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Bloom: Part 1 – The Abduction
Karen had been waiting forever. The seed had been planted a very long time ago, just flashes of something disturbing that would sometimes come to her while having sex or in a dream. At first she was troubled and tried to figure out why or where these thoughts were coming from, but then she began to accept them, and finally embraced them. After all they were just thoughts. She had always secretly been attracted to women yet never really had the guts to act on it, plus she was married and the idea of sharing a woman with her husband was really unappealing…in fact, he was unappealing. The divorce had been the turning point, it was nasty and she vowed from then on that she would do things for herself. She had shocked everyone who had expected this shy, pleasant woman to simply accept the settlement and back off, and had hired a tough, top rated divorce lawyer. Her lawyer went for the jugular. She was a wealthy woman now, and not dependant on anyone anymore. Alone in her house she was able to escape all the restrictions imposed upon her, and she cut loose her “friends”. The few remaining duties she carried over with her were the upkeep of the house and tending to her garden. She would spend hours every day preening and cultivating. Her particular love was for her roses, she pampered them as she wished to be pampered.
It didn't hurt if she just planned out her ideas more thoroughly; that was part of the fantasy right? The handgun and stun gun she purchased could be easily explained as purely defensive items a single woman might want to use for protection, that justification worked on herself at least. For other items the Internet was wonderful…it allowed her to acquire things she would be too afraid to do in person. She began purchasing quite a lot of bondage toys and dungeon equipment, but also purchased something a bit more ominous, a liquid tranquilizer. If this was fantasy, why did she do that? She had half expected it to not be delivered or for it to be fake. But it did arrive like every thing else she ordered, a little gift from Mexico. Karen did quite a bit a research on the drug, and one night tried a sample on herself, it worked like a charm. Possessing the tranquilizer did make her excited, it was real . Holding the bottle made her wonder if it held the key to her ultimate pleasure. Then the bottle sat. Waited.
Something was growing inside of Karen, was it apprehension? No. Maybe it was resolution. She was becoming more excited as she prepared. She arranged the basement where she could keep a slave, erecting sound baffling on the walls, not that anyone would ever hear as Karen's house was miles from the nearest neighbor. A thick chain bolted to the floor, a mattress, heavy-duty locks and bolts and bars, motion detectors, a closed circuit monitoring system with night vision, intercoms. This was becoming a full time job. She became more thrilled as it all started coming together and sometimes couldn't help but to sit down in her private dungeon and masturbate. The thought of controlling someone else's life totally, to think of making them do whatever she wanted made her cum again and again. If she had control she would become the real Karen, she would bloom.
She started eyeing particular women that caught her fancy, watching their habits and routines from afar. It couldn't hurt to just start picking one out, keeping notes on times and dates, people they saw, activities. Right off the bat several were too unpredictable; they had no discernable rhythm to their lives. One however, looked very promising. A student of the University of Wisconsin, this woman was predictable to a tee. Tall and blond, this woman was just her type…hell, they were all her “type”…what was she thinking? The beauty was just icing. All the woman really needed to be was acceptable, she didn't concern herself that much with looks, it was all about control. It was all about Karen.
She watched her for weeks. Karen waited outside her apartment, watched her on campus and followed her to the grocery store. Took photos. A whole surveillance setup was constructed in her van, decked it out with all the comforts of home, and she constantly moved it to not be in one spot too long. Her life began to revolve around this woman. It was now officially obsession. One day when she made sure she wouldn't be seen she took some of the women's mail, leaving enough behind as to not arouse suspicion. Sandra, Sandy, Ms. Sandra Keller. Karen had her name:
Ms. Sandra Jane Keller, lesbian sex slave .
