Sandra stares at the bulwark ineffectual to impress, ineffective to think. Her psyche is adrift, lost to some world between pleasure and nuisance, between consciousness and unconsciousness. Her dead body still spasms from the twenty-eight sexual climax and countless electrical shocks forced upon her over the last three hours. Her trembling ramification, still suspended above her by their torturous strings, send little tower to the clamps that secure them tightly to her teat. What's leftfield of Sandra's thinker is trying to collect the will to move, to clean house herself up and get her plaything put away before her family wakes up in a few hour. A few time of day ... the conception bounces around in her Einstein, but it's meaning is lost. All meaning is lost. To Sandra a second is now the same as a year.

A auditory sensation echoes through her encephalon. Her conscious nous knows it's her bedroom door, but the connection between awareness and activity is nowhere to be found. Her right invertebrate foot falls to the bed, followed immediately by the leftfield. Her breasts bounce from their stretched torture and, with a rebuff jiggle, settle to their natural position. Somewhere deep in her judgement Sandra knows this is happening, that person is standing over her naked, incapacitated body, yet she can do goose egg but stare at the wall. Something comes into view, moving toward her, and the wall is replaced with darkness, nothingness. Sandra feels munition under her midget frame, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a rough fabric. The sheet case rhytidectomy, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The building veneration brings her mind back to the surface, but it's too tardily. She's now trapped in some kind of large gym bag being taken to some unknown blank space. She tries to struggle, to rip the tape from her mouth and scream for service, but there isn't enough room in the bag to be active. fright turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted state she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a human race of darkness. She reaches up to find a backbreaking leather cap leaving only her oral cavity and nose exposed while small hole in the back lets her hair hang out of the hood like a pony behind and tumid jut cover her eyes and ear. The hood is held in place by a smooth steel collar with a padlock preventing it's removal. Continuing her search she finds that The Master is gone and a very different device was in it's property. While The Master was a cobbled together gadget of scavenged parts, this new device was sleek. It's outer shell seemed to be smooth, round off steel hinged at the crotch with diminished maw over her sex and anus. It was also much flimsy and more form fitting than her creation, it's waist band reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either English. Her wide-eyed leather manacle were now still steel halo also secured with padlocks, with similar band at her ankle joint. Feeling up and down for any early change she finds that the rest of her body was still completely bare. She feels the bed she woke on and poster it's immobile and larger that the one she was taken from, king size by her best guess. She reaches a toe off of the edge to find a low temperature surd story in plaza of the piano nooky carpeting of her room. She slides her former metrical foot to the dry land and takes a whole step, nearly falling as her still exhausted consistence struggles to tolerate itself.

"Get back on the bed."The vox booms through her head as if coming from all directions. It sounded synthetic, like the part dirt bike used by bad guy rope in film. Sandra turns her point to try to check it's direction of origin when a sharp shock to her cervix causes her to yelp in infliction."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 arms in front of her until she feels the border of the bed."Good lady friend,"the anon. spokesperson utters as she climbs back onto the bed.

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

"A hard worker speaks only when given permission, or to serve a direct question."Sandra tips her head back and forth, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from."That's not going to facilitate. I'm oral presentation to you through phone in your exhaust hood. They're noise canceling, you only see and hear what I decide."Sandra's world of swarthiness is suddenly filled with blinding visible light. As her eyes adjust she discovers that the illumination is actually a screen in front man of each eye showing a lively top down view of her sitting on the bed. The image is carefully cropped to not shew anything beyond the sharpness of the bed, leaving her environs a mystery story. Sandra is both impressed and terrified by the technical capableness of her captor. She begins to marvel if he's even in the same edifice when the voice homecoming,"Would you like some water ?"

"Yes."A instant later another unspeakable shock hits her, this time to her wrists.

"A striver will show deference when oral presentation to her master. first base infractions will receive gentle corrections like you have seen, but if you continue to disappoint me I assure you the punishments can be much more hard. 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 want to gift this man the gratification of her obedience. Still she doesn't want to happen out what will hap if she refuses. She grits her teeth and answers,"Yes Sir."Suddenly the view being projected in her eyes zooms out slightly, revealing the expanse surrounding the bed and Sandra study it closely, looking for some clew as to her location. She sees polished concrete flooring, a privy about 6 metrical foot to the left of the bed with a sink next to it and a urine fountain the same space to the right field of the bed. She gets off the bed on the side of the water supply outflow and slowly makes her way to it, finding it difficult to asseverate her bearing while watching herself from above. After just a import she reaches the fountain and as she sips it's cool water the representative provides further instruction.

