Lockdown Slut Ch 02

Rebecca's body jerked upright, performing a reflexive sit up, as she was violently awoken the next morning. She frantically looked around the room, trying to figure out what was wrong. But there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Maybe there is someone in the house?

Rebecca thought. She fired herself right out of bed, flinging her covers hap hazardously on the ground, and she grabbed the decorative three-pronged candle stick holder on her nightstand. The candle holder would have to do. It had a solid weight to its solid metal construction, and it would certainly hurt to be hit with.

Naked, and spurred on by her adrenaline, Rebecca checked the window, overlooking the front of the house and the driveway. There was no sign of anyone, or a vehicle of any sorts. Undeterred, she ran out of the master bedroom, her larger than average breasts were jumping about with every frantic step she took. She checked room by room, but she found nothing. Nothing out of place, nothing disturbed, and no one was in the house with her. She relaxed, and decided it was time to think rationally.

She made her way back up to her bedroom, and pulled her phone off of its charger. It was a little past 10am. She had slept in more than she had expected. Especially after that long nap she had yesterday. She had a few more missed calls, mostly from her family. She would have to deal with that today, for sure. But first, she needed to get a handle on the situation.

She opened up her home security app and noticed that the front door camera had detected motion just ten minutes ago. Rebecca tapped this alert and a video of the incident was played on her phone. A postal delivery truck rolled up her driveway, and rounded the circular landing of the driveway, pointing away from the house, facing towards the exit. The back door rolled up, and a man popped out of the vehicle with a large, non-descript cardboard box in his hands.

I don't remember ordering anything,

Rebecca thought to herself as she tried to think of what could be in the box. She hopped up onto the bed, now satisfied that there wasn't a home intruder, and everything had been explained rationally. As she shimmied back, her bum came into something, wet.

What is that?

Rebecca thought. She reflexively sniffed the air as she turned around to look. The smell was ammonia, and the wet spot on the bed was yellow.

It's piss! I pissed the bed last night?!

Rebecca thought.

She was taken aback. Rebecca climbed off the bed and began to pull the sheets off. Whether or not she wanted to, she was now stuck doing laundry today, and a lot more than she had bargained for.

How did I piss the bed?

Rebecca kept thinking over and over again. The last time she had done something so childish, she had been an actual child. That would have been almost two decades ago. She didn't remember even feeling the need to go while she slept. It was very concerning to her. She thought back to the night before. What had she done wrong? She hadn't consumed a copious amount of liquids, and she even visited the bathroom before heading to bed.

How, in the actual fuck, did I piss the bed? My bladder should have been empty,

Rebecca thought.

Regardless of what she thought, or how improbable it was, the proof was right there before her. She pissed the bed, and the room now smelled of ammonia and shame. She wadded together all the bedding, and carried it down to the laundry room. She loaded the washer up with the fitted sheet and the thin bed sheet that usually covered it. With the size of the bed, these two custom-made items were more than enough to make up one load. Her wadded up comforter sat in the laundry sink, awaiting its turn.

Rebecca returned to her room, and opened up the big window, allowing fresh air to circulate through the room, hoping to remove the smell of her piss before it decided to linger. Her dirty clothes corner was right there, and it was overflowing. Rebecca loaded her laundry basket up, and dumped its contents onto her stripped bed. The mattress was still covered by an impermeable sheet. The same one that had been left by the previous owners. Which again fit right into their supposed love of BDSM. It would be quite expensive to ruin the mattress every time someone dripped bodily fluids onto it.

Just how many times has this bed been pissed in?

Rebecca started to wonder.

Well its more than zero now, at least.

She separated out her laundry into two piles. Clothes that needed a delicate drying cycle, and clothes that could withstand a normal drying cycle. She loaded the normal drying cycle clothes into her basket, as they were mostly socks and underwear, the smaller items, and brought it to the laundry room, queuing it behind the pissy comforter. The delicates were brought into line right after as a loose pile on the ground.

