My Sweet Prisoner

A few hours had passed (it was now 12:30 in the afternoon) and after a little sleep I was ready to see how Ashley was doing. I set up the next envelope in the mechanism behind her wall, then turned on the monitor to her room.

Ashley was sitting up in the bed with her back against the wall, with her computer on her lap. She had stopped crying, and honestly looked to be in pretty good shape.

I pressed the button on my console, causing the slot in her room to open, and the next envelope to slide into her room. She looked down at the envelope as it skidded to a stop, and with a quick glance up at the camera, scooted off the bed and reached for the envelope.

ASHLEY WATSON-

IN APPROXIMATELY 30 MINUTES, THE GREEN LIGHT ABOVE YOUR DOOR WILL LIGHT. TEN MINUTES AFTER THIS LIGHT GOES ON, THE DOOR WILL OPEN AND YOU ARE TO PROCEED INTO THE NEXT ROOM.

AGAINST THE WALL YOU WILL FIND A COPY OF TODAY'S NEWSPAPER AND ANOTHER ENVELOPE WITH FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE MESSAGE YOU ARE TO GIVE TO YOUR PARENTS. THIS MESSAGE WILL BE RECORDED AS INDICATED BY THE FLASHING RED LIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM.

ON THE WALL BY THE NEWSPAPER ARE TWO WRIST RESTRAINTS ATTACHED TO THE WALL. YOU MUST PICK UP THE NEWSPAPER AND ENVELOPE, THEN SECURE THE RESTRAINTS ON YOUR WRISTS BEFORE OPENING THE ENVELOPE.

ONCE YOU HAVE COMPLETED THE INSTRUCTIONS, THE RECORDING WILL STOP, THE RESTRAINTS RELEASED, AND YOU MAY THEN ORALLY REQUEST ANYTHING YOU MAY NEED DURING YOUR TIME HERE.

YOU WILL ALSO FIND BOTTLES OF WATER AND SANDWICHES IN THE SLOT.

Ashley jumped down from her bed after reading the new note and pulled the water and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out from the slot.

After quickly wolfing down a sandwich and a bottle of water, I watched her as she sat there thinking. A few minutes later, as if she suddenly made up her mind, she jumped up, rummaged through the dresser, and closed herself in the bathroom.

It wasn't until 20 minutes later when Ashley emerged from the bathroom that I finally realized what I had done. There on the monitor (and practically in the next room) was that beautiful girl that I had been so obsessed with all these months! I stopped looking at her as the "objective" I kidnapped and stowed in my basement, and once again saw the object of my desire, feeling a powerful erection form as I watched her sit back down on the bed facing the door.

She was dressed in a pair of jeans (the only one I brought her) and a blue long sleeve pullover. She looked as beautiful as ever, perhaps wanting to look as normal as possible for her parents.

I wondered which of her panties that I brought she was wearing, and felt a little disappointment that she didn't bring her night clothes out to be washed. With regret I realized that with all of the time she was out I never checked to see whether or not she slept with underwear beneath her sweatpants!

In any case my excitement was certainly back as I thought of what the days ahead would bring. I spent another few minutes admiring her face, again picturing how that adorable girl would look in the throws of orgasm. She got up and started pacing, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her firm young buttocks. My hands involuntarily clenched, impatiently waiting to touch her. I couldn't believe I carried her unconscious just last night without any of these lustful thoughts!

Finally it was time. I switched her green door light on.

She looked up at the light, then glanced at the computer now on her desk, presumably to check the time.

I switched on the lights for the main room, the flashing red signal light and the two camera monitors. The newspaper, envelope and shackles were all set.

After 10 minutes, I pressed a switch and her door opened. She carefully looked into the main room, then nervously stepped inside. With a button push, I closed and locked the door behind her.

Ashley walked around the room, looking first at the restraints, newspaper and envelope against the one wall before heading to the door below the flashing red light. She halfheartedly tugged at it before continuing to the door across from hers, again giving the cursory pull.

I saw her look back to her door, with it's opaque window and then look back at the opposite door, I'm sure noting the similarities.

Finally she walked back to the material by the wall and picked up the newspaper and envelope. I could feel my heart race as she pulled one restraint out of the wall and examined it with her free hand. I knew that this was a pivotal moment in my "training".

