By ChrisTheHiker
The encounter
This story recounts the relationship between a dom and a sub, and the world they create together. It unfolds in several parts, each divided into chapters. Each part stands alone, so that they can be read several months later without having to revisit the entirety of the previous parts. The world and the characters, however, remain the same. The first part recounts the beginning of their encounter and the development of a relationship that will prove to be intense. All characters are legal adults.
Chapter 1: What have I got myself into?
My heart is racing. I take deep breaths and exhale slowly to try and ease the stress that is overwhelming me. Stress and excitement. It all happened so fast until I found myself here in this isolated house, creaking in the gusts of wind. I am on my knees, sitting on my heels, legs spread apart. My clothes have been taken away; I am wearing nothing but my black Diesel briefs. My hands are handcuffed behind my back and the chain of my handcuffs is attached to an eyelet fixed in the wall. I am still wearing the chain that Finn padlocked around my neck in the airport car park.
Despite the bad weather outside, the atmosphere in the house is warm and the temperature pleasant. You can tell at a glance that particular attention has been paid to the details. The materials appear to be of excellent quality, the décor is subtle and thoughtful, and every space seems to have been designed for a specific purpose. I am at the entrance of the living room. I see a black leather sofa that must have cost at least two months’ salary, and a giant television compared to the tiny screen I have in my shared flat. In the corner of the room stands a black metal wood-burning stove. A long solid wood table with eight chairs suggests that there often are guests invited in this house. From where I stand, I can only see part of the kitchen worktop. Black granite, white units – very modern, in keeping with the rest of the house.
I am facing a large wooden staircase with metal and glass banisters leading to the upper floor. It stands in the middle of the room like an invitation to go and see what’s hidden upstairs.
On the other side of the staircase, two closed doors.
I hear footsteps upstairs. I have been told to wait in this position, but my knees are starting to ache. I try to adjust my stance slightly to relieve the strain on my muscles and joints. I wonder what Finn is up to upstairs.
I have nothing else to do but keep watching this room. My attention is drawn to a few rather surprising details in this extremely clean and tidy house. In particular, in many places I notice rails similar to the ones Finn used to attach the ring and my handcuffs to the wall behind my back. I see them on some walls, sometimes stretching a few dozen centimetres, sometimes running the full height of the wall. Looking up, I also see them on the ceiling, running the entire length of the room in both directions, spaced every metre, forming a grid. At first I thought they were decorative, but on closer inspection, I notice it is the same mounting system.
On the floor, there are no rails, but numerous black dots also spaced at 1-metre intervals.
The wall décor is understated. A few photos of nature—the sea, the forest—seem to depict local landscapes.
My observation is interrupted by Finn, who is coming down the stairs opposite me. He is still wearing his leather trousers and ankle boots. However, he has taken off his T-shirt and is wearing only a bulldog chest harness. Whilst I had suspected as much beneath his tight-fitting T-shirt during the journey, I now have confirmation: Finn is athletic and works out. His bulging abs and pecs are evidence of rigorous and serious training.
In his hand, he holds a ball gag and several chains to which leather shackles are attached. And a piece of cloth.
“Welcome home, boy,” he says, staring at me with his piercing blue eyes.
To be continued…
Metal would like to thank the author, ChrisTheHiker, for this story and welcome him to the Prison Library.