Accidental Master - Chapter 1

It had been a very long day. I was in training for a product line I really didn't care about and probably wouldn't sell. But I as usual, did as instructed and drove the 50 miles to the next town for two days of death by PowerPoint. I usually spent my evening hours writing erotic stories and posting them online. But after the company sponsoring the training took us all out to dinner, I was much too tired to think about writing. So instead I decided to go to the hotel bar and have a few.   
 
This particular hotel had a nice piano bar with live entertainment. The singer and scene reminded me of Billy Joel and the piano man. A few of the participants joined me as we drank and bounced stories about strange happenings with customers. Eventually the others left and I was left alone nursing my fourth or fifth vodka martini. Instead of sitting in a booth alone, I wondered up to the bar and sat down.  
 
Now alone, I took in the sights. It was just around midnight and the place was filling up. Usually hotel bars are just that, a place where visitors unwound after a day on the road. However this place was still going strong. As usual there was a mix of men laughing loudly at their tired jokes as they returned from wherever they had spent the evening bullshitting and drinking. I ignored their loud boisterous behavior and looked around.   
 
Surprisingly there were several women all dressed nicely. Too many to for a normal Wednesday night. I came to the conclusion that this was a hotspot for higher class hookers looking for easy targets to make a buck.   
 
Now I'm pretty normal, mid-fifties, slightly balding but still having a thinning covering of brown hair. I'm in pretty good shape standing six foot two inches and weighing about 220 pounds. I take pride in my appearance and exercised regularly. I may be mid-fifties but I look younger and could pass for early forties. It wasn't long before a young, mid-twenties lady sat down beside me. I immediately knew she was way out of my class. I may be older, but I was brought up on the streets and knew my way around. I recognized her as a hooker and let her know I wasn't interested. Plus I figured that I probably couldn't afford her anyway. It didn't take long before she moved on to a new mark.   
 
I ordered another drink and sat back and watched. It was very entertaining watching her work the room. I made a mental note on how she moved around the room and finally left with her mark. I smiled and looked around to see how many others were doing the same thing.   
 
It was about thirty minutes later when a young woman came in and sat at the bar. She caught my attention as soon as she arrived. She was different. Most of the other women were dressed to attract, but she wasn't. In fact she looked disheveled and was noticeably nervous. By this time most of the men were drunk on their asses and in seconds one after another they approached her only to be rebuffed. It wasn't until she had a couple drinks and relaxed when a man walked in the door and took a seat next to her.  
 
I let my attention drift off to the music, but kept watching to see if she was a cheaper version of the other hookers. I sat there nursing my drink and just watching the comings and goings on and around the bar, but every time my attention was drawn back to the woman. I was about to leave, when she stood and walked to the restroom. I didn't really pay a lot of attention to the man until he bought her another drink and slipped something in it. Now that peaked my attention. I was witnessing a sleaze bag attempting to drug a woman. I'm not naïve but I didn't want to get involved. I waited for her to return to see if she would accept the drink, or if she was smart and refused it.   
 
To my surprise, she accepted it and took a drink. I didn't know what he used, but it wasn't long before you could tell she was feeling the effects of whatever drug he laced her drink. Now I was having a moral dilemma. Do I step in and make a scene or just let her pay for her stupidity. I'm not a white knight by any means and fighting is not in my nature. I ran several scenarios through my mind as I tried to figure out what to do. It was about fifteen minutes later when I had to make a decision. The man was helping her up, pulling her off the stool, and leading her out of the bar. I either had to shit or get off the pot. I stood and tossed a twenty on the bar and headed for the door. I caught up with them as he was leading her down the hallway towards a door leading to the back parking lot.   
 
I was shaking now. What would I say to him? What if he had a weapon? What if I was wrong? I knew I wasn't but what if she resisted and wanted to go? All this was going through my mind when I stepped up behind him and grabbed his arm.  
 
"HEY!" I SHOUTED. "I SAW WHAT YOU DID. NOW LET HER GO?" I said with a lot more bravado than I felt.  
 
The man who was a lot shorter than I was, probably only about 5'8" and maybe 160 lbs. He turned to me obviously very surprised.  
 
"W-What the fuck. I didn't do anything." He stuttered.   
 
"I saw you slip something in her drink. Unless you want me to call the cops, let her go and leave." This time I spoke in a more normal voice but still forcefully. The man looked at me as I stood tall and balled my hands into fists. He continued to stare at me and finally let go of her arm and stepped back.  
 
"I didn't do any such thing, but I don't want any trouble. He then turned and bolted out the door. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. The adrenalin was flowing throughout my system and I was shaking.   
 
