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â€Off The Chain†is a new Femdom novel by Candace Smith. Here’s an extract:
Sam’s eyes gradually adjusted and cleared, and he found himself lying in the middle of a cement block cell. There was a heavy metal door across from him, and from his restrained position he saw chains hanging from a pulley and a track in the ceiling. He recognized the clanging sound he had heard earlier, as the chain swung slightly in the breeze from the air conditioning vent that seemed to be blowing full force.
There was a metal table against one wall and some tall cabinets on the wall behind him. When he stretched his neck to look behind him the collar held him fixed, allowing him to move just enough for a glimpse of the tops of them. The wall to the right had bolts embedded into the concrete blocks, and a drain in the floor. He thought he could just see part of the coil of a hose in the corner over his head. The lighting above him was recessed with heavy metal protective grills, and the fluorescent buzzing seemed magnified and timed with the throbbing of his headache. Sam realized he had probably been drugged.
He finally heard the door being opened with the compressed hiss of an airlock, and he forced himself to try to gather the air of authority he was accustomed to. I’ll be damned if I’m lying naked and chained to a floor… someone is going to pay dearly for this fucked up situation. A tall woman with a shoulder length jet black bob and jade green eyes walked in, with another woman trailing her.
“Where the hell am I?†Samuel’s blue eyes pierced the woman to throw her off balance, and hopefully offset his pitiful, hoarse voice.
“Hush now, Sam, you have a visitor,†the woman purred. Sam felt his skin prickle into goosebumps, and his sack drew up protectively in an instinctive response as his subconscious kicked in and recognized a dangerous predator.
The woman who had previously remained hidden behind her, walked forward and smiled down at him. “Hi, Sammy.â€
Dear god… it’s Julie from the office.
“Hey, like I’m real sorry and stuff, but, like, I have to quit working for you.†She gave one last forced giggle, and then the pretty blue eyes narrowed. Her voice lost the childish quality that he had found so cute, and she rested the toe of her shoe on his balls. “Because, Sam, when you make it to Section Five… if you make it to Section Five… you’ll be working for me.†She kissed the tip of a finger and bent down to brush it across his lips, pressing hard on his testicles in the process. “Until then…†She smiled at the other woman and walked back through the door.
Sam had been so shocked that he had not said a word the whole time Julie had been in the room. He looked up at the other woman, and in his hoarse voice he demanded, “Where the hell am I? Let me talk to the man in charge.â€
The woman clenched her jaw at his insult, and she turned to the cabinet and keyed some numbers into the pad. Sam studied the lithe figure with the slim waist and hips in the black spandex pants and tight sweater. When she opened the door to remove a few things, he could see muscles tightening along her torso and arms. The woman was obviously very strong.
She silently knelt beside him, and he tried to turn his head when her fingers reached for the front of the collar. “I had them take this off you, because you just would not shut up when they brought you in, and you may eventually need to speak.†She slipped a disc into the front of the collar where it contacted his throat, and she pushed a button on a remote and placed it onto a lower shelf of the metal table. “As I told you before, Mr. Sturgis, you are in Section Nine, Training Room Three. There is no need for you to speak until you are requested to respond when you reach Section Eight.â€
“Fuck you, bitch…†the shock was painful and quick, and Sam realized that this must have been what had caused the injury to his throat, though he remembered nothing about arriving here.
She was kneeling beside him and sat back on her heels, waiting for the shuddering to subside so she could be absolutely sure she had his attention. She stared into the blue eyes and patiently waited for the chiseled jaw to unclench. When the eyes cleared and glittered with a confused, seething hate, she continued, “You are in Section Nine, Sam. This is the orientation Section, where you will receive a mild introduction of how very much your life has been altered. Now, you’re a smart guy, a lawyer and all… even though daddy did have to pull a few favors for that third try at the Bar Exam… so, I’m sure that you have figured out you are in for some dramatic changes. I’m afraid Harriet has finally reached her limit of nights alone while you run around with every little twenty year old short skirt you can dig your fingers under.†She watched his eyes widen at his wife’s name, and she knew he realized this was not a ransom attempt.
“No, you won’t be seeing your wife, so you can get thoughts of manipulating her with pleading and promises out of your head, Sam. By the time wives come to me, they’re over their men, and all they want is the finances they’ve earned from years of neglect.†The woman’s red lacquered nail ran from his sternum to the trail of dark hair leading from his naval to his groin, and he shivered.
