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Copyright ¸ 1998   Fawn Roulette (fawn_roulette@yahoo.com)


A new beginning for Simone

Simone sat at her desk reflecting on the way her life had changed since
the arrival of the new boss. Although work did not add up to the total sum
of her life, it still occupied a major part of it. To that end the new
atmosphere at work, one of overbearence and great pressure, was
affecting her greatly. Mark, the new boss, had arrived from the UK some
months previously, to replace Jeff who had retired. Life under Jeff, at the
small real estate firm in Nova Scotia, had been lively and pleasant.
Simone had worked a total of five years for the firm, all but the last few
with Jeff as her boss. When Mark first arrived, the contrast could not
have been starker. Whereas Jeff was laid back, Mark was uptight and
demanding. Where Jeff had been full of humour, Mark was very dour and
aggressive in his manner.

Simone, as well as the other staff, was made to work longer hours, with
no immediate improvement in pay or conditions. Ordinarily Simone would
have left and found another job, but in the current economic climate there
simply were no other jobs. Having taken out a new mortgage and buying
the car on HP just before Mark arrived, she had no choice but to suffer
the current conditions. The condition had reached an intolerable stage
after Mark had called her into his office and demanded that she dressed
more provocatively for the clients and that she should also show more
'affection' towards him. Simone was dumbfounded, how could this be
happening! When she complained to Mark that she found this request
unacceptable he simply informed her that it was not a request, and that
should she not agree she was always welcome to find employment
elsewhere. It was at that moment that Simone decided to take matters
into her own hands to see if she could put an end to this intolerable
situation..

Simone arrived in the office the very next morning a good hour before
everyone else. She had always been entrusted with the keys since Jeff's
days at the office and the situation had not yet changed under Mark. On
this particular day she was dressed, as she had been instructed to dress,
in a very sexy manner. She had on her highest pumps, being around 5'4"
tall she always wore high heels to accentuate her height. On this day
however, the black patent pair she had on, had heels over 4" in height.
Her trim legs were encased in very sheer, black, thigh high, stockings. If
one followed the line of her legs upwards, one would not reach the
bottom of her skirt until ones eyes were only 6" from her waist. The skirt
was black, very tight fitting, and hugged every contour of her well-defined
ass. She had chosen a medium blue silk blouse, which highlighted her
deep blue eyes. The top two buttons were open to expose a view of her
ample cleavage, encased very neatly in a tight fitting black lace bra. Over
the top of this ensemble, was a well-tailored jacket matching her very
short skirt. The make-up for today was heavy, not sluttish, but strong in
its effect. For example, heavy eyeliner to strengthen her eyes and rich
red lip gloss to embolden her full lips. Although very sexy, the overall
effect was that of a power dresser. She had hated the idea of having to
dress up for her clients and her 'sexist pig' of a boss, but by dressing in a
powerful but sexy way; she could still demonstrate some defiance. She
had never dressed this way before, and to her surprise, she quite liked
the feeling of sensuality and power, that the clothes gave her.

On entering the main office Simone went straight to Mark's office, and to
her relief the lock on the door had not been changed. Obviously Mark did
not realise that the office keys that Simone had, also opened his office.
Once inside she closed the door behind her and headed towards Mark's
desk. She rummaged through some of the papers on top of the desk and
then through the draws, which fortunately had no locks. It was in one of
these draws that she discovered something that aroused her attention.
There was a file marked 'Langham Deal' under all the other files.
Langham was an area, some 5 miles from the office, which was used as
a waste disposal site. What would Mark have a file on this site for she
asked herself? It did not take her long to find out. It appeared that Mark
was striking a deal to sell the land to the local county for the building of a
school. It also appeared that Mark was posing under a pseudonym as the
owner of the property, and was going to leave the country as soon as the
money for the site was deposited into his bank account. He would
defraud the local county out of nearly half a million dollars and by the
time they would find out about it he would have left the country. It had
always intrigued Simone why this Englishman would want to come out to
the wilds of a small Nova Scotia town, when he was obviously used to
the bright lights of London. Now she had her answer and, it occurred to
her, she had a lot more. For the first time in a couple of months a rich
smile was discernible on Simone's lips.

She had to wait a further hour before the rest of the office staff began to
arrive for work. That had given her plenty of time to photocopy the
various documents and to make sure no one would be aware of her
presence in Mark's office earlier on that morning.

