Denise

*** Chapter 20, Obsession

Jake had slept in Amsterdam and woken in New York State.

His stay in the cellar in Holland had caused him to lose all track of night and day so there was no jet lag, just the tiredness due to the drugs that had made him sleep throughout the whole of his trip. He awoke in a cell with a window through which the daylight streamed with the early morning light.

He blinked and shook his head, his eyes streaming from the unaccustomed amount of light. He found that he was clothed in a loose shift and had no chains binding him. A hope coursed through his nerves as he thought that this might be rescue. As he looked at his room he realised that it was not to be.

Bars on the windows and a cell door that looked as though it was solid steel. But, he was not bound or held in any way. With a careful turn of his body he lowered his legs to the floor. He had not stood for a long while and his legs shook as he put his weight on them.

His legs had the faint lines of the last caning from Gudrun, but they were faint lines that were fading away.

On the other side of the small bare room he saw a table with food on it and underneath a deep metal bowl for a toilet. The walk of just a few steps were made with the uncertain steps of a small child as he went to the table and ate it bare.

Salad, ham and bread were gone in just a couple of minutes leaving him bloated but full. He tried to touch his toes but did not make it so he struggled back to the low bed and sat on the edge of it. Now that he had time to take in his surroundings he could take in the pictures on the walls.

Every one of the many pictures was of Joan. In each she was smiling and holding one hand out to him. A hand with a gauzy red laced glove reached towards him in greeting. Not knowing what to make of the pictures he guessed that he was a captive of his wife, but the glove?

Once again he tried to stand.

Looking from the window he could see a courtyard with many doors. A bright red sports car stood in the middle and barred windows looked out from all the walls. As he watched he saw a young woman in a leather skirt and jacket climb into the car and roar out of sight.

The door to his cell opened with a clang.

Turning to look Jake saw what he took to be a nurse enter his cell. She was perhaps thirty and not unattractive. Her white cotton coat and skirt made him almost blink with its brightness. On one hand she had a red lace glove, the other had a black leather glove and was holding a wicked looking cane.

"Stand straight,” said the nurse.

Jake stood straight, swaying slightly as he did so. It was clear that he could not overpower this woman in his weakened state. Slapping the cane on her thigh she held her red gloved hand up.

"I shall explain just once slave. This is for pleasure. If you do well and obey without question you will be rewarded. On the other hand,” she smiled at the quip. "The black glove is punishment. If you need to be chastised then I shall do more than mark you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss,” he replied.

With a few steps she was directly before him.

"Mistress!" she said and moved the cane so fast that he could not react.

The blow caught his thigh with a sharp crack making Jake collapse in a heap on the floor. "All lessons have to be learned fast here,” she said. "If you need to be told twice then the punishment will be doubled each time."

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small camera. "Stand still,” she ordered. Jake slowly stood on shaking legs. "Open your legs,” he shuffled his legs until they were wide.

The nurse couched down and photographed his groin. With one hand she held him steady as she worked. After a few clicks of the shutter she lifted his prick and photographed his balls.

"Face the wall!”

He turned and took up the same position against the wall and again opened his legs wide. Once again she took photographs of his prick. The nurse manhandled him and made him open the cheeks of his buttocks before shooting some more pictures.

"That's good. Now on the bed face up,” she ordered.

He lay on the bed as ordered expecting more photos but she rearranged the pillow to lift his head. Then with her red gloved hand she began to work on him. When he was fully erect se took a few more photos before settling into a regular rhythm. The black gloved hand held the crop ready whilst he could see the red gloved hand sliding the length of his straining cock. He shuffled a little as her knee pressed into his thigh. Suddenly the hand stopped pumping him and the cane stuck his erect prick a sharp blow.

"I did not tell you to move slave,” she said as she looked down at his now limp organ.

"The next lesson is that you obey orders and do nothing else."

"I understand Mistress,” he said.

Indeed he did.

Pain and pleasure.

"You are to take plenty of exercise. You will eat all that is put before you and you will make sure that you empty your bowels twice a day. I shall be back in two hours. In that time you will exercise and then be ready for more training."

The door slammed as she left and the sounds of the turning of the locks persuaded him that he was truly incarcerated.

Jake attempted to do some push-ups.

After just five he could not summon enough strength to lift himself again. His arms trembled with the strain as he lay trying to raise himself by sheer will power. He knew that he had to get the exercise.

If he was going to try to escape he would need every ounce of strength. After a minute he stood on his shaking legs and decided to run on the spot. It lasted just five minutes before he collapsed on the bed a wreck. He wondered why he had to train for them.

