The SUV turns onto a narrow road. It’s rough. Though paved, the shoulders have crumbled, potholes from the previous winter not repaired.
“Not much incentive to keep these side roads maintained,” Josie notes. “Tax dollars are tight up here. And few people to complain about the bumps and cracks.”
Jamie assumed that Collier Preserve was nearby, having left the state highway. His assumption proves wrong... more miles pass at a snail’s pace.
“No one lives within miles,” Josie narrates. “The logging company had a power line put through years ago. But for that you’d be living off the grid. Cooking over a wood stove. Bathing in the pond... when not frozen over. But the seclusion is good... for the soul. You could run around naked and nobody would notice.”
Another mile or two, the SUV turns again, passing through a delapidated open gate, a crooked sign, the lettering for ‘Collier’ quite faded. The road is a mess... and narrow, the trees and brush encroaching on the right of way.
‘Someone lives here?’ Jamie thinks to himself.
Further and further the SUV creeps, Finally in reaching the top of an incline, some two hundred yards ahead a house comes into view. The condition of the structure is surprising, presentable as opposed to the crumbing gate, Collier sign and decrepit right of way.
“I’ve spent a lot of time on maintenance... finally got the place looking like it’s lived in,” Josie pulling to a stop. “Maybe it’s best... no.... it will be best... if we set the right ambiance for you here at Collier Preserve,” Josie opening her door and stepping out.
She goes to the back, releasing a latch to lift the broad hatch door of the SUV. Reaching within there comes the rattle of chains. It’s a gambit she realizes. But Jamie is slender, a boy a few inches shorter... and many pounds lighter. He’s mentally not prepared to engage in conflict... certainly not hand to hand combat. Plus all the carpentry, in addition to harvesting and splitting firewood for the winter, has added bulk to a frame one would never consider overly feminine.
All she has to do is shackle one wrist... in a quick surprise move. After that... everything falls in line.
“I have something I want you to wear for me Jamie... come.”
Another reference to wearing something for a woman who he’s known as a distant aunt, visiting his deceased mother once or twice per year. More curious than annoyed, Jamie opens his door and steps to the rear. In approaching, Josie extends her left arm as if offering something. When Jamie reacts, extending his in turn, Josie grabs it and in one swift continuous move, her right hand comes from behind her back and snaps in place a cuff about his wrist.
She smiles in noting it is slim, almost effeminate, Jamie behind his age group in terms of masculine development.
“What... what is this?”
“Something appropriate to introduce you to your stay at Collier Preserve.”
Jamie stares at the cuff, his eyes following the attached chain to the back of the SUV. The links are not large but the shiny steel is for sure not to be snapped.
“So Jamie, you and my car are now one. I can get back behind the wheel and more or less drag you to the house. Or you can let me properly dress you,” giving the latter words a sarcastic enunciation, “and you can take your first hike.”
Josie, sensing twinges in discussing Jamie’s masturbatory habits, now feels moisture in her loins. She senses the thrill of power.
“But it will also be your last hike. Girls don’t enjoy hiking... remember?”
Josie steps back, arms akimbo, letting Jamie assess. Realization is required. She of course does not want to drag Jamie behind. She needs him to realize that he must take the first step on his own volition. Subsequent steps will readily fall in place.
Jamie gives the chain a tug. Some ten feet slide from the back of the SUV. Then the links become taught. Tugging again, Jamie understands that he and the SUV are one. Anything more than a walking pace and he will indeed be dragged.
“What... what... do you want me to wear?”
Josie smiles, stepping to the back of the SUV she opens a box. There comes more rattling.
“These,” holding up a more elaborate set of shackles.
Though flustered, Jamie’s mind races. Already partially mobilized and for the most part at the woman’s mercy, she could easily add the restraints, his ability to resist limited.
“But you’ve already... you know... got me hooked to the car.”
“As I said, I want you to hike. And I want you to hike completely naked,” the firm words uttered matter-of-factly.
Jamie’s mouth opens... eyes widening. The kindly woman, thought to be taking him under her wing at a time of grief, is now commanding. Jamie’s mind becomes more focused, the funeral, the shock of his parents untimely demise, cast aside. The present becomes more clear. Josie further clarifies.
“No one knows you’re here. No one knows you left the funeral parlor with me. You have no living relatives, and while I’ve been kind enough to introduce you to your new life your parents friends have spent the afternoon feasting at your parents’ repast. Certainly not thinking about you.”
Josie leans into the back of the SUV right hand grasping a cutting tool.
“This is a box cutter. You can either strip for me, or I’ll tear your clothing to shreds and you can trot along while I drag you to the house. You’ll find I am a person of rituals. And one of the most important is that you submit to me... and do so by either being naked or wearing what I want you to wear. The ritual begins here and now. You’ll enter my house with nothing. Other than these,” left hand rattling the set of shackles.
Speechless, Jamie stares at the mass of metal.
“The sun is setting and it’s getting cold, Jamie. You may prefer to do this in the dark. But it matters not. No one will see you but me. And you’ll soon acclimate to that. So let’s begin now. If I have to use the box cutter there could be damage to more than your clothing,” presenting the sharp blade to his face.
Yes, Josie fully understands that she could physically overwhelm the boy, rip his clothes to shreds. But she prefers acquiescence... the mental and emotional response to her power and control more important than demonstrating her physical strength.
“You’ll need to... you know...” Jamie holding up his cuffed right wrist.
“No. That stays for now. Unbutton your shirt, slip out your left arm then slide the shirt up your right arm and onto the chain. I’ll take care of it after you’re naked and better shackled. Begin your new life, Jamie. You’re going to learn to like being in chains. That means you’ll be safe... and protected... and all the worries you’ve had to think about... where and how to live without your parent’s guidance... all the challenges you’ve faced in your young life and will be facing... are no longer of consequence. You just have to serve... me.”
More pause. Josie lets the boy mull over his situation... the temperature plunging with the disappearing sun. Cold will counter continuing indecision.
Jamie focuses... the present challenge is all that needs consideration. And thereafter?
Yet there is the concern of baring himself to a woman for the most part unknown. He has not even exposed himself to his mother in the past few years. But how is it his shyness can remain?
There comes to mind visits to his doctor’s office, mother insisting on annual physical examinations. Disrobing, the young nurse handing him a dressing gown, smiling at his bashfulness, did such not bring a quirky thrill? Did such not prompt a busy hand when returning home?
Glumly, Jamie concedes, fingers going to the buttons of his shirt.
“Good girl.”
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