As the staff had arrived all them had commented on Simone's upbeat
demeanour. She simply replied that today was start of a new beginning
for her. When the others had asked what she meant, she explained that it
was a feeling deep inside that she felt was to vague to convey in words.
This was not too far from the truth; Simone did indeed feel the happiest
she had felt since Mark had arrived, in fact she could not remember
feeling this content. You see, a plan had started to take shape in
Simone's mind and the more she focused on it the happier she became.
Simone also noticed that the thoughts going through her mind were
starting to arouse her sexually.

When Mark finally arrived at the office at around 10:00am, one hour after
the rest of the staff, he had that usual look of disdain and superiority on
his face. As he passed through the main office to his own he caught a
glimpse of Simone looking right at him with a huge smile across her face.
Mark chose to ignore this but he found it a little disconcerting, all the
same.

The day past much as usual at the office, nothing out of the ordinary
happened except for the fact the Simone was very late back from her
lunch break. At the close of day, all the staff had left except for Mark who
had decided to go over a few of his new plan, just to confirm that all the
details we correct and that nothing could go wrong. How wrong he was
going to be!

One hour after all the staff had gone, there was a knock on Mark's office
door. This startled him somewhat as he had locked the main door when
all the others had left for home.

'Who is it', Mark enquired.

'Only me', came the candid reply, as Simone let herself in and seated
herself on top of Mark's desk.

Mark could smell the perfume that she had obviously just applied to her
body. He could also see that she had changed into something even
sexier than that which she had been wearing earlier. This time she wore
a dress, as if going to a gala of some kind. The dress was made of black,
crushed, velvet that encased her body from the top of her neck to just
above her shoes. It gave her added presence partly due to it's halter
neck design but also from the split at the side which ran right the way up
to her thigh. Mark could just make out her to top of her sheer black
stocking. The heels on black patent stilettos were over four inches high,
and added immensely to the impression she wished to make. The same
could be said for her make-up and hair. Gone were the soft curls around
her face, her hair was now pulled back into a tight pony tail which sat on
the top of her head. Her eyeliner was now much heavier than before
making her eyes them seem sterner and less yielding.

'What are you doing here this time of night?' Mark questioned, in a rather
abrupt tone.

He had been rather caught of guard by Simone's actions and the way
she now dressed. Although part of him still fancied the arse off of her and
thought of those deep red painted lips moving slowly and deliberately up
and down his hard cock.

'I just thought we should have a little chat about your future'

'About my future, what the bloody hell are you on about you daft bitch!'

'Well, lets just say that from now on life, for you, is going to take a new
direction. You see, I've had a chance to think about where you future
best lies and how that rather cock-sure attitude, of yours, can best be
adjusted. I was in your office earlier today and happened to come across
those documents that referred to the Langhem Deal'.

At this, the blood left Mark's face with a speed that surprised even
Simone.

'It seems you have been a very 'silly' boy, and I intend to rectify the
situation'.

She said these last few words in the tone of a mother admonishing a
small child. Simone was, in fact, very excited now, she could see by the
look on Mark's face that she had him by the balls.

'What do you mean you intend to rectify the situation?', enquired Mark in
a far more passive tone than before.

'The documents, or rather copies of them, are in a safe place, and should
anything happen to me, they will be passed on to the appropriate
authorities. You are to come with me now, without asking any more
questions and do exactly what I say. Failure to do what I say will result in
the documents being handed out tonight to the police'.

She smiled sweetly at him and ran her hands slowly up her long legs
making sure Mark was watching every detail.

Mark went to open his mouth but just as he was about to say something
Simone slapped him hard with all the force her arm could muster. The
resulting sting and red mark on Mark's face caused him to stare back at
Simone in disbelief. She thought that he might react at this point, and it
was the most difficult moment since their exchange had begun. She was
proved wrong; Mark simply resigned himself to the moment, to shocked
to react. His mind was spinning trying to find a way out of this situation.
He would go along with her for now and try to reason with her later. That
was it, once both of them had had a chance to settle down he would then
reason with her and reach a positive solution. Just then Simone
interrupted his thoughts.

'Walk outside to my car and wait for me there, I will be out shortly',
intoned Simone

Mark did as he was bade and waited some ten minutes for Simone to
lock the main office door and then join him at the car. Once there,
Simone told him to get in and to put on the blindfold she had just
produced from her bag. Once in the car Simone checked the Mark's
blindfold was on securely and then started the ignition, driving Mark
towards his new life.

Simone drove around for about eighty minutes before reaching the
destination that was to be Mark's new home. The house, a slightly
dilapidated building, had once belonged to an aunt of Simone's. It was
situated some twenty minutes drive from town, in a very inaccessible part
of large woodland. Simone had deliberately driven around in circles for
sixty minutes to ensure that Mark would not only be confused as to the
location, but to also make him believe that the house was in a very
remote part of the country, quite some distance from town.

