
At noon tomorrow, you will meet me in the post office that I believe is situated
on the Main Street in Brookdale. You will be dressed in a light coloured summer
type dress with a full skirt and short sleeves, the dress will have a high
collar and will fasten from hem to collar with buttons down the front. Your
footwear will comprise white slip on shoes with a small heel. You will be naked
under the dress, wearing no underwear of any sort. You will carry a small black
holdall, which will contain several dresses, two/three skirts that can easily be
raised above your waist, your passport, the keys to your apartment and your car.
When I enter the post office, I will expect you to recognise me from the photo
that I have sent you. You will immediately come over and, in a voice loud
enough to be heard by any of the persons in the post office, I will expect you
to confirm your request for training from me, using a form of words that will
leave no doubt of your position.
Should you fail in any of these tasks, then I shall ignore you and simply end
the relationship."
After closing the message and sending it to Becca Wilson, James set off for his
journey to Brookdale.
Becca Wilson stared at the email from James one last time before standing and
going to her closet. It was one day away; she had already arranged to leave her
job for an extended time. The route to Brookdale was planned, her passport was
ready and sitting next to the small black case she had bought the day before.
Becca had always been very thorough in what ever she did.
The next morning she set out. Inside the black case was now everything she had
been instructed to bring. The small assortment of skirts and dresses were light
fabric and full, they would lift even if she twirled let alone if they were
lifted. Becca was rather proud of herself for her courage and it was this
feeling that kept her moving. As she pulled into Brookdale she wore a thin
cotton dress, pale violet with pastel flowers scattered across it. It buttoned
neatly at her throat and fully down the front to the hem, which ended at mid
calf. She had stood for a few minutes in front of the full-length mirror in her
bedroom and admired her form before her departure. Her nipples had been hard
from arousal and the darker tone of her nubs as well as areola was slightly
visible through the fabric. She wore no bra or panties as instructed and the
light breeze that brushed her legs from the open window of her old car was felt
on her bare sex.
Arriving in Brookdale at 9.0am, James parked his car outside the real estate
office that he had contacted earlier in the preceding week and collected the
keys to a fully furnished property situated some five minutes walk from the Main
Street. He sat in his car and again examined the details of the house. It was
a two storey detached house with the normal ground floor layout of kitchen,
utility room, lounge, dining area and a bathroom, whilst upstairs was an
en-suite master bedroom and two small bedrooms.
Driving the short distance to the house, James parked his Mercedes in the garage
and unlocked the front door. A quick inspection of the interior revealed that
the accommodation was as described, and he carried in two suitcases from the
trunk of his car to the master bedroom, before parking it in the garage. James
unpacked the cases, and changed into a pair of black trousers and an open neck
black shirt. He then decided to explore the full basement playroom area.
However, this was not a children's' playroom, but one fitted out in more exotic
taste. The walls were lined with floor to ceiling closets, the mirror doors
giving an impression of even greater size. The closets contained all manner of
implements for use in the punishment and domination of a human being, including
whips, leather crops, slim canes of willow, lengths of whalebone, wooden and
leather paddles, dildos, cattle prods, enema and surgical instruments etc.
Situated at strategic points in the ceiling and timber floor were short lengths
of chain ending in d clips, the length being controlled by remote controlled
hoists. In addition, there was a height adjustable timber sawhorse, with a
padded leather top, a vertical square metal frame with metal rings secured at
various points around the perimeter and a trolley type metal gynaecological
table set against one of the walls. Also set against one wall was a steel
barred cage, the size of which could be adjusted to suit any requirements by
simply moving the barred sections.
Off to the side of the basement was a fully tiled bathroom area containing a
double shower unit, a large bathtub, a toilet cubicle and a bidet all in
gleaming white enamel that sparkled in the light from the concealed lighting in
the ceiling.
Depending upon one's viewpoint, it would be better described as a dungeon,
rather than a playroom basement. A playroom for those of a dominant nature and
a dungeon for one with a submissive outlook. ~ But this was to be explored
later!! ~ James mused, as he walked out of the house and down the Main Street
towards the post office. It was now just 5 minutes before noon and he wondered
if Becca Wilson had kept her assignation.
Pulling up to a parking space in front of the post office, Becca sat and took
deep breath. She was determined to do this. The emails exchanged had so far
been extremely exciting for her and only cemented what she wanted in her mind.
With the final exchange there had been a surge of excitement, eagerness to live
out, what till now had been a fantasy. Exiting the car, she locked it up and
placed the key chain, which held her apartment keys, into the black case and
headed for the entrance of the post office.