It was now time to lay low for a while. Karen still couldn't tell if she really intended to go through with this or not, so far it was still a fantasy. But she would carry on as if it were reality nonetheless because it excited her, so it was best to have some time between her monitoring of Sandra and the actual abduction in case she had been noticed. Karen loaded up a syringe with what she calculated would be the proper amount of tranquilizer necessary to quickly bring Sandra under. She worked out her move swiftly: shocking a mannequin with the stun gun then injecting fluid into the leg, or pulling the gun out quickly if there was trouble. She also spent the down time planning every possible angle, what if Sandra got the upper hand, what if she escaped, what if she died? Karen had contingencies worked out as well as she could but this was still very high risk. She had never taken a risk like this in her life. This was a turning point.
Karen had started smoking again, it was an ugly habit to her but she had become quite anxious lately, and drinking slowed her down. The thought crossed her mind that she might be developing some real mental problems…however she quickly ignored this as she was never so excited and focused in her life. If she was crazy so be it. Plus if things went bad this might give her a good defense to fall back on.
Finally she could wait no longer, it was time to either make a move and do this or accept the fact that this was only an obsessive fantasy. She knew that Sandra had a night class on Thursdays and since she lived very close to the school she usually walked home. Karen packed up her “kit”: gun, stun gun, loaded syringe and handcuffs. She then placed fake license plates onto her van, this was in case anyone witnessed the abduction it could throw police off the trail. She was surprised that she wasn't as nervous as she had anticipated, probably due to the fact that she could always back out at the last minute, however her heart was still pounding quite heavily in her chest. She drove to the school, which was a good ten miles away; she concluded it was best to abduct someone a decent distance from where you lived. Karen arrived at the campus about an hour before she knew Sandra's class got out and parked on a side street that allowed her view of the exit she always used. As the time ticked closer Karen felt pangs of anxiety she never felt before, now she was nervous. This was crazy. This was thrilling. Finally the first students trickled out. Her heart sank as she saw Sandra come out with a man and walk to his car. When had she started getting rides home? Damn. Then she saw the man hand her a book and start talking to her outside his car. She was not going to ride with him after all. If this went without a hitch he would naturally become the prime suspect. That thought made Karen snicker. Soon they were separated and Sandra began her walk home. Perhaps her last.
Karen's heart was ready to leap out of her chest. Nonetheless she began to pull up towards Sandra. Then the most wonderful thing in the world happened…rain. It was meant to be. She had prepared an elaborate tale of needing directions to an address close to where Sandra lived, even offering her money if she needed as she was hopelessly lost, she would give her a ride home…but this was all unnecessary. The rain made it so simple.
“Do you need a ride?”
Sandra quickly assessed the offer…a woman…there was nothing to fear. “Oh thanks! I could really use it!” She quickly got in and introduced herself. The woman's name was Karen and she looked to be in her mid to late thirties, attractive with dark brown hair. She seemed a bit shy and also kind of nervous. The woman must have been smoking up a storm as the air was thick with smoke, hopefully the smell wouldn't cling to Sandra's clothes, as she didn't want to do wash tonight and had no other clean pants to wear tomorrow. “I live about five blocks down this street.” She hardly noticed Karen reaching for something under her seat…instead, because of the awkward silence she turned her head towards the window and away from Karen. She would always remember the jolting pain followed by a needle prick.
Then nothing.
Karen was shaking uncontrollably now. She almost vomited from her nervousness and realized that she had wet herself. She needed to remain focused now more than ever. She was almost certain that she hadn't been seen and even if she was it would never even register in anyone's long term memory. There was no slowing down, no swerving…Karen hadn't missed a beat. An exit to the freeway had made her one of the hundreds of indistinct vehicles traveling to nowhere.
If she was stopped now her life was over. She didn't even dare look at other cars and just focused on the road ahead. Karen was a machine. In ten minutes she was home yet it was the longest drive of her life. When the garage door closed behind her she let out a sigh of relief. The motionless body of Sandra still lay in the same position that it was when she gave her the injection. The final task was to drag her down to the basement and chain her up. Sandra was heavier than she had anticipated and given that Karen was exhausted from the stress, this became a monumental effort. She almost sent both of them crashing down the stairs but managed to regain her balance. Karen placed her in the middle of the floor and cut away her clothes with a scissors. She had a fantastic body and after Sandra was naked she locked her leg to the chain. Karen then handcuffed her hands in back of her. She couldn't resist a quick feel as Karen had never been this close to another naked female before. But now was not the time, as she needed to go up and finish things.