"You will pick up this opinion for twenty minutes every twelve hours. It is only during this clip that you may leave the bed. Do not wander beyond the aspect of the camera. Do not leave the bed unless you see this. There will not be a aristocratic correction for failures in this wish, do you understand ?"

"Yes, Sir."Sandra replies before between sips from the fountain. She is still far too weak to try any type of escape and decides to obey for now as any foster punishment will only exasperate the result. 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 twelve hours before you get another chance."

Sandra takes her fill of water before wobbling her way to the toilet, the storm perspective of the camera making her a bit lightheaded. When she gets to the toilet she stops, how does she unbosom herself with this contraption between her legs ? As if reading her mind, the articulation 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 vesica and a cakehole door in the plug will open allowing you to crap, though it may assume a bit more effort than normal."Sandra cautiously sits down and her view immediately changes to a tv camera inside the toilet looking up. A second later, she can see the trapdoor subject under her anus and her vesica starts to drain through a hole just opposite the hinge. Sandra's stomach round at the thought of being forced to determine her barren exit her dead body, but she pushes the thought aside and attack to treasure the relief of an empty bladder. After the stream stops she gives a push button quick to see if she needs to ease her bowels, but decides that can wait until the succeeding opportunity.

Contemplating being confined to the bed for the next twelve hours, Sandra decides to spend the relief of her twenty dollar bill moment walking around her prescribed arena stretching her sore legs. After a bit of pattern she begins to adjust to walking in a third person eyeshot. Eventually a red timer appears in the nitty-gritty of her view counting down from three minutes with the Holy Scripture"RETURN TO BED"flashing underneath it. Sandra makes her way to the water supply fountain and takes a recollective final drink before returning to her new plush prison. ‘ prison house,'she thinks, ‘ even the whip captive get an hour outside a day, I get two little twenty minute breaks and it's just to drink and use the bathroom.'

When the timer reaches zero her visual modality goes dim once more and the phonation proceeds."Very good, you're learning well. well-nigh new slave need to be shocked five or six times before they shut up, and you should see the passel they turn into when they refuse to stick around within their designated areas."An image flashes in front of Sandra's centre of a girlfriend tied to a bed, HER secured to her own bed, being tormented by the superior. Her shorter hair's-breadth means it was taken at one of her first of all school term This creep was spying on her the whole time ! As soon as she recognizes the angle of the image as being taken from her laptop's webcam another similar image of her appears. The slightly changed slant of the picture and different limit location makes it clear that the image was taken on a different night than the last. Four more picture, each from a different self-bondage session, flash before her eyes before the image goes black and the articulation resumes."I've been watching you perform your own training for a while now. That contraption you made is exquisite, I just had to copy it albeit with some hardware raise and a more esthetical material body. The package is impressive as well, it will be a really feat to improve upon it."Sandra spirit again at the device around her shank while condemning herself for being so lax with security. Her compromised laptop computer had not only allowed this man access to a front row eyeshot of her near private moments, but also her schematics and programming short letter. She handed him everything he needed to torment her endlessly on a silver platter."My new version is totally tuner,"the voice continued,"It has enough barrage to last for three days at full index and charges wirelessly whenever you are on the bed. It can oscillate stronger and shock much, much unvoiced than your makeshift design. This must all be quite overwhelming to you. Do you have any interrogative ?"

"Who are you ?"Sandra asks, not expecting a real number result. After a abbreviated second a jounce screams through her clit, this one much more mighty than the to begin with corrections.

"What did I tell you about obedience, hard worker ?"

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

"I am your original now, and you are my slave. I will remain your master until you are freed, you do not need to know my name, because you will come up to me only as master key or Sir."

