To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 5
A slap on her butt woke Rhianna somewhat rudely. "Bathroom, then
breakfast," Anderson told her. She was surprised to find that he'd
already removed the chains between her cuffs. She was slightly
disoriented, but quickly remembered where she was and who she was
supposed to be. Her nudity in front of a strange man bothered her for a
few seconds, until she realized she'd been naked since the previous day
in front of him, and really for about a week, since she entered the
Kennel. Anderson was still in his pajama bottoms, seemingly just awake
himself.
She quickly took care of her bathroom needs, then headed out to the
kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast. For some reason, she thought, I
didn't expect to become a slave cook. The idea seemed funny to her and
she was smiling when she served Anderson his breakfast. He had gotten
the newspaper and was sitting at the table reading it as she served him.
"What's so funny, pet?" he asked her, setting aside the paper.
"Oh, sir, I wasn't expecting to have to cook so much. It's almost like
I'm you slave." She giggled.
"Come here, you," he said, grabbing her wrist. He sat her in his lap
and began eating breakfast. One hand held the fork, alternating bites
between her and himself. His other hand gently roamed over her body.
"I'm going to have to take care of some business this morning, so I'm
going to leave you here, tied up, of course. Later we'll go shopping
for your wardrobe for the party tonight."
"What kind of work do you do, sir?"
"I'm in the importing business. All sorts of things, but mostly art,
cultural pieces, things like that."
"That sounds interesting, I'd love to see your office." She didn't
think he'd take her there, but she did want to try and get him talking
about his work as much as she could.
"Well, I don't have much of an office really, except for here. I just
need to make the arrangements, sometimes handle delivery for picky
clients. I do most everything from here. Miracle of modern technology,"
he said, pointing to his computer. "That and the cell phone, and I
don't really need an office."
She asked more questions about his work, if he had any examples of
things he brought in, was anything interesting coming in soon. She
tried to sound interested and not interrogating. He didn't seem to
notice or care, but gave only vague answers to most of her inquiries.
Finally, smiling, he said, "I may need to gag you after all, what with
the third degree and all."
"I'm sorry sir, please forgive your - pet," she replied, trying to
appear contrite.
"That's okay." He reached up and pulled her head to his, kissing her
deeply. She felt him harden beneath her, but oddly enough, he did
nothing but kiss her. Then he motioned for her to get off his lap.
"Clean up in here, then come into the bathroom." He got up and headed
for the bedroom, leaving her in the kitchen.
After she finished, she went to the bathroom. Anderson was getting
towels out. Apparently he was planning on them both taking a shower. He
started the water, then unlocked her cuffs, leaving her completely
naked. "After you," he said. She went into the shower and stood under
the spray. It felt good to be taking a nice hot shower. Anderson came
in behind her, so she moved out of the way.
Trying to imagine what a submissive might do, Rhianna grabbed the soap
and started to soap him up. He let her wash him, turning around for
her. She knelt down to get his legs and feet, and his penis, still half
erect from breakfast, began to stiffen. "I think you missed a spot," he
said, indicating his penis. She soaped it up, and stroked it, fondling
his testicles. He squirmed a bit, and turned to rinse the soap off. "A
little more detailed cleaning is called for." She nodded, taking him in
her mouth. She thought back to other men she'd been intimate with. She
had usually enjoyed oral sex, especially when it was reciprocated.
Here, she had to make sure she pleased, with no expectations in return.
She felt herself getting turned on despite that.
He didn't taste like the food she had at the kennel, he was more earthy
or something, she couldn't decide exactly what. Oh cripes, she thought
briefly, here I am on my knees comparing come taste.
"Jesus, you're good," he said, leaning against the shower wall to
recover.
"Thank you, sir," she said, still kneeling.
"Here, stand up." He took the soap from her and soaped her body. His
hands felt good, and he paid close attention to her breasts, crotch and
ass. He rubbed her clitoris a little while, but only enough to make her
horny. Finishing up, he whispered in her ear, "Tonight." She wasn't
sure what he meant, and he offered no further explanation.
