Dana Delany took a deep breath as she came over the hill.
The jog was really helping. The woods of Central Canada were as
good a place to run as any. It helped her clear some of her
thoughts, get things in perspective and keep in shape. She still
had an attractive form that could get attention and she knew her
smile still had charm. She was shooting a picture in Vancouver
and these daily runs before the morning began helped her out. 
     She stopped and leaned against a tree, taking a breath. She
wore a pair of blue sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt. Her long
brown hair was in a ponytail underneath a baseball cap. She was
nervous about tomorrow's shoot. It involved a love scene,
something she'd never been entirely comfortable with. Even though
she had performed a few, she'd been a little shy ever since the
failure of "Exit to Eden." Maybe it was some sort of
psychosomatic reaction, but it was the truth. She was hoping the
run would help her out. 
     She began moving again, running down the quiet path as the
sun began to rise in the sky. Without warning, a wire sprang out
of the bushes in front of her, tripping her. She fell down,
sprawling on the leaf-covered ground, confused as to what had
happened. Before she could react, she felt a sharp pain in her
buttocks. It felt like something had bit her. A wave of lethargy
came over her body, her limbs losing strength. Her mind clouded
over, her eyelids pulling down. The last conscious thought she
had was the feeling of being picked up. 

     Dana slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.
She was in a darkened chamber, almost completely blackened beyond
the immediate area. Looking down, she could see that someone had
changed her. Her sweats were gone, replaced by a dark leather
outfit. The bottom chafed into her thighs, showing off a lot of
leg and the halter, with straps over her shoulders, seemed
designed to show off her cleavage. She was spread-eagled, her
arms attached to chains and iron supporters and her hair billowed
out behind her. Her head was positioned straight ahead by some
sort of clamp. She seemed to be surrounded by machinery, for what
purpose, she couldn't even fathom. 
     A light suddenly burst in, blinding her. She tried to look
away but the holder prevented it. Once the initial blindness
vanished, she could see the yellow light flowing toward her. It
seemed to take on a pattern, like a spiral. Unconsciously, she
found herself watching it, following the trail of the spiral as
it came toward her, staring at the center. It was enthralling,
the nice, calm color and the smooth pattern that it used to reach
her. It was comforting, calming, something that made her feel
relaxed. 
     Although she wasn't aware of it, a pair of speakers had been
moved under Dana's ears and were sending in a high-pitched
frequency. This frequency was attuned to a pitch sufficient to
break down a person's conscious will. Once that was done, the
signal sent messages to the subconscious. In this case, it told
Dana to keep watching the wonderful spiral. She couldn't take her
eyes away from it. She had to watch it. The signal began to lower
Dana's inhibitions, removing all objections she had to sexual
intercourse. It heightened her arousal and hormone levels and
instilled in her an inability to resist any commands she heard.
She would obey the orders of anyone right now and without
question or hesitation. 
     A small red light lit up on a console, indicating that
Dana's programming was complete. The spiral and the speakers shut
off and retracted. The restraints on Dana's hands, legs, waist
and head released. Dana took two steps forward and stopped,
staring forward, a look of patience on her face. A spotlight came
on, illuminating a large bed. The satin sheets and blankets
contrasted with the chains extending from each of the four
corners. Mindlessly, Dana padded barefoot to the bed. She lay
down, spreading her arms and legs out, staring upward at the
ceiling. She took no notice of any movement as the bracelets were
snapped around her wrists and ankles. 
     A deep breath caught her attention. She looked down to the
foot of the bed and saw him. He was naked, muscular and his large
cock was rock hard. A black leather mask covered his entire face,
not that his appearance would have mattered. He was her master
and she would serve him well. 
     He crawled up onto the bed and began scaling onto her, using
her thighs as handholds, then her pussy, then her breasts. He
hovered over her, his tongue snaking out of a slit in his mask
and kissing her. She returned his kiss passionetly. She wanted to
embrace him, feel him as he entered her, but the chains prevented
that. No matter. Whatever her master wanted, she would provide
it. Instead, she wrapped her tongue around his and loved the
sweet pleasure it gave. 
     He pulled down the zipper on the front of her clothes and
her breasts came free. He pushed them together, burying his head
in the glorious cleavage, pinching the nipples with both hands.
He moved down to the lower part of her body, undid a series of
belts and buttons that exposed her dark pussy. He slid his cock
into her, obviously eager to begin. He slowly began to pump her,
his cock driving deeper into her with each thrust. She moaned and
arched herself up, struggling against her chains, lost in
ecstasy. With her enhanced arousal state, it wasn't long before
she began buckling, her juices spilling out around the man's
cock. Her entire body felt electrified as they orgasmed, mindless
pleasure filling her.
     The man pulled himself out and pushed his still-hard cock
onto Dana's body, sliding it in between Dana's breasts, covering
them with come. He pushed it into her face and she instantly took
it in her mouth. He straddled over her, pushing her restrained
arms down as he shoved his rod further in between those wonderful
lips. She sucked at the cock, licking the tip as she took it
deeper down her throat. She felt it stiffen as he shot his wad
down her throat. She obediently kept sucking and licking until
she had cleaned her master's cock, the first in many services she
would perform for her ruler.

     Dana opened her eyes and sat up. She was leaning against a
log on the outskirts of the woods, confused. She suddenly
remembered that she had sat down for a rest after her long jog.
She must have been more exhausted than she thought and fallen
asleep. Glancing up, she saw the sun higher in the sky and
realized it was late morning. She had to hurry or she'd be late
for the shoot. She began to run towards her trailer, but stopped.
Maybe she should cut out the jogging for a while. It felt like it
was giving her cramps.