Sandra stares at the wall ineffective to move, unable to call up. Her idea is adrift, lost to some world between pleasure and pain, between cognizance and unconsciousness. Her body still spasms from the twenty-eight climax and innumerable electrical blow forced upon her over the last three hours. Her trembling stage, still suspended above her by their torturous cosmic string, send trivial tugs to the clamps that secure them tightly to her mamilla. What's leftfield of Sandra's thinker is trying to collect the will to move, to clean herself up and get her plaything put away before her home wakes up in a few time of day. A few time of day ... the concept bounces around in her brain, but it's meaning is lost. All substance is lost. To Sandra a second is now the Saame as a class.

A auditory sensation echoes through her brain. Her conscious idea knows it's her bedroom room access, but the connection between awareness and action is nowhere to be found. Her right foot falls to the bed, followed immediately by the leftfield. Her knocker natural spring from their stretched torture and, with a slight joggle, settle to their rude perspective. someplace deep in her head Sandra knows this is happening, that someone is standing over her raw, helpless body, yet she can do naught but stare at the wall. Something comes into horizon, moving toward her, and the rampart is replaced with darkness, nothingness. Sandra feels weaponry under her diminutive frame, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a rough cloth. The canvas shell lifts, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The construction reverence brings her mind back to the surface, but it's too previous. She's now trapped in some sort of large gym bag being taken to some unknown shoes. She tries to struggle, to rip the tape from her mouth and scream for service, but there isn't decent elbow room in the bag to move. fearfulness turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted state she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a world of darkness. She reaches up to feel a heavy leather lens hood leaving only her mouth and nose exposed while small hole in the indorse lets her hair hang out of the thug like a pony tail and gravid bulges cover her eyes and ears. The cap is held in place by a unruffled steel collar with a padlock preventing it's removal. Continuing her search she finds that The sea captain is gone and a very unlike device was in it's place. While The Master was a cobbled together contraption of scavenge function, this new device was sleek. It's outer shell seemed to be suave, polished steel hinged at the privates with modest holes over her sex and anus. It was also much thinner and more form fitting than her institution, it's shank isthmus reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either side. Her uncomplicated leather cuffs were now suave brand band also secured with padlocks, with similar rings at her articulatio talocruralis. Feeling up and down for any other changes she finds that the eternal rest of her eubstance was still completely naked. She feels the bed she woke on and observance it's firmer and prominent that the one she was taken from, king size by her best guess. She reaches a toe off of the border to find a frigidity hard floor in place of the soft screw carpeting of her elbow room. She slides her other understructure to the background and takes a footprint, nearly falling as her still exhausted body struggles to support itself.

"Get back on the bed."The vocalism gold rush through her headland as if coming from all focal point. It sounded celluloid, like the voice scramblers used by bad guy rope in motion picture. Sandra turns her head to try to settle it's direction of extraction when a acute shock to her cervix causes her to yelp in pain."I said back on the bed, hard worker. Do I need to separate you again ?"Sandra's breather quickens as she turns around frantically, waving her arms in front of her until she feels the sharpness of the bed."beneficial girl,"the anonymous articulation utters as she climbs back onto the bed.

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

"A slave speaks only when given license, or to do a lineal question."Sandra tips her head back and Forth River, trying to project out where the voice is coming from."That's not going to help. I'm speaking to you through headphones in your hood. They're noise canceling, you only see and listen what I decide."Sandra's humanity of wickedness is suddenly filled with blinding luminance. As her eyes adjust she discovers that the Inner Light is actually a screen in front of each eye showing a be top down survey of her sitting on the bed. The epitome is carefully cropped to not point anything beyond the edge of the bed, leaving her surroundings a whodunit. Sandra is both impressed and terrified by the technical capacity of her capturer. She begins to marvel if he's even in the Saame building when the voice restitution,"Would you like some urine ?"

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

"A hard worker will prove deference when oral presentation to her master. First infringement will receive gentle correction like you have seen, but if you continue to disappoint me I assure you the penalisation can be much more severe. 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 need to hold this man the satisfaction of her obedience. Still she doesn't want to find out what will find if she refuses. She grits her teeth and answers,"Yes Sir."Suddenly the view being projected in her optic zooms out slightly, revealing the area surrounding the bed and Sandra study it closely, looking for some clue as to her localization. She sees round off concrete floors, a toilet about 6 human foot to the left wing of the bed with a cesspool next to it and a urine fountain the Lapp distance to the right of the bed. She gets off the bed on the side of the water fountain and slowly makes her way to it, finding it unmanageable to sustain her bearing while watching herself from above. After just a moment she reaches the spring and as she sips it's cool water the representative provides far instruction.

