Metamorphosis

"Keys on hook?"

"Yes," the blond replied.

"Straps visible?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Boy on knees?"

"NO" she replied loudly.

"Kneel," she barked, looking directly at me.

"Fuck you!" I spat back.

She moved quickly to her left, and pulled on a cable that stretched from the wall to a pulley system that was mounted on the bar above me. My arms were jerked upwards, painfully, until I found myself standing on my toes to keep my shoulders from dislocating. She then tied off her end of the cable, and picked up a small black whip that she must have left just outside the door.

She walked calmly towards me, whipping me on the arms, chest, and cock. I attempted to get away, but all I could do was spin around slightly. She continued to pummel my ass and back with the whip.

I screamed, "Stop! Please stop! Who are you? What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?"

She continued to whip me, her breath now labored from the exertion. "Because" striking me between each word "you" whip "are" whip "a" whip "spoiled" whip "little" whip "brat."

"Do you think you can follow simple commands?" she questioned.

"Yes! Whatever you want! Please stop!" I cried.

So she stopped. She returned to the cable, released her end, which allowed my arms to drop. I immediately dropped to the floor.

"Kneel!" she said.

I managed to sit up and knelt down. To be more accurate, I had to get up to kneel up as I was lying on the floor.

"Hands behind your back," she commanded.

I did as she ordered.

"Now spread those knees out. You are on display for me. I want to see that scrawny little cock of yours." she ordered.

I obeyed, looking at her, trying to figure out why she was treating me like this, trying to connect with her through eye contact so she'd understand what she was doing was wrong.

"Eyes down, slave." she uttered.

"Your only value in life is the ransom your dad will pay and whatever you do that might please me. Right now, you don't please me at all."

'What the fuck?' I thought.

I pride myself on being calm in stressful situations, and I counted to ten, controlled my breathing, and immediately started to study my surroundings more closely. The blond might have been the same woman as last night but with a wig on, or maybe she had a wig on last night.

"Eyes down," she commanded as she whipped the top of my head.

"Sorry." I said in my most convincing manner.

"Yes you are, Danny-Boy." She sneered, laughing softly. "I'm sure you're thinking about how you can escape or how you can overpower us. We're neither easily fooled nor women you have power over. We have the power here. You're considerably deep in the swamp, in an old fishing camp. You can scream your lungs out, but there's no one to hear you, and every scream, any disobedience will be dealt with immediately and severely. I hope your father loves you more than his money, or else you might become alligator food. They love white meat."

I was becoming uncomfortable in my pose, and scooted my knees together to relieve some of the pressure.

"Spread them!" she yelled, whipping me again across the thighs until I opened up again for her.

"Better. You might not have much to show, but I do enjoy making you do so. You've been inflicting your cock on women who have no power for years. Since you're so proud of your cock, it's only right that you display it."

Continuing, she said, "Your first lesson today is Display. When I say display, you drop to your knees, put your hands behind your back, spread your knees, and cast your eyes down. You may look at my shoes, but I don't want to be able to see your eyes." Then in a slow menacing way she said, "Can you manage to carry out one simple task?"

"Yes." I answered.

Flogging me with the whip she said, "You may address me as Mistress or even Miss, but only when you're spoken to. Do you understand?"

"Ye-yes Miss." I stammered.

With that, she turned around and left the room. I heard a metallic sound and the light above the door turned red.

I got up painfully, and returned to the bed.

After lying down, I realized I really need to pee. I got up and peed in the toilet and returned to the bed.

The lights went down, and the TV came on. Instead of sports or the financial news I was accustomed to watching, what appeared to be porn came on. Instead of a naked woman, there was a nude man, tied up, being given verbal instructions from a mostly naked woman. She told him how to Display. He knelt immediately, put his hands behind his back, spread his knees, and looked down. His enormous cock was as hard as a rock. She nudged his balls and cock with the toe of her high heels, and spoke to him in a condescending, but sexy manner.

