For the very first time, I had full, unrestricted access to Emily’s gorgeous body. It took all of my willpower resisting the urge to rip all of her clothes off and take her right there on the floor.

This wasn’t how I wanted us to experience our first time together though. She was special, and therefore deserved a “special” treatment.

Although she was laying on my floor, she wasn’t quite home yet. I picked her up and made my way to the door leading down to the basement, when a pleasant scent graced my nose. It might’ve been Chanel or Tom Ford.

I carried her into her new home as if it was our wedding day. I looked down at her gorgeous, sleeping face and couldn’t believe my luck.

I shut the door behind us, knowing that Emily would never see the sunlight again.

When we arrived downstairs, I headed straight to the door to the right, leading to my new pet’s permanent “residence”.

When it came to security, I didnt spare any expenses. Instead of the old & weak wooden door, we now stood in front of a heavy metal door, secured with a 6 digit code.

Inside, the room essentially looked as it always had, with one tiny difference. It was a few inches smaller. I had found a technique to first add soundproofing panels and cover them with a fresh layer of cement afterwards. This would prevent Emily from any attempt of messing with it.

In the exact center of the floor, there was a big iron ring. It was embedded in the cement, but didnt have to be too sturdy, as it was just there for special occasions in case my slave needed a little extra punishment.

In the far right corner, there was a regular mattress. It was completely new, since I’d wanted Emily to be relatively clean ( although not for her own sake, obviously ).

I didn’t have any experience when it came to the installation of toilets and surely wasn’t going to bring in an expert to work on my new “slave dungeon”, which is why I opted for a simple bucket in the other corner of the room.

As I laid her onto her new bed, I took another look for what would now be her home. Grey, cold walls, a bucket and a mattress on the floor. She’d get used to it, I told myself as i left the room.

The solution I had injected into her would apparently give me a time window of about two hours before she’d awake again. As I didn’t fully want to rely on that number, I did my best to be done within 30 minutes.

I went upstairs, into a small room next to my bedroom, which had been heavily remodeled as well. It would serve as my video security hub. 6 monitors and 8 total cameras would give me total awareness of all events outside and inside of my house, including Emily’s cell.

There she was. The monitor on the bottom left showed me the sleeping queen. I was hoping she’d dream of big fields, butterflies and rainbows, because when she’d awake, she would find herself in an inescapable nightmare.

I turned the remote controlled camera towards the metal door, ensuring that i fully closed it.

About an hour later, when I checked the live feed for what must’ve been the millionth time, I finally detected some movement. Emily’s body made small, barely visible asjustments with her body. Another ten minutes passed, while I was essentially glued to the screen in front of me, when she moved her eyelids for the first time.

A few, endless seeming moments went by as my pet stared blankly up at the ceiling, clearly still halfway in her dreamworld.

Suddenly, in a fracture of a second, Emily’s beautiful, brown eyes widened in horror as she immediately jumped up from the mattress. She most definitely remembered the last few seconds she was awake. Neighbor, door, needle…black.

This moment was even sweeter than I pictured in my head. She looked around the room, clearly panicking at the realisation of what was happening.

Luckily, I also installed a 2 way communication system, which would allow me to talk to my slave from pretty much anywhere, using just a program on my phone, which was also able to display the live camera view.

“Hello?! Please! What’s happening?”, she asked in a shaky, uncomfortable way.

She continued the anticipated & quite understandable begging and pleading phase for about ten minutes, all while trying to open the large door to her cell. Her efforts eventually stopped as she dropped to her knees, fully defeated.

I decided this would be the right moment, as I pressed the microphone button on my security program.

“Hi Emily. As you might hav…”

“PLEASE! OMG PLEASE! You don’t have to do this! I know who you are. Please!”

My speech was cut short by even more pointless begging.

I let her calm down again, as I went and made me a coffee. When I returned to the surveilence room, silence had yet agai returned to the underground cell, which made me go for another attempt.

“You might..”

“Please…”, she said, quieter this time.

I stopped again and let another few minutes pass.

At my third attempt, Emily had learned not to interrupt me, if she wanted any kind of communication to happen.

“You might’ve noticed that you’re inside of a cell right now. I believe there is no nice or gentle way of saying this, which is why I’ll just be direct with you.

You’re here to become my slave. You’ll learn to serve me and follow any command without hesitation…”

In preparation of my speech, I zoomed the high quality camera on Emily’s tear-streaked face, in order to capture her reaction. She didn’t disappoint. The word slave had made her lower lip shake uncontrollably, as new tears formed in the corner of her eyes.

“I’ll leave you now, so you can take everything in until I show up at your door later tonight. This is your new home, so try to get accustomed to your bed and toilet.”

With a shocked expression, Emily took a look at the bucket, fully realising it’s purpose now.

“See you later.”, i said, disabling the microphone again.

“Wait! Please dont! Please I’ll do anything!”, she pleaded.

Intending to take a break, I muted the audio coming from the basement microphone and went to make me a sandwich.

Tonight was going to be fun.

to be continued.