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Kidnapped for all the wrong reasons

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Jun 19, 2010
The Organization had been formed nearly fifty years ago as a conglomerate of many black market dealers that dealt specifically with human trafficking and the sale of slaves in America and abroad. Though over the years the company known only as The Organization began to narrow it's focus and lower its reach but strengthen its control over the domestic market of slaves in America. Now while it was completely illegal, very little could be done to the Organization simply because they catered to the wealthy and the powerful. With that specific catering, they were rarely bothered and if they were they would pull some strings and the investigation would be called off. Because of this it is not uncommon for people to suddenly drop off the face of the earth and for the police to do nothing about it, knowing that any investigation will most likely end up in their careers being destroyed.

Kale Rosenthall was a member of the Organization, but he did not run the company nor was he in charge of security. No, he was a trainer and an acquisition agent. He was the executive agent for the entire west coast. If the Organization needed a girl trained or broken for a high priority customer he would get the job and then he can either redirect it or accept it himself. As of lately he had been accepting most of the cases because the comission was extremely high.

Today Kale was on his computer checking his email when a notification appeared that a contract was available. He logged into The Organization's email and checked the drafts, seeing the contract was for a foreign king he did not hesitate to accept it and he could not help but to smile. He was going to make a lot of money off of this. So he noted on the draft that he would take it personally and to expect a result in roughly one year. He had presented an extended timeline because he was going to work hard on this one. Having a contract he dressed in his usual trench coat and regular clothing and drove into towns. Beginning to walk around downtown and look for a girl that matched the profile presented.
 
Most people kept quite about anything to do with people who vanished. Knowing that they were either dead or taken by the Organization. Bella Black ignored everything that had to do with any of it. Figuring if she kept her nose out of it, none of it would interfere with her life. But little did she know her whole world was about to be turned upside down. Looking up at the clock in the small cafe, 6:55. Five minutes to go and her shift would be over. She had worked at the cafe for a little over a year, starting out part time and becoming full time. Bella started to clean the last few tables and removed her apron. Throwing it over her bag. "See you next shift!" She hollered to her friend that was in the back room.

Bella was 21, loved by everyone. Her long black hair was pulled into a side ponytail. The rest of it resting against her chest. Her bright blue eyes were gazing cautiously around her as she left the cafe. Most people down town kept to themselves, but some ventured out asking questions about all the disappearances. Bella shoved those away, wanting nothing to do with them. But as she shook her head and waved one away, she felt an uneasiness rise in her body. Crossing her arms, she tried to shrug the feeling off. "Nothings wrong... Calm down" She thought to herself as she tried to calm down.

Looking over her shoulder, she could see a man in a trench coat walking a few feet behind her. "It's no one... Just someone trying to make it home just like you." Bella shook her head, pulling her bag closer to her side. No one would want her, she wasn't anything special. She was pretty, but not nearly as pretty as the others that hung around. The woman had always been respected for telling people what she thought, whether it was nice or ugly. She was feisty to be so short, around 5'4 and skinny. As she let her mind trail to other things, like what she had to do when she for home, she quickly forgot about the uneasiness that haunted her just a few moments before.
 
Kale had heard her voice from within the cafe and it caught his attention. He had developed a strange ability to judge a female's personality and potential based on their voice. Hers was soft and sweet, but somehow managed to hold a sharpness to the end of the sentence that he knew she had some kick in her, but nothing a week or two alone with him couldn't solve. So he had stopped just outside the cafe and leaned up against the window and lit a cigarette as he waited for her to leave. Finally she left the building and started to walk, kale tossed his cigarette on the ground and began to follow her. Keeping a solid seven to eight steps behind her, but moving at the same pace. He couldn't help but smile as she looked around and was clearly uneasy about the situation she was in. He took a deep breath and continued to follow her.

Finally she was out of the populated area and he smirked. Picking up his pace, he was now three steps behind her and then one and he pulled out his cell phone and began to talk on it as he moved past her and bumped into her hard, knocking her off balance and he tossed his phone off to the side as he paused and said. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't even see you there? Are you okay?" He asked as he took the pause to look over her body and before she could answer he did a quick check of his surroundings and then it was simple. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the rag, quickly placing it over her mouth and letting the chemicals knock her unconscious. He smiled and walked over to his phone, hitting the pound key three times and then he moved off to the side and sat her down on the curb and bent her over as if she was drunk and he was waiting for a cab with her.

