My slave is called, “slave” – not capitalised.She was sitting next to me, resting her chin on her hand, staring out at the countryside passing by. We were driving to a cottage I had rented. slave had signed a contract for the weekend ceding control to me. She looked gorgeous. She had spent Friday afternoon away from work at the gym for a gentle workout, at the hairdresser’s to get her hair fixed before spending an hour or so at home for a relaxed shower and a snack.I picked her up and as she walked towards me, my cock stiffened under my trousers as I considered what I was going to do to the willing beautiful thing walking towards me. She looked and dressed like a fifties bombshell. Her hair was freshly dyed blonde with plenty of loose curls on top but trimmed so that her neck was exposed – short and sexy. I longed to surround that pretty neck with a collar. Her face was lightly tanned with hazel eyes that were heading towards green. She wore a crisp blouse and tight three-quarter length trousers and some medium heels and her walk was provocative, her bum swaying with her walk.When I turned off the main road I could see slave taking more interest. I drove down the short drive as she was taking in the grounds surrounding the cottage. The grounds weren’t huge, but they were a decent size. They were also surrounded by high walls which is why I chose this location. There were lawns front and back with outcrops of bushes and trees, a summer kitchen, some stonework including a couple of broken figure statues and old walls from who knows when and some wild natural areas.”Ohhhh, this is lovely, thank you, Master. It’s the nicest place.””I’m glad you like it, I know how you like to be outside, walk on the grass, breathe the air and relax. We can do that tomorrow. In the meantime, it’s getting dark so let’s take our luggage in and I’ll cook you up something.””Thank you, Master.”Inside the cottage, there was a short hall with coat hooks and storage for boots, shoes and brollies, which led into what looked like a living room with sofa, chairs, TV and speakers. The kitchen was to the right and to the left a small box room. I told slave to sort out her luggage and then to relax in the living room. She walked across the living room and into the main bedroom on the other side. I could hear her opening her luggage and busying herself hanging up her clothes in the closet and putting away her makeup and other essentials.I dropped my case, with all its secrets, into the small box room by the front door. Although slave would know I had secrets in my luggage she wouldn’t know what these secrets were and I intended to keep it like that. I locked the box room door after me.Now what shall I cook, I thought. Chicken in a mushroom sauce with vegetables is an option, slave does like this.”slave! How does chicken in mushroom sauce with vegetables sound?””Yes Master, please. That sounds very nice.”I prepared the food, opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe and, once the food was ready, took the food and a couple of glasses of wine into the lounge, placing it on the small table that was to the opposite side of the room to the main bedroom. Light shone out of the main bedroom and there was subdued lighting from the lounge. It was an intimate setting.I watched her as she ate. God, I love her. She is insanely beautiful and when she gives herself to me I can barely contain myself. I can’t wait until tomorrow. After dinner, I opened the doors to a patio which overlooked the back garden. We sat together on the all-weather couch where we cuddled, drinking the wine and talking about what had happened that week. Then we went to bed.In the morning Adana Escort I arose, with a big morning glory. slave was still asleep. Good. I didn’t want her to see me with my cock already so excited.I went into the hall and unlocked the box room and pulled out the luggage that I had hidden. At the top of the case were the clothes I would be wearing as a Master.I put on a black shirt with black buttons and did the sleeves up at the wrist and a pair of black trousers. I pulled out from a side compartment a black duffle bag, released the string and pulled out a pair of knee-high black boots. The boots were always difficult to get on but once on completed the look alongside a military cap. slave loved the look. I carried a crop, a flogger, a paddle on my belt and finally pulled on some tight shiny black leather gloves.I made myself a fresh coffee while I waited for slave to stir. Eventually, I could hear a rustling in the bedroom and the ensuite shower turned on as she got herself ready. Right, time for my last action of soft care for slave I thought as I put on breakfast. Best make it light I thought, slave might be doing a lot of running. slave came into the kitchen with a bathrobe on and looked at the breakfast I had prepared for her. “Is this for me Master?”I nodded. “Eat