What did they have in mind?

Something to do with sex, that was sure, but what?

He had no plan to escape except that he had noticed that his window was a mere two yards over the courtyard. But the bars, they were thick and well seated in the concrete of the windowsill. How could they be bent? Jake looked at the bars and inspected them carefully. They were truly solid and did not ring when struck. Then he looked at the contents of his cell and considered each item separately and then in combination with the others.

A bed with a single sheet.

The bed was like a hospital bed, made of tubes of metal and screwed to the floor. The table was likewise screwed down with strong bolts set in the tiled floor. On the table was a metal tray on which the food had been brought and a jug with water in it. Otherwise there were just the pictures on the walls and the nails that held them in place.

As he once again tried to run on the spot he ran again over the list. A plan began to form in his mind that just might work. But he had to be fitter. He judged that it would take a day or two before he was ready to run.

Somehow he had to stay in this cell for those two days and make sure that they did not transfer him. Then at night he would make his break. A sudden thought assailed him.

Where on earth was he?

He could be anywhere.

Once again he looked out of the window. The car, its number-plates would tell him. Of course he had not thought to look at them earlier but now he had a way. Then there was the woman's accent. It had been American he decided. Of course that proved nothing but it was a clue. Fifty-fifty America, he decided all bets are off for the moment.

The door opened to let in his nurse.

She smiled as he made a little bow and greeted her. "I am ready Mistress."

"Good boy,” she said as she entered. "Stand still."

Jake stopped jogging on the spot and stood straight but looked at the floor. She had fine legs he noticed and the white stilettos made her calves shapely and attractive.

She lifted his gown and considered his erection. "Now you can have the rest of your reward,” she said in a sweet voice.

Gripping him firmly she started to slide her red glove up and down over his straining prick. Jake stood still and watched her manipulate him. He almost came when another woman entered the cell.

She was dressed in a pink maid's uniform that allowed her small breasts to peek over the top. Startled he looked up at her to notice that she had another tray of food. As he looked the cane struck the side of his face a sharp blow and the hand was withdrawn from his straining cock.

"Full concentration is required,” said the nurse as the smarting brought a tear to his eye. "You will never get satisfaction if you do not attend to the lesson."

Jake nodded and said. "I apologise Mistress. I have much to learn."

The cane struck again. "I decide how much you have to learn. Impertinence gets punished as does any other breach of the rules.”

She stroked his cheek with the red gloved hand and held it momentarily before his eyes. Jake felt his prick harden again at the gentle touch of the lace and bowed his head.

"That's better,” she said as she lowered her hand to his organ.

The lace felt slightly scatchy as it caressed him and began once more to bring him to a state of excitement. "Repeat after me,” said the woman in white.

"Red is pleasure,” she started.

He repeated the phrase adding the obligatory 'Mistress'.

"Black is pain,” she continued.

"Black is pain Mistress."

"Good. Now listen. You will chant that whenever you are training or exercising. It is your Mantra. Black is pain, red is pleasure."

"Yes Mistress."

Jake started to chant the words as he was gently brought to orgasm. He watched the red glove hum up and down his cock with a steady rhythm. Suddenly he ejaculated. The spurt spilt over her glove and onto the tiles.

"You will warn me in future when you are about to come,” she said.

With the crop she pointed at the floor. The meaning was clear, Jake knelt and lapped up the liquid from the floor. A single cut of the crop on his rear reinforced the point. His tongue coursed over the tiles and then stopped. A small drop of his come had spilt on her white shoes. He briefly pondered whether that too had to be cleaned.

"May I clean your shoe Mistress,” he asked without looking up.

"You may,” she said and watched his tongue briefly remove the droplet.

Jake remained kneeling.

He sensed that to stand was to invite the black clad hand into action. With a click of her heels his mistress left the room and locked the door. From his position Jake could see that there was room under the bed to hide.

He stood and considered the food.

Cheese and bread with leaves of limp lettuce lay on the tray. The peephole to the door was open so he ate the food and used the pot. A further twenty minutes spent jogging on the spot whilst he loudly repeated the words that he had been ordered to say. He was sure to be watched he thought as he chanted.

No sense in inviting punishment.

From the hole in the door she could see his actions. With a smile she watched for five minutes knowing that he would never know when he was being spied on. A couple more days and he would be fit enough for the operation that had been organised.

A few more weeks after that and Jake would be only able to react sexually to the red glove and the black one need only be waved before his eyes to make him quake in fear. After the operation the course of drugs would ensure that the instruction would become nearly permanent.