Entrapped, Enslaved. Chapters 1-4

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Disclaimer: There is no action in these first chapters. There will be more than enough later, but I want to set up the mood first.

Disclaimer for the stupid: No, don’t go out kidnapping and stuff. I don’t condone it. It’s bad mkay?

Entrapped, Enslaved

Chapter 1) Carpe diem.

It all started in the autumn of my career. I had done quite well for myself, starting a few startups, selling them and keeping stocks in the more successful ones. As I was always able to keep my interests ( IT, chemical engineering and law) at the center of my professional career I was able to build quite a few successful companies. At the age 40 I was rich enough to never think about money again. However, even with all the success I had, I was always missing something. What’s all the money in the world worth if you can’t spend it on anything? Even my hobbies required relatively little to no money. The obvious solution to this problem would be to get a family. But, while I wasn’t opposed to the idea, I never really got around to that. Oh, there was plenty of interest. Why wouldn’t there be? I wasn’t the fittest guy in the world, but I was nice, didn’t look too bad, smart and rich. Plenty of interested women, but none of them stuck around. For this I mostly had myself to blame, as I could never really bring myself to trust them fully. Or, to be more specific, I was/am very into BDSM and was always too timid, cowardly and introverted to tell this to my bed partners. So in the end we always kind of drifted apart. Luckily I could always pay some high class escort girl who didn’t mind doing whatever I wanted.

And then it came to me. I had just finished my latest business deal and was wondering why I was still working, I certainly didn’t need to anymore. I had no goal in life. I had nothing to work for, nothing to really accomplish anymore. I needed to vent my existential midlife crisis, so I invited my friend Ray to a bar. I knew Ray from my college years and we had quite a few business ventures together. His life was quite a bit more defined than mine, which made me a little jealous. He had an expensive hobby, a lovely family and a charming wife. He had a goal in life. After having explained the general aimlessness of my life he said:
“Peter, I felt this was a long time a coming. Your entire life you only worked and partied. Never making a long term commitment. Hell, even your companies you sold after a few years. Mind you, you’ve done really well for yourself, but ‘now what?’, right? It’s a difficult question. But rest assured, you’re not the only one struggling with it.”
“Well, what would you suggest then?” I asked.
“I don’t know man. That’s up to you to decide. But, why dont you get away for a while, clear your head up, go into mother nature, back to your roots and stuff. Maybe you’ll find it there. You don’t need to work anymore. Your set for life and staying here isn’t really helping you…” He replied.
Ray called a waitress and ordered more whiskey. Just before the waitress turned he asked her: “What would you do if, one day, you came to the conclusion that you had no goal in life anymore?”
She laughed and smiled and replied: “Carpe Diem.”
“You hear that?” said Ray. “The world’s your oyster now!”
We laughed and toasted our whiskey glasses: “Carpe diem!”
Talking with Ray always helped clear my head up. I knew what I had to do now, what I wanted. And what I wanted was a slave.

Chapter 2) Getting there

The talk with Ray really helped me put perspective to things. I had a goal in life again! My very own slave! But what kind of slave? It would have to be very different compared to the escorts I always booked. I get my kicks from being in control, from being able to force a slave girl to do something she doesn’t really want to.