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Shoplifter is taught a lesson... (Ryanmo97 x cubiclegirl)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 32
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris looked like any other person in the mall and that's the way he wanted it. He didn't want to stand out. He was on a mission. He was looking for someone to kidnap. He had just build a dungeon in his basement and now he needed someone to occupy it...

He made a small fortune thanks to some good investing, he was able to retire early. So, he deiced that he wanted a sex slave of his very own. He went about building the perfect dungeon in the basement. It was completely soundproof, there was a small room that just consisted of a bed, a small bathroom with a shower, then there was the main room there was a bed on one side of the room, a pair of shackles hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room and a pair of shackles rested on the floor embedded in the concrete floor. On the other side of the room was a cabinet that held very sexual devices. And the door could only be opened with a 4 digit code of his choosing

He was scouting the mall looking for the right person when he saw a very rich looking woman walking into a clothing store. He stayed behind her and recorded her on his iPhone. He recorded her going into the changing room with three outfits and only coming out with one and her purse was a bit bigger than when she went came out. He smiled. It was perfect. He just hoped she didn't get caught by security.
 
Clover Swan
Age:26
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair: Light brown with blond highlights
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Slender and feminine


Damn those clothes seemed so pretty. In one of her hand was a flowy flower top with a hint of silk with the touch that contacted her sensitive fingers. She rubbed the fabric against her fingers, feeling its smooth and sleek texture. ANd there was another light, blue top that caught her eyes. Fingering it, she took it off the rack. Considering it was very expensive, and her budget was rich, yet tight, she grabbed hold a velvet sundress with pink blossoms and looked around, wondering if anyone was looking at her. Clover couldn't see anything strange, and went on to her last minute plan. Quickly striding into the fitting room, she closed the door quietly and muttered under her breath as she stuffed them into her oversize, light-brown, leather Coach bag, releasing a long breath as she put the strap around her shoulder.

Opening the door, she stride out, trying to look confident, and her high heels clank against the newly waxed, marble store. It was worth a shot to quick;y get the hell out of her. Not taking a breath, she quickly walked out, only to let the breath out when there was no beeping to be sound. So the security is broken, she thought with a triumph smile.
 
Ryan was a little nervous when she walked out the door. He was a little surprised that the alarm didn't go off. He was blown away by how bold she was. He thought to himself, 'mmm... it's going to be fun to break her down.' He thought of the plan, that had just fallen in his lap.

He followed her out to the parking lot. When there was a good distance between themselves and the mall he called out to her, "Miss! Oh, Miss! You dropped something!" Added the last part because he was sure that would make her stop and not try to run.

When he caught up to her he said, "You know, miss. You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you. What would your Daddy say if he found out?" He pulled out his iPhone and started to play the video. It clearly showed her entering the fitting room with three outfits and leaving with her purse looking much bigger than before.
 
She walked toward the red sports car her father had gotten for her for her twenty-first birthday. The happy days filled Clover's mind. Her friends, the party, and the present. A voice made her spun around to see a man, well, a handsome man that she did not know, walk up to her. He caught up to her when she stopped, giving him a look.

When he had told Clover what she did, and the iPhone replaying the scene that kind of left her guilty, she froze. "H-How did you know? How would you get that video? Tape it?"

Her hand held the strap of her purse tightly, as if the man would take it away from her.
 
Ryan smiled, "I saw you walking into the changing room and I recorded you. Now, I don't know about your Daddy. But, I'm sure the Police and the people who mange the store would be very interested in the video. Now, if you come with me... We can talk and work out an arrangement to make this video stay between you and me..." Ryan waited for the young woman to respond.
 
The police and also her father! This was the last time she would want them to know. She didn't want any records on her profile, and she might be sent to jail if this man's video was given to the officials. "Alright then," she said with clenched teeth, glaring at Ryan.
 
Ryan smiled and get took her to a brand new Lincoln. "Get in... Oh, and hand over your cell phone... I can't have you calling anyone..." Once he had her phone and she was seated he started to drive. "My offer is very simple, I want you as my sex slave. If you become my sex slave then, then, this video I have stays between you and me. I'll let you keep some of your old life, I'll let you keep your friends and your family. But, you'll live with me as my sex slave . But, if you don't want to be my sex slave, then we'll head to the police station. What's it going to be, Princess?"
 
She clenched her teeth with rage, staring ahead at the road that he was driving on. The leather seat felt hard and heavy when she thought of being his sex slave. But it will be better than going to jail right? "Fine then," she muttered in agreement, staring out the passanger window, clearly not wanting to see Ryan's triumph face. The car drove down into a rich neighborhood, and she almost snort. Her mansion was clearly bigger than theirs, she almost smiled. But he driving her into hell, she knew it, being his sex slave.
 
Ryan smiled when she agree to become his slave, "Smart choice..." They pulled up to Ryan's home and drove into the garage. Then he went around and opened the door for her, "So, tell me Princess... What is your name? What do you do for a living? And are you currently seeing anyone?"
 