They finished their shower, and she toweled him off before grabbing her
own towel to dry herself.
"I'm impressed. You learn fast for a 'beginner'."
"Thank you, sir," she told him again. Once she was dry, he locked her
cuffs and collar back on her, but left the connecting chains off.
"In here, pet," he told her, walking into the bedroom. He had laid out
what looked like two belts and two dildoes on the bed. Rhianna
recognized that the belts would make a chastity belt. Is he going to
put those in me first? she wondered.
The answer was yes. He fastened a wide belt around her waist, cinching
it tight. "Bend over, lean on the bed," he told her. She felt him rub
some lubricant on her anus, and then slowly push a thin dildo in. "Just
relax, this is small," he said. She had never had anything bigger than
a finger in her ass, and it felt very weird. He then pushed the other
dildo slowly into her cunt. It wasn't very thick, but was the first
thing she'd had in her in some time. Making sure they didn't fall out,
he took the other belt and attached it front and back, locking the
dildoes in place. "Stand," he bid her.
Rhianna stood. She felt very odd indeed, doubly penetrated as she was.
He attached her hobble chain again, and the 6-inch chain between her
wrists. Then he hooked the wrist chain to the belt, restricting further
the range of her hands. The belts were finally locked in place with
small locks. Rhianna wasn't going to get out of this without a key.
"At last, but not least," he said, holding up a ring gag. She had never
seen one before, but could guess what it was for. Rhianna frowned, but
opened her mouth. He buckled the gag on. She was now about as tied up
as she had been in the Kennel.
"Now, while I'm gone, I'd like you to get familiar with the apartment.
The shelves and tables need dusting, I think. You'll find what you'll
need in the kitchen under the sink. After I get back, we'll go shopping
for some clothes for you to wear to the party. I shouldn't be gone for
more than an hour or two."
Rhianna nodded, almost a bow, as she was used to the more restrictive
posture collar at the Kennel.
Anderson went off to his closet to get dressed, so Rhianna went to find
a dust rag.
He left her as she was trying to wipe the coffee table clean. It wasn't
easy tied up the way she was, and she had to kneel and lean over it.
"God, you have a gorgeous ass," he said before he left. "And that gag,
I may have to try it out when I get back."
Rhianna tried to say something, but only an unintelligible noise came
out through the gag.
"Oh, what's that, you'd like that very much?" he asked in a mocking
tone. Rhianna knew he was kidding around, but was unsure how to
respond. She decided to nod yes. It was, when she thought about it, a
truthful reply. "Even as horny as I am, I think I'll save up for the
party tonight." Rhianna nodded again, and he turned and headed for the
door. "See you in a bit," he called out as he left. Before he left, he
set the security system to the apartment.
The first thing Rhianna checked out was the security system. From what
she could tell, it was a pretty good set up. It looked fairly tamper-
proof. Rhianna knew that with the right tools, someone could bypass it,
but this system was set to slow them down as much as possible, and it
seemed like it would indicate tampering in an obvious manner. She
wondered how the agents had gotten into the apartment without alerting
Anderson. Probably why they hadn't been able to stay very long or get
much information.
After cleaning off the table and a few shelves, Rhianna started to look
around to see if she could come up with any clues. She looked over his
desk where his computer was. It was turned off, and she didn't have any
idea of the type of security it might have. Maybe later, if she knew
she had more time. There was a phone there, and the normal pens,
pencils, stapler and tape dispenser of an 'office' type desktop. There
were a few stacks of papers on the desk, but nothing that looked like a
schedule or delivery. In fact, there didn't seem to be any work related
papers on the desk at all, and the drawers were locked. She wondered if
the security system extended to the desk.
She looked into the bookshelves, but the dust indicated that nothing
there had been disturbed in a while. She cleaned while she looked,
knowing that she had to keep up appearances. After her first efforts,
she decided that she would have to gain access to his computer. Maybe
she could feign interest in wanting to play some game, or in email or
something.