On pulling up outside the house Simone surveyed the scene. There was
no body around, nobody ever came to this part of the woodland. The
nearest neighbours were over 4 miles away. She opened Mark's door
and motioned for him to follow her by holding the underside of his arm
firmly. Mark followed without making a sound still believing that this
would all be sorted out once Simone settled down, then he might be able
to laugh about it at some point soon in the future.

Once inside the house, Simone led Mark down some steps to the
basement. Mark was aware of a slightly old, dank, smell and realised that
Simone must be guiding him into a basement. Once Mark had been
taken fully into the chamber, Simone quickly left him and moved deftly to
the top of the stairs. Once at the top she secured the hatch door behind
her. This was no easy task as the door was made of steel and lead, and
was, therefore, quite heavy.  She next passed through the cellar door,
which again was hard to shut due to the fact it was made of the same
material and the hatch. She again, secured this door as she had the
other by placing a padlock through the steel latch. Simone then went
back to her car.

It had been rather fortunate that her aunt had taken the precaution of
having a nuclear bunker installed into the basement of the house. The
family had been against the idea, on account of the expense, but
Simone's aunt, ever the pragmatist had insisted that it be built, and built
thoroughly.  Since her aunt had died, there were no relatives living who
remembered that the old house had contained a nuclear bunker. Simone
had often thought it was a shame that the old Colonial style house had
been left to turn to ruin, there was nothing Simone could do, her had no
money when she died and neither did Simone. At least now it would
serve a purpose.

On the way back home she felt a growing sense of excitement which
made her whole body physically tinge. She felt her nipples erect against
the lace of her bra. The growing confidence that she felt within herself
was now manifesting itself in a sexual way. To put it frankly she had not
felt this horny in years. Having someone within her power, having a very
strong hold over them had simply been a way of exacting revenge.
However, it was rapidly turning into a sexual journey for Simone. She did
not understand it all, but it was certainly an experience and sensation she
did not want to lose.


Simone did not return to the house for a further forty-eight hours, her
excitement mounted as she open the outer door of the basement. It was
not that Simone wasn't frightened, on the contrary, she did feel quite
apprehensive. This emotion only seemed to add to her already heighten
feeling of sexuality to creating a heady mix. On opening the inner door,
she heard a movement directly underneath it. This she had anticipated
as Mark tried to make a lunge for her. What Mark hadn't seen, due to the
fact that he had spent the last two days in total darkness, was the
Simone was carrying a stun gun. As soon as she caught sight of Mark
she fired and two cables, which made themselves at home, attached to
Mark's chest. He dropped down slowly, losing consciousness. As he fell
he rolled down the last remaining stairs to the basement floor, where
Simone promptly started to divest him of all his clothing.

When Mark next awoke, he found himself again in darkness. Although
feeling quite week he made to stand up. It was then that Mark received
his first shock; he couldn't stand up! He appeared to be kneeling on all
fours and the restraints he felt on his wrists and ankles were keeping him
that way. The second shock that came Mark's way was when he realised
he was naked, except for the restraints on his wrists and ankles and a
large collar of some sort around his neck. Mark discovered, by trial and
error, that the restraints on his ankles and wrists were connected in
various ways by metal shafts that allowed for no upward movement. A
heavy chain being attached from the collar around his neck to the shaft
that ran between wrist restraints further hindered his progress. The only
movements that were possible for Mark to make were small shuffling
movements. To add to Marks discomfort, he was feeling incredibly thirsty
and hungry.

At that moment Mark heard the basement hatch being opened and a
stream of fresher air filled the dank room and a light was switched on. He
heard the sound of high heels descending the stairs but it took over a
minute for him to make out who it was because his eyes needed that
time to adjust. What he saw gave him his third shock of the day. There
was Simone, now standing right in front of him, looking very much the
way she had when he had last seen her, only this time she had a very
severe looking whip which she was running through her well manicured
hands.

Fear flowed instantly through Mark's body and he made to run away
forgetting entirely about the bondage his body was now in. This caused
Mark to panic further and all he could do was to shuffle with all the
energy he could muster to get away from the scenario that was unfolding
before his very eyes. His bonds ensured that, even in a state of panic, he
could only move at a very slow pace.

Simone looked on at the scene in front of with great delight. The look of
sheer terror on Mark's face had been worth its weight in gold and to
watch him scuffle away from here like some manic dog, amused her
even more. When she spoke she spoke with great purpose and authority.

'Stop', she commanded.