Becca milled around inside the large foyer of the outlet, trying not to seem
nervous. A quick scan had told her that James had not yet arrived. The words
she intended to say were running around in her head so that she would not forget
them. They were planned with the intention to please him, to ensure he would
accept her and give her the training she desired.
As James opened the door of the post office, he heard the soft tinkle of a bell
and saw that there were two male customers in their mid-twenties browsing
through some magazines, and the woman post office clerk who looked to be in her
early fifties was sat behind the metal grille.
The small bell over the door jingled and Becca turned quickly to look at who
ever entered. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she held the bag in front
of her. The white slip on sandals she had chosen clicked loudly to her ears.
Her long dark hair, loose, fell neatly back into place on her shoulders as her
expectant crystal blue eyes fell to the figure at the door. ~ It's him . . . ~
She thought quickly and almost gasped.
James spotted Becca as she waited for him to acknowledge her presence, her
excited state obvious to his eyes as the thin material of her lilac dress failed
to adequately conceal the stiff nubs of her nipples. He saw the black bag
clutched in her hands before her, as she stood with her back to a display stand
of confectionery, looking towards the door. He saw the expectant expression,
her hair framing her face as the look of recognition appeared in her sparkling
blue eyes.
James's thin lips pursed into a smile in a manner reminiscent of the smile on
the wolf as he greeted Red Riding Hood. ~ So my dear, you have kept to the
arrangement and, from the looks of things, you are eager to commence ~. With a
brief nod of his head, James waited for her to obey his instructions.
Her heart was beating hard in her chest as she saw the smile on his face. Becca
stood a moment longer after his initial nod. She was steeling herself against
the nervous flutters, to do as instructed. Her mouth felt dry and for a split
second her thoughts went blank.
Determination won out over the first shock of seeing him standing there waiting
for her to speak. James looked handsome and powerful, as he was dressed, the
black shirt and pants adding to the feeling he emitted with the smile he had
given her. Slowly, Becca stepped forward until she stood a foot or two from
Robert.
"Good day Sir. I hope I please you with my appearance as you had instructed."
It was off from what she had intended to say but the fact she had broken the
silence kept her lips moving, gaining volume in hopes of pleasing him. Becca's
cheeks were already flaming as she felt eyes on her. "I wish to serve you Sir,
in hopes that you will train me to be one who pleases as you so desire. I am
eager to learn in your possession and offer myself as humbly as possible for
whatever you wish." Her eyes were wide, holding his gaze until she caught
herself and lowered it while keeping her head high. Becca was fighting to keep
control of herself, her breasts felt as if they were swelling with every breath
she took. She had not anticipated such arousal at
uttering what had originally seemed like simple phrases, especially in front of
others.
With her gaze still lowered she darted her eyes from side to side, witnessing
the way she was being observed by the other people present. Becca stole a
furtive glance up to the man she hoped to call Master. "It is my deepest desire
to please you." she said, her voice softer than before but still seeming to echo
loudly in her ears around the post office. She was looking for reward for her
efforts and quickly looked back at the floor just in front of James's feet, a
slight grin playing around her lips in anticipation.
On hearing Becca's words, James stood looking intently into her eyes and, in an
even voice that gave no hint of the import of his words, he said in a voice able
to be heard by the interested onlookers.
"I will now test whether the sentiments just expressed by your words, can be
translated into a willingness to obey every instruction to the letter and
without delay. Becca, I wish you to clasp your hands behind your neck, making
sure that you thrust out your breasts so that all present in this store can see
your nipples pressing out
through the thin material of your dress. You will then repeat the request that
you have just made, only this time you will say it whilst on your knees before
me. In addition, I shall expect you to use the most graphic terminology of what
you are offering, so that
there is no doubt in your mind nor any listener's ears, that you are indeed
begging to become my slave-in-training."
James stood waiting for Becca's reaction to his demand that she debase herself
in front of complete strangers.
Becca stared at James as he gave her further instructions, her eyes widening
slightly. At the same moment as she felt her embarrassment at just the idea
grow, she felt her arousal move to a new level. She hesitated as her eyes once
again darted around the post office. The looks she felt were obvious curiosity
but Becca felt it was not exactly surprised curiosity.
Swallowing hard, Becca lowered her bag to the floor and straightened as she
brought her hands to the back of her neck under her hair. Her eyes lowered as
she brought herself carefully to her knees, closer to James's feet. Her lips
parted slightly as she moved, her chest heaving, straining at the confines of
her dress. The fabric rubbed at her nipples as they protruded eagerly through
the light material. With her back arching, Becca pulled the words from her now
dry throat.