That was so many question, it made her mind swirl as she got out, her high heels making clanking noises as she steadied herself. She brushed her hair back and look at him. "Clover is my name. I'm currently a model for a famous fashion brand and I am not seeing anyone. Enough info now? What about you?"
 
"My name is Ryan... But you can call me Master or Sir... and that's all you need to know," He said. They walked inside. But they didn't stay upstairs for long. Ryan took Clover down stairs to the dungon. He pressed the combination to open the door and they went inside. "This is the play room."He let her look around a bit. There was a bed on one side of the room, a pair of shackles hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room and a pair of shackles rested on the floor embedded in the concrete floor. On the other side of the room was a cabinet that held very sexual devices, and a couple of doors.

He walked over to one of the doors "and This is where you will be sleeping..." He opened a door and all that was in the room in the room was a bed, a sink, a toilet, and a Plexiglas shower stall
 
She couldn't believe her eyes. Is he a sick man or what? It seemed like the room was made for torturing people, and the woman shudder a bit before following behind him, looking into her new room. There was barely anything in there except for some things for her to use. "That's all?" she exclaimed. "When do we start?"
 
Ryan smiled, "We started the moment you walked in the front door. Here are the rules you will live the rest of your life by:

1. From now on, You are my sex slave. You live only to please me. I intend to keep you until you no longer please me. I may even let you have my child. If you displease me, you will be punished.

2. You will never hurt me in anyway.

3. When you do speak, you will refer to me as Master, or Sir. You can talk, in a normal voice, about yourself, your home, your family, whatever, but no begging.

4. When I put my cock in your mouth, You will suck on it and lick the shaft, whatever I want. But if you ever, ever bite me… I will cut out your tongue.

5. You will keep yourself clean and beautiful for me. I will punish you if you let yourself slide. I want your teeth brushed and clean, your breath fresh with mouthwash, your hair clean and brushed, your legs shaved and soft, and your face made-up nice.

6. You will continue your normal exercise routine, to keep your fabulous body.

7. You no longer own anything. I own everything that you owned. You will give me your credit cards and bank books. I will give you an allowance to live on for the week. If you run out of money then you will be punished before you receive any more.

8. You will only be allowed to wear clothes in the house, if I say you can wear clothes.

9: You will have a curfew of 11:30 PM. If you are not home by that time you will be punished.

10: I will search you every time you return to the house. If you come back in this house with something you shoplifted. You will be punished.

Do you understand, Clover?"
 
She nodded, the strict rules were already plastered in her head, like sticky spiderweb, "Got it master," she whispered, her eyes looking out at the dungeon. It was going to be torture, she knew it. "How do I do it?" she asked, turning back to the older man."
 
"Oh.. No no... Young Lady..." said Ryan as he took her hand and stood her up. "Now... I want to see what you stole and how it looks on you..." He handed Clover her purse, "Strip for me..."
 
She was about to protest, but her jail-time was on a thin, fragile line. If she disobey, snip, the line will break and she would be in jail in a matter of seconds. Getting up from her bed with the help of force from Ryan, she nodded, hiding the rage in her eyes as she slowly took off her blouse she was wearing, slowly unbuttoning the pearl buttons until it fluttered down to the ground. Her short skirts were next as she fumbled in it, reaching at the end of the zipper and pulling it down, the fabric quickly sliding down her sexy legs with a thump. "Is that enough?" she nervously asked.
 
"For now..." Said Ryan, "Now.... Put on what you stole... Show me what caused you to be come my sex slave... I hope it was worth it..." He smiled.
 
She only nodded, trying to put on a brave face as she reached into her expensive purse, pulling out the first top she contact, the flower top with that would seem tight around her breast. She pulled it over her head, trying to put a show for him while slowly putting it on, the lace around the rim of the top making her top breast see through. "Like it?" murmured the woman.
 
Ryan smiled as he watched Clover in just her bra and panties. She looked very cute in the flower top. "It's very nice... Show me what else you stole..." Ryan started to work in his head, his next move for Clover, as long as she stayed good he was going to ease her into being a slave.
 
She frowned suddenly, crossing her arms. "Even if I'm going to be your sex slave, I can still call 911 if I have a phone," Clover said with hatred in her voice. Maybe some smack talking can take her off the deal, and make him at least lose some power over her.
 
Ryan smiled, "See... that's where you are wrong... I'm VERY good friends with the chief of Police... And, I'm sure she won't care to much about what I do to some rich bitch..."
 
She put her hand in the air. "Bitch? You're being a stupid-ass for god sake," she screech, aiming to scratch him with her fingers.
 
Ryan took a hold of her arms, "Easy now, Clover... You are being a very good girl so far... It would be a shame for me to have to punish you on your first night... Now... Let's continue with our fashion show..."
 
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