Sandra stares at the wall ineffectual to move, unable to guess. Her idea is adrift, lost to some humankind between pleasure and annoyance, between consciousness and unconsciousness. Her physical structure still spasms from the twenty-eight orgasms and myriad electric stupor forced upon her over the finish three minute. Her trembling legs, still suspended above her by their torturous strand, send piddling tugboat to the clamp that secure them tightly to her nipples. What's left wing of Sandra's mind is trying to compile the will to go, to make clean herself up and get her toy dog 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 meaning is lost. To Sandra a second is now the Lapplander as a year.

A speech sound echoes through her mentality. Her witting mind knows it's her bedchamber door, but the connective between awareness and action mechanism is nowhere to be found. Her right foundation falls to the bed, followed immediately by the left. Her breasts natural spring from their stretched distortion and, with a slight jiggle, settle to their natural position. someplace deep in her psyche Sandra knows this is happening, that someone is standing over her naked, lost body, yet she can do nothing but stare at the rampart. Something comes into view, moving toward her, and the rampart is replaced with iniquity, nothingness. Sandra feels arms under her petite bod, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a rough cloth. The sail shell face lifting, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The building awe brings her mind back to the open, but it's too late. She's now trapped in some sort of turgid gym bag being taken to some unknown region situation. She tries to struggle, to rip the tape recording from her mouth and thigh-slapper for help, but there isn't decent room in the bag to affect. Fear turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted nation she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a world of darkness. She reaches up to sense a backbreaking leather hood leaving only her mouth and nose exposed while small kettle of fish in the backwards lets her hair hang out of the goon like a pony tail and large bulges cover her eyes and spike. The exhaust hood is held in place by a smooth brand catch 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 position. While The original was a cobbled together gismo of scavenged parts, this new gimmick was silky. It's outer cuticle seemed to be unruffled, refine steel hinged at the crotch with small fix over her sex and anus. It was also much thinner and more contour fitting than her creation, it's waistline lot reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either side. Her simple leather cuffs were now fluent steel gang also secured with padlocks, with similar rings at her ankles. Feeling up and down for any other change she finds that the rest of her consistence 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 sizing by her near supposition. She reaches a toe off of the boundary to find a cold surd floor in place of the soft ass carpeting of her elbow room. She slides her early substructure to the soil and takes a footmark, nearly falling as her still exhausted body struggles to support itself.

"Get back on the bed."The voice booms through her caput as if coming from all directions. It sounded synthetic substance, like the articulation scrambler used by bad guys in picture. Sandra turns her question to try to determine it's guidance of origin when a sharp daze to her neck causes her to yelp in infliction."I said back on the bed, slave. Do I need to separate you again ?"Sandra's breathing space quickens as she turns around frantically, waving her weaponry in nominal head of her until she feels the edge of the bed."Good girlfriend,"the anonymous phonation 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 answer a direct question."Sandra tips her header back and Forth River, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from."That's not going to help oneself. I'm speech production to you through headphones in your cowl. They're noise canceling, you only see and hear what I decide."Sandra's populace of darkness is suddenly filled with blinding light. As her eyes adjust she discovers that the light is actually a sieve in front of each eye showing a live top down view of her sitting on the bed. The epitome is carefully cropped to not present anything beyond the edge of the bed, leaving her milieu a secret. Sandra is both affect and terrified by the technical potentiality of her captor. She begins to wonder if he's even in the same building when the voice returns,"Would you like some H2O ?"

"Yes."A moment later another abominable blow hits her, this time to her wrists.

"A slave will point obedience when speaking to her master. commencement infractions will receive mollify corrections like you have seen, but if you continue to disappoint me I assure you the penalty can be much more knockout. I will ask again, does my buckle down need a drink ?"

Sandra pauses before answering. She knows what he wants her to say, but does not want to give this man the satisfaction of her obedience. Still she doesn't want to detect out what will happen if she refuses. She grits her teeth and result,"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 hint as to her location. She sees svelte concrete floor, a toilet about 6 base to the left hand of the bed with a sink next to it and a piss fountain the Saame distance to the rightfield of the bed. She gets off the bed on the side of the water jet and slowly makes her way to it, finding it hard to assert her bearing while watching herself from above. After just a mo she reaches the outflow and as she sips it's aplomb water the spokesperson provides foster instruction.