Throughout her search, Rhianna was continually distracted by the
dildoes in her. They kept her aroused, but weren't enough by themselves
to cause her to achieve orgasm. This annoyed her to no end. She
wondered if his promise of "tonight" meant they were going to have sex.
Then she thought about the party, and wondered what was going to happen
there. This is all so bizarre, she thought.
After two hours or fruitless searching, she heard his key in the lock
of the door. She went to a shelf and pretended to just be finishing up.
"Still at it? I guess it's harder to do with your hands chained up like
that." She nodded, showing him that she couldn't reach every shelf.
"Oh, can't reach, huh? I can fix that." He took a set of keys out of
his pocket and unlocked the chain holding her hands to the belt. Then
he took that chain and attached it to her collar. Now, her hands could
reach higher, but were still held in check. "Finish up the top
shelves," he said.
Rhianna watched him walk over and sit down in front of his computer and
turn it on. She tried to watch what he did, but didn't have a good
angle to see. From what she could tell, he didn't seem to have typed in
a password. Rhianna made her way over to him as she cleaned. When she
finally could see what was on his screen, she was surprised.
He was playing solitaire. No secret plans or business software. Just a
card game. He caught her looking at him. "You almost finished?" he
asked. She looked around. She'd done most of the places she could
reach. She nodded yes. "Good, we can go shopping now, I guess." She
tried to give him a questioning look, then look at the computer screen.
"You know, I can't understand a word you're saying. Come here." She
walked up, and he reached up and removed the gag.
She worked her jaw a bit, then said, "Thank you, sir."
"You had a question? Wanted to suggest the 5 of clubs on the 6 of
hearts?"
"I was just wondering, well, I thought you'd be using it for business,
sir," she stated.
"Hell, I'm lucky if I can bring up the solitaire program. I've never
been very good with computers. Someone said I needed one, so I got one,
but I usually only use it for email."
"You don't keep your accounts or schedules on it?"
"No, I've stuck to paper." He unlocked a drawer and pulled out a
folder. "Just like this. It's easier for me."
"I would have thought having a billing system might be useful to you."
"Well, I don't know. It takes some time to settle accounts, but I can
do fine with paper. Do you know how to do that stuff?"
"I've done some of it," she said. Rhianna knew computers pretty well,
and she thought he might give her access to his. He was probably
telling the truth about not knowing much how to use it, but she decided
it wouldn't hurt to snoop around, and she might be able to read his
email for clues.
"Maybe I'll let you set something up for me in a week or so. For now,
lets go get you a dress for tonight."
She followed him into the bedroom. He had her stand near the bed, then
he went into his closet and rummaged around for some clothes. He came
back, laid the clothes on the bed and proceeded to remove all of her
restraints. "How did you like these?" he asked her of the dildoes.
"They were - distracting, sir," she replied.
"That all? Next time I'll have to turn them on." Rhianna was surprised.
She had a hard enough time getting around with those things in her. If
they were turned on, she didn't think she'd be able to stand.
"Stay there," he said after she was nude again. He got some things from
a dresser drawer and brought it back. One was a bracelet, that he
closed around her wrist. She held up her hand to look at it. It
appeared to be silver, a nice design, with a small loop to one side.
She noticed that it locked on. The other item was a black choker that
he placed around her neck. "It's just symbolic, but I want you to have
a reminder." He reached for the clothes on the bed. "Put these on," he
told her.
There was a white blouse that was close to her size, and a short black
skirt that also fit fairly well. "Luckily, you're the about the same
size as my previous pet," he said. He handed her the same shoes she'd
worn the previous day. "We'll get you a better size while we're out."
Rhianna looked at herself in the mirror. I looked pretty good, she
thought. It was a simple outfit, but it made her feel sexy. She
wondered briefly what Agent Wilson or Assistant Directory Vessor would
think. With the surveillance on Anderson, they'll probably have photos
soon enough.
