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Crystal Control

Chapter 11

Fran’s quick departure, though unexpected, actually works for me. I have someone else that needs my attention. After a shower and getting dressed, I pour myself a bowl of cereal and go to my office and fire up my laptop. I had installed close circuit cameras in the room for just such an occasion. Mrs. Frost is right were I left her, feet tied, hands cuffed and over her head.

She obviously spent much of her night crying, but not she was squirming around her bed. I link up with her mind and find out that she hasn’t gone to the bathroom in over twelve hours and is about to burst. I’m impressed that she’s hung on this long.

I fire up the voice scrambler installed on my computer, I didn’t want her to know who her captor was yet. I also turned on a microphone hidden in her room so we could communicate.

“Mrs. Frost” I say into the microphone “hope you slept well last night.”

“WHO ARE YOU” she screams back “LET ME GO THIS INSTANT, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE.”

“Mrs. Frost” I continue “there is no reason to shout, I can hear you just fine. Who am I? You may call me Master”

“Like Hell Will I Call You Master, You Bastard” she yells back.

“You appear to be very uncomfortable, I imagine your bladder is about to burst if you don’t get to the bathroom soon”

“Yes you bastard, I need to pee very badly. Come in here and untie me so I can go to the bathroom, NOW!!” she demands.

“Tsk, Tsk, Mrs. Frost, is that anyway to ask? I know you’re used to getting your way, but that is something that has changed, so I think you can stay there until you learn to ask nicely. And if you wet your bed, then you’ll stay there even longer.”

“GOD DAM YOU!!! I’ll kill you when I get out of here” she is clearly frustrated.

I decide not to respond. I just continue eating my breakfast and watching her; another four or five minutes when she gives in.

“Hello, are you still there?” she asks first.

“Yes, I am still here” is all I say.

“Please, could you come and untie me so I can relieve myself?” she asks.

“That is much better Mrs. Frost, but not quite right yet” I inform her.

“What do you mean, I asked nicely?” she pleads.

“You know what you must say”

“Aaarrgghhh! Alright. Master, could you please untie me so I may go to the bathroom?”

“Very good slave, I will be there shortly”

I figure I better hurry before she looses control of her bladder. On the way down I grab an old Bill Clinton mask I had left over from a party last year. When I get to her door, first I link with her mind and tell it not to recognize my voice, and then I put the mask on and enter.

I see nothing but pure hatred in her eyes once I enter the room. “Before I release you, I want to warn you against trying anything funny for your own good. There is no way out of here and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt, yet” I let the words hang with the obvious threat.

“Master, I promise I will not try anything funny, but I really need to pee, I can’t hold it much longer” she informs me. I untie her feet and un-cuff her hands and point her towards the bathroom. She is really stiff from being in the same position all night, but she hobbles into the bathroom as quickly as she can and dropping her panties and sitting on the toilet. “Aaaaahhhhhhhh!” she says as she’s finally able to release her bladder.

While she is relieving herself, I step outside to a shelf just outside her door where I have a towel and some toiletries for her. As I reenter the room, she is just finishing, flushing the toilet and standing and looking at me.

I hand her the towel and the bag of toiletries and tell her to take a shower and freshen up. I sit and wait for her. About forty five minutes later, she comes out of the bathroom. I included some makeup as well in the bag, which she chose to use some of. All in all she didn’t look to bad, but I imagine her clothes were starting to smell since she only had the ones she had when she got here.

“So what’s next?” she asks me, I can see in her eyes she’s looking for a way out.

“Well you have two choices at this point. One, you can strip out of your clothes so I can wash them and I won’t tie you back up on the bed or two, you keep wearing those stinky clothes, and I’ll tie you back up like you were last night.”

“YOU FUCKER!!” she spits at me “What kind of a perverted pig are you? I won’t take off my clothes for you!”

“Suit yourself” I tell her, rising up I head towards her “if you’d lie down on the bed, I’ll get you tied up again.”

“WAIT” she realizes I’m not bluffing “ok, ok, I’ll, I’ll …shit I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’ll take my clothes off.”

“Very good” I tell her as I sit down to wait. I can see the wheels turning in her head though. After a few seconds of thinking about it, she turns towards the bathroom.”

“NO!” I stop her “you’ll strip out here where I can watch you.”

“God, you really are a pig” insulting me again. But then she starts to undress. Soon she is standing naked in front me, trying to cover her self with her hands.

“Lower your hands” I firmly tell her “Wow you have a really hairy cunt, we’ll have to do something about that later. Nice tits though, bigger than I thought they be, firmer too” as I reach out a cup them in my hands “huge nipples too, very impressive. Now turn around.”

“Bastard” is all she says as she faces away from me.

“Surprisingly nice ass too, a little skinny but all in all nice. Now, I need you to go back into the bathroom and grab your towel and everything that was in the bag and bring them too me.”

She complies with my wishes and returns with everything. I use the wet towel to wrap up her clothes and after grabbing her shoes I turn to leave.

“Hey” she says “when do I get something to eat, I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday.”

“I don’t know, I suppose when you learn to ask nicely” I tell her.

“Master, may I please have some breakfast” she asks, with a little sarcasm in her voice, but I’m willing to overlook that.

