John followed Carrie out of the Garden Room and up the stairs to one of the doors which had remained locked on his previous visit. Carrie used a finger print reader to unlock the room and led her new slave quietly inside. It was a large room, floor, ceiling and walls all covered in a shiny white, hard rubber which gleamed in the bright lighting. At the far end of this windowless space, a shiny metal cage stood and in the centre of the room a large metal X frame. A locked cupboard, almost a walk in wardrobe, took up most of one of the side walls and various other pieces of shiny metal equipment stood around the space, including a toilet.
The far end of the room was set up as a wet room with shower heads and a couple of white towels. "This is your accommodation for now, until I can arrange for your shipment to a more suitable location. You may not leave this room again, unless I say so. In fact, there is nothing you will now do without my permission, including going to the toilet. I think it would be good for you to start getting used to your new life immediately. This is all the introduction you are going to get."
John turned to her and quietly said, "Yes Mistress." His heart soared as he saw this pleased her, but he was feeling somewhat overwhelmed with the cold reality of slavery which Carrie had revealed to him in the last half-hour. When she had said in the hospital that it was not a game, she had obviously really meant it. John was realising that the days of sleeping in silken beds and going running with her were over. He had asked to be submissive and now he really was going to have to be.
"Remove your shorts and hand them to me," she ordered. John quickly untied the waist cord and slipped the lovely little shorts off. He stood, hard and naked, before her in the full glare of that white, bright room. "Now go to the toilet," she said, "you will not get the opportunity again for some time." John walked over to the toilet and realised he would have to sit down to urinate. He was so hard he would not be able to aim successfully otherwise. He found this embarrassing, all the more so because his Mistress watched his every move. It took him a while to get going and he was relieved when it was all over. Standing up, he went to the metal sink and carefully washed his hands, drying them on a hand towel nearby, before presenting himself to her again.
Meanwhile, Carrie had opened the large cupboard to reveal all sorts of bondage equipment, chains, whips and cuffs. Enough to make John's eyes water! She took out four shiny metal cuffs, lined with soft latex inside. Each had a metal ring attached to it and each cuff was hinged along one side. They appeared to have screws all along one of the open edges with corresponding holes on the other open edge. John stood still as she opened one of the cuffs up and placed it around his leg, just above his ankle. She then went back to the cupboard and produced a motorised screw driver which she used to tighten the screws up with. There were six screws on each cuff and once tightened, the item fitted snugly to his leg. She repeated this operation on his other leg and then on both of his wrists. "The heads of these screws are unique to this screwdriver so only I will be able to remove them from you," she stated firmly.
John looked at the shiny wrist and ankle cuffs and felt an odd mixture of fear and delight. How often had he wanked himself senseless over the thought of being bound? But reality was a bit of a wake up call, he knew this life would take some getting used to, no matter how much he wanted or needed it.
Carrie led him then over to the X frame. The metal rings on his ankle cuffs were placed at the back and she locked these to the frame using large padlocks. The rings on his wrist cuffs were in line with the back of his hands so when he put his arms up as ordered to do, the rings touched the metal of the X frame behind him. Once again, Carrie padlocked these to the frame too. For the first time ever in his life, John was truly immobilised through bondage. He could not escape from those locks and for the first time he was genuinely not in charge of what happened to him. His cock throbbed with delight. Something deep within him almost made him moan with pleasure. This was what he had needed, wanted for a lifetime. This is what he was made for. He really was meant to be locked up in this way.
Carrie once again went to the cupboard and this time came back with a waist belt which worked in a similar way to the cuffs. She placed it just above John's hips and screwed it tight. A metal ring at the back was then padlocked to the centre of the frame. Thinking she was now finished, John was surprised when Carrie returned from the cupboard again, this time with a matching metal collar which she fitted and screwed tight like the rest. This had metal hoops at both sides, above his shoulders, at his throat and at the back. She padlocked the back loop to a projecting part of the X frame which came up from its centre for this very purpose. John really was completely immobilised. The tightness of the collar and its padlocking to the frame meant he could no longer tilt or turn his head by much.
"You look very sexy indeed," Carrie said to him. I feel completely over dressed in these jeans. I will go away and get changed, then we will continue." She walked quietly out of the room, the door closing softly behind her with a click from the locking mechanism. John was not uncomfortable, but he was completely fixed in place. He felt frustrated that he could not rub himself. He so wanted to cum, but now he was entirely at her mercy. This thought made him feel even more desire and, as a result, frustration. He was given opportunity to really contemplate his situation when the lights automatically switched off after a couple of minutes. The room was in complete, impenetrable darkness, something which focused John even more on his own body and the feelings and thoughts rushing through him.
It seemed ages before Carrie returned. First he heard the door open and then the lights came on again. She was wearing an incredibly shiny, bright blue, latex mini dress. The garment barely covered her tush and the front was designed to show off her beautiful cleavage. It was so tight, every bit of her tone was on display, her body's sexy muscularity revealed through the shiny material.
John's penis bobbed with pleasure at the sight of her. He began to pant a little as the testosterone and sex hormones surged through his body. His balls ached with semen waiting to cum. Carrie, of course, noticed the bobbing, the breathing and the sheen of sweat which had covered her slave. She herself felt so sexy dressed like this, with her very own slave to play with and torture. Her Mistress had taught her what it felt like as a woman to be in his position. But she had also gone further and explained how a man would be affected, how his inner drive to impale the female on his cock and to pump her, drive into her, would be almost too much to take when rendered helpless as John was now.