Mark froze in his tracks, although frightened; he had never heard a voice
so utterly authoritative before. He scuffled round to face where Simone
was standing, a look of great apprehension on his face.

'I want you to crawl over to where I am standing, and then put your head
to the floor in front of me. You will not speak.'

Mark felt totally exposed, not only was he bound on all fours like a dog,
but he was also stark naked.

'What are you going to with me', he managed to intone with a trembling
voice.

'I told you not to speak, do so again and you will only make matters
worse. Now, I will not tell you again, crawl over to my feet and place you
head to the floor'.

Simone was smiling, both inwardly and outwardly.

Mark felt he no alternative but to comply, he did not want to annoy this
woman any further than he had already. He scuffled slowly over to where
Simone stood, placed his head to the floor right in front of Simone's black
patent stilettos. Mark was trembling the whole time, because of the fear
of not knowing what was about to happen to him. Simone could see his
whole body was shaking, as he supplicated himself in front of her, she
then spoke to the creature beneath her.

'I am now going to whip you, this will be the first time, but certainly not
the last time, you will feel the kiss of this whip'.

Mark made to speak.

'Don't'. Came Simone's very sharp reply.

'You will, of course, try to evade the lashes but as you have already
established, you movements are severely limited. You will not be able to
escape what I am about to do to you'. Simone let the words slowly sink
into Mark's brain, to ensure that the level of his terror rose significantly.

Simone ran the tails of the Cat one last time through her hands and then
raised her arm up high. At that moment Mark looked up to see what was
happening and let out a scream of shock and disbelief rather than pain.
The first sound he heard was the sound of the lash, as well as the sound
of the contact of leather on flesh. An explosive sound, a sound that was
quite unique and one he would never forget. The pain, when it came, was
so intense that all the fight he could muster within side himself could not
harness and deflect it in any way. It was a pure pain, white in colour and
red in anger. The scream he let out was from the depths of his soul, and
yet did not seem part of him. As if the whip were conversing with another,
Mark Bradshore, a deeply real individual, a man he had never, but had
always suspected, he would meet. The whip had landed on the base of
his back and his ass, causing red welts to appear instantly.

'Did you enjoy the first stroke of my whip Mark?', asked Simone
mockingly.

'Please, please no, nooo more, please, please Simone, please'. At that point
the whip fell for a second time and the pain seemed greater than the first.
'Please Simone no, no, please stop, it's too much, I can't take it',
screeched Mark, his voice almost one whole register higher than it was
normally.

'Oh, but you will take it Mark, all bad boys have to take their punishment.
And you have been a very bad boy Mark, and will have to punished very
severely.' Again Simone ran the tails of the whip through her hand,
caressing her ally in the destruction of their common enemy.

The wiping was brutal in its administration it lasted for a total of fifteen
minutes. Simone had promised herself that she would try to remain calm
containing her anger during this first encounter with Mark. She wanted to
savour the whipping she was going to administer; that is how she had
fantasised about it. But she could contain not her anger the months of
pent up frustration had overtaken her. The frustration had been taken out
with the whip all over Mark's body. She was now calm, very calm the
anger within side of her dispersed.

Mark was lying on his side, sobbing to himself and muttering
incoherently. She regarded him as he succumbed to the very basic
emotions that were now overwhelming him. Nearly every inch of his body
was covered with heavy welts and there was a small amount a bleeding
around his ass and back. The scars on his body would heal, they would
take some time, but they would heal. The scars she had left on his mind,
however, would stay; of this she was sure. For as long as he lived he
would never forget what had just happened to him. He would, given time,
learn to comprehend it fully. Forget it, he would never. She let the whip
trail along his body, very gently. He screamed out as much in surprise as
in pain, Simone could see that he was now terrified of her. No, he would
never forget this lesson. He had now been broken. She knew that he
would rebel in the future, but in the back of his mind he would always
think back to the pain and humiliation he had just suffered. A divide, that
he would never again cross. Only token gestures of rebellion and a little
arrogance, which she would enjoy destroying, would be left. It was clear
to her that he would never totally be a real man again. She certainly
would never think of him in that way again. She smiled to herself once
more. She left him alone to contemplate his fate. Before leaving the
house Simone positioned a bowl of water near to where Mark lay. She
would be back as soon as she had put more of her plan into operation.

When Mark awoke, he immediately felt the pain of his scarred flesh and it
took him nearly ten minutes to manage any kind of genuine movement.
This time, in the darkness of his cell, he found that his bondage had been
increased further. He appeared to be in some sort of caging about four
feet square in size. Panic again struck him as he realised his vulnerability
and the permanency of the scenario that was enfolding in front of him. He
wet himself.

