Sandra stares at the wall unable to locomote, unable to think. Her brain is adrift, lost to some world between pleasure and pain in the neck, between awareness and unconsciousness. Her organic structure still spasms from the twenty-eight sexual climax and countless electrical impact forced upon her over the finally three hour. Her trembling legs, still suspended above her by their torturous drawstring, place fiddling tugs to the clinch that secure them tightly to her mammilla. What's left field of Sandra's mind is trying to collect the will to act, to clean herself up and get her toys put away before her kinsperson wakes up in a few hours. A few hours ... the construct bounces around in her brainiac, but it's import is lost. All meaning is lost. To Sandra a second is now the Sami as a twelvemonth.

A sound echoes through her psyche. Her conscious mind knows it's her bedroom door, but the connection between awareness and action is nowhere to be found. Her mightily understructure falls to the bed, followed immediately by the left. Her knocker spring from their stretched torture and, with a little jiggle, take root to their innate attitude. Somewhere deep in her judgment Sandra knows this is happening, that someone is standing over her defenseless, helpless body, yet she can do zero but stare at the wall. Something comes into view, moving toward her, and the paries is replaced with iniquity, nothingness. Sandra feels arm under her petite figure, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a rough in fabric. The canvass shell raising, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The building reverence brings her mind back to the airfoil, but it's too late. She's now trapped in some sort of bombastic gym bag being taken to some unnamed topographic point. She tries to contend, to rip the tape from her mouth and scream for help, but there isn't adequate elbow room in the bag to move. Fear turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted nation she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a world of iniquity. She reaches up to finger a impenetrable leather punk leaving only her sassing and nose exposed while small hole in the back lets her hair hang out of the hood like a pony poop and enceinte protuberance cover her eye and ears. The toughie is held in topographic point by a smooth sword collar with a padlock preventing it's removal. Continuing her search she finds that The original is gone and a very different twist was in it's place. While The passkey was a cobbled together gismo of salvage parts, this new device was satiny. It's outer shell seemed to be smooth, shine steel hinged at the crotch with lowly holes over her sex and anus. It was also much thinner and more form appointment than her creation, it's waist band reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either side. Her unproblematic leather cuffs were now smooth sword hoop also secured with padlocks, with like rings at her ankles. Feeling up and down for any other changes she finds that the ease of her body was still completely au naturel. She feels the bed she woke on and notification it's unwavering and turgid that the one she was taken from, king size by her good guess. She reaches a toe off of the bound to find a cold-blooded laborious floor in plaza of the soft shag carpeting of her room. She slides her early infantry to the flat coat and takes a stone's throw, nearly falling as her still exhausted body struggles to support itself.

"Get back on the bed."The vox booms through her read/write head as if coming from all counseling. It sounded celluloid, like the voice scrambler used by bad guys in moving picture. Sandra turns her head to try to determine it's focusing of origin when a sharp cushion to her neck opening causes her to yelp in painfulness."I said back on the bed, slave. Do I need to severalise you again ?"Sandra's breathing spell quickens as she turns around frantically, waving her sleeve in front of her until she feels the edge of the bed."salutary girl,"the anonymous vocalisation utters as she climbs back onto the bed.

"Who are you ? Where am - AAHHHH ! ! !"Another shock shoots through her neck opening, stronger than the last.

"A hard worker speaks only when given permission, or to reply a steer question."Sandra tips her head back and forth, trying to reckon out where the vocalization is coming from."That's not going to serve. I'm speaking to you through headphone in your hood. They're noise canceling, you only see and see what I decide."Sandra's public of iniquity is suddenly filled with blinding light. As her eyes adjust she discovers that the light is actually a screen in front of each eye showing a experience top down scene of her sitting on the bed. The image is carefully cropped to not demonstrate anything beyond the edge of the bed, leaving her environs a secret. Sandra is both strike and terrified by the technological capabilities of her captor. She begins to marvel if he's even in the same building when the articulation getting even,"Would you like some urine ?"

"Yes."A import later another painful electrical shock hits her, this time to her wrists.

"A slave will point respect when public speaking to her original. beginning infractions will receive aristocratical corrections like you have seen, but if you continue to let down me I assure you the penalty can be much more serious. I will ask again, does my slave need a drink ?"

Sandra pauses before answering. She knows what he wants her to say, but does not desire to open this man the satisfaction of her obedience. Still she doesn't want to find out what will bump if she refuses. She grits her dentition and answers,"Yes Sir."Suddenly the sentiment being projected in her eyes zooms out slightly, revealing the area surrounding the bed and Sandra studies it closely, looking for some clue as to her locating. She sees refined concrete floors, a toilette about 6 feet to the left of the bed with a sump next to it and a water fountain the same distance to the rightfield of the bed. She gets off the bed on the English of the water fountain and slowly makes her way to it, finding it hard to maintain her mien while watching herself from above. After just a instant she reaches the fountain and as she sips it's cool piss the voice provides further instruction.

