Still wondering if I have told too much to a complete stranger, I leave the phone on the couch and decide to take a walk, just pacing my basement. My predicament allows me really tiny steps, so it takes a lot of time to get on the other side of the room. There I lean on the wall under one of the windows, listening to the world outside. There is the sound of a lawnmower trimming some bushes, cars passing on the street. All the neighbourhood seems busy and alive. And waiting for me, damn them all.
I'm pretty certain that, if I will venture upstairs, someone will see me, and probably call the cops or the local hospital psychiatric ward, or both.
I close my eyes and feel the utter humiliation of this possible outcome, burning my mind, too much for ever thinking of going up the stairs. So I have to wait, I tell myself.
How crazy must I be to end stuck in this damned situation? To think that I did it all by myself, is maddening.
In a fit of fury I try to get free, but as I look at my feet, pushing my head down, my hands are tugged apart and the chain connecting them to the chastity belt waist is pulled taut. All my trashing against my restraints makes me lose my equilibrium, but lucky for me, I was leaning on the wall, so instead of falling, I slowly slide to the floor.
In desperation, I cry, and then my body starts to arouse again. And I wonder how sane is this as an emotional response to the whole situation.
But bundled here, in a corner of my basement, I come again and at the end I am really exhausted, to the point of dozing off.
I wake up still in this hunched position. No idea how much time I have spent here, collapsed on the floor, but this time I can lean on my back to get leverage to stand up again. I'm cranky, fed up of this. Yet, I do not want to humiliate myself further, the sense of shame that last night dreams left me has yet to disappear and, even if I really want to use a vibrator to orgasm myself to kingdom come, I still do not feel desperate enough.
These thoughts make the trip back to the couch very frustrating. I seem not able to see another exit strategy. I see that the phone is blimping. Messages.
Is it Thomas? Maybe, and I get the answer after returning to sit on the couch, he has replied to the photo I sent before.
"Are you in trouble? Call the firemen, do not risk."
My response is very direct.
"Not going to do that. Tomorrow morning I will try to slide up the stairs. It will work."
As I send the message, I wonder if it was written for him or for convincing myself. But I understand he is got a point, a very good point.
Phone bleeps.
"Where are you?"
Ok, this is huge. Should I tell him my address. Sarah told me he is trustworthy, but still this is a big step. I resolve to just tell him the city.
He replies in minutes "I can be there in two hours. Let's make a deal."
"What kind of deal?"
"I'm going to send you my mobile phone. If you feel that this whole thing is over, it is not fun anymore, you call and I will come to you. Deal."
"No call, just messages. I'm wearing a gag. Deal."
He sends me his phone number, then silence. I'm once again on my own. Well, it is somewhat comforting to know that there is someone out there that is actually willing to help me. Question is: do I want him here?
I message Sarah, again, and ask here for all the info she has on "Smith89".
In the meantime, my mind wanders, and I try to imagine how it would be to actually in the hands of a stranger. Needless to say, this arouses me once again and budging the chastity belt I try to move the dildo inside my pussy. It is enough to get me going, but after a lot of pushing and pulling I shout in frustration. Most of the sound is suppressed by the gag pushing down my tongue and just a wail leaves my mouth.
The effort is just too much for me, and as I calm down, I collapse by exhaustion, on the couch.
Time passes and it nearly dark as I finally return to my senses. Sarah replied to my message as I was sleeping.
"Do not worry. I really trust Thomas, he knows the value of saying no. In the past he has helped a friend of mine... But he is also mischievous. Are you in for a ride?"
After thinking about it, I respond.
"Well, I'm in a bit of a tight spot, I'm thinking of contacting him. Be my witness."
In this way, I tell her that I want her to acknowledge that I will be meeting Thomas, as a precaution. For the future.
"Ok. Noted."
I'm exhausted, but now my mind is set. I write him a message.
"Ok, were I to summon you, what are your rules?"
The reply is swift.
"No rules, nothing. The only thing I want is your safety. My word."
Well, this response jumps a little my trust. Well, you live only once.
"I'm in the basement, you can enter the front door. I cannot come to greet you, but the code is 4287. The door to the stairs is the second on the left."
Then I look at the phone, waiting to see the "Sent" message, and as it confirms transmission, the screen turns black and the phone shuts down.
Nononononono, no, that can not be possible!
The battery dies in my hands, and as I try hard to think, two info come to my mind: first, I did not send the address to Thomas. Second: the charger is upstairs and in a while the basement will plunge into dark, because the lights have been turned off by timer.
I'm royally stuck, I can imagine they are going to find me dead by dehydration and they are going to trace back what happened here.
I get caught by a panic attack, my breath grows shallow and immediately I start crying my eyes out. Trembling in desperation I slide down from the couch and go to the floor wrapping myself in a fetal position, as it is allowed by my restraint.
I'm still sobbing as the room falls into darkness, I'm trapped with no way to access the stairs, and no way to evaluate the passing of time. I wail in my gag and cry abundantly until all strength in me is gone.
I'm not able to say how much time has passed but I really think that it is the middle of the night, when I hear some noises from upstairs.
Oh my God, thieves! What can I do?
I try to stand up, but between my exhaustion and the position I'm it, I really can't get up from the floor. I finally hear the sound of the front door lock, opening. Someone is coming in. Even if they are chained together, I use my feet to backpedal to the farthest corner of the room, in terror.
There are other noises coming from upstairs, but my ears are full of the sound of my own heart beating like a locomotive.
I'm looking at the stairs, terrified as I see a light dancing around. Then, above the pounding of my heart, I hear someone, a male voice, calling my name and I see a shadow descending the stairs, seems to be taking a step at a time, exploring the wall.
As he reaches the light switch, he turns on the lights.
The darkness in the basement is instantly cast away. I squint my eyes and shout with all the air in my lungs, in a mixture of fear and relief.
He immediately rushes at my side, I can see him through the tears, he seems a muscular guy, dressed in jeans and a jacket. I see the keys in his hands.
"Shhhhh, you are ok. I'm Thomas. I do not want to harm you. Calm down."