She told him he was a good boy, and could reward himself. He immediately brought one of his hands to the front and began to masterbate. She teased him with her sexy voice as he continued to beat off. She hit his cock multiple times with a whip, but although he jumped every time he was hit, he never stopped stroking himself. After a few minutes, he had a gigantic eruption of cum, shooting out a foot from his body. He continued to stroke, even though it was obvious from his flinching that his cock was very sensitive. After a painful minute, she said "Stop." He immediately put his hand back behind his back and continued to look down.

"Clean up." She ordered. He immediately got down on all fours and started licking up his cum. The video ended with a trailer that said "Lesson 2, How to Train with a spreader."

Despite my situation, I had gotten hard almost immediately during the video. I had begun to masterbate, actually in time with the man in the video. I was still stroking when the video ended.

Immediately I heard the metallic sound that I now equated with unlocking the door. The light turned green, and the red mask woman, stormed in brandishing the whip.

"Stop it! Stop that right now!" she cursed, "You only beat off when I tell you. You haven't earned that right!"

I stopped, fearing another beating. She then smiled, and said, "It appears you are at least as smart as a dog.

"Now get on your bed. We have a meal coming soon. I hope you like Gumbo."

I climbed onto the bed, waiting for her to leave, and then again started my study of my room and the contraption that I was tethered to.

Possibly realizing what I was doing, the lights went out. Once again the TV came on again. The same instructional video came on. Once again, I got hard when watching, but this time I did not touch myself.

Another video followed. The second defined the role of a "Sub," which I guess was supposed to be me. As a sub I should only speak when spoken to, and should always obey the instructions of my "Domme."

"What the fuck has happened to me?" I thought. Somehow, I needed to escape these crazy bitches.

Sometime later, the lights came on, I heard the mechanical lock, the green light came on, and the door opened. The first woman, with the red mask, emerged carrying a tray with food.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Yes," I honestly replied.

Instead of approaching me with the tray, she immediately turned around, carrying the tray with her. The door closed, the red light came on, and I heard the lock engaging.

A few moments later, a video instructing me to always address my Domme as 'Miss' or 'Mistress' came on. It reminded me to never say 'Yes', but to say 'Yes, Mistress'.

Being really hungry, I loudly said, "I'm sorry Mistress, I meant to say Yes Mistress."

Silence ensued.

Several minutes later the TV came alive again, and the "Display" video played again, followed by a video named "Inspection". Inspection was similar to Display, except that instead of splayed knees, I stood straight up from my knees and put my hands behind my head.

"Practice makes perfect sub," was practically shouted over the rooms speakers.

Understanding that they wanted me to follow the video, I climbed down to the floor and followed the instructions.

"Face the door," was the next command I heard. I followed their instructions, practicing my poses while facing the door.

Several minutes later I heard "Good boy."

Against every fiber of my being, I smiled.

"May I speak, Mistress?" I loudly asked, not knowing how well they could hear me.

"Yes you may, but there's no need to shout." was the reply.

"May I have something to eat, Mistress?" I asked.

"No. You were disobedient and rude. You will eat tomorrow assuming you can manage your tongue and show the proper attitude." was her reply.

I'm fucking starving I thought to myself. "Yes, Mistress" I answered.

"Good night Daniel. Go to bed." was all that was said.

The TV went out, and the only light was the red light above the door.

I slowly walked over to the bed and laid down. I wondered what time it was, and whether it was really nighttime. I had no reference to know. No windows, no live TV, no cell phone, no contact with the outside world at all. Surprising myself, I soon fell asleep.

Daniel: The Room, Day Two

I awoke the next morning with a growling stomach, a need to pee, and a raging hard-on.

"Good morning Danny! I see that you've been dreaming about me! Glad to see you're enjoying yourself while your father is desperately trying to find his little boy. He doesn't quite believe you've been kidnapped." was the first thing I heard.

The Red Masked Domme came in after unlocking the door and going through the verbal security checklist. She was carrying a tray, which I hoped was food.

"Inspection" was all she said. I jumped down to my knees, put my hands behind my head, and looked down. My cock was standing at attention.

"Good boy," she said. "It appears you are trainable after all. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Yes, Mistress." I said, remembering my mistake yesterday.

She placed the tray on the bench. Thinking this might be a trick, I held my pose.

Smiling, she said, "Very good. You're beginning to understand that you are absolutely under my control. If you're really good I might allow you to give yourself a release some day.."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said. Looking down at my throbbing cockhead.