Shortly after he dialed his phone a black car approached them and Kale helped the driver put her in the trunk and Kale was also quick to handcuff her right hand to her right ankle and left hand to her left ankle, completely immobilizing her if she wakes. He shook the drivers hand and said. "The usual location." He driver nodded and got in his car and drove off. Kale smiled as he then simply walked back into town and knew that the driver would put her down in his basement and would leave her chained up.
 
Bella started to come back to reality as she heard a man behind her talking on his cell phone. As he got closer, she felt someone brushing hard against her and knocking her off her balance. Landing straight on her ass, she cursed silently as she looked up to see who had knocked her down. It had been the man in the trench coat, not paying attention to where he was going. Watching him toss his phone aside and lean down to help her up, she shook him off. Before she could speak, he was pulling out a rag and holding it against her mouth. One hand behind her head to hold it closer, the other pushing the rag against her mouth and nose.

The woman tried to fight it as much as she could, but within moments the chemicals had taken their toll on her body and she was lying unconscious in the mans hands. Little did she know, she would be waking up in a totally different place then she had been. Her life had just changed and not for the good; but for the bad. As the two men stuffed her in the trunk and handcuffed her hands to her legs, Bella lay motionless. Her breaths slow and steady.

Some time later, the driver was pulling her from the trunk and throwing her over his shoulders. Taking her to the basement where so many had been before her. The man set her down in the corner of the basement and undone the handcuffs. Leaving her free to run, except she couldn't exactly. It had been one of the reasons he had removed the handcuffs. Grabbing the chains that hung from the ceiling, he clasped each hook around her wrists and locked them tightly before turning out the lights and shutting the door behind him. Around an hour later, Bella was starting to come back to conscious. Groaning deeply as she felt the headache that the chemicals had left her. Opening her eyes slowing, she couldn't see anything around her. She tried to move her hand to rub her eyes, but soon realized she was chained to the ceiling. Shaking her head, Bella spoke for the first time. "Hello.....?"
 
Kale had walked back to his place and met the Driver right as he was leaving and the driver said that the girl was in the basement, secured. Kale nodded and walked into his home, taking off the coat and changing into something a bit more comfortable and then he simply sat downstairs and waited to hear her voice. When he finally heard a timid hello he smiled and got up. Walking over to the door he swung it open and flicked the lights on, walking down the stairs and moving over to her as he smiled down at her. "Hello there darling." He said as he looked over her and was curious as to what she was thinking or feeling. Knowing that she already knew he was part of the organization seeing as he had their logo on the shirt he was wearing. He looked over her and said. "I'm sure you must have some questions as to your future and what will happen to you. There are two options we can take. You can behave and go through training like hundreds before you. Or you can fight and I can beat you and torture you until your nothing more than a doll that sucks and fucks. It really is your choice. Either option for my client will result in me getting paid." He said coldly and looked over her as he grabbed a whip and began to lightly pat it on his hand and waited for her answer.
 
When she heard the door swinging open, she could see light flooding into the room. Quickly followed by more light as he turned them on. Bella groaned deeply as the lights started to hurt her eyes. Closing them for a few moments, she opener them back up and they were now adjusted to the light. "You... I should of known..." she let her voice trail off as her eyes landed straight on the organizations logo. This is what happened to all the people that disappeared, they were made into slaves. Moving her hands around in the chains, she coughed softly and laughed. "Don't flatter yourself; I'm not that easy. I won't just let some guy think that he can give me some orders and I follow his every order with no fight. So like I said, don't flatter yourself." Her words were cold, just like his had been towards her.

She could see the whip in his hand, hear it hitting against his palm. "Any woman who doesn't fight for their rights, deserves whatever she got. You chose the wrong woman to try and train. It won't be very successful, then your client will have your head on a silver platter for messing up." Laughing, she turned her head away from him.
 