Instead of slipping it on her wrist however, she let go, allowing it to retract to the wall. She looked up at the camera and the flashing light for a moment then began opening the envelope.

I had anticipated this and immediately turned off all the lights. She was suddenly immerged in complete darkness save for the little flashing light signifying the camera that was recording her. Of course I could no longer see her, but I hoped she got the message. She had not followed the instructions.

I listened carefully for some indication of what she was doing. Perhaps I heard her feet shuffle, perhaps the rustling of paper. My plan was to wait 10 minutes before turning the lights back on, and if she attempted to again read the letter without the restraints on, I'd plunge her back into darkness.

"I'm sorry", I heard her say haltingly, and my heart leapt hearing her voice. "I put it back in the envelope!"

After a deep breath, I switched the light back on, causing her to cover her eyes at the sudden brightness. As promised, she held the closed envelope in front of her.

"I'll put them on . . .I'm just . . ." She trailed off looking at the restraints.

She gingerly slipped her right hand through the left restraint which tightened firmly about her wrist. Transferring the papers, she did the same with her left.. With the push of a button I locked the cords giving only a foot of slack for each restraint.

I had to remind myself to blink as I watched her suspiciously open the envelope and read the note.

ASHLEY WATSON -

YOU MUST:

HOLD THE NEWSPAPER OUTWARDS SO THE FRONT PAGE CAN BE SEEN. YOU WILL THEN GIVE AN ORAL MESSAGE TO YOUR PARENTS REGARDING YOUR RESTRAINT AND WELL BEING. ONCE THE RECORDING LIGHT IS OFF, YOU MAY REQUEST ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEED.

Ashley looked up briefly before turning the newspaper forward (the restraints only allowing her hands to barely touch), then took a deep breath, and looked to the flashing red light in the dark window.

"Hi mom, hi dad! Umm, well here I am, I'm not sure where exactly . . but I just want to let you know I'm fine." She flashed a brave smile. She gestured down, "Don't know if you want to read it, but here's today's newspaper. . . I hope I'll see you soon . . ..I miss you and. . . . ."

I switched the flashing light off, and pressed the button to loosen the shackles, at the same time open the door to her room.

"Oh", she said in surprise, quickly taking off the slack restraints. A bit confused she started walking back to her room.

"One thing . ." she said suddenly, returning to her previous spot. "Can I have a salad or something? I've never really cared for PBJs. . . . Thanks . . "

She turned and walked back into her room, my eyes glued to her sweet bottom as she closed the door.

The wait during the next two days got harder and harder, but I had a plan and I was determined to stick to it. I kept the same routine. Three times a day she would need to shackle herself to the wall, and either give a message to her parents, or do some other task I came up with (for instance taking her temperature one day, her blood pressure the next, both without the "flashing red light", as if assuring her this was not to be recorded for her parents), and she was getting more and more used to following my orders. She was being treated well, and didn't seem mind the routine.

I was rewarded on the second day when she emerged to the main room in her sweat pants and t-shirt to do something which looked like yoga. She did it in the corner of the room away from the "display" area, perhaps trying to get as much privacy as possible, but I had two cameras for that room, one focused on the shackles, and one with a wide angle lens. Although I had planned to wait for greater things, I couldn't help but masturbate as I watched her beautiful little body stretch in all kinds of wonderful ways.

After showering and dressing (I started to regret the omission of a camera in the bathroom!), she did slide a bundle of clothes through the slot for washing. For some reason I had a sudden gentlemanly compulsion, discreetly retrieving her clothes and dropping them in the washing machine upstairs.

By intercepting an email from her parents (I replied for her how busy I was and would write back later, and oh . . .my phone broke as well . . .), my notes gave her an update about her aunt who's doing better in the hospital after her hernia operation. My plan was to further reassured her that whoever was holding her was indeed in contact with her parents. I also made sure to update her as to when she would be released, within a week or two.

All of this seemed to work to earn her trust and I knew it was finally time to move to the next stage of my plan.

Chapter 7 - Immersion

The fourth morning I had Ashley hold up the daily newspaper, say hello, and then I shut the lights and had her return to her room. I watched her as she got out her computer and started typing something. She was wearing a knee length beige skirt and dark blue short sleeved top. She had on white sneakers, I could see no socks.

. . . . . . . . .