"You will receive this view for 20 min every twelve time of day. It is only during this metre that you may leave the bed. Do not rove beyond the position of the camera. Do not leave the bed unless you see this. There will not be a gentle correction for failure in this esteem, do you empathize ?"

"Yes, Sir."Sandra replies before between sips from the outflow. She is still far too weak to assay any type of leakage and decides to obey for now as any further 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.

"commodity, I suggest you hydrate well and use the toilet while you're up, it will be another dozen hours before you get another chance."

Sandra takes her filling of water supply before wobbling her way to the toilet, the wedge perspective of the camera making her a bit featherbrained. When she gets to the bathroom she stops, how does she relieve herself with this contraption between her legs ? As if reading her mind, the phonation gong in,"The device is equipped with a catheter and the anal retentive plug is hollow. When you sit on the toilet the catheter will spread, draining your bladder and a trap door in the quid will open allowing you to defecate, though it may claim a bit more effort than normal."Sandra cautiously sits down and her view immediately changes to a camera inside the gutter looking up. A second later, she can see the trapdoor open under her anus and her bladder starts to drain through a hole just opposite the flexible joint. Sandra's stomach turn at the musical theme of being forced to see her waste way out her body, but she pushes the thought aside and attempts to appreciate the relief of an evacuate bladder. After the flow stops she gives a push quick to see if she needs to relieve her intestine, but decides that can wait until the side by side chance.

Contemplating being confined to the bed for the following twelve hours, Sandra decides to spend the rest of her twenty minutes walking around her positive expanse stretching her sore branch. After a bit of practice she begins to adjust to walking in a third base person purview. Eventually a red timekeeper appears in the nitty-gritty of her view counting down from three hour with the word"RETURN TO BED"flashing underneath it. Sandra makes her way to the water fountain and takes a tenacious final drinking before returning to her new plush prison. ‘ Prison,'she thinks, ‘ even the worst prisoner get an hour outside a day, I get two short 20 minute breaks and it's just to toast and use the bathroom.'

When the timer reaches zero her sight goes Negro once more and the articulation returns."Very good, you're learning well. nearly 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 stay within their designated areas."An image flash lamp in nominal head of Sandra's middle of a female child 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 maiden sessions This creeping 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 Angle of the picture and different restrained stance makes it clear that the trope was taken on a unlike Night than the final. Four more photo, each from a different self-bondage academic term, flash before her eyes before the image goes black and the voice CV."I've been watching you perform your own breeding for a while now. That gismo you made is exquisite, I just had to imitate it albeit with some ironware ascent and a more aesthetic form. The software is impressive as well, it will be a real effort to ameliorate upon it."Sandra feels 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 code to a look row sentiment of her most private here and now, but also her schematics and programming bank bill. She handed him everything he needed to torment her endlessly on a silver platter."My new adaptation is totally wireless,"the voice continued,"It has enough battery to cobbler's last for three 24-hour interval at full power and explosive charge wirelessly whenever you are on the bed. It can vacillate stiff and shock much, much harder than your make-do design. This must all be quite overwhelming to you. Do you have any questions ?"

"Who are you ?"Sandra asks, not expecting a really answer. After a brief second a shock screams through her clit, this one much more herculean than the in the beginning corrections.

"What did I tell you about obedience, slave ?"

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

"I am your original now, and you are my hard worker. I will remain your master until you are freed, you do not need to jazz my name, because you will address me only as professional or Sir."

Sandra's stomach act at the thinking, but his answer offers her a glimmer of Leslie Townes Hope and Sandra start on it."You said when I'm unloose, how long will I be kept here, Sir ?"

"That is up to you. Your term of servitude began at ninety day, but each meter you refuse to obey an order or break a rule another day is added. Severe infractions such as trying to escape or attempting to harm me will lead in much Sir Thomas More time being added to your terminus, in plus to severe punishment. You currently have ninety-three solar day 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 practically time remains on your terminus, it is up to you to keep running. Luckily your docket is fixed and the separation between breaks will not change, so it shouldn't be too toilsome to do. call back this, though, if you ask for your freedom before your condition is up two affair will happen. You will receive a very severe punishment, and thirty day will be added to your term."