"You will receive this perspective for twenty minutes every twelve hours. It is only during this time that you may leave the bed. Do not wander beyond the sentiment of the camera. Do not get out the bed unless you see this. There will not be a gentle rectification for failures in this esteem, do you understand ?"

"Yes, Sir."Sandra replies before between sips from the fount. She is still far too decrepit to try any type of escape and decides to obey for now as any encourage punishment will only worsen the yield. Besides, how is she to scat if she can't hear or see anything beyond what is presented to her.

"Good, I suggest you hydrate well and use the gutter while you're up, it will be another twelve hours before you get another chance."

Sandra takes her fill of water before wobbling her way to the toilet, the forced perspective of the camera making her a bit dizzy. When she gets to the toilet she stops, how does she relieve herself with this contraption between her ramification ? As if reading her judgement, the voice chimes in,"The twist is equipped with a catheter and the anal fire hydrant is excavate. When you sit on the toilet the catheter will open, draining your bladder and a yap door in the plug will open allowing you to defecate, though it may consume a bit more effort than normal."Sandra cautiously sits down and her view immediately changes to a camera inside the toilet looking up. A second later, she can see the trapdoor open under her anus and her vesica starts to drain through a hole just opposite the hinge. Sandra's tum turns at the estimate of being forced to watch her barren loss her body, but she pushes the thought aside and attempts to apprize the relief of an empty bladder. After the stream stops she gives a push quick to see if she needs to relieve her bowels, but decides that can waitress until the next chance.

Contemplating being confined to the bed for the succeeding twelve hours, Sandra decides to spend the rest of her XX minutes walking around her decreed area stretching her sore pegleg. After a bit of practice she begins to adjust to walking in a tertiary person view. Eventually a red timer appears in the center of her sentiment counting down from three min with the words"RETURN TO BED"flashing underneath it. Sandra makes her way to the pee fountain and takes a long final deglutition before returning to her new plush prison. ‘ Prison,'she thinks, ‘ even the spoiled prisoners get an time of day outside a day, I get two short twenty hour breaks and it's just to drink and use the bathroom.'

When the timer reaches zero her visual modality goes black once more and the articulation returns."Very good, you're learning well. almost new slaves need to be shocked five or six times before they shut up, and you should see the mess they turn into when they refuse to stick around within their designated areas."An persona flashes in nominal head of Sandra's eyes of a girl tied to a bed, HER secured to her own bed, being tormented by the master. Her scant hair means it was taken at one of her initiatory Sessions This creep was spying on her the solid time ! As soon as she recognizes the angle of the image as being taken from her laptop computer's webcam another standardised image of her appears. The slightly changed angle of the word picture and different restrained position makes it clear that the image was taken on a different Night than the last. Four to a greater extent pic, each from a unlike self-bondage seance, wink before her heart before the image goes black and the voice survey."I've been watching you perform your own training for a piece now. That appliance you made is exquisite, I just had to copy it albeit with some hardware upgrades and a more aesthetic bod. The software package is telling as well, it will be a veridical feat to improve upon it."Sandra feeling again at the device around her waist while condemning herself for being so lax with security measure. Her compromised laptop computer had not only allowed this man entree to a face row sentiment of her most common soldier here and now, but also her schematics and programming greenback. She handed him everything he needed to rag her endlessly on a silver platter."My new version is totally wireless,"the voice continued,"It has enough battery to last for three twenty-four hour period at wide power and charges wirelessly whenever you are on the bed. It can vibrate strong and shock much, much severe than your makeshift invention. This must all be quite overwhelming to you. Do you have any question ?"

"Who are you ?"Sandra asks, not expecting a material answer. After a abbreviated second a shock absorber screams through her button, this one much more powerful than the earliest corrections.

"What did I tell you about regard, striver ?"

Sandra takes a mo to gather herself before she asks again,"Who are you, Sir ?"

"I am your Master now, and you are my slave. I will remain your headmaster until you are freed, you do not need to have it off my name, because you will address me only as Master or Sir."

Sandra's venter tour at the thought, but his answer offers her a inkling of hope and Sandra jumps on it."You said when I'm free, how long will I be kept here, Sir ?"

"That is up to you. Your term of servitude began at 90 days, but each time you refuse to obey an parliamentary law or break a rule another day is added. wicked violation such as trying to get away or attempting to harm me will result in much more time being added to your terminus, in plus to serious penalty. You currently have 93 days until your term is up. After your terminus is up all you have to do is ask for your exemption, if you still want it, and it will be granted. This is the stopping point fourth dimension I will recite you how a good deal time remains on your terminus, it is up to you to celebrate track. Luckily your schedule is fixed and the interval between break of serve will not vary, so it shouldn't be too hard to do. think back this, though, if you ask for your exemption before your term is up two affair will occur. You will incur a very wicked punishment, and thirty daytime will be added to your term."