After breakfast, I needed to use the bathroom, but not just to pee. I was absolutely ashamed to take a shit in front of the ever present cameras, but I really needed to. I sat down and immediately emptied my bowels. There was a roll of toilet paper next to the toilet, and somehow wiping myself in front of their watchful eyes was even more embarrassing than taking the shit.

After flushing the toilet the disembodied voice spoke up, "You're a disgusting little thing, but at least clean up. Take a shower."

The water was really cold, but I was able to clean up. The constraints around my waist and wrists hindered my movements, but I was able to take a shower in the open air shower. Without a towel, I had to air dry.

The TV soon came on, and the same instructional videos played with some additional videos on Domme/Sub relationships added along with a video about a cock cage. I feared this meant I'd soon be wearing one. Of course, it also meant someone would have to get close enough to touch me, and I might be able to overpower them.

The final video featured a nearly fully naked Domme wearing a leather bra with exposed nipples and crotchless leather panties. The Sub was fully naked, sporting an enormous hard-on, kneeling in the Display pose while eating the Domme. She was obviously about to climax, giving her Sub instructions when and where to put his tongue. My cock was again as hard as a rock and I really needed to beat off.

"I see you enjoy the Service video. If you are good, you may be allowed to Service me." she said. "Since you've been better behaved so far today, I'll play the video on a loop, and you may masterbate."

"Thank you, Mistress" I said, truly appreciative that I could give myself a release. I immediately began to stroke my cock."

"Only while in the Inspection pose, sub, and face the door." she explained.

I nearly jumped down into my pose, and began to slowly stroke myself. I heard the unmistakable sound of the unlocking door and noticed the lights change to green. Both of the women, wearing their Mardi Gras masks, entered the room and watched.

I could soon feel the tightening up of my balls, and felt and saw the pre-cum at the head of my cock.

"Daniel, look me in the eyes." the Red Mask woman ordered.

I did, and soon began an explosion with cum arcing out towards her as she smiled and licked her lips.

"That was wonderful Daniel." she said, "Was that for me? Were you thinking about servicing me when you came?"

"Yes Mistress" I honestly answered. "I imagined I was inside of you when I came."

"Well, I can't imagine that ever happening, sub. I may watch you cum, and order you to cum, but you're not good enough for me boy. I enjoy watching since I don't have any of my real men out here with me. When I'm with them I'll never think of you and your little cock unless we want to share a good laugh."

"Now clean it up." she sneered.

Remembering the video of the sub licking up his cum, I shuddered. "I can't do that." I said.

The Red Mask woman said to her partner "Get me the enforcer please."

The other woman, smiling and raising an eyebrow, handed a stick to her.

"Raise his arms." she said.

Pulling up the cable, my arms raised and I stood. "Inspect!" the Red Mask yelled.

I dropped the best I could to my knees. The other woman lowered my arms to the point that I could kneel leaving my hands raised above my head, a perfectly vulnerable position.

The Red Mask poked the stick into my cock and pushed a button on it. An unbelievable electric shock burned into my cock. My entire body spasmed. She wrenched it over to my balls and pushed the button again. The pain was unbelievable. I didn't think it could be worse than a shock to my dick, but I was wrong. My body spasmed again, and despite the strain on my shoulders, I pulled hard against the cable, trying to get away.

"Are you ready to clean up, boy?" she snarled through clenched teeth.

"YES! Yes Mistress!" I panted.

"Good. I do prefer it when you know your place little boy. Let's see you make that floor sparkling clean." she exclaimed, smiling wickedly at me.

With the cables now being lowered, I was able to crawl over to the splatters on the floor. I bent over and licked it up.

"You missed a spot." the Red Mask pointed with the toe of her shoe. "When you finish, you can lick my shoes too."

I obeyed, and then sat on the floor looking sullenly at the two women.

"Daniel, it's time we had a serious talk. Your father is trying to pretend he doesn't have the money we require for your release. We've asked for $60 million in BitCoin. He's pretending he doesn't know how to do that either. We know his company has used BitCoin in some of his overseas transactions to avoid income taxes."