Rebecca set a timer on her phone to remind herself to come change over the laundry. The house was too big for her to hear the buzzer go off when the washer had finished. With everything underway, she decided to make her way downstairs to get something to eat. She took the first step down the stairs when she suddenly stopped. Something wasn't quite right with this picture.

She looked down, and saw her naked breasts staring back at her. She was still naked. She never walked around naked.

What am I doing?

Rebecca thought.

I need to get some clothes on before I go downstairs.

She turned around, and went back to her room. She rummaged through sparsely decorated clothing sorting chair, and found the last pair of clean panties, a pair of gray sweatpants, a still bundled pair of long socks, and a slightly too large white t-shirt. She grabbed her bra from the ground, and got dressed. No need to be fancy, no one was going to see her. But it felt right to be clothed again.

Now with everything right in her world again, Rebecca made her way downstairs to her kitchen, and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She sat down at the small clearing among all the scattered papers. Her work bag and the carboard box containing all her office decorations still sat at the far end of the table, staring her down. As she ate her cereal, not wanting to do so in her recliner, she rationalized that she didn't need to unpack either item. If she was going to go back in two weeks, she might as well keep it all bundled together.

She polished off her bowl, and brought it to the sink, rising it before shoving it into her dishwasher. Washing the dishes would have to wait until tomorrow. She didn't want to draw too much water off of her well, with all the laundry she was doing today. Rebecca remembered her lunch bag was still in her workbag, so she fished that out, rinsed out the containers, and filed them away into the dishwasher for later.

Rebecca, armed with her phone, sat down in her recliner, and turned on the tv once again, turning the volume all the way down. She read the news ticker as it went by, and was just barely able to hear what was being said. A good enough environment to start fielding some calls. She opened her phone and figured she would just start with her family, then friends, and end with her coworkers. She called her mother, who put her on speaker phone so that she could talk to her dad at the same time. They were concerned about her and her work situation. Rebecca assured them that she was fine, that she was financially unchanged for the next three months, and she would be going back once everything returned to normal. After all, there was only one of her in the entire office. They talked for another twenty minutes, about the small things, and about what each other thought about the lockdown. Rebecca's dad assured her that they had prepared for everything last week, as he was always one to keep his ear to the ground, and had been watching the spread since January. Rebecca thanked him for passing along those traits, as she touted all her preparations. They ended the call with the promise to call at least once a day from then onwards.

Rebecca didn't really want to have to talk to her parent's daily, but it was more so for their own good than her own. They would go stir crazy staying at home, as they were quite socially out going. A stark contrast to Rebecca herself.

If it's only my parents, I will be fine,

Rebecca thought.

Next, she called her friends, and each call was basically the same thing. "Oh how are you doing?", "Did you get laid off", "That sucks, I did too, or I've been labeled as essential","If there's anything you want to chat about, let me know I'm already bored", "I hope I or my parents don't catch it,". Those themes, repeated five times over, and occupied Rebecca for the next half hour. Nothing too interesting. She could hide away from these friends, by only engaging with them on social media. Easy enough to add a comment here, reaction clicks there, and a sparse chat conversation occasionally.

Then there was the task she was absolutely dreading. Talking to her former coworkers. From past experience when there was a layoff, she tried her best to listen to her former coworkers' concerns, and tell them that they would be alright, that they would find a job quickly, and if they needed to, they could list her as a reference. But this time it was everyone, and there was a lot of uncertainty around that. Drawing on the past experiences, Rebecca knew there was no way that 100% of the staff were coming back. It would only be, at most 75% of them.

Every call she had, everyone was one hundred percent sure that they were back, and they were laughing at their free two-week vacation. Rebecca didn't have the heart to try and spoil the mood, so she fed their delusions. Most of them had asked her if she had known this was coming, which she assured them it was as much a surprise to her as it was to everyone else who was not part of HR. The calls were short, and most ended the call by saying that they would see her in two weeks.