Kale smiled as she talked right back and he listened to her and he said. "Should I get my recorder and record this, because I give you three weeks before you can't go a week without my hand in your pussy." He said teasingly and when she went to retort he simply smacked her hard with the whip and said. "So your going to make me beat you and degrade you." He sighed and disappeared in the shadows before returning with a spider gag as well as scissors. He slipped the gag into her mouth and tightened it up before he cut off her clothing and left her nude and then he smiled as she was really attractive under her clothing and said. "Wow, you were hiding quite a bit underneath all those clothes." He teased as she was now gagged and so he decided to do one more thing. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to his crotch and made her sniff his crotch as he unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft out and simply plunged it into her mouth, knowing the gag will keep her from biting. He smirked and using his tight grip on her hair began to force her to gag on his cock. As he moved her along his shaft he used his free hand and the riding crop in it to smack her breasts and cunt. Wanting her to get used to sucking a cock and being beaten. He continued for about ten minutes before he shoved himself down her throat and came. Unloading right into her stomach and he pulled out and he said. "Have fun throwing up your new trainer's cum, you whore." He then smacked her once more and left her there to deal with the stomach ache and the inevitable nausea that will come from swallowing.
 
Hearing his words, she was ready to argue right back. But before she could, he was slapping her hard against the face with the whip. Whimpering, she could hear him picking something up in the shadows. When he came back with the spider gag, he was pushing it in her mouth and pulling the strap tight against her. When he cut her clothes away from her body, her breasts popped out and her nipples hardened against the cold air of the basement. She wanted to talk right back to him after his next comment, but nothing came out except a bunch of mumbled words. When his hand wrapped into her hair, she felt him pushing her head forward and pushing his cock deep inside her throat. His grip on her hair was only helping him push his cock into her throat more. The further he went, the more she began to cough and choke on it. Saliva starting to form at the edge of her lips. When his free hand started to beat against her breasts and pussy, she shimmered. He continued it for awhile, at least it seemed like it. Until he finally shoved his cock down her throat once more and cane. His cum unloading into her stomach. When he pulled out, Bella doubled over as far as she could. When he smacked her, she screamed softly. Already starting to feel the ache and nausea that he spoke of. Whimpering, she shook her head. The longer she set, the worse they both got.
 
Kale went upstairs and new that he could be abusive to her and use her everyday like he just had and that would break her down and get her used to serving, but he doubted she would learn to enjoy it, or he could isolate her and leave her to her own thoughts for days at a time, knowing that alone will naturally make her want human contact, to crave attention from another which will open up the road to a good and affectionate slave, but that method took much much longer than the other one. So in order to find out what method he would use he simply logged into the organizations email account, added a comment to the draft asking which type of slave the client wanted and what restrictions there were to the training. It was not uncommon for their to be a restriction about virginity or certain bruising of certain body sections, so Kale found it safest to ask before hand than to have it cut out of his pay at the end. Kale finished his comment on the draft and logged out and went about his nightly business, cleaning up the kitchen, removing the throw pillows from his bed, taking a shower, and so on. He finished his nightly chores and went back to the computer, checking to see if the draft had been revised and seeing that it was he opened it up and read the new comment. He couldn't help but smile as the client had no restrictions on training other than he wanted her to be affectionate, which meant isolation for her. Kale altered the comment to simply read okay and then logged out and went straight to bed. Though it took him a few hours to go to bed because of all the possible thoughts going on in his mind about how long to have her first isolation, perhaps a week, maybe ten days. He would decide in the morning.

Kale slept soundly and well into the morning, because he did not go to sleep until three or four in the morning anyways. Though when he awoke he simply went into the bathroom, took a shower and brushed his teeth and then got dressed in some denim jeans and a white t-shirt. He walked downstairs and listened to see what the new slave was up to and hearing nothing he knew she was still down there and was either asleep or being quiet. So he went into the kitchen and prepared himself breakfast. Over breakfast he thought hard about how long her first isolation should be, but eventually he decided on ten days and so he went to his calendar and marked the day he would go to see her again.

Over those ten days kale simply roamed about the house, went into town to buy things and enjoy the nightlife. He even brought home a few really drunk girls to entertain himself one night, but of course they were escorted home by the drivers for The Organization and then the next morning he woke with a hangover and went downstairs into the kitchen, preparing the usual eggs and toast breakfast and he looked at the calendar and saw that today he would pay his slave a visit, see how she was holding up. He knew she would be hungry and thirsty so he grabbed a bottle of water and a small bowl of grapes to bring to her. Carrying those two things he went into the basement and opened the door, casting the light onto her and he was not surprised by the sight of her and he flipped the lights on, knowing they would blind her because she had not been in the light for ten days. He walked down the steps and set the water bottle and grapes in her sight, but out of her reach and he looked over her and looked at her body language, trying to determine where she was mentally.
 
