Tie Me Up Again! [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Valentine Adams
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: She begged her captor, "Tie me up, again!" Giselle Gibson was petite, popular, pretty and her career as a country singer/songwriter was booming. But she just wanted freedom from the constantly planned and controlled life that had become her world. So one day, she slipped away, bought a car and escaped into the Kentucky countryside, where she promptly ran out of gas. But along came a knight on a white charger, okay, a country boy in a pick-up truck. He took her away from all her troubles by kidnapping her to a deserted country inn where Giselle found herself tied to a bed and forced into slavery. But she didn't care. For the first time in her life, she was completely content, and begged her captor to "Tie me up, again!" Valentine Adams, best selling author of Escape into Bondage and Captive Journey once again explores the inner most desires that satisfy those with a taste for bdsm when they are behind closed doors.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2007
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Giselle Gibson, GG to her friends, was only thirteen when she won her first recording contract. But by then, she had been in every talent show in South Carolina. She had toured every county fair and every beach music contest. She knew that her mom was a frustrated wannabe who had gotten pregnant at sixteen rather than pursue the music career she had always dreamed about.
Don't misunderstand, GG did love music and she had a natural, almost unbelievable talent. But she wasn't a performer. Her true strength was writing and that's all she really cared about. She enjoyed playing the guitar and had gotten accomplished after over eight years of music lessons for both guitar and piano. She had been home-schooled for the very reason that it gave her much more time to study music.
For the first year of her recording contract and touring, opening for big name performers, her dad had traveled with her and kept her sane. But in the end, her mother was much stronger and browbeat the man until he finally threw in the towel. Then when they returned from the next tour, he was just gone. And now over five years later, she still had no idea what had happened to him.
With her dad gone, she had no protection from her mother's ambitions. The days became longer and the schedule more demanding. Finally at sixteen, GG had said that she wanted to quit touring and just concentrate on her writing. She wanted to go to high school and she wanted friends, particularly a boy friend. But her mother went ballistic at the thought of all the opportunities she would have to pass up for something so juvenile.
When that failed, she turned to the representative with her recording company for some help. But it became apparent almost immediately that he was not willing to fight with her mother either. Why was she surrounded by weak men who ran away from any altercation; who wouldn't take a stand against something they knew was wrong?
So when nothing else seemed promising, GG started considering a "nervous breakdown." She hadn't even understood exactly what that meant until she did a little research. And her mom would have had a stroke had she known how she was able to do the research.
One of the things that GG hated most about her life style was her separation and loneliness. She had two girl friends from the days before her "break." And she had kept up with them by mail for a while. But then they had asked her to get online. She already had a really killer laptop, but it was only equipped to do her music. She asked her mom to add the Internet to it and the response had been that it wouldn't work because they were always traveling. But GG had sat next to a man on an airplane going to a performance appearance and he had a laptop and was online at forty thousand feet. It was pretty easy for her to conclude that her mom was lying to keep her isolated.
This time when she went to her representative, she worded her request to assure success.
"Bert, mom asked if you would help me with something. I've got the laptop but I don't have Internet service. She said that she didn't think it would work on my computer because we're always travelin'. But there is a way to do it, she just doesn't know what to get. Will you get it for us?"
Bert had seemed relieved to be able to handle a simple request without pissing off her mother. He smiled and nodded.
"Sure GG. Leave me your laptop and I'll take care of it this afternoon and have it back to you by dinner."
And he had. She kept it a secret from her mom and stayed in close, almost daily correspondence with her two pals. But most importantly, this huge window on the world gave her a resource that she had needed badly. She found out, for example, just the sorts of emotional fatigue she could easily fake. And she stored all this in password protected files. There would come a time when she might need them.
She'd found more than just her friends on the Internet also. She had found a sense of freedom, of independence. She could have an existence here that her mom couldn't interfere with because she was unaware it existed. She studied for the test required for a learner's permit to drive a car. And then on a shopping trip one day, she took the test. In the middle of the night for more than a month, she would sneak out and use her mom's car to practice driving. Since she was eighteen when she started the entire process, she didn't need anyone's permission or authorization. When she finally took her driver's test, she had borrowed her drummer's car.
In exchange for using Jerry's car to take her test, she had agreed to go out with him on a date. He understood how Mrs. Gibson was too, so they had waited until she was out of town overnight to actually go out. They had a nice dinner and went to a movie. No harm done. At least there was no harm done until her mom had gotten home and found out. Jerry was gone the next afternoon. As far as the music was concerned, GG wasn't really upset, because they had gotten a better drummer. But she liked Jerry. He was funny and always kind to her.
After that, none of the band had anything to do with GG unless they were in the studio and her mom was around. Everything was strictly business. They were all afraid of losing their jobs. And the incident had made her mother even more psychotic about anything and everything she did.
For over four months, GG had managed to keep her driver's license a secret. The only other person who had known had been fired a week after she got it. That was the only other positive about losing Jerry. At least he didn't rat her out about driving.
