chapter 3

Jake had to stop Elaine. He couldn't just walk out the front door of the club. There could be photographers out there waiting for him, looking to see who he was leaving with. He spoke to a member of staff, who brought him a telephone he could use. He rang for his driver on his car phone.
Still holding Elaine's hand he diverted her behind the bar and through the kitchens to the back door, where his driver was waiting.
She smiled at the absurdity of having someone as famous as Jake having to negotiate his way passed the rubbish bins and skips full of smelly empty bottles, just to get a little privacy.
She had to admire his car, though. She lived the soft leather seats. Having his own driver in central London was impressive.
She insisted that Jake came to her house rather than them both going to his apartment.
Jake liked the fact that she knew her own mind. She gave the driver her address and Jake pulled up the privacy screen. If George got lost nearer their destination, he could ask for it to come back down again.
Jake expected to have a little smooch in the back of the car. That was what he normally did on his way home, but Elaine stopped him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked. "Remember, you have to do what I want you to do, whatever that is."
"Tell me what I've got to do, then I can be sure, he replied.
"No, it doesn't work that way, Jake. I'm not telling you what you're going to have to do. You have to agree to do ANYTHING that I ask you to do."
Oh, he was liking this! He was going to be her slave! Oh he liked a bit of play acting. Of course he agreed.
She shuffled him her seat to get more comfortable. Her jacket opened a little more so that he could see her boobs jiggling on the bumpy road. For a minute or so, he lost all sense of place and time. All he could see was her breasts wobbling . He heard Elaine's voice, but he could not hear what she said. His tummy rumbled loudly. That was strange, he never felt hungry, but right then, for a moment or two he was absolutely ravenous. The feeling passed as quickly as it had come. Elaine had moved her jacket to hide her breasts from him. She must have realised he'd been staring at them. If only she knew how much he wanted to hold those giant melons and see exactly what they looked like, free of any bra or other constraints. He told himself he mustn't stare at them though. It was rude to stare at them. He should concentrate on her face instead.
They held hands and talked about mundane things for the rest of the journey.
The car pulled up in a leafy road in the suburbs in front of a very ordinary, but large semi detached property. Jake thanked George and said he would ring when he needed him next. George pulled away with only a nod. He was used to Jake's ways. Nothing about him would surprise him any more.
As George pulled away and Elaine led him up to the front door, he had another hunger pang. He supposed he ought to have finished that chicken salad at the club.
Elaine led him into the house and unlocked a door that revealed a flight of stairs leading into the basement. He followed her down and into a cold, stone clad room, with a concrete floor and concrete ceiling.
"Strip!" She ordered, "I'll be back in a minute." With that, she was gone. He was sure he heard a key turn in the heavy wooden door. What was this? Was it some kind of prison cell? He looked closer at the wooden table in the middle of the room. That was no dining table. There were straps at both ends and a turning mechanism. It was a medieval rack! An instrument of torture! He took a closer look around the room. There was chains attached to one of the walls with metal cuffs on the end. There was a ball and chain lying on the ground. In one corner of the room was the stocks and pillory. More instruments of medieval punishment. He looked in horror at the metal implements hanging on another wall. What on earth could they be for? What on earth was she going to do with him? Well it was too late to back out now! He was her prisoner! He had to comply with whatever she wanted. He'd agreed.
His stomach gurgled. What was going on in there? Had there been something wrong with the chicken?
He heard the door unlocking and Elaine walked back into the room. She'd been getting changed and she looked every bit the dominatrix he had suspected she was, but he didn't have time to dwell on the fact as she started shouting at him.
"Jake Williams! When I tell you to do something, you will do it immediately! I told you to strip! Why have you disobeyed me? No! Don't answer! I've had enough of your insolence! You will be punished for it! Now, do as your told and strip!"
He yanked off his jacket as quickly as he could. He placed it on the rack in the middle of the room as he loosened the buttons on his shirt.