Bella knew it wasn't going to be a very easy time in her new home, but she still had the power to fight. When she had the will to fight, she would. After she watched him leave, she could feel the vomit starting to form. Shaking her head, she had no choice but to let it come up. That same thing went on and on for most of the night until she was finally about to fall asleep around 5 that morning. When the man hadn't come back, she still slept. Her first full day in her new home was filled with sleep and coldness. She was in the basement, no light, naked and no warmth to engulf her body. The experience she had felt the previous night was nothing that she wanted to repeat.

Over the next few days, the man still hadn't come back. He was going to leave her in isolation, just another way of breaking her. On the fifth day, Bella's body collapsed against the stone floor. The hunger and thirst had caused her body to break down physically, especially since she hadn't had any food since she had thrown it all up on her first night. The woman wanted to cry if she could, anything that would help her. Her body was filthy, some parts starting to turn blue because of the coldness. As the next days passed and he still hadn't come back, Bella lay still against the floor. The woman whimpered softly against the floor, her legs brought up to her chest as she tried to keep herself warm.

On the tenth day, unknown to her she heard the basement door opening and could feel the warmth of the light hitting against her back. Whimpering, she opened her eyes for the first time and let the light flood into them. Quickly realizing it was a bad idea, she closed them tightly, gasping at the blindness it had caused her. Bella remained still against the floor, the rattling of the chains could barely be heard from her shaking body. After a few moments, she slowly began to turn her body around. Her eyes opening up slowly, adjusting to the light a little at a time. Underneath them they were red, from loss of sleep probably. When she opened her eyes fully, she could see the water and grapes just out of her reach. Whimpering, she shook her head and let her body fall back against the floor.
 
He saw her body shake and he saw her give up and he said. "Girl, are you going to behave for your new master?" He asked as his eyes moved over her and he could see that he would have to give her some sort of clothing in order to keep her warm or else she would lose feeling in her fingers and toes and he did not want that because then she would be damaged, and damaged slaves do not get asking price. He saw a gross looking puddle of puke next to her and he couldn't believe how rank it was, although it was food and cum together. He looked over her as he waited for her to show him he would behave and he took the water bottle and opened it up, pouring the liquid right in front of her into the puke to dilute it and allow it to run down and into a drain, he used the entire bottle to do this before he left and came back with a dog bowl and he then set that down next to the bowl of grapes and disappeared once more, though from the shadows pipes could be heard rattling and then water pressure could be heard running through the pipes as he came back with a hose and then he hosed the remaining puke off the floor and into the drain. Once that was finished he set the hose down and looked at her as he said. "I'm going to give you the grapes and some water, but you promise to behave." He said and when he saw the small nod he smiled and walked over to her, removed the gag and unchaining only one hand as he set the bowl down in front of her and he filled the dog bowl with water and set that down next to her. He then moved over and off to the side, leaning against a stainless steel table that had hooks on it, in seemingly random locations, but a trained eye knew of so many ties that could be done to whoever lay on that table because of those small hooks. He waited for her to finish and say something to him as he was sure that she was in dire need of food and water as well as some sort of conversation, after all, to go from a socialite working the evening shift to a slave chained to a wall and left in the dark and alone for ten days was indeed quite an extreme.
 
When the man spoke of her behaving, she waited a few moments and nodded her head in submission. She desperately needed food and water, because if she didnt she knew she would die of hunger. When she noticed him turning his nose up at the rancid puke smell, she shook her head softly. Her senses had become use to the smell after a few days had passed. But she wouldn't complain if he offered her a shower, but knowing that wouldn't happen she moved away slowly as he poured the water onto the puke and let it run down the drain.

When he disappeared for a few moments, she was almost saddened by it. She had gone from working every night and socializing to having nothing at all. It was a big change for her. When she heard him walking back, she noticed the dog bowl that he had set down next to the grapes. Normally, she would of complained; but at that moment she didn't care. As the pipes began to rattle and fill with water, Bella moved as far away from the water as she could. She was already cold enough and knowing if she was to get wet it would only make it worse.