One complaint GG had early on was that she never had any money of her own, in spite of the fact that she was the one earning it. Finally about two years ago, she had started getting a small check directly from her royalties. It wasn't much, but a few hundred dollars a month. Of course her mother who was also her manager paid all her living expenses and travel and clothing. But she didn't even know how much money she had or if she had any.
Over the two years, she had managed to put away a little nest egg. She had gone to the Bank of the Atlantic near her home and opened a checking account with a debit card. That was another secret she kept from her mother. At the same time, she had gotten a post office box and that was her address for everything she wanted to keep private.
By accident one month, she had gone into the record company when they had been at Roamin' River recording studio, her mom asked her to go into the accounting office and tell them that she needed a check for five thousand dollars. There was no hesitation at all. The girl in the office had written the check out and taken it into an office, returning moments later with a signature.
To test what she thought might be the case, she had gone in on her own the next time and gotten a check for a thousand dollars made payable to GG. Again, there was no hesitation. That money went into her private account.
Armed with all this info and a little groundwork, Giselle planned a well-earned vacation away from her domineering mom and all the weak willed men she found surrounding her. * * * *
The first weekend in May, GG had recording time booked at Roamin' River studios and she told her mom that she also wanted to do a little shopping for some summer things in Nashville. They flew to the city on Sunday afternoon and she spent the following morning in the studio, laying down two voice tracks each on three new songs she had written. She wasn't thrilled with the sound of any of the three. It was hugely depressing that her writing was going downhill. But she never had any real time for it since her mom booked her constantly.
In the first four months of the year, a total of one hundred twenty one days, she had done performances on eighty-three nights. Another twenty-nine had been spent traveling either on airplanes or her bus. That meant that she had only had nine days off this year. It was just too much and she was tired and frustrated.
After the recording session, she had made her way to the accounting office and asked the girl there an important question.
"Hi. Can you tell me how much money I have coming to me right now?"
"Sure I can GG."
Giselle watched as the girl clicked keys on her PC and waited for the screen to change. Then she looked up and smiled brightly.
"It looks like your current royalties balance is just over ninety three thousand eight hundred dollars. Would you like a check?"
She was flabbergasted. She had no idea she had that kind of money. But now she wondered about other things.
"How often do you normally do checks for us?"
"Well, we send out the balance every quarter. But whenever your mother is here, she'll usually get a smaller check ... maybe five or ten thousand for current expenses."
"When will this quarter's check go out?"
"Oh, not until after the end of June. That's when the quarter ends."
"So all of this is for ... lets see ... April?"
"Yeah, pretty much. I mean some of it may have been from residuals from March, but you usually earn about a hundred thousand a month in royalties."
The comment slipped out and her face went red. But the other girl just smiled at her.
"I know what you mean. It's a lot of money but I'm sure it doesn't even touch what you earn on tour. That's where the real money is, they say. I don't know about that. So do you want a check?"
"Yes ... yes I do. Can I get like twenty thousand dollars? I think I might buy a car or something."
"What kind of car? Twenty won't buy much."
"No. My boyfriend sells cars. A Mini-Cooper will cost between twenty-five and forty thousand. But they're so cute."
That hit a nerve. She might be able to pull this off.
"Your boyfriend sells cars? Do you think he'd come over here and get me to go buy a car from him?"
"Are you kiddin'? He is such a huge fan of yours. And he loves to sell cars. You want me to call him?"
GG was nodding before the girl even finished her question. She watched as the secretary dialed the phone and chatted briefly with someone on the other end of the line.
"He said that he would be thrilled, but only if you'll sign an autograph for him to put in his office."
"Sure. How long will it take for him to get here?"
"He was leavin' when we got off the phone, so about fifteen minutes. Do you have another appointment this afternoon or something?"
She wondered if she could trust this girl not to turn her in to her mom. She wanted so badly to have a friend. She just decided to risk it.
"Look, can I tell you something in confidence?"
"Of course you can. I really feel like I work for the artists here, you know?"
"My mom drives me crazy with controlling my life. I mean, I'm nineteen years old and I can't do anything without her looking over my shoulder. I just want to do this without her knowing anything about it."
The office girl was cute, her bobbed reddish chestnut hair bounced as she shook her head from side to side, her arm going up in a pledge motion.
"She won't hear about it from me."
"Good. She didn't know how long it was going to take in the studio today, so she won't be back until after two. So that gives me maybe three hours of free time."
"Okay. Well, it shouldn't take long with Dale. That's my boyfriend. His dad is the BMW dealer; and the Ford dealer; and something else. I think maybe like Kia or something like that."
"You said a Mini-Cooper? I know what that is. I've seen pictures of them and you're right they are so cute. What about those?"
"They're made by BMW. Dale can get you one of those."
"Can I do that in an hour or hour and a half?"
"Sure. I would think you could."
"Well ... I don't even know your name, I'm sorry."
"Oh, I'm Helen, but my friends call me Hank. I know, it's crazy where they got Hank outta Helen. I was named for my Grandma."
"Well ... Hank, would you, after I buy a car, would you like to get some lunch with me?"