When her door opened a few hours later she probably left the room, looking at the floor first to make sure she didn't miss any messages. Perhaps she noticed the red light wasn't on, perhaps not. But I'm sure she did notice that the opaque window on the other door was now showing light. I don't know if she knocked on the door, or called out or just waited. And when the green light went on, I'm not sure if she counted down the ten minutes, anxiously waiting for the door to open. But I do know that when I awoke in that bed, my head pounding from my self induced, drugged slumber, Ashley was kneeling down next to my bed with the most angelic smile I had ever seen.

"John?", she asked sweetly, holding up the envelope with my name.

"Yea?", I replied with a not entirely faked grimace. "Who are you? Where am I?" I looked around feigning confusion.

"My name's Ashley, and you're ok, you're fine.", she assured me, and I delighted in her gentle touch on my shoulder. "I know this is going to be really scary, but I . . I've been here a few days and it's OK".

I looked at her suspiciously. "Here" she offered, handing me the envelope, "this was left for you. I got the same thing a few days ago." She showed me that first note to her, held in her other hand.

I read the note (basically the same as hers), and made a bit of a show asking about my parents, confused about why "they" were doing this. I offered to her that my father owned an oil refining facility in the Gulf of Mexico, and could this have anything to do with why I was here? I acted shocked as she informed my of the similarity of her father's work.

Ashley showed me around my room and bathroom (of course not knowing about the hidden doorway behind my medicine cabinet), pointing out my books, my clothes, my DVD player which were all provided for me. I swear I started falling in love with her then, as sweet as she was being to me, as hard as she was trying to comfort me.

She took me into the main room and showed me the shackles and told me how it wasn't a big deal, and what she'd had to do while she'd been there. I couldn't believe how positive she was being about the whole thing and wondered how much was for my sake and if she possibly could be adjusting that well.

And every time she turned around I couldn't help but stare at that perfect ass of hers. I couldn't stop leaning in and smelling her hair. When she turned back around, took my hand and asked if I was all right, I thought I'd melt.

And as I answered "Yes, thank you", I stared at that beautiful mouth and wondered if I would soon have those lips around my suddenly raging hard-on. Suddenly afraid she may notice my excitement, I put my hand in my pocket to push the button on the remote, turning off the main light.

"Oh," she remarked, "that means I'm . . .we're supposed to go back to our rooms. You'll probably be called out for the newspaper thing later." She started backing away.

"Thanks Ashley" I called, watching her silhouette in the doorway. "Thank you."

I stepped in my door and had both doors close. I couldn't help but run into the bathroom and wildly masturbate into the toilet with visions of my sweet beautiful Ashley running through my head. I knew I would have her soon.

I kept Ashley's schedule pretty much the same, but once a day I had our time in the main room overlap so we could talk and I could admire her up close. I thanked her for her guidance, and told her everything was as she said it would be. I told her that I even asked for and received a couple of DVDs I had requested.

When I wasn't in the room with her, and my door was safely shut (and presumably soundproof), I would go into the control room and idly watch Ashley as she read, typed on the computer (a diary of everything that's happened since she's been in here, she whispered to me earlier that day while gesturing to the camera), or ate her salads.

With this routine set, it was time to move to the most rewarding stage of my plan. It was amazing I had kept my hands off her this long, and now finally, after months and months of lusting after her, the wait would be over.

Chapter 8 - The Next Step

That morning my heart was pounding so fast I thought I would pass out. It was finally time, today would bring the first of my rewards.

I don't know why I was so nervous as she took that note off the floor of her room. It's contents were certainly nothing out of the ordinary.

ASHLEY WATSON-

GO TO THE MAIN ROOM, PICK UP YOUR ENVELOPE, PUT ON THE RESTRAINTS, SLIP THE PULSE MONITOR ON YOUR LEFT MIDDLE FINGER, AND THEN READ THE INSTRUCTIONS.

The green light above her door turned on and she waited patiently for the 10 minutes to pass before the door would open.

Staring at the monitor I cursed myself for this delay, but knew it to be essential for what would follow. I forced myself to run upstairs and take out the trash, do the dishes, anything to occupy those 600 seconds.

Finally it was time. I was back in the control room, alternating between the monitors of the room, the wide angle and the close shot of the shackles and the new envelope waiting on the ground.