“All you need to concentrate on is what your trainers teach you. Just think, Sam,†she smiled, “no more late nights at the office, or boring weekend seminars, or tedious depositions… no more of any of the bullshit excuses you gave your wife so you could rendezvous with some young woman who probably believed your lies as much as you thought Harriet had.â€
The man watched her warily. “I am the Director, Sam, and it is never a pleasure to see me.†She reached down and gripped his flaccid cock, and she squeezed and twisted it until he shrieked, and the painful shocks jolted through his throat.
Just as the pain subsided enough for him to rapidly blink back his angry tears, the door swished open again and a tall, well built red head walked in. Sam had a fleeting thought that she was gorgeous, and his injured cock jerked slightly.
“Sam, this is Andrea, and she will be your trainer through orientation and Section Nine. She’s our best… and I know you always demand the best, Sam.†The Director rose and was still chuckling as she exited through the swooshing door.
Sam glared at Andrea while she studied a clipboard. She wore a short black skirt with a black sweater like the Director’s, and it showed off a bountiful chest and deep cleavage with a thin gold chain and a dangling charm that read ‘Sevals’ in the embedded diamonds. He remembered Julie with the same necklace. There were flat, black, rubber soled shoes on her feet and she wore no stockings. He jerked when she said, “Right. Okay, let’s get you cleaned up and measured so we can see what we’re working with.â€
Sam watched her walk over to the overhead chain. She pulled it down and across the space to one of his arms, and then hooked it onto a ring in the cuff and released his wrist from the floor. When she tried to swing it over to his other arm, he tossed it forward, barely missing her cheek with the chain. Her blue eyes narrowed. “Sam, that’s not a good way for us to start out.†She reached into the pocket of the skirt and pulled out a thin wand. At first, Sam thought it was another pen, until she stuck it into the soft flesh beneath his balls and he felt a horrible electric current that made his sack tighten and his hips thrust frantically.
“Stop… oh… oh,†he bit his bottom lip to keep the dual current from jarring his throat. For three agonizing seconds she kept the rod against him, and he felt jerky phantom shocks when it was removed.
“Okay,†she smiled, “let’s give this another try, shall we?†Sam lay still, seething in outrage but glancing uneasily at the treacherous wand she had placed between her teeth, keeping it in sight as a warning while she swung the chain to hook his other wrist. She walked to the cabinet and returned with a heavy metal bar and placed it between his legs, and he felt his ankles being secured to the ends. Only then did she put the wand back in her pocket and reach under his collar to unhook it from the bolt in the floor.
Sam’s eyes gradually adjusted and cleared, and he found himself lying in the middle of a cement block cell. There was a heavy metal door across from him, and from his restrained position he saw chains hanging from a pulley and a track in the ceiling. He recognized the clanging sound he had heard earlier, as the chain swung slightly in the breeze from the air conditioning vent that seemed to be blowing full force.
There was a metal table against one wall and some tall cabinets on the wall behind him. When he stretched his neck to look behind him the collar held him fixed, allowing him to move just enough for a glimpse of the tops of them. The wall to the right had bolts embedded into the concrete blocks, and a drain in the floor. He thought he could just see part of the coil of a hose in the corner over his head. The lighting above him was recessed with heavy metal protective grills, and the fluorescent buzzing seemed magnified and timed with the throbbing of his headache. Sam realized he had probably been drugged.
He finally heard the door being opened with the compressed hiss of an airlock, and he forced himself to try to gather the air of authority he was accustomed to. I’ll be damned if I’m lying naked and chained to a floor… someone is going to pay dearly for this fucked up situation. A tall woman with a shoulder length jet black bob and jade green eyes walked in, with another woman trailing her.
“Where the hell am I?†Samuel’s blue eyes pierced the woman to throw her off balance, and hopefully offset his pitiful, hoarse voice.
“Hush now, Sam, you have a visitor,†the woman purred. Sam felt his skin prickle into goosebumps, and his sack drew up protectively in an instinctive response as his subconscious kicked in and recognized a dangerous predator.
The woman who had previously remained hidden behind her, walked forward and smiled down at him. “Hi, Sammy.â€
Dear god… it’s Julie from the office.
“Hey, like I’m real sorry and stuff, but, like, I have to quit working for you.†She gave one last forced giggle, and then the pretty blue eyes narrowed. Her voice lost the childish quality that he had found so cute, and she rested the toe of her shoe on his balls. “Because, Sam, when you make it to Section Five… if you make it to Section Five… you’ll be working for me.†She kissed the tip of a finger and bent down to brush it across his lips, pressing hard on his testicles in the process. “Until then…†She smiled at the other woman and walked back through the door.