When he spike, Bella nodded softly in return. As he removed the gag and unchained one of her hands, she closed her mouth fully for the first time in a while. How long she didn't know. Rubbing her eyes with her free hand, she soon reached for the bowl of water. Lifting it to her lips and drinking it slowly, not wanting to drink it to fast and make herself sick off of it. Next came the grapes and boy how amazing they were. After a few moments of eating in silence, she looked up to where he was. Leaning against a table filled with many ties. Frowning, she shook her head and spike for the first time. "How.... How long has it been since I got here....?" Her voice cracked every few words and she took the opportunity to eat the rest of the grapes and drink the rest if the water. Of course she was still hungry, but she didn't want to push it. "Thank you... For the grapes and water..."
 
He watched her carefully the entire time he moved and when she spoke to him he shook his head and said. "You address me as master, you address every other man as sir and every other woman as mam, unless Your master tells you otherwise." He said and then as punishment he picked up the bowls and walked out of the basement. Shutting off the lights and closing the door. He purposely left one hand free knowing she could not reach anything and even if she did manage to free herself some way, there would be nowhere for her to go and he doubted she was strong enough to go anywhere anyways. He walked into the kitchen and set the bowls in the sink and washed them off. He decided that another two days alone would be sufficient punishment for her not addressing him. So he simply went about his day. Continuing to do research for the client the Organization had given him.

The next day he was sitting in the living room when his phone buzzed and he saw that he had a new email, which was strange because usually it was only a draft, so he checked and saw that another trainer was needing a break and so Kale said he would cover for the trainer and he got up and grabbed his bag. Knowing it would only be a few days. So he arrived at the other trainer's home and saw that his slave was nearing the end of her training and he looked over the list of the slave's requirements and he simply sat there and distributed the tests and corrected the slave where necessary for two whole days before he came back and realized she had gone four days now without him instead of two and he set his bag down and took a deep breath as he opened the basement door, turning the lights on and walking down to look over her as she was filthy and he saw that her fingers and toes were of a paler and less rich complexion. He looked over her and said. "Are you ready to try again?" He asked as he wondered if she even remembered why he walked out on her once again. He looked at her wrist, surprised it was not worn down and raw from being cuffed for nearly two weeks, though he bet that that arm would be numb for a few days if she ever earned her way out of the basement.
 
When he corrected her, she whimpered softly. She was on the verge of speaking again, but he was grabbing the bowls and was out of the basement within minutes. The lights off and door shut once more. The darkness and coldness engulfing her body once more. Bella shook her head, her body laid back against the floor. This time as close to the corner as she could get. Hoping that it would allow her to get some what warm. She didnt like being alone, she never had and this was just worse. She should of known to address him correctly, but it was done and over now.

As the next days passed, she could feel her toes and fingers going numb. The fingers on her right hand were much worse, being chained for awhile now. The man didn't come back until much later or so it seemed to her. One day, when the door and lights turned on, she went through the familiar pain of the light blinding her eyes. Coughing, she listened to him speak. "Y..es Master...."
 
"Good, now, do you understand that you are a slave now? You are property to be handled in any way the owner sees fit? So if he thinks it a good punishment to cut off your tongue, he can and there will be no one to argue he cant, or if he thinks it best for you to be tortured on end for days at a time, again, he can and will. So as a slave, the number one rule is to keep your master happy so that he does not get angry at you and want to punish you. Understand?" He asked as he moved over to her and he released her other hand and he said. "Number two, we have already talked about. You will call your master only by his title and everyone else is either sir or madame. Number three, you do not know the word no. Any command your master gives you should be met with a yes master and should be done with happiness and quickly. Those three rules will keep you alive, in good health, and most of all, happy. After all a happy master, makes a happy slave." He said as he stood over her and he said. "Are you ready to be a good slave and live in his home, or do you need a few more days to think it over?" He asked as he stood over her and he wondered if he had broken her down or just put a crack in her armor that would need to be exploited repeatedly until she broke down and submitted to him completely. This he could not tell or know until he got her healthy and well cared for, because until then she would behave to gain simple luxuries like underwear, or a warm bath every night.
 