Sandra's stomach turns at the thought, but his solution offers her a glimmer 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 ninety days, but each time you refuse to obey an rescript or fracture a rule another day is added. severe misdemeanor such as trying to escape or attempting to harm me will ensue in much more prison term being added to your term, in addition to terrible penalty. 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 live on time I will tell you how very much meter remains on your condition, it is up to you to keep runway. Luckily your schedule is fixed and the interval between breaks will not change, so it shouldn't be too difficult to do. call up this, though, if you ask for your freedom before your term is up two things will find. You will get a very grave punishment, and 30 twenty-four hours will be added to your term."

Sandra thinks about the price of her captivity and, realizing how hard escape will be considering her captor's potentiality, decides her safe bet is to meet his game. She proceeds with her questioning carefully, hoping to avoid any additional time being added to her terminal figure."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 to a greater extent particular than that."

Sandra balks at his non-answer and is about to berate her new master but holds her tongue. Instead, her stomach grumble and her next question comes to beware."I'm hungry, when do I get to eat….Sir ?"She sighs in relievo for catching her near slip.

"I'm gladiola you asked. As you know, piss and the opportunity to unbosom yourself will be offered twice daily, but food is a much less immediate need. It must be earned. Would you like an opportunity to realise your first 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 reaction will present.

"Very well"the vox booms as Sandra's vision rejoinder. This time it's looking straight at her from across the room, The utter E. B. White ground offers no perspective on how big the room is or where her area is positioned within it."Get down on your genu at the fundament of the bed."Fear and revolt overcome her as her judgement immediately guesses what this undertaking will be. She freezes on the bed, unable to wedge herself to comply. The camera providing her with her only mean of batch outset to be active, approaching her bed as the voice retort in her ears."You asked for this chance, 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 follow. She climbs down from the bed, closing her optic to obscure her shame from herself. A powerful cushion hits her neck, causing her to trip 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 momentary blink is forbidden anytime an image is presented. You've just added another day to your term."

Sandra opens her middle as she lowers herself to her knees and the prospect is now directly in front of her looking down at her kneeling tiny chassis."open your lip, Slave."The tv camera pans down to discover a massive cock, at least 9 inch long and much thicker than the frozen pa that Sandra had practiced on in her old sprightliness. Sandra takes a deep breathing spell and obeys."Put your deal behind your back."As Sandra does so, she feels a familiar charismatic clink as her radiocarpal joint are locked together."Do not baulk, don't pull away, don't even think about biting. If I feel a undivided tooth your punishment will be unimaginable."A helping 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 person view before, and the sensation is unsettling. The hand gently caresses her cheek, almost lovingly as it reaches behind her head and guides it toward the massive shaft. Sandra accepts his guidance passively, hoping to just get it over with, but as soon as the tip of her master's dick enters her mouth he jerks her head violently, burying the throbbing fellow member deep into her pharynx. Sandra gags on the intrusion, but the bridge player behind her head firmly holds her in place. After what feels like an eternity, the hired man grabs her fuzz roughly and pulls her head back until only the tip remains in her mouthpiece. Sandra pant for breather, drawing in whatever air she can around the giant cock filling her mouth, but her breath is interrupted as her superior thrusts again, pounding his dick oceanic abyss into her throat. She forces her heart to rest open, watching helplessly from his view as he continues to forcefully fuck her case, and Sandra struggles to conserve both her hint and her compliance with this violent rape. After respective min of clinging to consciousness against her dwindling supply of impudent O, she feels him tense up just as his seed shoots deep in the back of her mouth. He holds her still until the spasms subside, then thrusts once more deep into her throat before withdrawing and releasing his grasp on her hairsbreadth. Sandra falls to her side, coughing and choking on the invading source as it oozes from her sass."I thought you were athirst,"the voice mocks,"A hungry hard worker would have eagerly swallowed her master's seed."The tv camera view recedes from her before her imaginativeness goes Black again."I guess we'll see if you're really hungry tomorrow."Her handlock unlock behind her backbone and her visual sensation is restored to the above view. A warning flashes as she struggles to catch her breath, the timer giving her exclusively ten mo to retrovert to the bed. Sandra struggles to rustle herself off the floor, barely making it to her plush prison house before prison term runs out."Enjoy your residue, striver. I'll see you in the morning."Her visual modality goes lightlessness again, and the shiny new twist locked between her stage springtime to life .