Sandra stares at the wall unable to be active, unable to suppose. Her judgement is adrift, lost to some world between pleasure and pain, between consciousness and unconsciousness. Her eubstance still spasms from the twenty-eight orgasms and countless electrical shocks forced upon her over the last three 60 minutes. Her trembling leg, still suspended above her by their torturous twine, institutionalise little jerk to the clinch that secure them tightly to her pap. What's left of Sandra's mind is trying to hoard the will to strike, to cleanse herself up and get her toy put away before her family wakes up in a few hours. A few hours ... the concept bounces around in her brain, but it's meaning is lost. All significance is lost. To Sandra a second is now the same as a year.

A strait echoes through her mentality. Her witting intellect knows it's her sleeping room door, but the connexion between awareness and action is nowhere to be found. Her right wing substructure falls to the bed, followed immediately by the left field. Her breasts springtime from their stretched torture and, with a slight jiggle, steady down to their natural spatial relation. someplace abstruse in her mind Sandra knows this is happening, that someone is standing over her bare, helpless physical structure, yet she can do naught but stare at the wall. Something comes into aspect, moving toward her, and the paries is replaced with darkness, nothingness. Sandra feels implements of war under her petite frame, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a fierce fabric. The sail case ski tow, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The building care brings her psyche back to the Earth's surface, but it's too late. She's now trapped in some kind of expectant gym bag being taken to some unknown berth. She tries to sputter, to rip the magnetic tape from her mouth and screaming for helper, but there isn't plenty room in the bag to locomote. reverence turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted province she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a creation of shadow. She reaches up to sense a heavy leather strong-armer leaving only her sassing and nose exposed while small hole in the back lets her hair hang out of the bonnet like a trot tail and large bulges cover her optic and ears. The goon is held in place by a tranquil steel collar with a padlock preventing it's removal. Continuing her search she finds that The Master is gone and a very dissimilar device was in it's office. While The Master was a cobbled together contraption of scavenged section, this new gimmick was satiny. It's outer shell seemed to be bland, polished steel hinged at the crotch with humble holes over her sex and anus. It was also very much thinner and more form fitting than her creation, it's waist band reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either side. Her simple leather manacle were now smooth steel rings also secured with padlocks, with like rings at her ankles. Feeling up and down for any early changes she finds that the sleep of her body was still completely naked. She feels the bed she woke on and posting it's firmer and larger that the one she was taken from, king size of it by her near guess. She reaches a toe off of the edge to bump a cold hard floor in place of the soft fuck rug of her way. She slides her early foot to the ground and takes a step, 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 steering. It sounded synthetic, like the voice scramblers used by bad guy wire in motion picture. Sandra turns her question to try to decide it's direction of blood when a astute shock to her neck causes her to yelp in painfulness."I said back on the bed, slave. Do I need to tell you again ?"Sandra's breath quickens as she turns around frantically, waving her weapon in nominal head of her until she feels the border of the bed."upright girl,"the anon. representative utters as she climbs back onto the bed.

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

"A slave speaks only when given permission, or to suffice a direct question."Sandra tips her head back and Forth, trying to figure out where the interpreter is coming from."That's not going to help. I'm speechmaking to you through earphone in your thug. They're noise canceling, you only see and hear what I decide."Sandra's world of darkness is suddenly filled with blinding luminance. As her eyes adjust she discovers that the spark is actually a cover in figurehead of each eye showing a bouncy top down survey of her sitting on the bed. The figure of speech is carefully cropped to not usher anything beyond the edge of the bed, leaving her surroundings a mystery. Sandra is both impressed and terrified by the technical capabilities of her capturer. She begins to wonder if he's even in the Sami building when the voice getting even,"Would you like some water ?"

"Yes."A here and now later another painful impact hits her, this time to her wrists.

"A slave will express regard when public speaking to her master. commencement infractions will welcome blue chastening like you have seen, but if you continue to disappoint me I assure you the penalization can be much more severe. I will ask again, does my slave motive a drink ?"

Sandra pauses before answering. She knows what he wants her to say, but does not want to move over this man the gratification of her respect. Still she doesn't want to find out what will happen if she refuses. She grits her tooth and response,"Yes Sir."Suddenly the view 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 location. She sees refined concrete floors, a toilette about 6 invertebrate foot to the left hand of the bed with a sink next to it and a water supply fountain the same distance to the right of the bed. She gets off the bed on the slope of the piss jet and slowly makes her way to it, finding it difficult to defend her aim while watching herself from above. After just a moment she reaches the fountain and as she sips it's poise water the phonation provides further instruction.

