Making Of Bambi Ch 01

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Chapter 1: Cheating and Chastity

Amaia sat across from Charlotte, staring blankly into her cup of coffee. Her heart was heavy and her mind was clouded with thoughts of Daniel's betrayal. She couldn't believe that after all they had been through, he would do something like this to her.

"I just don't know what to do," Amaia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love him so much, but how can I trust him again?"

Charlotte's eyes blazed with anger. "That bastard doesn't deserve your love," she said, her voice low and intense. "He's a liar and a cheat. You deserve better than that."

Amaia looked up at her friend, tears streaming down her face. "But what if it was just a mistake?" she said. "What if he really is sorry and wants to make things right?"

Charlotte shook her head. "Don't be foolish, Amaia. He knew exactly what he was doing. He made a choice to betray you, and that's not something you can just forget about."

Amaia nodded slowly, taking in her friend's words. She knew Charlotte was right, but it was hard to accept that the man she loved could be capable of such a thing.

After finishing their coffee, Charlotte walked Amaia home, making sure she was safely inside before turning to leave. As she walked away, her mind was already working on a plan to get revenge on Daniel for what he had done to her best friend.

She contacted a private investigator, determined to gather evidence of Daniel's infidelity. She wanted to make him pay for what he had done, and she was willing to go to great lengths to make it happen.

As she waited for the investigator's report, Charlotte couldn't help but think about how she could use the information to hurt Daniel. She knew it was petty and vindictive, but she didn't care. Amaia was her best friend, and she would do anything to protect her.

When the report finally came in, Charlotte smiled to herself. She had all the evidence she needed to ruin Daniel's reputation and make him pay for what he had done. And she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realised what she had done.

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Daniel Sung walked out of the bank, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had just finished a long day at work, and the last thing he wanted to deal with was drama from his personal life. He checked his phone and saw a missed call from Charlotte Bresford, Amaia's best friend. He called her back and she asked him to meet her at her office.

As he sat in Charlotte's office, his heart racing as she showed him the evidence of his infidelity. He had been foolish, thinking that he could get away with cheating on Amaia, but now it seemed that everything was falling apart. As Charlotte spoke, he could feel the weight of his mistake pressing down on him.

"I can't believe you would do this to Amaia," Charlotte said, her voice shaking with anger. "She trusted you, and you betrayed her."

Daniel's heart sank. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake, and now it was catching up with him. "Look, I know what I did was wrong, but please don't tell Amaia. I love her and I don't want to lose her."

Charlotte looked at him, unimpressed. "Love? You don't know what love is. Love is not hurting someone you care about."

Daniel hung his head in shame. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to sign a power of attorney to appoint me as your legal agent," Charlotte said. "Then I'll make all the evidence go away, and you'll never have to worry about Amaia finding out."

Daniel hesitated. He didn't want to give up his rights, but he also didn't want to lose everything. "What will you do with the power of attorney?" he asked.

"I'll hold onto it, just in case," Charlotte said with a sly smile. "You never know when you might need a friend in high places."

Daniel knew that he was being blackmailed, but he also knew that he had put himself in this situation. He sighed heavily and signed the document in front of a public notary. "Just please don't hurt Amaia," he pleaded.

Charlotte took the document and put it in her bag. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

As Daniel left Charlotte's office, he knew that he had made a deal with the devil. He just hoped that it wouldn't come back to haunt him.

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Many weeks later, Daniel got a text from Charlotte. As Daniel read the text, his heart started to race. He had been avoiding her ever since their last encounter, which he'd rather forget. He knew Charlotte was not someone to be messed with. But he also knew that he could not keep avoiding her forever. The text read, "Hey Daniel, it's been a while. How about you come over to my place this Friday evening for a few drinks? I have something to discuss with you." Daniel felt a shiver run down his spine. He was afraid of Charlotte, and he didn't want to find out what she wanted to discuss.

Friday came and he arrived at Charlotte's brownstone. She greeted him with a smile that made his knees weak. "Come on in, Daniel," she said as she led him into her living room. "I hope you like wine, I have a great bottle here." Daniel couldn't help but admire her house; it was huge, and he wondered where she got the money to afford it.

"Can I get you a drink?" Charlotte asked, her voice dripping with honey.

Daniel hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. "Sure, that sounds great."

As they talked, Charlotte's questions became more personal. She asked about his finances, his family, and his love life. Daniel tried to remain calm and not reveal too much, but he knew Charlotte could read him like a book. As Charlotte poured him another glass of wine, Daniel couldn't help but notice the way her outfit hugged her body in all the right places. He wondered if she was trying to seduce him, and if so, what she really wanted from him. The thought made him simultaneously excited and uneasy.