Perfect, she was done. Her former coworkers were as good as dead to her. Now she could enjoy her isolation, in peace and a relatively punctuated quiet. She turned up the volume on the TV as the early local news cast at 1pm began. The top stories were the lines at gas stations, the empty shelves in grocery stores, and the restrictions on medication and the amounts being distributed. Nothing that was unexpected at this point. Then they covered the amount of cases, noting that it had now doubled in only two days' time, and there were several deaths to report.

Now having watched all of this for two days now, Rebecca felt that she had had enough of it. So, she switched the channel, looking for something to take her mind off the situation. It took awhile but she found a rerun of a reality tv show, that was new to her, and was entranced for a few hours, only taking a break to grab a glass of sweet tea every so often and to change over the laundry. Finally, the trance was broken when the pressure in her bladder informed her that it had been neglected long enough. She made her way to the bathroom, and sat down on the porcelain throne. For some reason, she swelled with the feeling of pride.

It's probably because I made it to the toilet this time and didn't piss myself,

Rebecca thought.

What a strange fucking thought to have.

Now refreshed after having two very long sleeps, and a nice sit down, she decided it was time to make on of the more elaborate meals she had planned on. She opened her phone, and thumbed through her bookmarks, and found the recipe for a non-rising homemade pizza crust. She got out all the ingredients and set to work. An hour later, she was back to lounging in her recliner, a plate of delicious pizza in hand. Rebecca was not one to make fancy meals, usually preferring to make simple quick meals for herself, but every so often she got a hankering for something a little more elaborate. And this homemade pizza was scratched that itch for her.

She flipped back to the news, and caught the tail end of her local afternoon news broadcast. More lines, more restrained panic. Nothing new. Rebecca had noticed that the local media station had toned down their words a bit since yesterday, most likely in an attempt to reassure the watching populace that everything was going to be fine.

Rebecca thought back to the list of things that she had wanted to today. She wanted to get the outdoor furniture setup, and she wanted to get the kitchen table cleaned up. She looked outside, and the clouds out to the west looked threatening. Like it was going to rain, or even thundershower. So, she decided that she could set things up tomorrow, and avoid getting soaked unnecessarily. Then she took aim at the kitchen table. This was much more accomplishable. She got her tax information together, and filed that back into the envelop where her returns from the last five years lived. Her paystubs, and other work-related papers ended up in the cardboard box containing her office decorations.

If I ever need those again, they will be in an easy to find location,

Rebecca thought.

She took the box and brought into the closed office space that she had bought, already complete with a modern computer, and a massive solid wood desk that must have cost a fortune to install, let alone buy. The whole room was kept mostly clean. Rebecca only ventured in here when she had to do work from home, which given her late-night stays at the office, were few and far between. She set the box along the wall and desk, out of the way, but clearly in sight should she need something. She grabbed the two empty coffee mugs that were littering the desk from the last two nights and brought them back with her.

As she made her way back to the kitchen, she heard the tell-tale signs of rain falling on the roof. She looked out the window and her thoughts were confirmed. It was already raining at a fair pace. Not something she would have wanted to be caught in, especially when she could have just done it tomorrow.

The rest of her papers and files did not take long to put away. They had come from Rebecca's patented drawer of random papers that were too important to throw away, but not important enough to keep handy. Which was the only drawer in her office desk that was occupied.

She finished just as the first bolt of lightning hit. And with it, went all the electricity in the house as the thunder roared around her. Rebecca's world was plunged into darkness. Thankfully, her phone was in her pocket. She pulled out her flashlight app, and illuminated the darkened hallway. Had the storm happened an hour earlier, it would have still been daylight outside and she could have navigated the house using that alone. But everything instantly became scarier when you had to rely on a small light to find your way around.

Rebecca wasn't afraid of the dark. No self-respecting adult would ever tell you that. But what she was afraid of were the things you couldn't see in the dark. Not the same at all. She made her way back to her recliner and picked up her dishes, moving them to the kitchen, not bothering to try to put them away in the dishwasher. She checked around to make sure that she hadn't left out any perishables. She spotted the bottle of pizza sauce, and quickly threw it into the fridge, while trying to keep the cold in.