Bella whimpered softly as he began to talk about the rules of being a slave. Nodding, she spoke gently. "Yes master..." As he released her other hand, she gently rubbed it with her other hand. Grimacing at the pain the numbness brought to her arm. Bella had only been cracked, she hadn't been broken completely. But little did he know, she was playing along until she was healthy again. She had no will to fight, no strength to fight. The coldness had sunk further into her body, causing her to develop a cold. Coughing, she slowly and gently pushed her body up, resting against the basement wall. Listening to the rest of his words, Bella closed her eyes. She hadn't really gotten much sleep, the floor wasn't exactly comfortable and the coldness wasnt allowing her to sleep much either. "Please... Please don't leave me here any more master... I'm ready to obey master..." As she trailed her voice off, she coughed once more. Bringing her legs to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them.
 
He listened to her and when she addressed him as master each time and said she was ready he smiled and said. "Good." He then grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, holding her up by her arm and he carried her out of the basement and up the staircase, taking her to a bathroom where he drew her a warm bath and set her down in it. He smiled and washed her hair and body, cleaning her of the dirt and grime in the basement. When that was done he dried her off, being a bit frisky with her chest and between her legs, but as he finished drying her body he took her into a wardrobe room and said. "Pick something out, no underwear though, slave's don't wear underwear." He said as he stepped back and waited to see what she chose. When she had her outfit he said. "Do you know how to cook?" He asked as he lead her downstairs and into the kitchen and he said. "Cook your master and yourself something to eat." He said and then he moved away from her once more and watched her carefully.
 
When he grabbed her arm and lifted her into his arms, she held on softly; her arms wrapped around his neck loosely. She was getting a first look at the mans house, taking it all in as he carried her up the staircase and into a bathroom. When he started to draw te bath water, she smiled softly and welcomed the warmth if the water when he set her body in the tub. As he washed her body and hair clean of the grime from the basement, she closed her eyes and let the water get some little feeling back into her body. A few moments later, she was out and being dried off. Not caring that he was being frisky between her legs and with her breasts.

When he led her into the wardrobe room, she gently looked over the clothes. Finding a long sleeve shirt that was a few sizes to big for her and slid it on over her head. As he asked if she could cook, she nodded and spoke gently. "Yes master I know how to cook." when she saw the kitchen, she looked around and nodded. Trying to find something to cook, she quickly decided on chicken parmesan. Twenty minutes later, she was placing it on two plates. Setting one in front of him and the other beside him.
 
Kale smiled as she came out with chicken parmesan and he simply let her put the plates down and he waited for her to come and sit next to him before he said. "Slaves traditionally eat at the feet of their masters, but since you are so fresh you may eat with me, only until you realize the importance of showing your submission at all times will you have to do that." He told her as he began to eat and he quickly ate and waited for her and he said. "Girl, what is your name?" He asked with a smirk as they have been through so much and he knew so little about her. He waited for her answer and then he nodded as he said. "So, tell me, what skills do you possess that you think your master will find useful and need of you?" He asked as his eyes moved over her and he found that she was really an attractive girl and he could not wait till she was broken in. Until she found peace and fulfillment in complete submission.
 
As she set down, she listened to him speak again. Whimpering to herself, she knew that one day she would probably be sitting at a new masters feet. No on deserved to be treated like the organization treated people. But Bella kept quite and ate in silence and started to drink the water she had gave the both of them. When he asked what he name was, she spoke. "Bella... My name is Bella Master." As he nodded and started to ask his next question, she shook her head. Truth was, she didn't know what a master would want. Taking a couple of moments to think, she shook her head and started "If my master wants something done or likes something, I will adapt to it and learn to do it."
 
Kale listened to her answer and he smiled and stroked her cheek and said. "Bella, what skills do you have? Can you cook, clean, sow, dance, sing, pleasure?" He asked her as his eyes moved over her still and he listened to her answers and he wasn't surprised when she said the usual skills women had at her age and he said. "Do you have any aspirations to learn a skill?" He asked as his eyes stopped and he stood as he tried to think about what he needed to do with her. He needed her to be submissive, but she was being as submissive as he could ask for right now, but he knew something was off, she wasn't embracing her submission, she was only going through the motion, not living the life and he pulled her away from breakfast and brought her into the living room and said. "Bella, what's wrong? Your only going through the motions. I need you to give into me. To want to be a slave, to take pride in being the most submissive girl you can be." He said as he remembered he had a book discussing submissive nature and becoming a submissive and how to embrace the life completely. He wondered if she read it would she understand what he was asking or not.
 