"Cheers," Charlotte said, holding up her glass.

"Cheers," Daniel replied, taking a sip.

But as he drank his glass of wine, he felt a sudden dizziness wash over him. He tried to ask Charlotte for help, but his words came out slurred and unintelligible. His vision began to fade to darkness, and he knew he was in trouble.

"What did you do to me?" he wanted to say before everything went black.

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As Daniel slowly opened his eyes, he immediately knew something was wrong. He was in a dark, musty room, and he was tied up. His wrists were bound tightly behind his back, and his torso and ankles were also securely fastened to a chair. Panic set in as he tried to free himself, but the ropes were too tight. He tried to yell for help, but his cries echoed back at him, unanswered.

As time passed, the darkness became suffocating, and he lost track of time. He began to wonder if he would ever see the light again. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, and his heart raced with hope. "Help!" he yelled, "Someone help me!"

The footsteps stopped, and the sound of a key turning in a lock filled the room. The door swung open, and a bright light flooded the room, blinding him. When his eyes adjusted, he saw a woman standing in front of him. The woman standing in front of Daniel was a striking figure. Her leather attire hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her toned physique. Her jet-black hair was pulled back tightly into a sleek ponytail, revealing her sharp cheekbones and full, ruby-red lips. Her eyes were piercing, a deep shade of emerald green, seemed to flicker with a hint of danger and looked straight into his soul.

She wore a tight-fitting leather bodice that accentuated her ample bosom, and a pair of black leather gloves that extended past her elbows. A leather thong, studded with silver, adorned her hips, showcasing her toned, tanned legs. Black leather boots, with a sharp stiletto heel, reached up to her thighs, completing her look.

As she stood there, with her riding crop in hand, the woman exuded a sense of power and authority that was impossible to ignore. Her every movement was calculated and deliberate, as if she was always in control, always watching, always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Daniel couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he looked up at her, bound and helpless in her presence.

"Welcome, Daniel," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You will address me as Mistress, and you are here to be trained."

"What? Who are you?" Daniel asked, struggling against his restraints.

"You will address me as Mistress," she said, cracking her whip in the air. "And you will do as I say."

Daniel felt a sudden sting on his cheek as Mistress' crop hit him. "Now, now, Daniel, that's not how you speak to your Mistress."

"Please, please, let me go!" Daniel begged, tears welling up in his eyes.

Mistress ignored his pleas and walked over to him. With a predatory grace, she circled around him, examining him like a piece of meat. She ran her fingers along his arms, his chest, and his thighs, feeling his muscles and tendons. She pressed her body against his, her curves brushing against him, and he could feel the heat of her breath on his neck. His cock responded and began to grow.

Without warning, she gripped his erect cock and measured it with her fingers, a smirk forming on her lips. "A pathetic 4 inches," she said, shaking her head in disappointment. "You couldn't satisfy any woman with that."

Daniel's face turned bright red at her comment and he continued struggling and cursing, but the woman merely laughed, finding his resistance amusing. She reached for a bag of ice and placed it on his genitals, causing him to flinch and whimper as his pathetic erection disappeared. Then, she produced a stainless steel chastity cage.

"Please, no!" he begged, his voice hoarse with fear and humiliation. Mistress took his flaccid member in her hand and expertly slid the cage over it, locking it in place with a satisfying click. Daniel felt a rush of panic and humiliation wash over him. He was trapped, unable to get hard, unable to experience pleasure, rendering him completely powerless and at her mercy.

Daniel thrashed and screamed, but she was unyielding, using her crop to silence him. When that did not work, the woman produced a collar, which she locked around his neck. Daniel couldn't help but feel like a dog, and the thought made him sick.

Mistress reached for a remote control on a nearby table. "Let me show you how this works," she said with a smile, pressing a button on the remote.

Daniel's body convulsed with the shock, a loud yelp escaping his lips. His muscles twitched uncontrollably, and he felt like he was on fire. Mistress continued to shock him at regular intervals, and Daniel felt like he was losing his mind.

"Stop! Please, stop!" he begged, tears streaming down his face.

Mistress merely laughed, continuing to press the button on the remote. Daniel could feel his body weakening, his mind fogging over as the shocks continued to pulse through him.

Finally, the shocks ceased, and Daniel slumped forward, gasping for breath. Mistress reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"You belong to me now, Daniel," she said, her voice low and menacing. "And if you ever disobey me again, you will regret it. Just so you know, the shock you just received was on the first setting. The settings go all the way up to 10. From my experience, slaves tend to pass out by setting 5. I've never had to use the maximum so I really don't know what it'll do to you."

Daniel could only nod, his body shaking with fear and pain. He knew that he was in for a long, terrifying ordeal, and he could only hope that he would survive it.

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