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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna  Part 12  (BDSM)
Date: Wed,  2 Aug 2000 20:10:06 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna part 12


   Matthew Anderson was not having much luck.

   After leaving James Vessor he called the FBI so he could talk to
Rhianna's partner, Owen Johnson.  If anyone knew where Rhianna was, it
would have been this man.  Matthew felt he could get Owen to talk, after
all Matthew had saved Rhianna's life and Owen had been a grateful man.  But
Owen was out on a case of his own he was told, and would not be back for
two more weeks.

   That was only the beginning of Matthew's troubles.

   He spent the next few days attempting to talk to some of the people he
knew in the New York BDSM community, to see if they had any idea what was
in the works that might require the services of the Special Agent.  He had
hoped the rumor mill would have given up the details of a juicy scandal or
robbery or even a death that might necessitate a quiet investigation.  But
he had come across stronger opposition than he had figured upon.

   Many of his so called friends, people he had socialized with and some he
had even shared submissives with, now shunned him.  They couldn't afford to
be seen with an ex-con, at least one who had spent time in as common a
prison as the Georgia State Pen'!  Had he been a high roller from a country
club prison no doubt he would have been invited to the best parties so he
could tell his tale.  But apparently that was not the way it was going to
be for him.

   None of these people cared that he did his time and paid for his crime.

   To hell with them.

   Some did talk to him though, but none of them knew anything helpful to
his search.  Things were very quiet and stable in the city at the moment
and news from the rest of the country was no better or worse than normal.

   As time went on Matthew began to despair of ever finding Rhianna soon.

   He had at this point only two things to hold on to.  The faxes Vessor
was getting each day from her, and that he had all the time in the world to
wait for her.  Quite literally, he had nothing else to do.  His only reason
for leaving Colorado was to find Rhianna, and he wasn't going back without
her...or at least without a good reason why she would not come with him. 
This was an all or nothing quest for him; he was tired of their dance.

   He had just drawn another blank, visiting a friend of his who ran a
fetish clothing store in uptown Manhattan, when something changed.  At
least she had been glad to see him, and while fruitless, the afternoon he
spent there had been an entertaining one.

   After two and a half years, he had forgotten how soothing the simple
pleasures of a slave girl could be, and Sylvia had been very understanding.
Her offer for the use of her girl had included a lot more than he had
taken, but, sexually at least, he had a mind for only one woman at the
moment.

   He made do with drinks and a back rub.

   He was a little more relaxed than he had been in days then, when,
sitting in a cab heading through Queens, he suddenly was struck with an
idea.  It was an idea inspired by a building they had just passed, a large
brick structure that looked somewhat like a warehouse.

   Matthew had the driver stop the cab, and after paying the man, walked
the half block back to the building.  It was just possible that this lead
might pay off, he thought.

   During their last time together, Rhianna had mentioned a friend of hers,
someone she had met long before she knew him, someone with whom she shared
a bond that became the core of a deep friendship, one of the very few
Rhianna admitted to having.

   The friend's name was Tonya, and she worked here in this building, which
was where, funnily enough, Matthew had first laid eyes on Rhianna!

   Matthew entered the lobby of the Kennel and looked around.  It was much
as he remembered it, although it looked like it had received a face-lift
since he was last there.

   Ahead of him was the reception desk staffed by a female security
guard/receptionist.  She smiled at him as she finished a conversation she
was having on the phone.

   "Yes, Sir.  How may we help you?" she said to him, putting down the
phone.

   "I believe you have a girl working here, her name is Tonya, I don't know
her last name.  I was hoping to see her," said Matthew.

   "I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't give out employee information.  This is a
private company and it isn't our policy." The receptionist was pleasant but
firm in her response.

   Matthew smiled.  "I understand, I know the work that goes on here and
how privacy is a big issue.  I'm a former client myself, so I know how it
goes.  In fact, I'll wager you haven't worked here longer than two years; I
don't recognize that pretty face."

   "Thank you, Sir, and you're right, I have only been here a year.  But I
still can't confirm that anyone by that name is in this building."

   "Then perhaps I can see the doctor, Jane Carey?  Your Boss?"