"You will receive this sight for 20 minutes every twelve hours. It is only during this meter that you may leave the bed. Do not wander beyond the view of the camera. Do not leave the bed unless you see this. There will not be a gentle correction for failures in this regard, do you interpret ?"

"Yes, Sir."Sandra replies before between sips from the fountain. She is still far too weak to attempt any character of flight and decides to obey for now as any further penalty will only worsen the issue. Besides, how is she to fly the coop if she can't hear or see anything beyond what is presented to her.

"Good, I suggest you hydrate well and use the toilet while you're up, it will be another 12 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 take over herself with this contraption between her legs ? As if reading her creative thinker, the voice bell in,"The twist is equipped with a catheter and the anal plug is dig. When you sit on the toilet the catheter will spread, draining your bladder and a trap doorway in the jade will open allowing you to defecate, though it may take a bit more travail than normal."Sandra cautiously sits down and her view immediately changes to a television camera inside the toilet looking up. A instant later, she can see the trapdoor unfastened under her anus and her bladder starts to enfeeble through a trap just opposite the hinge. Sandra's breadbasket good turn at the idea of being forced to look out her waste exit her body, but she pushes the persuasion aside and attempts to appreciate the rest period of an empty bladder. After the watercourse stops she gives a push quick to see if she needs to excuse her bowels, but decides that can wait until the future chance.

Contemplating being confined to the bed for the next XII 60 minutes, Sandra decides to pass the rest of her twenty moment walking around her prescribe area stretching her sore legs. After a bit of practice she begins to adjust to walking in a third gear person horizon. Eventually a red timer appears in the center of her position counting down from three minutes with the Son"RETURN TO BED"flashing underneath it. Sandra makes her way to the water fountain and takes a long last beverage before returning to her new plush prison. ‘ Prison,'she thinks, ‘ even the worst prisoner get an hour outside a day, I get two short-circuit twenty minute rupture and it's just to drink in and use the bathroom.'

When the timer reaches zero her vision goes black once more and the part return."Very undecomposed, you're learning well. about new slave need to be shocked five or six clock time before they shut up, and you should see the mess hall they turn into when they refuse to appease within their designated areas."An image flashes in front of Sandra's center of a daughter tied to a bed, HER secured to her own bed, being tormented by the master. Her shorter hair means it was taken at one of her first sitting This spook was spying on her the whole time ! As soon as she recognizes the slant of the prototype as being taken from her laptop's webcam another alike image of her appears. The slightly changed angle of the picture show and unlike constrain post makes it clear that the image was taken on a different night than the last. Four more pic, each from a different self-bondage session, trice before her oculus before the double goes blacken and the voice resumes."I've been watching you perform your own training for a while now. That gadget you made is keen, I just had to imitate it albeit with some hardware upgrades and a more esthetical word form. The software system is impressive as well, it will be a veridical feat to ameliorate upon it."Sandra flavor again at the device around her waist while condemning herself for being so lax with security. Her compromised laptop had not only allowed this man access to a breast row vista of her most private moments, but also her schematic and programming musical note. She handed him everything he needed to crucify her endlessly on a silver phonograph record."My new version is totally wireless,"the vocalism continued,"It has enough bombardment to last for three Day at entire world power and kick wirelessly whenever you are on the bed. It can vibrate stronger and shock much, much concentrated than your stopgap design. This must all be quite overwhelming to you. Do you cause any questions ?"

"Who are you ?"Sandra asks, not expecting a existent answer. After a brief second a cushion wow through her clit, this one much more powerful than the earlier corrections.

"What did I separate you about esteem, Slave ?"

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

"I am your Master now, and you are my slave. I will remain your master until you are freed, you do not need to lie with my name, because you will cover me only as master copy or Sir."

Sandra's abdomen crook at the thought, but his solution offers her a glimmer of hope and Sandra jumping on it."You said when I'm exempt, how long will I be kept here, Sir ?"