Before I could think of what to do, the woman started to fall to the floor. I reached out and caught her and she grunted as she fell into my arms. I now had another dilemma. What do I do now?   
 
"I've got you." I said to her and led her to a bench along the side of the corridor.   
 
She just looked up at me, her eyes unfocused and her body slumping against me. It was late, almost one am. If I call the police we would be here all night and I needed to be at training tomorrow at nine. Probably not my best decision, I pulled her to her feet and took her to my room. As soon as we entered I could feel her gagging. I tried to rush her to the toilet but of course she puked all over her and me. This was not what I wanted to happen. My room had two queen beds and I was expecting to toss her on one bed and me in the other. Her throwing up put a monkey wrench in those plans.   
 
I held her head over the toilet as she heaved over and over. When she finally finished heaving, I lay her on the floor and slipped off my clothes. This wasn't what I expected to happen. I was hoping she would sleep it off and tomorrow morning she would have awaken, still dressed, I would tell her what happened and we would go our separate ways.   
 
I sat on the tub looking down at her. She was a real mess, her dress was covered in puke and I couldn't leave her dressed like that. But the problem with undressing her was when she woke tomorrow, it would be me who would be on the hook for taking advantage of her and I might be arrested. I thought about the problem and realized that I was employed by a high tech surveillance company. In my car was my demo kit with lots of small innocent looking surveillance cameras. I looked at her passed out and figured she would be out for a while and I headed to my car for my equipment.  
 
It took me almost an hour to set up my equipment placing cameras discreetly around the room. The woman was still passed out on the floor as I made sure everything was connected and everything in view. Now I could take her clothes off, put her to bed, and go to bed myself. The camera would record any movements and tomorrow I would have proof if she cried rape.   
 
I finally got her to bed around two and settled down to get a couple hours of shuteye. I set the alarm for 6 and fell into an uneasy sleep. My mind slipping into my latest story about a man who kidnapped a woman and turned her into his slave.   
 
Not wanting to masturbate as the cameras would record it I finally went to sleep.  
 
It felt like I just dozed off when my phone alarm buzzed. The woman was still out cold, so I showered and dressed. At 6:30, I slipped out the door and headed to my car. Why I decided to go to a 24 hour Walmart and buy her something to wear, I don't know. I got her sizes from her nasty clothes and headed out shaking my head at what the fuck I'd gotten myself into.  
 
It didn't take too long to find the local Walmart and buy a dress, panties and bra. It wasn't stylish but functional. Who knows, maybe she would thank me. I made it back about seven thirty and walked into the room. I tried to rouse her, but she was still out cold.   
 
Now what do I do? I decided to lock up all my valuables in my car and wrote a note. It was longer than I expected, almost two pages as I detailed all that had happened. I left for my conference and hoped that the police wouldn't show up and arrest me.  
 
The conference dragged on as presenter after presenter showed slide after slide in mind numbing details. Finally we broke for lunch and I rushed to my room. I figured that she would have read my note and left, but to my surprise, she was still lying in bed groaning. When I walked in, she jumped and pulled the blankets up to her neck.  
 
"Who are you?" She demanded.  
 
"My name is Mark, are you feeling better?" I answered.  
 
"How did I get here?" She asked. I realized she must have just awaken when I opened the door.  
 
"Look, I only have a few minutes before I'm due back to my conference. I wrote it all down for you. Read this and you can dress and go after I leave." I explained.  
 
"Where are my clothes?"  
 
"Look, last night I saw a man slip you drugs in your drink. He tried to take you out of the hotel and I stopped him. I really didn't want to spend the night with the police, so I brought you up here to sleep it off. Unfortunately when I got you here, you got sick and threw up all over yourself. I only took off your clothes to clean you up and put you to bed. Nothing happened. You were in that bed and I was in the other. This morning I went out and bought you something to wear home, wherever that is. I just tried to help." I explained.  
 
She looked around the room and saw the other bed was also unmade and her body seemed to relax. Finally she slowly started to rise, holding the sheet tightly around her semi-nude body. "I didn't go with him?" She asked.  
 
"No you were almost comatose when he started to take you out of the hotel." I answered.  
 
"I'm in so much trouble. I needed to..." she hesitated  
 
"...to earn my keep." She finished.  
 
"I'm sorry?" I asked.  
 
"My Mistress ordered me to earn my keep. I was to find a man to fuck me. If I failed I would be punished." She answered quietly.  
 
"Mistress? She ordered you to be a whore?"   
 
"I'm sorry I need to call her. I'm already late." She cried. As she grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell."  
 