The door opened and Ashley walked right over, picked up the envelope, placed the pulse monitor on her finger and slid on the restraints. If she noticed that they retracted a bit more than usual, pulling her hands near her shoulders, she made no indication.

I stopped breathing as she opened the envelope and read the note.

ASHLEY WATSON -

YOU MUST ORGASM

A perplexed look crossed her face as she read and reread the note, as if trying to discern some hidden meaning. She shook her head and looked towards the camera, then towards my closed door, as if searching for an explanation. Did she notice that the flashing red light was off? Did this matter? I wondered if this small detail of mine was helpful, perhaps assuring her (incorrectly) that she was not being taped. And would the monitor on her finger keep her from trying to "fake" an orgasm?

She shrugged her shoulders in disbelief, and in doing so, the cables retracted a bit more, pulling her hands to her sides just below her breasts. She shook her wrists as if to loosen the cable, but each movement just seemed to pull her hands closer and closer to her sides.

Realizing she was now pretty much stuck to the wall she stopped struggling and just stood against the wall looking straight ahead.

Standing there she was a vision in her jeans and white button down top. With her hands pulled back against the wall, her chest jutted out a bit, displaying her perfect B-cup (I found out from her laundry) breasts, causing her top to pull just the slightest bit on the button between them. I zoomed the camera in and a little lower, framing the "v" formed at her crotch, imagining the delights held just behind that one button and zipper. I went back up to her beautiful face, her little nose, those cute freckles, that wonderful mouth. . .

Looking at her, knowing that she was even just thinking about the word "orgasm", was just about driving me crazy. Had she orgasmed before? Has any lucky man (or perhaps her friend Ellen?) been fortunate enough to help bring about her climax?

I knew in my state I could hardly pull off what I had planned next, so once again, while staring at my sweet Ashley's face, with the thought of her own climax running through her head, I decided to take care of myself.

Twenty minutes later, although still aroused, I felt I could control myself enough for the next step.

Ashley had been standing there for almost 30 minutes now, pretty much just staring straight ahead. I had no idea what was going through her head when I pushed the button to activate the light over my door.

She snapped her head up to look at the doorway, then slowly down, apparently deep in thought. I leaned closer to the monitor, looking to see what she would do, knowing my door would soon open.

As if making up her mind, she glanced over one more time to the door, then closed her eyes. I stared at her crotch, her thighs, looking for any kind of movement. Sure enough, I saw her knees press together, her legs turned inward, trying to create some pressure in that most tender spot. Her hands strained downward in futility, unable to aid in her task.

After a couple of glorious minutes watching her squirm like this, her eyes shot open and she opened her hands in frustration.

"How am I supposed to . . . ." she growled, now just standing still against the wall.

I had two minutes left to get back to my room and prepare for the best acting of my life.

"Ashley are you OK?" I asked with great concern when my door opened and I saw her stuck to the wall. I rushed over to her doing my best not to stare at her beautiful chest displayed before me.

"Yea, fine . . I'm just . . . stuck", she said quietly. I delighted at the flush in her face.

"It didn't release this time? Is it broken?" I asked making a show of examining the restraints.

"No, I guess it's OK", she said quickly, looking down. "I just . . haven't . . "

I waited for her to continue. "Haven't . . .?" I prodded.

She looked briefly up at me before shyly averting her gaze. "Haven't done what . . . it says . . "

I looked down at the note which she had dropped and stooped to pick it up.

"No!", she cried suddenly, "Don't . . read it please . ."

I gave her a surprised and sympathetic look and shook my head. "All right." I put the paper back on the floor. "How long have you been like this?"

She gave a weak smile. "I don't know, a while . .."

"Well," I said, walking confidently back to my room, "Let me at least get you a chair to sit . . Oh . . ." I came back empty handed. "Sorry, bolted down."

"Thanks anyway . .. "

I sat down against the wall by my door. "Hmmmm. . . Ashley, you know you'll be released once you do . . . whatever it is on the note. Can't you just do it, or say it, or whatever?"

She looked at me for a few seconds. "It's just that . ." I could see her face getting redder. "It says to . . . . Ok, just read it."

I got up and once again felt my heart race. But I had to play this straight.

I picked up the note, read it and did the best "shocked" face I could muster. "Are they serious?". Apparently my facial antics were unnecessary as Ashley was still just looking at the floor. She shook her head in the affirmative.