"Sir, I kneel before you with the desire to do all that you want with me and my
body . . . My need to be trained as a slave in your possession is strong. . ."
It was hard for Becca to find graphic words to use but her eagerness to please
him was already strong and pushed her on. "Every hole in my body waits to be
yours, to be entered and taken, used for your pleasure alone. My throat craves
to feel the circle of your collar. My back aches to be lashed for your
enjoyment or to feel your just punishments." Becca's eyes stared intently at
the floor in front of James's feet. Her voice came strong, more so than she'd
ever thought, especially with others watching.
Becca's hands remained tightly interlocked under her hair and she could feel the
heat radiating from her skin there. Still not raising her eyes she spoke again,
only softer this time. "I have much to learn, Sir. But I hope you will choose
to accept my offer to serve you." Becca only waited then, eager to hear if she
pleased him, again looking for some reward for her efforts.
James listened to Becca's litany of submissive desires from her kneeling
position and, after smiling at the other patrons of the post office, he
instructed her to rise.
"Your words expressing the wish to please me meet with my approval and I can see
from your actions that you have an inherent wish to explore the side of your
character that you have previously hidden from view." James's eyes travelled to
where they viewed Becca's obvious excited state as evidenced by her erect nubs
pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. ~ does she also display such
arousal in that secret place between her legs? ~ he pondered.
"This may be a convenient opportunity for you to sign the contract that I have
prepared for you and then you may request that it be witnessed by the these kind
people." James said, as he removed the document from the pocket of his shirt.
He handed the contract to Becca and, as he did with a wry smile crossing his
sallow features, he said. "Oh, you may as well read the contents out to our
fellow customers and staff so that they are fully aware of what the nature of
the conditions are that you are agreeing to. Make sure that you speak clearly
and with sincerity."
The white sheets of paper contained the following words:
'I, Becca Wilson, who will henceforth in this document be referred to as slave,
being of sound body and mind, do hereby submit my complete self to become a
slave in the full care and control of James Quentin who henceforth in this
document will be referred to as Master.
It is accepted that I will abide by the following conditions, that may be
amended or altered at will by Master, in the full realisation that i will retain
no rights to refuse any order or instruction from Master or anyone he appoints
to act on his behalf.
CONDITIONS
1. i will serve, obey and please James Quentin whom I will always address as
Master.
2 i will always refer to myself, Becca Wilson as slave for I am nothing more
than an object, an instrument to be used by my Master for his pleasures.
3. my body and mind is the property of my Master.
4. i must be specific in my speech.
5 i will thank my Master for the discipline and punishments i receive,
specifying what i received and expressing the reason as to why i was given them.
6 my Master's desires must always be at the forefront of all my thoughts.
7 my eyes must be cast down in the presence of my Master.
8 my basic attire in private before my Master shall consist of only my collar
9 All clothing worn with permission of my Master will allow easy access to my
pussy, ass and breasts. The clothing will emphasize my assets.
10. i must remove my clothing in a way that demonstrates my complete submission
to my Master. - regardless of who may be present and despite where it is i am.
When i remove clothing from my body it must be folded neatly.
1. It will be my responsibility to carry out all normal chores including
cooking, washing, ironing and house cleaning.
12. i want my submission to my Master to feel natural and will work towards this
end with a continued effort to enforce this growing feeling inside of me.
13. i will always be ready to please my Master.
14. i must never reach orgasm without explicit permission from my Master.
Failure to receive properly asked for or received permission and i will endure
the punishment Master will put upon me
15. i will endure whatever pain my Master gives me when he disciplines or
punishes me so i can become a better slave for Him.
16. i am allowed to suggest ways to further my training or use of me as long as
i address my Master properly first.
17 i must always respond fully both physically and verbally to whatever my
Master does with me. Expressions are important to Him.
18. If i am wearing a dress or skirt and no panties and i am going to sit down -
i must sit on my bare skin - and do so gracefully whether i am in private or in
public.
19. i must never tighten my body when it is being whipped, caned, cropped,
slapped, paddled, belted, strapped, spanked, whipped, or anally or vaginally
used. My Master likes it when my flesh jiggles.
Signed .......................................
Becca Wilson
Witnessed...........................................................
Witnessed............................................................'
As James stood waiting for Becca to obey his instruction and commence reading
the contract out to the gathered people, he ordered the girl to return to her
knees.
"It will reinforce your feeling of submission to me if the requirements of the
contract are read out, with your body in a position more in keeping with your
new status in life."
~ This is how to commence a relationship with a new slave, first the verbal and
mental displays of submission, and then move onto the physical and more obvious
signs of her subjugation. ~