“Yes slave, I will return shortly with some food” I tell her as I shut the door. I hear her run to the door and try to open it, but it is locked. She pounds a couple of time on the door and then goes to her bed and cries some more.

A little while later I return with a bowl of oatmeal, some eggs and toast and a paper cup and some OJ on a tray. I open her door and enter. She is on the bed still, now in the fetal position using the pillow to cover and comfort herself.

I set the food down on the table and sit in the chair and wait for her. At first she doesn’t move, but soon the smell of the food fills the room. Hunger overtakes her, and so she rises from the bed, leaving the pillow and walks over to the table. She is obviously very hungry.

She surveys the food, then notices there is no silverware “there is no silverware, how am I supposed to eat with out a spoon or fork.”

“You haven’t earned the right to have silverware yet, you will have to make do without” I inform her.

She then looks at me and says “Master may I please have some silverware?”

“No, I told you, you haven’t earned the right to have silverware yet.”

She looks down and then back up at me and asks “Master may I have the chair to sit on while I eat my breakfast?”

“No, until you learn your place, you will sit on the floor in my presence” I tell her forcefully.

Now the little spoiled girl in her comes out. She stomps her feet a couple times and whines “it’s not fair, what did I ever do to you, to make you want to treat me this way?”

I reply “what you did is treat me like any other man in your life; you treated us all like shit! You used your daddy’s wealth when you were a child to get whatever you wanted. But it was never enough, you always had to have more. You dated weak spineless men because they too would give you whatever you wanted. You hated stronger men, because they wouldn’t. Then as an adult you became a teacher, so you could boss teen boys around, you abused your authority to grind anyone you could under your thumb. I just happen to be one that you tried that on.

And as it turns out I have the ways and means to stop you, so here we are.” I felt good at letting her have it.

She was speechless for a minute; her wheels are spinning in her head though trying to figure out how I knew all that about her. Then she says “you know you’re never going to get away with this, my husband is an important man and he’ll have the cops looking for me. And when they find you, me I’m going to tell them all the horrible things you’ve done to me.”

I laughed out loud at this “Lady, no one is looking for you. As far as he is concerned, your family too, is that you had a nervous breakdown Friday, due to drug and alcohol abuse and now are in an institution in Colorado to hopefully recover. Monday, he is going to call the school and let them know you’ll be gone for quite awhile and that they need to find a temp for you. And as far as the terrible things I’ve done to you, we’re only getting started.”

At that she started crying again. So I respond “oh quit your bawling and eat your breakfast or I’ll take it and throw it away.” Her crying reduces to a few sniffles as she grabs the breakfast and sits on the floor. She struggles a little trying to find a dignified yet comfortable way to sit, she finally settles on her ass with her legs folded to one side.

First she attacks the oatmeal, tipping the bowl up and basically drinking it from the bowl. This proves to be a little more difficult than she thought since the oatmeal is thick. She gets most of it out by using her fingers to help scoop it out. She manages to get some on her face and of course on her fingers. “Can I have a napkin or something” she asks.

“No” I tell her, but scoot closer until I’m right next to her. “Give me your hand” I command her. She tentatively reaches out with her hand with oatmeal covered hands. I grab her hand and pull it towards my mouth. She tries to pull back, but I give her hand just a hard enough squeeze to let her know that is not acceptable; she relents and let’s me put one of her digits in my mouth, licking and sucking the oatmeal off it.

As I finish with the first one she whispers “why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I can” is all I tell her as I begin cleaning the next finger. After cleaning her fingers I release her hand and bend down and start cleaning her face. The oatmeal here is a little saltier due to her tears. I am pleasantly surprised she doesn’t react to me doing this, but she doesn’t move or say anything as I clean her face with my tongue.

When I’m finished, I lean back waiting for her to eat the rest of her breakfast of eggs and toast. Using the toast, she makes herself and egg sandwich and begins eating the rest. I left the yokes runny, and when she takes a bite in the middle of the sandwich, she busts the yoke and some drips down onto her right tit. She moves to clean it with her finger, but I stop her “leave it” I command.

I allow her to finish the rest of the sandwich and drink her OJ. Then I tell her to stand. I come close to her; she knows what’s coming next. I bend over and lick the yolk from her breast. Since it dripped near her very erect nipple, I decide to move to that and I take it into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it for a bit. She let’s a small moan escape under her breath, but then bites her lip as I finish with her nipple.

I then return to the chair leaving her standing there. After a minute she asks if it’d be ok to sit on the bed. I agree by nodding to the bed. We both sit there for awhile not saying a word to each other. Finally the silence is killing her and so she asks “what’s next, I suppose you’re going to rape me or something.”

“At some point, maybe” I reply “depends on how you behave. I was just thinking about your punishment.”

“Punishment for what?” she asks crossly.

“Well, for starters for the disrespectful way you’ve talked to me this morning, but mostly for not calling you Master on several occasions.” I had thought about letting it slide this time, but decided she needs to learn and no time like the present.

“YOU ASS!” she vehemently yells at me “You’ll never be my Master” she nearly spits the word at me. “I only called you that earlier because I had too.”

“Not only will you call me Master” I tell her as I stand up and reach for the door “but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll gladly do anything I tell you to do.” With that I walk out shutting and locking the door behind me.

I decide to head into town to pickup some supplies that I’ll need for later.