"You will receive this view for twenty instant every twelve hr. It is only during this time that you may leave the bed. Do not stray beyond the view of the camera. Do not go forth the bed unless you see this. There will not be a assuage correction for failures in this regard, do you understand ?"

"Yes, Sir."Sandra replies before between sips from the outpouring. She is still far too weak to attempt any type of escape and decides to obey for now as any far punishment will only exacerbate the issue. Besides, how is she to escape if she can't hear or see anything beyond what is presented to her.

"Good, I suggest you hydrate well and use the bathroom while you're up, it will be another 12 hours before you get another chance."

Sandra takes her filling of water before wobbling her way to the toilet, the forced perspective of the camera making her a bit featherbrained. When she gets to the crapper she stops, how does she salve herself with this contraption between her legs ? As if reading her mind, the vox chimes in,"The device is equipped with a catheter and the anal plug is hollow. When you sit on the toilet the catheter will open, draining your bladder and a trap door in the plug will open allowing you to defecate, though it may consider a bit more endeavour than normal."Sandra cautiously sits down and her view immediately changes to a camera inside the toilette looking up. A mo later, she can see the trapdoor open under her anus and her bladder starts to debilitate through a hole just opposite the hinge. Sandra's venter turns at the estimation of being forced to watch her waste loss her trunk, but she pushes the retrieve aside and attempts to prize the relief of an hollow vesica. After the current stops she gives a push quick to see if she needs to relieve her intestine, but decides that can wait until the following chance.

Contemplating being confined to the bed for the next dozen hours, Sandra decides to spend the rest of her XX hour walking around her prescribed area stretching her sore legs. After a bit of practice session she begins to adjust to walking in a 3rd individual view. Eventually a red timer appears in the center of her aspect counting down from three min with the words"RETURN TO BED"flashing underneath it. Sandra makes her way to the piss fount and takes a retentive final boozing before returning to her new plush prison. ‘ prison,'she thinks, ‘ even the risky prisoners get an minute outside a day, I get two short twenty dollar bill minute breach and it's just to wassail and use the bathroom.'

When the timer reaches zero her imaginativeness goes disgraceful once more and the voice homecoming."Very practiced, you're learning well. nearly new slave 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 stay within their designated areas."An image flashgun in front of Sandra's eyes of a young lady tied to a bed, HER secured to her own bed, being tormented by the lord. Her shorter whisker means it was taken at one of her first gear school term This creep was spying on her the unit fourth dimension ! As soon as she recognizes the angle of the image as being taken from her laptop computer's webcam another exchangeable image of her appears. The slightly changed angle of the picture and different reticent position makes it exculpated that the image was taken on a unlike night than the stopping point. Four More photograph, each from a different self-bondage session, newsflash before her eyes before the trope goes smutty and the voice resumes."I've been watching you do your own training for a while now. That gizmo you made is recherche, I just had to copy it albeit with some hardware ascent and a more artistic form. The software is impressive as well, it will be a actual effort to improve upon it."Sandra feeling again at the device around her waist while condemning herself for being so lax with surety. Her compromised laptop had not only allowed this man memory access to a front row aspect of her most individual moments, but also her schematics and programming notes. She handed him everything he needed to rag her endlessly on a atomic number 47 platter."My new version is totally wireless,"the voice continued,"It has enough battery to last for three days at wide power and burster wirelessly whenever you are on the bed. It can vibrate substantial and shock much, a great deal harder than your makeshift design. This must all be quite overmaster to you. Do you feature any question ?"

"Who are you ?"Sandra asks, not expecting a real answer. After a brief sec a shock screams through her clit, this one much more mighty than the earlier corrections.

"What did I state you about respectfulness, Slave ?"

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

"I am your overlord now, and you are my slave. I will remain your master until you are freed, you do not need to have a go at it my epithet, because you will address me only as overlord or Sir."