"Look, you can shower, get dressed and leave whenever you want. I have to go back to the conference. Good luck with your Mistress." I said as I headed for the door. I decided not to say anything about the cameras still planted around the room. I wasn't sure what to expect but I knew I needed to cover my ass.  
 
The rest of the day went by at a snail's pace. My mind was on the woman and her Mistress. It was obvious she wasn't a hooker and her Mistress was making her humiliate herself. I wanted to get back to my room and watch the video. Finally the conference finished for the day and I rushed back to my room. As I headed down the hall, my cock was hard as a rock. It must have been my mind playing so many thoughts of what I might find.  
 
I stopped outside my door and listened to see if I could hear anything. The room was silent so I slipped the electronic key in the slot and opened the door. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.  
 
Sitting on the chair by the window, was a young woman barely over 18 her long legs crossed and the woman I saved was naked on her knees sucking her toes.  
 
"So you're the one who stuck his nose into my business." She barked.  
 
"Who the fuck are you? I just stopped a sleaze bag from taking advantage of your slave." I barked back.  
 
"You have no idea how much trouble you've caused me. This slut is worthless. She has been living off me for months. She owes me a lot and I'm fed up with her." The young woman said. "I don't have time or the inclination to train her. So now that you've stuck your nose where it doesn't belong, you can take over." She growled as she pulled her foot from the naked woman's mouth, slipped on her shoe, and stood.   
 
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.  
 
"This slut and I worked together until a few weeks ago. She is the dumbest slut I've ever met. She almost got both of us fired but I managed to save my job but she lost hers. I agreed to let her stay with me, but the stupid slut can't do anything right. I got tired of paying for everything, so I decided to have her service a few of my friends. Last night she was supposed to go with that man. I knew she wouldn't do it voluntarily so I had him drug her and take her to her new home. I sold her as a slave to him. She was supposed to be in his dungeon right now. Now I have to refund his money just because a goody two shoes stuck his nose where it doesn't belong. So now she's your problem." The woman growled and walked out the door.  
 
I stood there flabbergasted at what I had just heard. Now I was standing in a hotel room, with a naked woman still kneeling on the floor looking up at me. This had to be the strangest thing that had ever happened to me. I stood there for a minute or so trying to figure out what to do. I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down.   
 
I wasn't certain what to do so I asked, "What is your name?"  
 
"I'm Carrie." She answered. "What are you going to do?"   
 
"Me? What are you going to do? I just tried to help you. You can do whatever you want." I answered.  
 
"But I don't have anywhere to go. I don't have any place to stay. My only outfit is covered in puke, and my Mistress just disowned me." She said her head lowered to the floor looking at the carpet.  
 
"How old are you? You are obviously down on your luck, but you are good looking and I think you are educated." I prodded.  
 
"I'm 32, I was born in Southern Ohio. I lost my mom and dad when I was a senior in high school. Once I graduated, I married my high school sweetheart. We moved to Chicago and he went to school. We were married for six years until he graduated and got a job in the video industry. I couldn't find a job and my husband changed."   
 
"At first it was little things. He became more demanding, making me only wear what he allowed and staying at home. The more he demanded the more abusive he became. It wasn't until he came home one night and demanded that I was to be his slave or I could leave that I realized I was in trouble. From that day on, I was no longer his wife. He demanded I remain naked at all times and threw out all my clothes except for very short skirts and revealing tops. It wasn't long until he started to bring home other men and made me have sex with them."   
 
"It was about six months later, he brought home another woman. She was very cruel, spanking me and making me do all kinds of perverted things. I was forced to sleep in a cage or bound to the end of the bed. They would make love and I had to clean them up afterwards. By then I had to call them Master and Mistress. I wanted to leave, but we lived out in the country and I had nothing to wear, no money, and no family. It was when they decided to get rid of me and sold me to another man." She paused for a few moments, then continued.   
 
"He moved me somewhere and kept me locked in his dungeon for a long time. I didn't see the sun for months. I was used by him and his friends for a long time. I finally managed to escape and lived on the streets for a while. Finally I was staying at a homeless shelter when a social worker found me a job working for a warehouse and I was finally feeling like I was free." Again she stopped and took a deep breath.  
 
"That's when I fucked up and cost the company a lot of money. My Mistress was a co-worker, her name was Alexandra, she almost lost her job too from my screw-up took me in. I thought she was my friend and I shared all that had happened to me. That was when she too changed. She started to order me around, demanding I only wear what she approved. Soon I was again a slave, serving her just like my ex."   
 
I sat there listening to her tale. I couldn't help but think I couldn't write such a tale of woe if I tried. But this was this woman's life.  
 