Rebecca double checked the front and back doors, and did up the security chain on both, just to put her mind at ease. The door locks were battery powered, so they worked even through a power outage. But it was good practice to make sure that they were both still locked.

It was almost 8pm, and while Rebecca wasn't feeling tired, she wasn't willing to put up with sitting in the dark for too much longer. She went upstairs, and quickly visited the bathroom, having flash backs of last night. She had pissed herself in her sleep, and before that she had... Rebecca's cheeks warmed and turned crimson. She had forgotten all about her masturbatory adventure with the sound of the jingling chains.

I wonder what it would feel like to have them touch my skin,

Rebecca thought.

It couldn't hurt to pull one over the head board, and to feel it. Would it?

Rebecca finished up in the bathroom, feeling a little extra when she wiped, and sauntered off to the bedroom. Her sheets were crumpled on top of the bed. Which was a little frustrating. Rebecca berated her past self for being so lazy. She should have set everything up, and then current Rebecca wouldn't have to struggle to dress the bed in the dark.

She put her phone, flashlight-side up on the top of the headboard, which faintly illuminated the whole room as it bounced off the ceiling. The shadows that casted off of the bondage hooks made them look like they were larger sharp-ended meat hooks, used to transport animal corpses throughout meat packaging facilities. Thankfully, Rebecca had seen these shadows before, otherwise she would have jumped right out of her skin right there and then.

She quickly got the fitted sheet on the bed, which was quite the exercise, as she had crawl on the bed to each corner with the sheet, then hop off the bed, and get it tucked underneath, and clipped into its respective holder. It was a unique system that Rebecca had never seen anywhere else. But it ensured that the sheet never came lose.

It's probably useful when someone is squirming in the chains on the bed,

Rebecca thought. There were the chains again. Her often neglected pussy began to roar to life, lubricating itself and calling out with desire.

This was very surprising to Rebecca. She never played with herself on back-to-back nights. Maybe only a few times when she was a teenager, but not once in her adult life. She rarely even masturbated more than once a month to begin with now. But those chains were driving her wild, for some reason.

There is no rational reason I should be getting wet over the thought of having a heavy metal chain with an inescapable metal cuff locked around my wrist, while I sleep. None,

Rebecca's rational mind thought. But her pussy wasn't on the same wavelength, at all.

Rebecca quickly got the thin sheet tucked in. She never slept directly on the fitted sheet, as it was too big of a burden to remove and set back up. Instead, this thin sheet was much easier to tuck in and wash when the time came. With that in place, she stripped down, taking everything but her panties off. She usually slept in them, and last night had been a bit of an oddity that she had slept naked. With her big comforter blanket in hand, she jumped into bed, and got comfortable in the middle. She grabbed her phone and flicked off the flashlight app, trying to preserve the charge for as long as she could.

Even though she had wanted to conserve the battery, she was not yet tired. So, she flipped through various forum boards, laughed at a couple of memes, and read an interesting post or two while using her 4G data. The connection wasn't the best, but it did the job when her WiFi was down. She shifted in bed, and the chains jingled behind the headboard. It sent a shiver of pleasure straight through Rebecca, starting from her pussy and going straight up her spine to her hardening nipples.

Not this again,

Rebecca's rational mind thought. She readjusted once more, and the same sensation occurred. It was too much. Her thighs clamped together again, and her hand made its way down, circling around her clit.

Well this is exciting,

Rebecca thought,

but it isn't as exciting as yesterday. What can I do?

In response to this question, Rebecca immediately sprung to her knees, and shuffled over to the head board. She stuck one of her hands down the back, and fished for her target. The cold touch of a metal chain brushing against her hand sent shivers down her spine.

There it is,

Rebecca thought. She grabbed the chain and pulled it back over the top of the headboard.