The drug that Simone had administered to Mark's bowl of water, had
given her time to prepare the basement in a way that she felt would be
befitting to her and Mark's new roles in life. A role that Mark would
become more and more aware of over the next few days.

In the four days that Mark had been unconscious she had 're-decorated'
his new home. Apart from the cage that Mark now found himself in, there
was a bench in the center of the room with leather strapping attached to
hold the victim very securely in a number of differing and humiliating
positions. An X-frame had been secured to one of the walls with several
eyebolts fastened to it. A large chair, which Mark in time, would come to
know, as the 'Throne' was located close to the bench in the center of the
room. Simone was expecting more 'furniture' within the next week,
having found a very reliable and discrete source in a town some distance
away.

Mark heard the sound of high heals clicking on stone floor before the
rush of light hurt his eyes. The feeling of terror came immediately back to
him and any strength he may have had to rebel was taken instantly from
him. Simone strode purposefully over to where Mark was securely
detained. She was again dressed in a very sexual way, the way Mark, on
any other occasion, would be glad to she dressed in. Black, tight fitting,
halter neck top combined with a very short skirt and sheer black hose
was the image that confronted Mark as he knelt bound and naked.

'Hello there little man, how are you today?' She asked mockingly.

'I'm a little hungry actually'. Came the weak sounding reply.

'Well, you haven't eaten for nearly five days, so that doesn't really
surprise me. You will have something to eat once I have explained your
new role in life.'

Simone was highly excited by the prospect of what she was going to tell
Mark.

'You are no longer a man, you are now my animal'.

She paused to let him take in her last word, he just looked up at her with
a blank expression on his face not taking it all in.

'You have, for the past three months, behaved totally like an animal and
that is what you now are, my animal. You will not speak unless spoken to
and only then with the limited vocabulary that I will allow you. You will be
trained by me to respond to the commands given by me, your mistress.
For that is what I am now, you belong to me, I own you. Mark is no name
for an animal, so I am renaiming you, from now on you will be called 'Pee
Wee', and it is to this name that you will respond'.

Simone smiled broadly, as she could see that the look of horror on
Mark's face as what she was telling him was finally starting to sink in.

'Do you like your new name, Pee Wee? I think it very befitting for your
new position.'

'Yes Pee Wee, it will all take some getting used to but I am sure you will
adapt very quickly. Otherwise, if you care to have a look around you, I
think I can change you attitude if needs be.'

Mark had not noticed the rest of the basement he had been too
transfixed on the events unfolding directly before him. He started to
physically shake as the hopelessness of the situation struck home.

'Ah, I see you have pissed on the floor, and without permission, I am
going to have to punish you for that. From now on, you will only piss, shit,
come and eat when I command. Remember, Pee Wee, you are no longer
a man, you are an animal, an animal in need of a lot of training. And I, as
your Mistress, intend to make sure you receive all the training that you
deserve.'

'You can't do this to me, people will miss me, it's illegal, when the police
find out they will throw you in prison for a very long time.'

Mark had regained some composure and was trying to put an element of
normality and rationality back into the situation.

'Well Pee Wee, a little rebellion, how very brave of you. You will, of
course, pay for it dearly in due time.'

Simone felt flushed, as she thought of the ways in which she would be
able to make him suffer for that outburst.

'As this is the last opportunity you will ever get of posing a question to
me, I am going to answer you and let you know how wrong you are.'

Simone took the time to tell Mark of how, over the past week, she had
brought the Langham Deal forward. They were quite happy considering
the discount that he was now offering them. She had found it easy to
forge Mark's signature. The money had already been deposited into the
bank account that Mark had set up. She had obtained the details of the
account after searching his apartment. Access, to the apartment had
been easy with the keys she had found in his pocket after she had had
striped him naked. Mark was informed of how the money had now been
forwarded to several smaller accounts which Simone had the only access
too. Simone now had four hundred thousand dollars to do with as she
wished. But she saved the best part to last.

'The police are out looking for you already after the anonymous tip off
that I gave them. There is a lot of bitterness, in the local area, toward you
now Pee Wee. So you see, if any one is going to be going to prison it is
you. Once I have finished with you I may just hand you over to the
authorities. I think that at least five years in goal would await you for that
level of fraud.'

Simone stared down at the now horrified Pee Wee, his world falling
around him, the life he had known before coming to an abrupt end. She
then walked over to one of the walls to retrieve a leash for Pee Wee.
Simone's new life was only just beginning.



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