Sandra's breadbasket turns at the mentation, but his answer offers her a glimmer of promise 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 full term of servitude began at 90 days, but each time you refuse to obey an Holy Order or break a formula another day is added. Severe infractions such as trying to take to the woods or attempting to harm me will result in much More time being added to your term, in summation to terrible penalisation. You currently have ninety-three days 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 in conclusion time I will tell you how a lot time remains on your term, it is up to you to preserve track. Luckily your schedule is fixed and the interval between breaks will not exchange, so it shouldn't be too operose to do. think of this, though, if you ask for your freedom before your term is up two matter will chance. You will receive a very wicked punishment, and XXX days will be added to your term."

Sandra thinks about the terms of her imprisonment and, realizing how unmanageable flight will be considering her captor's capabilities, decides her best bet is to play his game. She proceeds with her questioning carefully, hoping to avoid any extra time being added to her full 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 time unless you wish to be punished. I am nearby. Surely you didn't expect an solution any more specific than that."

Sandra balks at his non-answer and is about to reprimand her new lord but holds her tongue. Instead, her stomach grumble and her following doubtfulness comes to mind."I'm hungry, when do I get to eat….Sir ?"She sighs in relief for catching her come on slip.

"I'm gladiolus you asked. As you know, water system and the chance to relieve yourself will be offered twice daily, but food for thought is a much less immediate need. It must be earned. Would you like an opportunity to earn your start meal ?"

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

"Very well"the voice booms as Sandra's vision return. This time it's looking straightaway at her from across the room, The virtuous Edward D. White background offers no linear perspective on how big the room is or where her area is positioned within it."Get down on your genu at the foot of the bed."Fear and churn up overtake her as her thinker immediately guesses what this task will be. She freezes on the bed, unable to force herself to abide by. The camera providing her with her lone means of lot starting signal to move, approaching her bed as the voice riposte 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 comply. She climbs down from the bed, closing her eyes to veil her shame from herself. A powerful jar hits her neck, causing her to stumble 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 middle beyond a fleeting blink is forbidden anytime an image is presented. You've just added another day to your term."

Sandra opens her eyes as she lowers herself to her knees and the panorama is now directly in straw man of her looking down at her kneeling midget skeletal system."Open your mouth, Slave."The camera pans down to reveal a monumental stopcock, at least 9 inches long and much thicker than the icy pops that Sandra had practiced on in her old aliveness. Sandra takes a deep breath and obeys."Put your hands behind your back."As Sandra does so, she feels a familiar magnetic click as her wrists are locked together."Do not protest, don't pull away, don't even think about biting. If I feel a single tooth your punishment will be unimaginable."A paw reaches into sight, 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 mortal view before, and the sentiency is unsettling. The hired man gently caresses her cheek, almost lovingly as it reaches behind her head and guides it toward the monumental beam. Sandra accepts his guidance passively, hoping to just get it over with, but as soon as the tip of her passe-partout's cock enters her oral cavity he jerks her head violently, burying the throbbing penis deep into her throat. Sandra gags on the violation, but the helping hand behind her head firmly holds her in property. After what feels like an eternity, the paw grabs her hair roughly and pulls her head back until only the tip remains in her mouth. Sandra pant for breathing place, drawing in whatever air she can around the giant cock filling her back talk, but her breather is interrupted as her master thrusts again, pounding his pecker deep into her throat. She forces her eyes to persist open, watching helplessly from his persuasion as he continues to forcefully fuck her face, and Sandra struggles to preserve both her hint and her conformity with this crimson assault. After several bit of clinging to consciousness against her dwindling supply of fresh O, she feels him tense up just as his source shoots deep in the spine of her mouth. He holds her still until the spasm subside, then thrusts once more mysterious into her throat before withdrawing and releasing his grasp on her hair. Sandra falls to her side, coughing and choking on the invading germ as it oozes from her mouth."I thought you were athirst,"the voice mocks,"A hungry striver would have eagerly swallowed her master's seed."The camera view recedes from her before her sight goes ignominious again."I guess we'll see if you're really hungry tomorrow."Her cuffs unlock behind her back and her imaginativeness is restored to the above prospect. A warning flashes as she struggles to trip up her hint, the timer giving her just ten seconds to rejoin to the bed. Sandra struggles to lift herself off the story, barely making it to her plush prison before time runs out."Enjoy your eternal rest, hard worker. I'll see you in the morning."Her vision goes black again, and the shining new device locked between her legs springs to life .