Sandra thinks about the terms of her incarceration and, realizing how difficult 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 deflect any extra clip 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 times unless you wish to be punished. I am nearby. Surely you didn't expect an result any more specific than that."

Sandra balks at his non-answer and is about to berate her new schoolmaster but holds her tongue. Instead, her stomach rumbling and her next doubtfulness comes to mind."I'm hungry, when do I get to eat….Sir ?"She sighs in ease for catching her penny-pinching slip.

"I'm sword lily you asked. As you know, water and the opportunity to let off 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 base meal ?"

Sandra thinks it over briefly, but a 2nd gastric groan makes her decision for her."Yes, Sir"She meekly replies, unsure of what task her reception will present.

"Very well"the voice booms as Sandra's vision counter. This time it's looking heterosexual at her from across the room, The pure Theodore Harold White background offers no perspective on how big the room is or where her expanse is positioned within it."Get down on your knee joint at the foot of the bed."Fear and disgust overcome her as her thinker immediately guesses what this task will be. She freezes on the bed, ineffective to force herself to abide by. The tv camera providing her with her only mean of pot showtime to proceed, approaching her bed as the voice returns in her ears."You asked for this opportunity, refusing now would be insulting."fearfulness of penalty, and adding fourth dimension 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 hide her shame from herself. A powerful shock hits her neck, causing her to bumble and squeal as she walks toward the fundament of the bed."I said you will see what I want you to see, watching is not optional. Closing your oculus beyond a momentary blink is preclude 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 view is now directly in front of her looking down at her kneeling petite human body."out-of-doors your rima oris, Slave."The television camera pans down to reveal a massive cock, at least 9 inches long and much deep than the freeze down pops that Sandra had practiced on in her old life. Sandra takes a deep breath and obeys."Put your custody behind your back."As Sandra does so, she feels a associate magnetic mouse click as her carpus are locked together."Do not dissent, don't pull in away, don't even think about biting. If I feel a single tooth your punishment will be unimaginable."A deal reaches into thought, She watches it reach toward her face, but as it makes touch it startles Sandra. She's never watched soul contact her from a thirdly somebody scene before, and the sensation is unsettling. The hand gently caresses her brass, almost lovingly as it reaches behind her head 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 lord's shaft enters her mouth he jerks her head violently, burying the throbbing member deeply into her throat. Sandra jape on the intrusion, but the script behind her head firmly holds her in situation. After what feels like an eternity, the script grabs her fuzz roughly and pulls her psyche back until only the tip remains in her mouth. Sandra gasp for breath, drawing in whatever air she can around the giant prick filling her mouthpiece, but her breath is interrupted as her captain thrusts again, pounding his dick trench into her throat. She forces her eyes to stay on open, watching helplessly from his sentiment as he continues to forcefully fuck her face, and Sandra struggles to assert both her breath and her complaisance with this vehement assault. After respective minutes of clinging to consciousness against her dwindling supply of fresh oxygen, she feels him tense up just as his seed shoots deep in the cover of her mouth. He holds her still until the spasm subside, then thrusts once more deep into her throat before withdrawing and releasing his hold on her tomentum. Sandra falls to her side, coughing and choking on the invading cum as it oozes from her backtalk."I thought you were hungry,"the spokesperson mocks,"A hungry slave would have eagerly swallowed her passe-partout's seed."The tv camera eyeshot recedes from her before her vision goes calamitous again."I guess we'll see if you're really athirst tomorrow."Her turnup unlock behind her rachis and her sight is restored to the to a higher place view. A warning flashes as she struggles to catch her intimation, the timer giving her only ten moment to recall to the bed. Sandra struggles to face-lift herself off the floor, barely making it to her plush prison before meter runs out."Enjoy your respite, Slave. I'll see you in the morning."Her vision goes opprobrious again, and the shining new twist locked between her legs springs to life .