Karen turned off the lights, went upstairs and poured herself an exceptionally strong drink. She went out to the garage, switched back the license plates and retrieved her kit. She then ran herself a bubble bath, slipped in with her drink and started to finally let it sink in. She had done it. It was real now…and she turned on the monitor to verify this. There bathed in the green glow of the night vision camera lay Sandra, her Sandra. Karen began to finger herself as she watched the motionless slave passed out on the dungeon floor. She could do anything she wanted to now. In total control, she felt powerful, she felt like a goddess. Rubbing her nipples she imagined the reaction of Sandra as she woke up and realized her fate. Karen raised her pelvis out of the water by arching her back. Her pussy was throbbing as she slid her soapy fingers in and out, gently rubbing her bud...this produced a soft sucking sound. Karen's breathing now came in short, sharp breaths. The anticipation of all the demands she would soon have fulfilled by Sandra brought her to the most spectacular orgasm, making her cry out loud for what seemed like forever.
She was quite intoxicated by the time she finally went to bed, so much so that she didn't even bother to find out if her captive had awakened yet. It didn't matter much as now both women, for very different reasons, lay in a coma like sleep.
The next morning brought a startling revelation. It had nothing to do with the dramatic events of the previous night or the fact that Karen now owned another human being. Purposely avoiding turning on her monitors and checking if Sandra was awake, Karen instead went about her daily tasks as normal, but her heart pounded through it all…the first dramatic confrontation between mistress and her slave was near. Then as she began to tend her garden she saw it. In the center was a rose named Ruby Celebration - a deep red rose that sometimes produced very dark petals. Despite all the care she had given it, the rose had stubbornly refused to bloom. She had decided that if it didn't produce by the end of the season she would have to dig it up. But now it had come into flower, offering its unique gift to Karen…a single jet-black rose.
Karen had studied roses and knew what she was staring at shouldn't exist. Roses sometimes got very dark and were called “black”, but were in reality a dark red. Black Magic and other varieties rarely even got close to being black, but this one was genuine. Studying it up close she touched its velvet petals to make sure it was really there. Not a hint of red anywhere. She had read that the black rose signaled a rebirth, if that was the case this was the sign of the arrival of the real Karen . She smiled and walked back inside with a new determination…it was time to meet her slave.
Turning on the monitor, she saw her new slave looking about. Sandra was obviously yelling something but Karen's excellent soundproofing prevented any noise from reaching upstairs. She turned on the intercom to listen in…it was the expected cries for help. Smiling she turned down the sound a bit and began to prepare herself. Karen didn't like leather bondage attire, it seemed to her too masculine. That was not who she was, she was not butch . She adored lace and light feminine things, she liked perfume and makeup and long flowing hair. That was what was wrong with the female doms in the BDSM scene, they had little femininity. Karen wanted to remain a woman through and through, no testosterone needed, just cunning and conviction and control. Making herself up as if she was going on a date, she took her time brushing her hair, and started to find immense pleasure in listening to Sandra's pleading. There was an edgy panic to her cries that began to make Karen moist, and she allowed herself to take her time and drink it all in. She started to softly rock her naked ass back and forth on the chair and caressed her hair with the brush, moving very slowly down the length of her locks. Beginning to touch herself, she stopped just short of orgasm and resumed focus on her tasks. The makeup was not for Sandra's benefit, it was for Karen's, and she wanted to feel beautiful. Deciding to wear her favorite black teddy in honor of the occasion, she put it on and admired her supple body in the mirror, then slipped on her simple but elegant red pumps. Red and black, her Black Widow colors. The spider was going down to toy with her prey.
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