Sandra thinks about the damage of her incarceration and, realizing how difficult escape will be considering her captor's capableness, decides her in effect bet is to play his game. She proceeds with her questioning carefully, hoping to ward off any additional prison term being added to her term."Where am I, Sir ? Where are you, Sir ?"

"You are where I want you to be, which is where you will be at all times unless you wish to be punished. I am nearby. Surely you didn't expect an answer any More specific than that."

Sandra deterrent at his non-answer and is about to take to task her new passkey but holds her tongue. Instead, her stomach rumbles and her next query comes to bear in mind."I'm hungry, when do I get to eat….Sir ?"She sighs in relief for catching her near slip.

"I'm glad you asked. As you know, water and the chance to relieve yourself will be offered twice daily, but food is a much less straightaway need. It must be earned. Would you like an opportunity to make your first off repast ?"

Sandra thinks it over briefly, but a second stomachal groan makes her decision for her."Yes, Sir"She meekly reply, unsure of what task her response will present.

"Very well"the voice boom as Sandra's imagination return key. This clip it's looking straightaway at her from across the room, The virtuous white background offers no perspective on how big the room is or where her area is positioned within it."Get down on your knees at the understructure of the bed."Fear and disgust overwhelm her as her mind immediately guesses what this task will be. She freezes on the bed, ineffectual to force herself to follow. The tv camera providing her with her only means of visual modality commencement to act, approaching her bed as the voice reappearance in her ears."You asked for this opportunity, refusing now would be insulting."fear of punishment, and adding time to her sentence, overrides her disgust toward her captor and gives Sandra the motivation needed to abide by. She climbs down from the bed, closing her optic to shroud her disgrace from herself. A powerful electric shock hits her neck opening, causing her to hit and squeal as she walks toward the foot of the bed."I said you will see what I want you to see, watching is not optional. Closing your eyes beyond a momentaneous blink is preclude anytime an double is presented. You've just added another day to your term."

Sandra opens her heart as she lowers herself to her knees and the horizon is now directly in front of her looking down at her kneeling flyspeck frame."Open your mouth, Slave."The camera pans down to reveal a massive stopcock, at least 9 inches long and much thicker than the immobilize pops that Sandra had practiced on in her old living. Sandra takes a mysterious breath and obeys."Put your men behind your back."As Sandra does so, she feels a familiar magnetized suction stop as her wrist are locked together."Do not resist, don't pull out away, don't even think about biting. If I feel a exclusive tooth your penalisation will be unimaginable."A hand reaches into perspective, She watches it reach toward her face, but as it makes contact it startles Sandra. She's never watched mortal cutaneous senses her from a third someone perspective before, and the sensation is unsettling. The deal gently caresses her boldness, almost lovingly as it reaches behind her head and guides it toward the massive pecker. Sandra accepts his guidance passively, hoping to just get it over with, but as soon as the tip of her headmaster's cock enters her mouth he jerks her head violently, burying the throbbing appendage deep into her throat. Sandra gags on the intrusion, but the hand behind her fountainhead firmly holds her in place. After what feels like an eternity, the hand grabs her whisker roughly and pulls her straits back until only the tip remains in her mouth. Sandra pant for breath, drawing in whatever air she can around the hulk cock filling her mouth, but her breath is interrupted as her captain thrusts again, pounding his dick deep into her throat. She forces her heart to remain spread out, watching helplessly from his eyeshot as he continues to forcefully fuck her aspect, and Sandra struggles to maintain both her breathing spell and her complaisance with this crimson rape. After several second of clinging to consciousness against her dwindling supply of fresh O, she feels him strain up just as his seed shoots deep in the back of her mouth. He holds her still until the muscle spasm subside, then thrusts once More trench into her throat before withdrawing and releasing his grasp on her hairsbreadth. Sandra falls to her slope, coughing and choking on the invading seeded player as it oozes from her mouthpiece."I thought you were athirst,"the voice mocks,"A hungry slave would suffer eagerly swallowed her master key's seed."The camera view recedes from her before her vision goes black again."I guess we'll see if you're really hungry tomorrow."Her cuffs unlock behind her binding and her vision is restored to the above sight. A warning flashes as she struggles to captivate her breath, the timekeeper giving her solely ten seconds to return to the bed. Sandra struggles to lift herself off the floor, barely making it to her plush prison before time runs out."Enjoy your eternal sleep, slave. I'll see you in the morning."Her visual modality goes black again, and the burnished new gimmick locked between her stage springs to life sentence .