up, slave.”After slave had finished I asked her, “Have you finished slave?”She looked up and nodded.”slave, you must reply using your voice when Master asks you a question and you are not gagged so I ask you again, ‘Have you finished slave?'””Yes, Master, slave has finished. Thank you, the breakfast was very nice Master.””Thank you, slave, now go back into the bedroom, prepare yourself for today by putting your slutty make-up on. No clothes though.””What is going to happen today Master?””That is my secret slave, you should really know better than to ask that question, I will remember that mistake. Go and prepare yourself as I have told you to, slutty make-up and no clothes.””Yes, Master”slave disappeared back into the bedroom and returned ten minutes later. She returned to the kitchen as I had requested and bowed her head. “Look at me slave, I give you permission to make eye contact with your Master, in fact, I order you to make and maintain eye contact.””Yes, Master.”slave looked directly at me. She had on a pout and some deep scarlet lipstick, and blue eyeshadow and eyeliner. She also had some subtle rouge on her cheeks, she looked like a slut, not out-and-out slut but just on the edge, ready to be fucked. And she stared at me. I had told her to maintain eye contact and she was going to do what she was told.”OK, slave. the rules, limits, rewards and punishments that are outlined in the contract you signed before we left now come into force. This is your last chance to back out.”slave looked directly at me whilst saying, “Yes Sir, i am happy to be subject to the conditions i signed up to in the contract. i will do my best to respond to your commands,” she bit her lip, “Master.”I handed her a two-inch wide black leather collar with three large bells on and a metal hoop to the front and on each side. Shake it, I tell her. The bells jangled loudly. “See the buckle at the back slave? That small metal loop is for a padlock. You must now break eye contact and not reinitiate it again unless instructed.”slave looked at me, it was becoming clear to her that this was something new. slave had never worn bondage with locks on before.”What are you waiting for, slave?””W… w… well, it will be locked on so i won’t be able to remove it, even if my hands are free.”I could see her blink her eyes as they were starting to fill with water.I Adana Escort Bayan hit her hard with my crop. “That is for not responding to confirm that you understood the instruction to not make eye contact. Take the ‘Inspection’ position.”slave stood with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her neck.I walked behind and gripped her pussy roughly. “Good slave, you’re going to have your qualities tested today.”I buckled the collar snugly onto slave, the bells already ringing, and locked the collar onto her beautiful neck with the padlock. slave’s hands rose automatically to her new addition to explore. She tried pushing her fingers between the collar and her neck which wasn’t possible due to the snug fit. She fingered one of the bells, running it through her fingers testing the shape and how it sounded and she tested the padlock and buckle, tugging and pulling at it to see if there was any way to get the collar off. She realised there wasn’t and she looked at me with sad eyes and a pout struggling to not ask me all the questions that were bubbling through her mind.”Okay slave, go put on your walking boots, quickly.”slave went into the hall and put on the boots she used for walking. They would protect her feet from what was to come. The boots were twelve-hole black leather boots that rose part way up her shins and these would protect her from much of the garden debris she was about to encounter.slave returned wearing her boots, collar, make-up and nothing else.”Well done slave, you look ready for today’s activities. And in fact, you look very beautiful. Although looking at you now I’m wondering if you don’t look too nude. I wonder if some piercings might help that. You don’t have any intimate piercings yet, do you slave, would you like some?””Yes Master, I would very much like some intimate piercings, especially if you would like that Sir.””Good, we can arrange that later… so now let’s start with today’s play.”Outside is a large garden and it’s a glorious morning, I couldn’t have wished for a better one today. There are large areas of lawn but there are also old stone walls, small groups of trees, lots of shrubs, statues, sheds, a summer kitchen, lots of places to run and hide.”Your task this morning is to evade capture. The time now is ten to ten, I will release you at 10:00 AM and give you ten minutes grace before I start after you. For your sake, I hope you took in a rough mental map of the surroundings yesterday when we arrived because your task is to remain free until midday.””There are some traps that you must avoid that I’m obviously not going to give you information on