Agent Wilson called Vessor on his cell phone. Vessor picked up on the
first ring.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Sir, He took agent Summer out. They took a cab to Macys, and we lost
them in the store. We think they've left, and we're not sure where
they've gone."
"Damn. Well, nothing to do but continue the watch on the building, and
hope agent Summer can discover his plans."
"Yes, sir."
"Why all the running around, sir?" Rhianna asked Anderson. They were
sitting in another taxi, heading to where, Rhianna didn't know.
"I have odd rivals in my business. It's - well, hard to explain. I'm
just very careful when I go out."
Rhianna nodded. After they had gotten in the second cab, Anderson had
attached a short leash to the bracelet on her wrist. She simply
accepted it. The cab brought them to a small store. The sign said
"Cynthia's", but Rhianna couldn't tell what the store might sell from
the outside. Anderson led her in to the store by the leash, which
embarrassed her some.
It was a small clothing store, and a woman approached Anderson as soon
as they entered.
"Matthew, how good it is to see you again. You're right on time. What
have we here?" she asked, referring to Rhianna. The woman approached
Anderson and feigned a kiss on each cheek. Then she looked Rhianna up
and down. "Oh, she's a pretty one, Matthew. What are we going to do for
her today?"
"She needs her hair done, shoes, and a new dress, for the party
tonight."
"Oh, darling, yes, I do believe I have some things that will look just
wonderful on her." The woman turned to Rhianna. "Do be a dear and go
take your clothes off in the changing room. Continue on through into
the tryout room and I'll be right there, all right?"
Rhianna nodded and went to the changing room. She took the blouse and
skirt off and hung them up. She kicked the tight shoes off, glad to be
out of them. Her feet hurt from walking in them, especially since she
wasn't used to heels. She didn't want to leave the confines of the
changing room, now that except for her choker, she was nude. She
wondered how many more people were going to see her body before this
assignment was through.
She reluctantly left the changing room and found the tryout room. The
entire room was wall-to-wall mirrors, reflecting her body back to her.
In the center of the room was a slightly raised platform. Rhianna
wanted to run, but instead stood near the platform and waited,
observing at how she looked. Not too bad, she thought. The woman walked
in holding several dresses, followed by Anderson.
"Oh, Matthew, she is gorgeous. Where ever did you find her?"
"At the Kennel, Sylvia. She was an adoptie." Both Anderson and Sylvia
were openly admiring Rhianna's body, and she felt self-conscious about
her nudity.
"Who would ever have given her up, Matthew? What a fool he was. If I
had seen her there, I'd have picked her for my own." Sylvia came up to
Rhianna and walked around her, studying her. Rhianna jumped slightly
when the other woman traced one of her long scars down her back.
Rhianna looked at Anderson with pleading eyes.
"It's all right, pet. Sylvia likes to joke."
"Oh, I'm harmless, dear, mostly. You're very lucky to have Matthew here
as your master."
"Why do you say that, ma'am?" Rhianna asked her.
"He'll never do this to you, dear," she answered, touching a scar line
on her back. "Let's try these on, shall we?"
Rhianna found herself warming up to Sylvia more and more as she tried
on the clothes. All of the dresses seemed very expensive, perhaps
designer gowns. Sylvia always had a comment about the dress, and
Anderson sat back and watched the show. They finally decided on a
silver, shimmery dress that tied on the sides. It was long, but slit up
the side, and showed more flesh than any other party dress Rhianna had
been in. But she had to admit it did look good on her. Rhianna realized
that it would be easy for her to get out of this dress, even if she
were tied up, and wondered if that was its purpose.
After they had decided on a dress, Anderson said he had some things to
do and would be back in a few hours. He kissed Rhianna on her cheek
before he left, whispering "You look great," in her ear. A little
louder, he told her, "You do what she says, all right? I'll be back
soon."
After he left, Sylvia told her "Take the dress off, and come with me."
End Chapter 5
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