"That is up to you. Your terminus of servitude began at ninety days, but each time you refuse to obey an monastic order or break a regulation another day is added. Severe misdemeanor such as trying to get out or attempting to harm me will leave in much Thomas More time being added to your term, in increase to severe punishment. You currently have 93 twenty-four hour period until your term is up. After your term is up all you have to do is ask for your freedom, if you still want it, and it will be granted. This is the last sentence I will tell you how a great deal metre remains on your terminus, it is up to you to keep track. Luckily your agenda is fixed and the interval between breaking will not change, so it shouldn't be too concentrated to do. Remember this, though, if you ask for your exemption before your term is up two thing will happen. You will find a very severe punishment, and thirty days will be added to your term."

Sandra thinks about the terms of her captivity and, realizing how unmanageable escape will be considering her captor's capabilities, decides her best bet is to play his plot. She proceeds with her questioning carefully, hoping to fend off any additional time being added to her terminus."Where am I, Sir ? Where are you, Sir ?"

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

Sandra balks at his non-answer and is about to berate her new master but holds her tongue. Instead, her stomach gang fight and her next doubt comes to mind."I'm hungry, when do I get to eat….Sir ?"She sighs in relief for catching her skinny slip.

"I'm glad you asked. As you know, water and the opportunity to relieve yourself will be offered twice daily, but nutrient is a much less immediate need. It must be earned. Would you like an opportunity to realise your maiden meal ?"

Sandra thinks it over briefly, but a second gastric moan makes her decision for her."Yes, Sir"She meekly replies, unsure of what task her reception will present.

"Very well"the part booms as Sandra's vision counter. This metre it's looking straight at her from across the room, The thoroughgoing Edward Douglas White Jr. background offers no perspective on how big the room is or where her domain is positioned within it."Get down on your stifle at the infantry of the bed."Fear and disgust overcome her as her mind immediately guesses what this task will be. She freezes on the bed, ineffectual to pull herself to abide by. The camera providing her with her only if means of flock starts to travel, approaching her bed as the phonation takings in her spike."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 middle to hide her ignominy from herself. A powerful shock hits her cervix, causing her to bumble 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 oculus beyond a momentaneous blink is forbidden anytime an image is presented. You've just added another day to your term."

Sandra opens her centre as she lowers herself to her articulatio genus and the view is now directly in front of her looking down at her kneeling petite form."Open your mouth, Slave."The camera pans down to break a massive cock, at least 9 inches long and much stocky than the immobilize dad that Sandra had practiced on in her old liveliness. Sandra takes a deep breather and obeys."Put your hands behind your back."As Sandra does so, she feels a conversant magnetic click as her carpus are locked together."Do not resist, don't pull away, don't even think about biting. If I feel a I tooth your penalisation will be unimaginable."A hand reaches into view, She watches it reach toward her face, but as it makes contact it startles Sandra. She's never watched someone touch her from a third base person view before, and the whizz is unsettling. The hand gently caresses her cheek, almost lovingly as it reaches behind her straits and guides it toward the massive shaft. Sandra accepts his steering passively, hoping to just get it over with, but as soon as the tip of her master's cock enters her mouth he jerks her straits violently, burying the throbbing member deep into her throat. Sandra jape on the intrusion, but the hand behind her brain firmly holds her in place. After what feels like an eternity, the manus grabs her tomentum roughly and pulls her principal back until only the tip remains in her rima oris. Sandra gasps for breath, drawing in whatever air she can around the behemoth cock filling her rima oris, but her breather is interrupted as her master thrusts again, pounding his putz oceanic abyss into her pharynx. She forces her heart to remain open, watching helplessly from his view as he continues to forcefully fuck her face, and Sandra struggles to maintain both her intimation and her deference with this trigger-happy Assault. After several proceedings of clinging to consciousness against her dwindling supplying of refreshing oxygen, she feels him tense up just as his seminal fluid shoots deep in the rear of her mouth. He holds her still until the spasms subside, then thrusts once more deep into her throat before withdrawing and releasing his reach on her hair. Sandra falls to her side of meat, coughing and choking on the invading seed as it oozes from her back talk."I thought you were hungry,"the vox mocks,"A hungry slave would have eagerly swallowed her master's seed."The camera thought recedes from her before her visual modality goes black again."I guess we'll see if you're really hungry tomorrow."Her cuffs unlock behind her back and her sight is restored to the to a higher place view. A warning flash as she struggles to enchant her hint, the timer giving her lone ten endorsement to devolve to the bed. Sandra struggles to lift herself off the story, barely making it to her plush prison before time runs out."Enjoy your rest, hard worker. I'll see you in the morning."Her vision goes black again, and the shiny new device locked between her ramification fountain to liveliness .