but if you do remain free then you can choose a reward from the list of rewards in the contract but if you fail and I capture you and bring you back to the house by midday then you will spend the rest of the weekend gagged with any gag I choose to use on you, and I have many gags to try out. You will not be able to form words until the weekend is over. In addition, I will fit you with a chastity belt that will leave access to your mouth and butthole but not to your cunt or clit.”slave had worn gags for long periods of time, some quite cruel gags too. Ball gags that stretched her jaws until they ached, inflatable butterfly gags that I had pumped up until her mouth was filled with rubber pushing against all sides of her mouth reducing her to little mewling sounds. But slave had never worn a chastity belt before and as I described what was going to happen to her her eyes widened in what looked like an excited fear of the unknown.”OK slave, it’s now five to. I’m going to open the door so you can survey the garden Escort Adana as much as you can from here. I’ve set an alarm on my mobile for ten, when it rings you may run, but do not go before the alarm or you will be punished and we will restart your task after your punishment. Do you understand slave?””Yes Master, i understand. i must not leave the cottage until the alarm rings. Thank you, Sir.”slave stood in the doorway looking outside for potential hiding places, she was trembling slightly, from excitement or trepidation I wondered. Probably a bit of both.The alarm sounded, slave bolted, and I went back to the kitchen for another coffee.After fifteen or twenty minutes of relaxing in the kitchen I went outside, there was no sign of slave so I started towards a group of trees at the bottom of a slope that was the main lawn. It would be a good place to start. I had with me some rope, my impact play instruments and a one and a half metre long dog-catcher pole. The air was sweet and quiet. The temperature was warming up as the garden soaked in the sun’s rays and birds occasionally sang in the trees which swayed gently in the breeze.Ok, let’s concentrate. I think the odds on slave evading capture are pretty minimal but I don’t want to lose this game, particularly as I’d designed it.When I reached the trees I started prodding the undergrowth with my dog-catching stick. I was enjoying being outside almost as much as chasing slave. One of my traps, a simple loop of rope that tightened around an ankle when triggered, was still set. I searched the area. I pushed aside some shrubs and foliage and as I did I heard bells ringing just to my left and saw a glimpse of what looked like slave running up the slope by the boundary wall. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. Yes, that’s her, I could see her about fifty yards ahead.I followed her direction, walking calmly up the slope to the summer kitchen. Within the summer kitchen, there were cupboards, tables for preparing pickles and all other types of food from the garden, along with freezers and alcoves and larders. I searched the kitchen thoroughly and I searched around the outside and I searched inside again.Just as I was leaving I heard the tinkling of bells again. I pictured my pretty slave, what a beauty. The bells indicated that she had gone up behind the cottage. “Where was she hiding,” I thought. “She must have found a very good hiding place to hide for that long.” I guess I was getting close to finding her again.It felt like some time since we had started our game and so I popped back into the kitchen for a snack. I checked the timer on the mobile, the time was approaching 11:00 AM, how time flies when you’re having fun. I made myself another coffee and enjoyed it whilst contemplating slave crouching in her hiding place behind a bush or stone wall. OK, 11:15, although I was enjoying myself, I now have forty-five minutes to find her and bring her back to the cottage to have my fun.I had last heard her running behind the house so I went in that direction although I was aware she may have taken the opportunity to move while I was inside. I checked behind the house, an area with a pergola and some broken statues which were overgrown. I looked behind the statues, pushed aside the foliage and still nothing. I returned to the front door of the cottage. “slave is doing very well in this game,” I thought. “I have searched a lot of the garden now, thoroughly.”I was starting to get a little concerned that slave might actually win, maybe I should have reconnoitred the garden before we had come down together.Previously I had gone left down the slope so this time I will go to the right, the other side of the main drive. I walked briskly down the slope resisting the urge to whistle. I reached the wall and turned left to follow it into some more trees. Directly following a slope rising up to the trees was a mess of branches and flowers and hedges.