My Secluded Weekend

By Barbara Powell

Prepare yourself for complete domination. Spend the weekend submitting to Dom's every whim, fulfilling his deepest desires and your own aching needs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barbara Powell
• Release date: Oct 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301080106

Barbara Powell

I grew up all over the place. My father followed mining and construction. Many of the places where we lived no longer exist, at least as physical structures. Sulphur and Trego are names on a map. Only a few boards and rusted cans mark where the towns once stood. The tapestry of relationships these towns once held are gone. All that remains are memories and stories. I live in Winnemucca Nevada in a house my grandfather built surrounded by trees and shrubs. Wild birds and critters are welcome, as well as a changing number of rescue dogs. I love visiting and listening to people, always have. A favorite occupation in small town Nevada! Now I'm using the most compelling of these stories in my novels. Not all of them are set in Nevada, but all of them are based on generations of stories told and retold. You can read some of these stories, in short form, at nevadadsdesertlegends.com

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My Secluded Weekend

By Barbara Powell

Copyright 2013 Barbara Powell

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Chapter One

As I sat in the back of the car, my apprehension grew exponentially by the minute. This trip didn’t have the same sense of excitement as the last one. I had been so enthusiastic when the ticket arrived at my office. There had been no note, no other instructions; just a plane ticket. I knew it was from him, and I knew I had no choice in the destination or the planning. I spent the last two weeks on pins and needles waiting for today, but as I rode along I wondered if this was the right thing to do.

I had arrived at the airport and again been met by a driver with a bag. That was becoming part of our routine. Even the difficult corset and the too-short skirt were expected. The accessories were a little scarier this time. My collar was wider, less discreet, looking more like an animal collar than the others had; and it had four metal hooks on it instead of just one. I was also given cuffs for my wrists and ankles; big, wide leather cuffs with metal loops. They were very stiff and hard as I put them on, my hands shaking at the thought of how they would be used.

I had walked through the airport quickly, less concerned with the curious stares than with my immediate future. When I had gotten into the back of the car, there was a small box on the seat. I had smiled at the memories of similar boxes from my last trip as I lifted the lid. Inside were a blindfold and a ball gag, along with a card that simply read Put them on now. Of course I complied and sat in blind silence, waiting.

The car made a sharp turn and sounded like it was driving on gravel. My breath quickened behind the gag as my pulse shot up quickly. I tried to stay calm, but it wasn’t working very well. When we stopped and the door opened, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see and was so nervous. A strong hand grabbed my wrist, practically dragging me out of the car. I stumbled a little as my feet found the rough surface the car was sitting on, but the relentless hand kept pulling. It was very disorienting under the blindfold; no light came around the edges and I didn’t know which way I was supposed to be going. I was moving pretty quickly when the hand let go of my wrist. Suddenly I was completely lost and alone, but only for a moment.

I crashed into a body, tall and unfamiliar. I could tell immediately that it was neither the driver nor my Dom. His hands grabbed the tops of my arms as my hands pushed against his chest. I was panicking and I didn’t know what to do. Was this part of the plan? I had no way of knowing if it was. And I didn’t know who he was. I was trying to reach for my blindfold when the hard hands turned me around and pulled my arms behind my back.

I was thrust forward roughly, my knees banging painfully into something as my torso was pushed down onto what felt like carpet. I was struggling underneath the stranger when I heard two metal clicks. As I continued to thrash around, I realized my hands were restrained even though he was no longer holding my arms. My fear shot into high gear and I could hear myself making unintelligible sounds behind the ball, but I was not in control of myself. He gripped my ankles and yanked them up off the ground. I was frozen in terror, my mind racing to find any way to fight back against whatever this stranger was trying to do. But there was nothing I could do. I heard two more metallic clicks and I realized what had just happened. He released his hold on my ankles, and the push of my own legs pulled my shoulders up off the carpet. I was in some type of hogtie restraint, with this stranger standing between my knees. I was helpless and vulnerable and scared. When he leaned forward, his hips pressed against my thighs, I cried out from behind the gag and felt tears slide from under the blindfold.

This wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t know what was going to happen now, but this wasn’t part of the plan. That much I knew. Other people were only involved under Dom’s direct supervision. I was shaking my head mutely in protest when he grabbed my hair and wrenched my head backward. Another click and my collar was attached to the hogtie as well. The arch in my back was painful, as was the pull in my abdominal muscles. His hands ran swiftly down my back, skimming over the fabric of the corset and the skirt as I squeezed my eyes shut under the blindfold and bit down into the ball gag. He paused for a second as his hands touched the bare skin of my thighs, then he grabbed them roughly and pushed me forward. I heard a door slide shut behind me and recognized the sound as the side door on a van. I would have laughed hysterically if I could have made any real sounds. I was blindfolded, gagged, and hogtied in a stranger’s van. I had no idea who he was, where we were, or what he was going to do with me.

I heard the driver’s door open and close, and then the van was in motion. I wiggled around on the floor, trying to find some way to relieve the tension on my body. Nothing seemed to help. The more I moved, the more the pressure seemed to hurt me. I tried to roll onto my side, but only succeeded in pulling the collar tighter against my throat. I was getting light-headed, partly from the collar and partly from fear. I tried to find something to focus on, anything that would let me stay conscious; I was helpless enough without passing out