Sam had been so shocked that he had not said a word the whole time Julie had been in the room. He looked up at the other woman, and in his hoarse voice he demanded, “Where the hell am I? Let me talk to the man in charge.â€
The woman clenched her jaw at his insult, and she turned to the cabinet and keyed some numbers into the pad. Sam studied the lithe figure with the slim waist and hips in the black spandex pants and tight sweater. When she opened the door to remove a few things, he could see muscles tightening along her torso and arms. The woman was obviously very strong.
She silently knelt beside him, and he tried to turn his head when her fingers reached for the front of the collar. “I had them take this off you, because you just would not shut up when they brought you in, and you may eventually need to speak.†She slipped a disc into the front of the collar where it contacted his throat, and she pushed a button on a remote and placed it onto a lower shelf of the metal table. “As I told you before, Mr. Sturgis, you are in Section Nine, Training Room Three. There is no need for you to speak until you are requested to respond when you reach Section Eight.â€
“Fuck you, bitch…†the shock was painful and quick, and Sam realized that this must have been what had caused the injury to his throat, though he remembered nothing about arriving here.
She was kneeling beside him and sat back on her heels, waiting for the shuddering to subside so she could be absolutely sure she had his attention. She stared into the blue eyes and patiently waited for the chiseled jaw to unclench. When the eyes cleared and glittered with a confused, seething hate, she continued, “You are in Section Nine, Sam. This is the orientation Section, where you will receive a mild introduction of how very much your life has been altered. Now, you’re a smart guy, a lawyer and all… even though daddy did have to pull a few favors for that third try at the Bar Exam… so, I’m sure that you have figured out you are in for some dramatic changes. I’m afraid Harriet has finally reached her limit of nights alone while you run around with every little twenty year old short skirt you can dig your fingers under.†She watched his eyes widen at his wife’s name, and she knew he realized this was not a ransom attempt.
“No, you won’t be seeing your wife, so you can get thoughts of manipulating her with pleading and promises out of your head, Sam. By the time wives come to me, they’re over their men, and all they want is the finances they’ve earned from years of neglect.†The woman’s red lacquered nail ran from his sternum to the trail of dark hair leading from his naval to his groin, and he shivered.
“All you need to concentrate on is what your trainers teach you. Just think, Sam,†she smiled, “no more late nights at the office, or boring weekend seminars, or tedious depositions… no more of any of the bullshit excuses you gave your wife so you could rendezvous with some young woman who probably believed your lies as much as you thought Harriet had.â€
The man watched her warily. “I am the Director, Sam, and it is never a pleasure to see me.†She reached down and gripped his flaccid cock, and she squeezed and twisted it until he shrieked, and the painful shocks jolted through his throat.
Just as the pain subsided enough for him to rapidly blink back his angry tears, the door swished open again and a tall, well built red head walked in. Sam had a fleeting thought that she was gorgeous, and his injured cock jerked slightly.
“Sam, this is Andrea, and she will be your trainer through orientation and Section Nine. She’s our best… and I know you always demand the best, Sam.†The Director rose and was still chuckling as she exited through the swooshing door.
Sam glared at Andrea while she studied a clipboard. She wore a short black skirt with a black sweater like the Director’s, and it showed off a bountiful chest and deep cleavage with a thin gold chain and a dangling charm that read ‘Sevals’ in the embedded diamonds. He remembered Julie with the same necklace. There were flat, black, rubber soled shoes on her feet and she wore no stockings. He jerked when she said, “Right. Okay, let’s get you cleaned up and measured so we can see what we’re working with.â€
Sam watched her walk over to the overhead chain. She pulled it down and across the space to one of his arms, and then hooked it onto a ring in the cuff and released his wrist from the floor. When she tried to swing it over to his other arm, he tossed it forward, barely missing her cheek with the chain. Her blue eyes narrowed. “Sam, that’s not a good way for us to start out.†She reached into the pocket of the skirt and pulled out a thin wand. At first, Sam thought it was another pen, until she stuck it into the soft flesh beneath his balls and he felt a horrible electric current that made his sack tighten and his hips thrust frantically.
“Stop… oh… oh,†he bit his bottom lip to keep the dual current from jarring his throat. For three agonizing seconds she kept the rod against him, and he felt jerky phantom shocks when it was removed.
“Okay,†she smiled, “let’s give this another try, shall we?†Sam lay still, seething in outrage but glancing uneasily at the treacherous wand she had placed between her teeth, keeping it in sight as a warning while she swung the chain to hook his other wrist. She walked to the cabinet and returned with a heavy metal bar and placed it between his legs, and he felt his ankles being secured to the ends. Only then did she put the wand back in her pocket and reach under his collar to unhook it from the bolt in the floor.
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