She was still wearing the mittens, hands bound into claws. They weren't locked on, but the clasps were tight -- Hannah had to work them back and forth against a bedpost until they finally released, and she could pull her hand out. She flexed her fingers, glad to be able to move them again. Getting the other one off was far easier, now she could move her hand again! Next were the shoes, the straps and laces quickly succumbing to her plucking fingers.
How long had she been working? There were no clocks, and it was summer, so the days were long; it could be any time between "afternoon" and "evening". She sat on the bed, massaging her ankles. Those shoes were bloody uncomfortable! And she was still wearing the choker. Her hands roamed over the leather, feeling the lace frills, and the metal ring at the front, over her throat. There was a metal clasp, but there didn't seem to be any release -- she would have to ask Miss Coerator to take it off later. At least it wasn't that uncomfortable.
With that done, she went to examine the bathroom. It was grand, all marble and shining metal, with a free-standing tub in the middle of the room and a cabinet filled with toiletries. She started running a bath, steaming hot water following into the tub, bubblebath added to make thick, white foam. Hopefully the choker wouldn't be marked or damaged, but at this point she needed to relax!
She slipped into the tub, letting the warm water embrace her, flowing over her limbs and soothing her. It was relaxing, the bubblebath lightly scented -- even if it was hard work, if she got to relax like this, then it might be worth it! Hannah fell further into the water, wondering how food would be served -- Miss Coerator had managed a cook, hadn't she? Or maybe she cooked it herself? The image of Miss Coerator dressed like a maid drifted into mind, her body wrapped in the corset and frilled dress, showing off her legs and bust. Although she probably wouldn't be as obedient! Those luscious red lips around a nice, chunky ball-gag, maybe, those proud eyes indignant, muted grumbled from her sealed mouth, angry at being silenced?
With her eyes closed, she started to fantasize, letting her fingers drift between her legs, stroking her sore thighs, lightly slipping into herself. Maybe if she were to seduce Miss Coerator, then she might get some more money, or some easier work? That would be nice! She played and teased with herself, getting close to the edge, but not going all the way. She wanted to leave it a little while, let the anticipation build. As the heat built up, she kept stroking, teasing, soft and gentle. Then she stood up, water sloughing down her body, and toweled herself off, wiping the suds away, draining the water from the tub.
Miss Coerator hadn't moved her case, still by the bed. There was a large wooden chest next to it, currently open and empty, with a heavy lock, although no key. In her case was tightly packed clothing, mostly slightly dull and plain, although with a few outfits in case she got the chance to go out clubbing. She glanced around, although there was no-one else in the room. Hidden away beneath it were some of her toys -- a variety of dildos and vibrators, all the things she needed to entertain herself on the long, lonely nights. And batteries. A lot of batteries! That was what had killed her arms on the way here. At least now she had something to do.
She picked up one, and flicked it on, the end twisting around. Her arms were still sore, but she stroked it against herself, sliding the vibrating wand in and out of her slick slit. With her other hand, she played with a breast, setting a regular tempo with the dildo. She was almost there when she heard metal rattling. It must be Miss Coerator at the door! It was an effort to stop as she slid the dildo under several pillows, kicking the case shut to hide the rest of her toys.
Part of the wall opened, a metal panel clanking open to show a metal tray inside, bearing a covered-up plate. It was just like room service, although it did raise the question again as to where the food came from. Miss Coerator might be cooking herself? It seemed a lot more likely there was someone else to do it for her.
Hannah lifted up the cover to find a decent spread -- fresh-cooked, by the looks of it, vegetables, some sausages, mashed potato. There was even cutlery, with handles large enough that she would be able to grab them if her hands were still bound into the mittens. Was she meant to have kept them on? She would have to put them on, and the heels again, before Miss Coerator returned in the morning. She seemed mean enough she might lock them on, and the buckles definitely had holes in where a padlock could be attached to make them impossible to remove!
Hannah finished herself off first, grabbing the dildo again, bringing herself to a quick orgasm before settling in to eat. It was good food, like pub grub, and looked to be fresh-made, rather than from a freezer or a packet, the sausages mostly meat, no gristle or fat. When she was done, she put the plate back into the dumbwaiter. The panel clicked shut, and there was a clanking sound, as the plate was returned to the kitchen. Maybe she had a butler somewhere? Or several other maids?
The door was still locked, so she turned to her case. Most of her clothing was cheap stuff, functional and not very durable. But better than being naked! Some baggy shorts and a t-shirt were good enough to lounge around and sleep in. Then she had a look through the rest of her toys -- it looked like there might be a lot of lonely evenings, so she made sure to being entertainment! She'd even brought along a few unpowered devices, if she burned through all of her batteries. From the taxi ride, the nearest shop was at least five miles away, further than she wanted to walk.
Hannah looked around -- where had her trainers gone? She looked under the bed, tried the door to the walk-in wardrobe (locked), checked in the bathroom, but couldn't see them. Had Miss Coerator taken them? That meant her only shoes were the heels. Hannah strapped them on, getting some more practice walking in them, trying to imitate Miss Coerator's sway, before giving up, legs and ankles protesting.
After a few more bouts with her toys, it had gotten dark outside. There were no clocks, but she felt tired from all her exercise, and so curled up on the huge bed, and swiftly fell asleep.
She woke with what seemed to be the dawn, golden sunlight seeping in through the window. Soreness had crept into her muscles, aftereffect of yesterday's effort. It must be quite some time before Miss Coerator came to fetch her for the day, so there was time for some pleasure. She fetched out one of her more advanced toys -- a vibrator small enough to slip inside of her, but remote controlled. It buzzed and twitched at random, enough to tease her, but not (yet) enough to get her off. That could wait for later! Hannah smiled in anticipation -- there was a delight, and a pleasure, in delaying release. At least for a while, anyway.
Hannah washed herself down again, sweaty from her sleep and her self-pleasure, noting that the shower controls were built for use with bound hands as well, the entire apartment designed for use with hands contorted into the mittens. Washing with the toy inside of her was nice, warm and soothing, even birdsong drifting in from somewhere outside.
After toweling herself off, she found that breakfast had arrived. More traditional country fare, a bowl of porridge, with honey and fruit, and a spoon with a large, chunky handle. It was a lot easier to eat with her fingers free!
Once that was done, she put the bowl back, the dumbwaiter clanking away. Throughout, she had been teased and buzzed, and could feel herself, loose, warm and wet, ready for something to plunge into her. Did she have time? Going through the day this excited, without a release would be a challenge! And Miss Coerator seemed the touchy type, although hopefully not touchy in a creepy way, not down there.
The TV blinked, a clock showing. It was 8:45 already! Hannah grabbed her heels and strapped them on, then the mittens. Doing the left one was easy, but then the right was harder. She slid her hand in, having to use her mouth to snap it on shut. Just in time, as the door rattled open, Miss Coerator appearing.