Carrie looked at me wringing her hands and continued. "It was about six months ago when she met her fiancé and things changed for the worse. Her fiancé started to use me when she wasn't around. She learned about it last week and I guess that's when she decided to sell me to pay for her wedding. I was to meet him last night. That's when you stepped in. Now I'm once again on the streets with nothing. Please I'm begging you, don't throw me away." She cried as tears ran down her cheeks.  
 
I sat there in shock. Here was a pretty woman, whose life had been a disaster for over a decade. She had virtually nothing, knew nothing but how to be a slave, and now had been dumped in my lap. I had no idea what to do.   
 
I sat there for a long time saying nothing. I was out of my element as even though I wrote erotic stories, usually involving BDSM and non-consensual sex, I was not prepared for this.   
 
I live a fairly normal life and had no idea what to do with a woman who knew nothing but being a slave. I thought about calling social services and turning her over to them, but she was totally ignorant on how to survive. I knew that if I did that, someone would take advantage of her and either pimp her out or sell her to some perverted master or mistress to be abused.   
 
Finally I decided I had no idea of what to do and needed to think. "Get dressed we need to go get something to eat." I said and could tell it took her by surprise.   
 
She jumped up and grabbed the clothes I bought and slipped them on. Once dressed, she stood in place waiting for me to tell her what to do. I reached out and took her arm and led her out to the hallway. She didn't resist and quietly walked beside me as we headed to the hotel restaurant.  
 
We didn't talk much on the way to the restaurant. It was mostly me telling her what to do. She didn't speak unless I asked her a direct question. Mostly she just walked with her head down never looking at me in the eyes.   
 
I on the other hand was lost in thought. Sure I had written about slaves and masters. Usually a cruel master capturing a woman, or blackmailing her into sexual servitude. But this was real life and I was walking with a broken woman and from what limited conversations with her had been forced into slavery for several years, first by her husband, and then when sold a stranger or two. I had no real way of knowing.   
 
I was expecting her to open up and try to tell me more of her story, but she sat quietly across me, not speaking. I even had to order her food and give her permission to eat. I knew I was in over my head, but for some reason, I couldn't let her go just yet. I knew I should call some social agency and get her some help, but I just couldn't, not yet.   
We went back to the hotel room, I gathered my things and went down to the lobby and I checked out. I now had to make a decision. I either call the cops, drop her off at a homeless shelter or battered women's shelter, or take her home with me. I led her over to the lobby and sat her down facing me. She didn't move, her legs nervously twitching.   
 
"Carrie, I need to go back home. What do you want?" I asked  
 
She sat there just looking at my feet. "I'm afraid Sir." She answered. "I'm alone and have nothing. Even when I was at the homeless shelter, I still had some possessions. When the social worker found me a job, I was scared all the time. When my Mistress took me in and gave me a place to stay, I felt safe." She continued.  
 
"She wasn't always your Mistress was she?"   
 
"No not at first, but she was always in control. She told me what to do at work and when we were at home demanded I clean her apartment and fix dinners at first. The longer I stayed the more she demanded. When I screwed up at work, it was because I was doing her work as she slept in a back room. That's why she almost lost her job too. After I lost my job, she controlled everything. The longer I stayed the crueler she was. It wasn't long before she added sex and I was once again a slave."  
 
I sat there listening to her recall her story in more detail. I finally interrupted her and asked again, "What do you want to do?"  
 
"I don't know. It seems like my entire life I've been controlled by someone. I've never had someone do something nice to me before. Would you be my Master?" She asked and for the first time looked me in the eyes.  
 
"Carrie, I can't be your master." I answered as my mind drifted back to one of the many stories I had written. "I can take you somewhere to maybe get you some help, but I can't be your master."  
 
"Please Sir, I'll be a good slave. You saved me from god knows what. Have I displeased you? I'll do better I promise. Please sir, don't throw me away." She was begging now, big crocodile tears running down her cheeks. "Take me with you and I'll do anything you desire. You were the only one to ever help me. Please Sir" she pleaded as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the hotel lobby.  
 
I looked around as now she was attracting attention. I knew that in a minute someone would say or do something and the last thing I needed was for the cops to show up. It wouldn't take much for my erotic stories would be discovered and it would look like I was trafficking in slaves. I guess I panicked and grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.   
 
"Stop it and shut up." I barked quietly and guided her out the door and to the parking lot. Regardless of what I ended up doing, I needed to get out of the hotel and figure out what to do.  
 
Carrie obeyed and quietly followed me to my car and got in. 'What the fuck have I gotten myself into?' I groused under my breath.   
 
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