I know my father well. He's trying to investigate who the kidnappers are and where they're holding me. He's unlikely to pay.

"What happens if he doesn't pay?" I asked.

"You'll lose a body part which will be sent to him." she calmly replied.

I immediately thought of my cock. "Please, don't do that." I said.

"You're thinking of your cock. You're ALWAYS thinking of your cock, Daniel. I was thinking more of a finger, something that can be identified." she answered.

I immediately felt the phantom pain in my hand, somehow I had identified the left index finger as the digit in question. I slowly rubbed the finger.

"Thanks, I know which one to take now." she said. "Of course, if that doesn't work, it will be another finger, then a hand, then ... well maybe your cock. The blood loss cutting off a cock is much greater. I hate to lose you as a bargaining chip."

I slowly began to sob. I believe it's important to always show strength, but the reality of my situation was beginning to sink in. I might die here.

Approaching me, she gently ran her fingers through my hair. "Hopefully it won't come to that Dear. I'm sure your father, in his own way, loves you. I believe he'll pay us."

James: Day Two

"Have we found out where that dumbass is?" James Scheffield screamed at Robert, his chief of security.

"No sir, Mr. Scheffield. We know he checked into his room. He met briefly with their butler service, and later spoke with his Administrative Assistant about his dinner reservation. We know he ate dinner at Commander's Palace because we have a copy of credit card transaction." Robert replied. "However, we have no information on his movements afterwards. He did not book a ride with Uber or Lyft back to the hotel, and he had no credit card transactions since the restaurant."

"What about the restaurants security cameras" James asked.

"We couldn't get it from them. Since we don't want to reveal that Mr. Scheffield might have been kidnapped, it's difficult to convince them to release the video."

"You can't just hack into their system?" James queried.

"It's not as easy as they show it on TV.'' Robert answered. "Maybe it's time to call in the police."

"Fuck that Robert. I don't want my competition to know anything about this. We have sensitive negotiations going on in Colorado right now, and I don't want to mess that up."

"Then I recommend we pay the ransom." Robert said.

"We? Who the fuck is We, Robert? Are you putting up some of the $60 mill?" James fumed.

"No sir, but I know I'd pay whatever I had to if this was my son." Robert replied.

"I know, Robert, I know. I've arranged for the money, and I'm working on the process to convert it into BitCoin and deposit it into their Bitcoin wallet." James quietly replied.

"My IT folks say that it's next to impossible to track the money once it's converted into BitCoin. They said that the ransom demand appears to come from a Russian IP address, which they believe is spoofed. Essentially they're as useful in this as you have been." James declared.

"The FBI might be able to trace it." Robert said. He noticed that James grimaced when he mentioned the feds. James had issues with the FBI in some of his international dealings, and he held a sizable grudge against them.

"No way Robert. I want someone who can do what the FBI does, and knows the New Orleans world. Do you think you can find someone for me?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Scheffield." Robert replied, thinking it would never work. The FBI has techniques that some backroom private eye in New Orleans would never have.

"I'm sending the money tomorrow morning at 9am." James said as he showed Robert to the door.

James poured himself a Scotch, enabled his security system, and walked to his bedroom. He was frustrated and needed a release. He had managed to arrange one that was to his liking.

He had located Katrina on a website that specialized in Eastern European women. Katrina was a rental, and would be sent back when he tired of her. She believed they would be getting married. Katrina was in his bedroom, wearing a sexy negligee. She immediately looked alarmed when she saw his mood. She walked up to him, and said, "Let's make love James, I need you inside me."

James slapped Katrina across the face and started ripping the flimsy nightgown off of her. Pulling down his trousers, he forced her to all fours and began to anally fuck her, forcing her head down with his hand.

Katrina knew better than to complain when he was in one of these moods, she just tried to enjoy it. One day she would make him pay, but that day wasn't today.

Against her own wishes, her nipples hardened, and her pussy was wet with excitement. "Please James, fuck my pussy! I want to feel your cum inside of me."

James pulled out, repositioned her, and thrust his cock into her fully lubricated pussy. Nothing was as exciting as a woman, on all fours, begging to be fucked. He was quite proud of his 9 inch dick, and thrilled at the thought of forcing it on her.