The car bounced over the uneven road. I had been driving for 4 hours and was to the point where I needed to stretch my leg. The tedium of the drive was starting to get to me. It was just coming up on 5pm and the first tellings of twilight were beginning to show.
I wasn't taking the straight route to home; I delayed a bit to head into the mountains. I reached behind me and to the side to tap my hand against my suitcase. My prize was there. Not hearing any response, I felt around to where the zippers met and put my finger over the hole between them. Within a couple of seconds I could hear panic noises in the earbud in my left ear, and, straining with my right, could hear small shuffling movements.
I grinned and removed my finger. I unmuted myself and said in a soothing voice, "Don't worry Chloe, we're almost to where we need to go." I wanted to get setup before true dark. We were only 10 minutes out, I knew.
I was on public land, but far off the beaten path. I eventually pulled to a stop and got out of the car then started pulling gear out of the hatchback; I was only moving another 150 yards off the road into the forest. I pulled out my tent, my cooler, my bag and sleeping bag, and eventually, I grabbed my suitcase and started rolling it out to my campsite.
I left the suitcase standing up while I set up the tent. It was spacious, technically it could sleep 7 comfortably. Tonight, it was just going to sleep me comfortably, with a plus-one who wouldn't be enjoying herself.
The tent was tacked down and I got out the larger stakes before saying "oops" and heading back to the car for my mallet. I wondered what was going through Chloe's head as she heard the loud ting, ting, ting of the mallet against the stakes. I wasn't looking forward to having to pull them out of the ground tomorrow, but I knew I would be grateful for them tonight.
Eventually, I was done and had a large stake with a loop at the top on each side of the tent. I grabbed the chain I had brought and hooked it to the stake on my right, then passed it through the tent, pulled it taught on the other side, and attached it to the other stake. I now had a chain running right through the middle of the tent at about knee height. Sure, it looked stupid, but it aint stupid if it works.
Finally, I got to my suitcase. It had been standing up on the periphery of my camp and I kicked it over to lay flat. I debated for a moment and decided it was getting a little too dark for my purposes, so I walked away to hang some lights around my site.
Finally, sufficiently lit, I rolled the suitcase over to one of the heavy-duty stakes and unzipped it. Chloe was in there, smelling of sweat. It wasn't a bad smell by any means, but it also wasn't a terribly pleasant one. I was actually impressed that there was no smell of piss when I lifted the lid. Chloe looked good. Sure, she was a mess, but she was mine. I owned her. And I take pride in my possessions.
The panties over her eyes had slipped some, she was able to half-look at me from her right eye. She couldn't open it all the way with the edge of her panties going right through the middle of her eyelid.
"Hi sunshine!" I said to her in the most cheerful tone imaginable. "I bet you're starting to get pretty stiff, huh? Let's get you out of those tight confines." I pulled her out of the suitcase and set her on her knees. She looked woozy. I couldn't blame her. She'd been shoved in a suitcase, pushing 5 hours, with a modified ball gag shoved in her mouth and her arms bound behind her back. I needed to get the restraints off of her so she could get some circulation back in her limbs.
With a shorter length of dog chain, I locked one side to the stake in front of her, then locked the other side to a collar. I held it in front of her eye so she could see it, then attached it around her neck.
"Do you want those panties off your face?" I asked with mock sincerity. I pulled them free and got my first good look in her eyes since I had decided I was going all the way with this. She was exhausted. Probably dehydrated. She couldn't decide if she needed to give me a venomous look or pass out.
"I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth, ok? Keep quiet, don't annoy me. Don't yell for help. We're miles away from anybody and it won't do you any good. I have some water and food here for you."
I got a small nod from Chloe; she really needed a reprieve from her ordeal. I unfastened the gag and listened to her cough as I took it out of her mouth, holding her head lovingly as though comforting a sick partner. When the coughs subsided and she had taken her first full breath of the afternoon, I held the water bottle up to her mouth and let her drink. I made her go slowly. I'm not a monster. I made her go slowly so that she wouldn't get cramps.
"I bet you need to pee, don't you?" I asked. I hoped she wasn't getting tired of our one-sided conversation.
Now she looked at me with venom, but resolutely kept her mouth closed.
I gave a dramatic sigh. "I know this is new and shocking to you. You were expecting to simply move into your new dorm and your new life today. As luck would have it, you do get to move into your new life today, it's just the one I have planned for you rather than one you planned for yourself.
"Here's how this new life works. I ask you something, you respond 'Yes, Sir,' or 'No, Sir.' I tell you to do something, you say 'yes, sir,' and then you do that thing. I do something to or for you, you say 'yes sir,' or 'thank you, sir.' Failure to comply with these rules results in consequences. You may also call me 'Master.' Now then, I ask again, I bet you need to pee, don't you?"
She continued to stare her defiance at me.
I let out a heavy sigh. I got up and strode back to my pack, pulling out a long skinning knife. Chloe had tried her best to pivot around her prison to keep me in sight and started frantically writhing when she saw what I was returning with. "Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes Sir! YES SIR!" she was practically screaming in the end. I returned my grin to my face.
"That wasn't so bad, was it? Hmm...how are you going to be able to relieve yourself?" I sat back on my haunches and struck a contemplative pose. "Ah!" I exclaimed as though a thought had just occurred to me. "I bet we can take care of some of the bindings on your legs so that you can get some relief."
I pushed her onto her back. Her legs still bound in a kneeling position pointed up towards the sky. Slowly, carefully, I started to slit the nylon wraps that bound her left leg. I did the same to her left and said, "It looks like there's still a problem here."
I undid the leather strap holding the harnesses at her right ankle along with the one at her thigh. "Come on now, let's stretch that leg out. There we go." When I pulled her leg straight, she gritted her teeth in pain. Her leg had been in that position for hours. After holding it out for a minute, I bent it back, straightened it again, bent it again, straightened it, bent it, and on the last round I re-connected the harness piece.