"Seriously? I'd love it!" * * * *
As she stood there looking at what must be hundreds of cars, GG realized that she had never been to an auto dealership before. And it was far worse than being a kid in a candy store. On the ride from the studio, she had told Dale that she really wanted a Mini-Cooper. That declaration was followed by a dozen questions like, convertible or coupe, what color, equipment? In the fifteen minutes ride, he had narrowed down just what he would show her in order to stay within her time constraints. And she had made his day when she personalized and autographed a glossy photo of her on stage with her band.
They walked down a row of Mini convertibles, which is exactly what she had said she, preferred. And without really looking at any others, she was totally taken with one. It was perfect. The gunmetal blue and dark blue suede top and matching leather interior couldn't have been prettier to her.
He was explaining that this particular one was an "S" model with a turbocharger and all sorts of extras for handling and performance. And the sticker was forty thousand plus dollars. But Dale was quick to tell her that he could make her a real deal on it. He was carrying a pad of paper in his hand and took out a pen and made a few calculations before smiling at her what that deal was.
"I can sell it to you for thirty-five thousand, and have you driving out the door in twenty minutes in it. What do you say to that?"
She was more excited than she could ever remember being. She clapped her hands together and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.
"I say, I'll take it. Hank said I just needed to call her and she'd transfer the money to you for the car. Can we do that?"
Within less than half an hour, she was driving the little blue convertible back to the studio to pick up her new friend. She was so excited to have her first car that she had kissed Dale on his cheek as he was showing her how to operate all the goodies she now owned. Then he had given her simple instruction on how to get back to the Roamin' River studios. * * * *
They were having lunch in a pleasant cafe called Sebastian's Depot. The walls were dark and cool and the atmosphere was relaxing. The girls had a corner table away from the street that provided them with some privacy as they both talked eighteen to the dozen. They found that even though each was at a different place in life, they shared many experiences and qualities.
As they ate and continued to compare notes, Hank told GG that she totally understood the bossy mother as she had one also. In fact, she had moved out when she and her mom had argued about her intended major in college.
"I've never wanted to do anything but be a writer for movies or television. She just harped on the fact that I'd never be able to get a job in that field. She was convinced that the only thing I should consider was nursing or being an elementary school teacher. Yuck! I could never be a nurse. I'm too open to suggestion. I'd have everything my patients had, including accidents!"
"What about teaching?"
"I have a sister who is a teacher. Fourth grade. She says that most days she comes home and tells her husband to just shoot her!"
"My situation isn't that bad. No, what I mean is that it's not bad that way. I want to go to school, but my mother won't let me. I want a boyfriend, but she won't let me do that either. And otherwise all I really want to do is write songs for other people to sing. But she says the money is in performing. But I don't like doing that. The first dozen or so times I had to go on stage, I threw up before. I still get butterflies. I'm a very private person. I just want to be left alone most of the time. Have a few friends who are really close. You know?"
"You sound like you already went to school. I mean, you talk like you're educated."
"Oh, I've had tutors and home schooling until I thought I'd puke. I haven't been in a classroom though since I was seven, I think. And I have shows about all the time. For one period this year, I did a performance every night for twenty straight days. I've been off exactly nine days so far this year. When I say that, I mean off with nothing to do but sleep late, no traveling, no studio work, no performances or guest spots. I'm just about done."
"So why don't you take a few weeks off and go somewhere and just have fun?"
"I'll tell you what, I pay you five thousand dollars to arrange that with my mother!"
They were laughing like a couple of adolescents sharing a huge secret. GG loved the way it felt too. She needed this and wanted more.
"I'll tell you a secret Hank. I've considered having a breakdown. The problem is though that in order for it to be really believable, I'd have to do it on stage and it would be really embarrassing and my fans would be cheated. I don't want either of those things to happen."
"So have you thought about just gettin' in your car, now that you have one and driving off? You could get a check and cash it and haul ass."
A sudden rush of adrenalin hit her and she felt almost shaky with excitement. Would people know her by sight if it weren't associated with a show? Could she get away with it?
"But my mom would call the police and think I'd been kidnapped."
"You could call her in the morning and tell her that you just had to do it. You could tell her that you didn't know exactly where you were or for sure how you had gotten there. Tell her that you remembered being on the bus or train. It would be sorta like combining the breakdown with an escape."
"But she'd have my phone traced."
"Buy a disposable cell phone. Or buy two. Call her once and throw it away so if won't be tracked to where you are."
Giselle was almost frightened by the prospect that this might just be the idea she had been looking for. Now if she had a way to get away, she had no excuse for not doing it. Did she have the courage?"
"You right. I'm going to do it. But I'll need your help. If I give you the money, will you buy two throw away cell phones for me. That way, I won't be recognized. And if they ever figure out it was you, then you can just say I asked you to do an errand for me and that you had no idea what I was planning. And of course, I'll need some money."
"Okay. Let's go back to the office and get you a check, maybe five thousand. Better yet, five one thousand-dollar checks. Then we'll go to five different branch banks and cash them. That way, no one will be tipped off. After you cash the first check, I'll buy the phones while you're cashing the second and then you can bring me back to my office so I won't be missing. That might not look too good. And I'll give you my cell number so if you need someone inside for info, you can call me. I swear, I won't tell anyone. Not even Dale."