"Hey, beautiful. Are you nervous? I can't wait to see you in that gorgeous wedding dress. Love you, sweetheart. :)"

That was Vikas, my fiance, clearly very excited about the wedding. We are so close to finally getting hitched that even I can't suppress my enthusiasm. The wedding is tonight. I am all dressed up, waiting for him to come. He will arrive any moment now. All preparations are done, everything is in order, my family is out there attending the guests, and I just can not wait to be with the love of my life.

I met Vikas an year ago. I had been living in Canada for 5 years, before I decided to move back to India. I had got a job in a big IT firm, before I shifted back to my country. Vikas was supposed to be my boss, and he was the one who interviewed me, and decided to hire me. I was delighted to get that job. The pay was very good and I was getting a smooth chance to shift back to India. Moreover, my future boss looked dashing. It's tough to properly analyze a person's looks on a skype call, but I was pretty sure Vikas looked extremely handsome. I was excited to work under him.

When I joined the office, he made my transition very easy. He never let me feel new at work, or awkward. He was a true gentleman, and a genuinely good person. And very attractive off course. All the young ladies at work were mesmerized by his tall, lean personality, and at least a dozen of them had crush on the boss. But somehow, I always felt that Vikas liked me better than those other girls at work. I could just feel it. He is a good looking man, sure, but no one can say that I am a lesser match for him. Standing at 5'7" with a definitely very above average body, I looked beautiful. All the men who complimented my looks over the years, definitely gave me a reason to trust my judgement about myself.

With each passing day at work, Vikas kept on getting closer to me, and it didn't take him a long time to finally propose to me. Initially, I was not comfortable to date my boss, because, you know, relationships at work place should be avoided, but it was really difficult to ignore a person as good as Vikas. We dated for a few months, before he decided to propose me for marriage. Everything went well, and here we are, getting married. Everything was so perfect and nothing could go wrong. This is what I thought. This is what I wanted. But this did not happen.

Yesterday morning, I received a text message from an unknown number.

"Hey,bitch. Did you really think I wouldn't get to know about your wedding? You managed to run away from me, but I never stopped looking for you. And finally, I have found you, my dear slut,Hina. And just in time. I am in your town right now. I could have come up to your door directly, or could have sent all those pictures and videos to your fiance, but I want to give you a chance. I don't wish to spoil your wedding. I just want one final session with you, before you get married. You will come to me in no more than two hours, else you know exactly how I can destroy your life. Be quick, little bitch. ;)"

I was shocked to read this message. I thought I had outrun the devil, but the devil had found me. She was here. She had found me.

The reason I left Canada a year ago, was this devil, Kate. Before I came to India, met Vikas, and fell in love with him, I had a very different life, back in Canada. I was, and I guess I still am bisexual. I love women as much as I love men. I have had many female partners during my time, spent in Canada, but all this happened before I met Kate.

Kate and I met at a friend's party on a drunken night, and instantly felt a connection. She was exceptionally gorgeous. Her curvy frame was beautifully complimented by her long, wavy blonde hair, and mesmerizing eyes. We danced together, had a good time together, and later that night, ended up having sex in Kate's car. It was a beautiful night, and neither of us wanted to stop the fun. We met several times after that, and slept together almost every time we met.

After few such meetings, Kate revealed her secret to me. She was a Mistress, a Dom. She loved being the dominant person in the relationship, and wanted me to become her "submissive pet." I was new to all of this and had never experienced anything like that before. I was reluctant to become what she wanted. Some part of me was aroused and excited. I felt a certain thrill to try what she wanted.

I wanted to try such a lifestyle. After some not so heavy thinking, I agreed to become whatever she wanted. But since I wasn't sure, I demanded that we just give it a try, and not consider that scenario on a permanent basis. Kate agreed, with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

We began with a light bondage session. She was very gentle even when she spanked me. She just didn't want me to get scared, and run away. She succeeded. I had fallen in love with her, and everything she did to me. I kept on going back to her, again, and again. What had started with light bondage and gentle spanking, turned into extreme bondage. I used to be kept tied for whole weekends. She taught me how to endure pain. She taught me how to become submissive. She used to punish me whenever I did a mistake.

She loved it so much, that sometimes, she even punished me without any reason. My punishments ranged from cum denial, to heavy spanking. What had started as fun, had eventually turned into torture. I wanted to run away from her, but was scared. Over the year that I spent with Mistress Kate, she took enough pictures of me, and had video taped several of our sessions. That was enough evidence to destroy my life. I felt like I had no choice, but to comply. But, to be honest, some part of me didn't want to leave mistress.

Some part of me wanted to forget everything, and just be with her, do whatever she ordered. I was completely trapped in her charm and beauty, and was surprisingly happy about it. But whenever I was thrown out of my comfort zone, it all would come back to me, my desire to run away from this life.

One night, Mistress Kate brought her friends to our home. I, unaware of the coming guests, was sitting naked, as ordered by miss Kate.I was horrified to see five people enter the house with my mistress. She wanted me to become the night's entertainment. I resisted, but had become so submissive by now that I couldn't disobey direct orders from my mistress. That night, all her friends, three muscular guys, and two strong ladies, fucked me senselessly for the whole night. Later, miss Kate fucked me in every hole, after the guests were gone.

She video taped the whole night. I remember crying the whole night. It was too painful and horrifying even after all the training miss Kate subjected me to. But my body said otherwise. My stiff nipples and wet pussy were signs of how much I enjoyed what they all did to me that night. It was a battle I was fighting with myself. I couldn't decide whether I was more in shock and pain, or was I enjoying my new lifestyle?

I had been traumatized for a whole year, but nothing came close to me becoming a whore that night. I thought I had finally had enough, and I had to run away before miss Kate made me a proper prostitute. I never told her the truth about my family in India, or about where they lived. Everything she knew was a lie. The only thing that scared me was all those photos and videos she had of our time together. I thought, how would she use them against me if she didn't know where I vanished? I thought she would never find me.

I was unsure about leaving miss Kate though. I was absolutely sure that I would never find a woman as amazing as her, but I would have lost myself if I had stayed with her any longer. I took that stupidly courageous decision, and ran away from miss Kate's home one night, while she lied drunk. Luckily, I had got a job in India while I thought about all of this, and so I ran away, and decided to never look back at my life, back in Canada.

Running away from the past is not so easy. I learned this lesson while I read the terrorizing message from Mistress Kate, over, and over again, yesterday morning.

I really didn't have many options in that situation. Time was running out. I had to reach the hotel she was staying, in less than an hour now. Kate obviously knew how to reach me. She had the power to destroy my life. I couldn't let her do it. She had written, she wanted to do it one last time. If she really meant it, I could just go, and get over with it, but what if she had some other plans? What if she won't go back? In any case, I couldn't think of any other option than go and have that final session. I had no options, and no more time to think, and so I made up an excuse at home, and drove away to see Mistress Kate, hopefully for the last time.