   The receptionist raised her eyebrows.  Not too many people knew who ran
the Kennel, at least no one who just walked in off the street.  "If I can
get your name, Sir?" she asked him.

   Matthew told her and she directed him to some chairs.

   Sitting down, he noticed a pile of used magazines and smiled.  In a
place like this, he would have expected a pile of fetish and bondage
magazines, but instead they were the usual generic publications you'd find
in any waiting room in the country.

   Matthew had to laugh; given the nature of the business here, it was odd
to see "Home & Garden" on the little side table, but then this lobby was
right off the street.  The good stuff would be somewhere further in.

   As he waited for the receptionist to confirm who he was and admit that
Dr.  Jane Carey worked here, he mused on the function of the building.  He
was in, as far as he knew, the only business of its kind in the United
States.  A boarding house of sorts for submissives who needed a place to
stay while their Masters and Mistresses were otherwise occupied.  It was
called the Kennel because the process used to house the submissives who
stayed here more resembled its canine counterpart than anything human. 
Here, ALL the submissives, no matter what state of submission they enjoyed
on the outside, were locked down in twenty-four hour bondage and
supervision, enduring a schedule that never changed.  Here all submissives
were equal, and there was a guarantee of anonymity.  From the moment their
processing began in this very lobby to the moment they left, the
submissives that stayed here were blinded, not able to see anything beyond
their own feet.  There was no contact permitted between the submissives nor
could they even talk.  All they had to do was follow the rules.

   Surprisingly enough, the business took off.  People left their slaves
here while they were in hospital, or if they had to make a sudden trip. 
Some left their subs here for training purposes.  The Kennel also boasted a
state of the art grooming department with a fully functioning surgery.  Dr.
Carey, as well as running the place, was also the chief surgeon, so some
"Pets" as they were called were brought here for body modification. 
Everything from hair removal and piercings, to breast implants and tubule
ligations.  If you wanted your slave "fixed," then this was the place to
bring them.

   Of course, nothing radical was done without the submissive's voluntary
permission.  A man couldn't simply bring a woman in here and order someone
to make her size C bust into a size DD.  As in any reputable doctor's
office, significant surgery was discussed first with all parties, to make
sure that it was truly wanted by all.

   The Kennel also featured one other department, again copied from its
canine equivalent.

   Adoption.

   Submissives who had moved on from Doms who could not fill their needs
were allowed to stay here to be adopted by another Dominant.  A screening
process was gone through to ensure a match and it was rare indeed that an
adoption went bad.

   That was how Matthew had met Rhianna two and a half years ago.  She had
gone undercover to obtain evidence in a smuggling operation he was running,
a cover that necessitated her becoming a slave up for adoption.  At the
time, Matthew needed a submissive, his previous one having left him
suddenly, and so he was set up to take Rhianna.

   While it had been expected by her, and her bosses at the FBI, that some
physical intimacy would take place if she was to keep her cover, no one
imagined that their target, Matthew, would actually fall in love with her.

   That she succeeded in her assignment and put him away for two and a half
years did nothing to dull his feelings for her.  When they came together on
another case six months ago, the feelings inside him grew even stronger,
and to his immense pleasure, he saw that Rhianna had feelings for him too.
Though they may have spent less than two weeks of actual time together, it
was all he needed to realize that he was ready to spend the rest of his
life with her.

   But first, he needed to catch her.

   "Mr.  Anderson?" said a young woman, suddenly appearing next to him.

   Matthew looked up and smiled.  The woman was dressed in the standard
uniform of the clinic, what looked like the top half of a Gi, a judo
uniform.  The jacket was sleeveless, came down to just below crotch level,
and was held together in front not with a belt but with a Velcro patch.

   Underneath this, Matthew knew, were worn nothing but a leather body
harness and a chastity belt.  Matthew also knew that the "Pets" wore
exactly the same thing, with the exception of the jacket.  For both staff
and Pets, the harness and chastity belts were locked on.  No chances at all
were taken with the sexual security of the submissives in the Kennel's
care. That was also why the entire Kennel staff was female.  No men were
allowed into the deeper levels of the place unless they were submissives
here to be kenneled, and then they would be bound and blinded just like all
the other Pets.