"I can't sing, nor dance. But I can cook, clean, pleasure..." Shaking her head gently, she listened to his words and responded. "I always have aspirations to learn new things, so yes. I wouldn't mind learning something new." When she heard the chair scoot away from the table, she grimaced. Not knowing what he was about to. Instead, he only stood and pulled her away from the table and led her into the living room. When he asked what was wrong, she knew he had caught onto her. Shaking her head, she waited for him to finish speaking. She didn't want to give in, she didn't want to take pride in being the most submissive slave out there. Bella wanted her freedom, not to be someones slave. Taking a deep breath, she knew her coming words would probably land her punishment. But he had asked what was wrong and she would tell him. Taking a deep breath, she began "I don't want to be a slave, I don't want to be the most submissive girl. No one should be treated like this, no one. You ask what's wrong? You stay chained to a basement wall for however long it was, with no food or water, the coldness causing your body to shut down and causing you to become ill. That's what's wrong. I want to go home. I don't want to be a submissive..." She let her voice trail off as she embraced for any kind of punishment.
 
He heard her sigh and he listened to her and knew that she simply did not want this, that she did not know of the pleasure that came in making him smile and he said. "Not all slaves are treated like that, there is nothing wrong with slavery and submission. There is nothing wrong with the methodology behind breaking in a slave. You were selected for this, I know somewhere deep down inside of you, you have always found pleasure in making others smile and you are truly a natural submissive." He said as he pulled her down and into his lap as he sat on the couch and he made her mount him and he made her drop her crotch into his and he smiled as she looked so innocent in the motion despite its sexual nature and he said. "Bella, you like to learn don't you?" He asked as his eyes moved over her still and he heard her say yes before he nodded and said. "Then just trust me and know that my commands will only help you learn who you truly are. I want you to think really hard. Think about all those times you were happy because you made someone else happy. Think about it and tell me that those were not the happiest moments." He said as he knew just what kind of slavery he would train her in now, knowing that she needed it to be structured beyond content.
 
When he spoke of how there was nothing wrong with it, she closed her eyes and listened. What he was saying was true, she loved making others happy. It's what made her enjoy life, not being selfish. As he started to pull her over his lap, she felt his crotch go right into hers. It was kind of embarrassing, but she knew it was only natural. "Yes, I love making others happy..." As he continued, she thought of what he said and sighed softly. He was correct, it was the happiest moments. "I love making others happy.... It names me enjoy my life knowing that I made others happy. Maybe if slavery allows me to do that, I was chosen for the right reasons." Trailing off for a few moments, she took a deep breath. "But it won't be easy to train me..." She wasn't lying. It wouldn't be easy.
 
He smiled as he got through to her and made her realize that slavery will allow her to be happy and allow her to fully enjoy life, but he couldn't help but smirk as she said it won't be easy to train her and he said. "Why? Why will it be hard to train you? Just keep an open mind and know that for every completion of a command you make me a bit happier." He said as his hands moved and rested on her ass. He looked over her slowly as she thought and then he said. "You said you like to learn, right? Well think of this part of training like learning about a new society, with new rules, and social behaviors, as well as completely new culture. It will be fun." He added as he stood up and set her on the ground, he was quick to wrap an arm around her waist and he lead her through his home. Entering the library he had her sit down at one of the tables and then he disappeared into the aisles of books. Kale was looking for a very specific book. He knew that the client didn't have a preference to a type of slave, but he had always wanted to try and train a girl to be a gorean slave, they were among the elite of slaves simply because they are intelligent and strong willed, but beyond loyal and submissive to their master or mistress. Kale finally found the thick book and he brought it out to her. Setting it down and he sat down next to her and moved closely, placing a kiss on her ear and said. "This book is the key to understanding the society you now live in. It will tell you of all the stereotypes, of typical behaviors, of typical responses. Of how this society functions." He then placed one more kiss on her and got up. Walking off once more and grabbing another thick book and coming back and setting it down on top of the book and he said. "This book is the type of slave you will be. It is the most elite of slaves and a master with this slave gains respect from his colleagues. This is the slave you want to be." He said and kissed her cheek and he placed his hand on her bare thigh and waited for her to respond to what he had told her and said.
 
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