"Who said you could touch my furniture?" She pushed his good Armani jacket onto the floor. "These punishments are ranking up! Best be careful, Jake!"
He pulled off his shirt and threw it down to the floor. Immediately, he felt the cold air hit his body, but he didn't have time to think about it. He kicked off his boots and pulled down his trousers. She was pacing the floor, waiting for him to undress. He stepped out of his trousers and stood up.
"When I say strip, I mean everything, Jake. Naked! Now we're up to three punishments and you've only been here ten minutes! Or is that four punishments for being so slow as well?"
He pulled off his socks and opened his mouth to object.
"No talking! Six punishments!"
"You said four before" he complained as he pulled down his underpants.
"Seven! It doesn't matter if I lost count! I'm in charge! I decide what you do and what you don't do! Now stand there where I can get a good look at you?"
He walked over to where she pointed. The concrete floor was icy cold on his bare feet. He wanted to hug himself to try and keep warm, but he suspected he might get wrong for that too, so he just stood there with his arms by his sides and looked straight ahead.
Elaine circled him, several times, admiring his near perfect body. As she did so Jake was able to get a better look at her too. She had pulled her dark hair up severely into a high pony tail. She wore a black satin and lace basque, that corseted her tightly around her waist and supported her ample breasts. However the garment was very low cut and it only just covered her nipples. The rest was almost spelling out the top. The legs of the garment were cut high, showing off her ample buttocks. She wore black fishnet stockings attached to the basque by suspenders and thigh high stilletto boots. She finished the look with some bright red lipstick. Jake had to conciously try to avoid looking at her wobbly fleshy breasts. But as he did so, he could feel the familiar twitching between his legs as his 'little old man' sprung to life. There was no hiding his erection. It earned him another punishment, however, she said she was not completely cruel. She deducted one for his amazing well kept body. He was still on seven.
Next, she had him stand on a set on scales. She wrote the figures down in a little black book. She got out a tape measure and measured his hips, waist and chest. Unfortunately he couldn't help himself looking at those magnificent breasts again. Again he felt himself drifting off to a timeless, nameless, featureless place, where he could only hear Elaine's voice, but could not distinguish the words. Unsurprisingly, that earned him another punishment, whatever that should be.
She made him drink a small tot of warm liquid. He felt it burn the back of his throat and it tasted of whisky. Within minutes he knew the drink was spiked with some drug to make his head spin.
She took him silently to the wall with the chains on it and locked him into cuffs and chains that forced him to face the wall with his arms out to the side.
She turned a wheel near the door that tightened the chains, pulled him closer to the wall and forced his arms to full stretch.
She took a cat-o-nine-tails down from the opposite wall and brushed it lightly down his bare back. He felt his first punishment as she raised her arm and flogged him with it. It was quickly followed by another gently stroke then a slash. Stroke, slash, stroke, slash. Ten times. She said she did not like odd numbers, so she'd rounded it up. There was no apology.
Now he knew why she'd given him the spiked whisky. His fogged mind made the pain not feel so bad, but what was he going to do when he drug wore off?
Suddenly, Elaine was gone. He was locked in this torture chamber alone, tied to a wall stark naked, with what felt like huge bleeding gashes in his back. He could feel the blood dripping down his skin and then onto the floor. He was so cold. His feet had turned to blocks of ice. His shoulders ached from being stretched out for so long. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? He wished he'd never met her. He wished he'd not been so curious and so bored. Why could he not be content sitting at home, watching the telly?
His stomach grumbled again, he was sooo hungry. The pain in his back and his shoulders was nothing compared to the pain in his belly right now! He needed to eat something. He was starving! Had she left him here to die of starvation? He would not be surprised, if, by the time she came back, there was nothing but a bag of bones attached to the wall!
The hunger eased, thank goodness. His legs were aching as well now with being left to stand in the same position for so many hours. All he wanted was to be untied from the wall and be allowed to put his clothes on again.