   The staff put up with the unusual dress code because they too were all
submissives.  The only exceptions Matthew had ever seen were the security
guards, who also were all women, and he was ready to lay a bet that
underneath their uniforms they too were locked in chastity belts.

   "Yes?" Matthew said to the girl, as his thoughts passed in a flash
through his mind.

   "I'm here to take you to Dr.  Carey's office, Sir."

   Matthew nodded and stood up.  No one was allowed to walk around the
place without an escort.

   Matthew was led to a corner office with no windows, and asked to wait in
a comfortable chair in front of Carey's desk.

   "Dr.  Carey is in surgery right now, but is there anything I can get for
you?" she asked him.

   "I don't suppose you know where Tonya is right now, do you?"

   The girl smiled.  "I'm sorry, Sir, you'll have to talk to the doctor. 
Anything else?"

   "A coffee would be fine, black," laughed Matthew.

   A minute later, he had his coffee, and fifteen minutes after that he was
joined by Jane Carey.

   She was in street clothes, and looked as if she had just changed out of
her scrubs.  She gave Matthew a welcoming smile that didn't quite reach her
eyes and sat down behind her desk.

   "I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you myself," she said, "I hope my
staff has been accommodating?"

   "They have been excellent!" Matthew answered, standing up and shaking
her hand.

   "Thank you, then I won't beat them at bedtime tonight," answered Jane
with a small smile.

   Matthew laughed dutifully.

   "I'm told you are asking about a particular employee of mine, a girl
named Tonya?"

   "Yes, that's right.  I just need a few minutes of her time," Matthew
replied.

   "May I ask why?"

   "I need her help to find a mutual friend of ours.  I got out of touch
and I was hoping that Tonya might know where I could find her.  In fact, I
think you know her too."

   "Really?  And who might this friend be?"

   "Her name is Rhianna Summer, Special Agent Rhianna Summer of the FBI,"
Matthew said, watching Carey's face.

   The doctor looked blank for just a moment, then recognition flooded her
features.  "Matthew Anderson!  Now I remember where I heard your name.  I'm
sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave!"

   Matthew had been expecting this.  "It's not what you think it is, Dr. 
Carey."

   "We're not going to get involved in any act of retaliation on your part,
Mr.  Anderson.  Now go, before I call security to escort you out."

   "I said, it isn't what you think.  I'm not here to retaliate against
Rhianna, revenge isn't what's on my mind right now."

   "So you say, Mr.  Anderson, but we both know full well that Agent Summer
put you in prison.  In fact, I'm surprised you are out already.  From what
I was told, you were under suspicion for something extremely serious."

   "I did my time, Doctor."

   "That may be, but I will not help you find the woman who put you in
jail!" Dr.  Carey reached for the phone but Matthew got there first.  He
put his hand on it and stood over her desk.

   "Dr.  Carey, I know what you must think of me, but I need you to give me
the benefit of the doubt.  If you won't let me talk to Tonya, then talk to
her yourself, right now.  Ask her about her friendship with Rhianna, and
ask if Rhianna has ever talked about me.  If the answers she gives you
don't satisfy you as to my relationship with Rhianna, then come back and
tell me, and I'll leave quietly.  But seriously, Doctor, I have to find
her, and this quite possibly may be my last lead.  You don't know how
important this is to me."

   Jane Carey was scared of the man who loomed so huge in front of her, but
when she looked in his eyes, she saw not a man hell bent on revenge, but a
man with an important mission to fulfill.  She began to have her doubts
about her jumped-to conclusions.

   "Okay, I'll go talk to her.  While I do, you will wait right here."

   Matthew nodded and sat down once more.  "Thank you."

   Carey was nervous, but she didn't let it show as she stood up and left
the room.  She too suddenly had a mission.

   A minute after she left the room, another woman came in.  This one was
dressed as a security guard, and Matthew noted with amusement that she was
also armed.  He smiled at her and she smiled back, but instead of joining
him, she stood next to the door.

   The message was clear; Dr.  Carey was taking no chances.

   A half hour later, the doctor herself returned with another woman in
tow, this one dressed in the normal staff attire.

   She gave Matthew a huge smile and stepped forward, holding out her hand.
"Matthew, it's good to finally meet you!"

   Matthew let go a breath he didn't know he had been holding.  He had
pinned a lot on the hope that the very private Rhianna Summer he knew had
talked to this girl about him.  He would not have put it past Rhianna to
have kept him as close to her chest from Tonya as she had Bart Maxell.  He
stood up and shook her hand, glancing at Jane Carey, who was excusing the
guard.

   "It's good to meet you too," he said.  He looked at Jane Carey again,
"Thank you."

   "I'm sorry I was so hard on you, Mr.  Anderson.  But you can
understand..." Jane began.

   "Yes, I understand, and it's okay," he said, sitting down again.

   Tonya went and knelt on a cushion next to Carey's desk and Matthew could
see the bright metal of the chastity belt she wore between her legs.

   "Tonya has told me that you and Agent Summer, are in a relationship of
sorts?" Jane Carey said to him.

   Matthew nodded.  "Yes, and now I need to find her so I can ask her to
marry me!" He was surprised the words came out so easily.  He really felt
ready for this.

   Both women smiled, Tonya more than her boss.  Tonya was indeed Rhianna's
confidant, more so than even Matthew expected.  She knew all about
Rhianna's feelings for this man, and for Bart Maxell, whom she also
agonized over.

   Tonya was happy that one of the men was finally making a move, but she
knew she was going to disappoint Matthew today.

   "That's wonderful, Sir, it truly is.  But I can't tell you where she is
right now!" Tonya said.

   Matthew felt his insides collapse.  All this, and another dead end.  It
was beginning to look like he would be stuck here in the city waiting for
however long it took for Rhianna to get done with her current assignment.
Yet, he couldn't help feeling that Rhianna was in trouble.  The words of
Bart Maxell kept echoing in his head, she was only supposed to be gone for
a couple of days.  He thought about Vessor and the progress reports the man
was getting; anyone could send a fax.  Then one more thing hit him, Bart
identifying Vessor as the man who personally gave Rhianna her assignment.
Perhaps the man knew more about the case than he had told!

   Matthew had avoided going back to Rhianna's apartment for a few days
simply because he wanted to avoid the man who told him that he wanted to
marry Rhianna himself, but Bart wasn't there anymore.  Matthew felt stupid
letting a potential source of information go without bleeding it dry.

   "What about Bart Maxell?" he said to Tonya.

   Tonya opened her mouth in surprise; Rhianna had told her that neither
man knew of the other.  "Who?"

   "It's okay, Tonya.  I met the guy at Rhianna's a few days ago.  I know
that she's been...seeing him." The thought left a bad taste in his mind.

   Tonya was left without a foot to stand on, her surprise was so complete.
She glanced at Jane Carey for some support and the doctor silently urged
her to come clean.

   "I know him," Tonya said.

   "Do you know where I can find him?"

   "Yes, but I doubt he knows any more than I do."

   "I think you're wrong, Tonya.  Will you tell me where he is?"

   Tonya said yes and did so, telling Matthew where Bart worked as a Deputy
Sheriff.  "She has other friends there too.  People she's close to.  She
visits often.  I've gone with her a few times.

   Matthew drudged up a name from his memory, another person Rhianna
mentioned during their pillow talk.  "Maria Brown?"

   "Yes.  I'm not surprised Rhianna told you about her.  The three of us
shared..." Images of the frightening boat chase in the Atlantic Ocean
flashed through Tonya's mind.  She remembered the bullet that had plowed
through her leg and the shocking pain that followed.  It still woke her up
nights.

   "I know what you shared," Matt said solemnly.  "Thanks, for helping her
then, and helping us now."

   Suddenly Tonya wanted to cry, but it was with happiness not sorrow.  "I
hope you find her, Sir."

   "I hope I do too," Matthew responded, getting out of his chair.

   Three hours later, he was on a flight, on his way to talk once again
with his rival for Rhianna's affections.


End of Part 12.

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