The barren concrete cell felt very cold, both physically and emotionally. Jennifer longed to bend and stretch her neck after being held in tight confinement for so many hours. With her hands now free she reached up behind her neck and head to feel how the device was laced and whether she could untie it. Judging by what she couldn't feel, the ends of the laces were somehow cleverly buried within the stiff nylon collar. She tried pulling on the laces in the middle but that only tightened the collar more in the center.
Why didn't he at least give her a break now that she was back in the cell? She paced back and forth like a caged tiger, working off nervous energy while feeling exhausted at the same time. She took the opportunity while moving about to check for anything that might be a weakness in the room but found nothing. If she had some place comfortable upon which to lie she would probably be sound asleep by now. Lying naked on the cement floor just seemed too cold and dreadful. Besides, she wanted to be awake and on her feet when that asshole returned, not asleep in the prone position.
After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the unmistakable echoing sound of the deadbolts being unlocked followed by the whoosh of air as the heavy door swung inward. She had to turn her entire body to see the doorway and determine who was entering. In sauntered David as arrogant as ever.
"How was your night, Jennifer?" he asked knowing full well that she had spent the night awake. She was pretty sure that he had at least one camera watching into the room and the fact that she probably looked terrible and felt even worse was not lost on him.
"I've had better but lovely place you have here," she replied with contempt in her voice.
"How's the attitude. Are you ready to do as you're told?" he asked, not expecting a positive answer.
"Why don't you take this collar thingy off and we can discuss that," she retorted as she tested his willingness to compromise.
"But it makes you look so sexy and it's good for your posture too from what I understand."
She could see from the expression on his face that he was considering it, perhaps as a gesture of good faith. He was hard to read as his facial expressions were usually stoic and unemotional
"If I do remove it and you do anything other than what I tell you, I will punish you. Do you understand?"
"Of course," she said just to get the collar removed. "I'll be just like your other Stepford women. I promise. We can fuck like rabbits."
He rolled his eyes as he walked to the door and closed it before re-engaging the locks. He wasn't really convinced that she was reformed but he was confident that he could manage her if she tried anything. He walked over to her where she stood facing him, their faces within inches of once another. She saw the smirk as she stared him down. He raised his right hand and swept his finger under her left eye.
"Those bags," he exclaimed. "You look pretty tired, Jennifer. Maybe we can find an activity for you today that involves lying down."
She looked him directly in the eyes, "It would be decent of you if you'd get me a bed or even a friggin' blanket," she said with a scowl on her face.
He ignored her remark as usual. "Turn around and I'll see how you behave when I removed your neck corset. No guarantees that we won't be using this again soon, however. Place the palms of your hands on your outer thighs and be still."
She turned around and stood motionless as she waited to feel his fingers on her neck. Instead, she felt his hands rise up toward her chest and gently cup her breasts. She was startled and recoiled when his cold hands touched her breasts. She brought her hands back down where he commanded, took a deep breath and stood as still as she could. He continued to fondle her breasts, running his fingers with a light touch around her nipples. The sensation caused bumps to rise on her areolas and her nipples hardened more than the cold air had already done. The warmth of his breathing felt good on her shoulder as he moved closer to her back. As much as she wanted to haul off and hit him she retained her composure lest she lose her chance to get rid of the confining collar.
"That's a good girl," he said, almost making her boil over with rage.
The muscles in her entire body tensed as she seethed. She was sure he could feel her body stiffen. He had just called her something that would have got most people flattened onto their backside. David continued to stroke her until she could feel his erect member against her back. He slid his right hand down and away from her body and reached behind her back to open his belt and pants. She heard the zipper and could feel what he was doing so she tried to prepare herself. She wasn't quite sure if she could remain passive for another fucking or if she would defend herself. She remembered the locked door and decided that as repulsive as the thought was, now was not the time or place to have this fight. He roughly moved her forward nearly six feet until she was pressed against a wall before he lifted her and achieved penetration.
He literally banged her against the wall as he thrust into her cunt repeatedly. It couldn't have been more than half a minute before he came and his body stiffened against hers, still pressed against the wall. She had turned her head as much as the corset would allow but her nose and chin were flat against the wall and hurt from the pounding. She could feel his semen running down her right thigh after he withdrew. He was breathing hard as he set her back down. Jennifer was speechless as he immediately began to fiddle with the neck corset.
"I guess I'll take that as a yes to my earlier question<" he said without any further remarks.
He did something to free up the laces and loosened the collar. After he pulled her away from the wall and removed it up and over her head, she rotated her head around in circles and ran her right hand over her stiff neck. Just having the room air sweep over the skin on her neck felt good. Regaining her neck mobility of course was the best part. As she stood enjoying the movement, he was already getting ready for something else. He stood near the door and began to unlock it.
"I think part of your problem my dear is that you have is a basic lack of trust in me. I have something to try to improve on that. When I open the door, I want you to follow me - Two steps back and one to the left. You will address me as Sir too or I will give you a swat with my riding crop every time you neglect to address me properly. Are you clean on that?"
As much as she wanted to defy him and call him, "dave," she obliged and answered, "Yes, Sir,"
"Good, now follow me."
David swung the door open and walked out, stopping at a cabinet in the hallway where he took a leather riding crop out of a drawer. He led her down the hall and then into a large room on the other side of the basement. It looked like a utility and storage room with plastic tubs neatly stacked against one wall. The furnace was on the other side, along with a water tank. It came as a total surprise when she saw dozens of traditional wooden mousetraps set with their steel wire springs and metal latches. In between some of the traps were heavy steel bases with large hooks standing straight up from them. The hooks were about a quarter inch meta, curled like a J-hook.
They were arranged from wall to wall in row after row. The two-inch straight steel parts held by a teetering latch looked cold and frightening, especially in such numbers. At first it just appeared to be a sea of traps scattered about the room. As she gazed in bewilderment she noticed narrow paths between neatly arranged rows of mousetraps that formed a maze. A half dozen of the hooks were scattered among the traps as well. A thick black velvet blindfold was brought down over her eyes from behind as she stared at the spectacle of perhaps a hundred traps. He tied the cloth tightly which made it press against her eyes and held her eyelids closed.
"Oh, two more little things for your pleasure," he said in his sadistically cheerful voice. "I have some beautiful jewelry to clamp onto you. Stand still."
She stopped moving but didn't feel the need to stand at attention or anything too formal. She flinched when she suddenly felt his hand on her left breast. He placed a cold metal clamp over her nipple and then released it to pinch her nipple. She felt the swing of the light chain as he clamped the other end to her right nipple.
"Now another bit of bling for your cunt."
She felt his fingers as they pulled her labia aside to the left and then clamped it with another cold metal clamp. He pulled her right lip outward to clamp the chain between her two lips.
"Jennifer. Get down on your hands and knees now - right here," he instructed her as he lowered her with his large, strong hands on her sides. "The chains will dangle a few inches off the floor. You might find that these get snagged on those hooks if you accidentally wander off course."
The concrete floor felt especially hard on her knees. Using his grip on her body he positioned her just the way he wanted. She had a good idea what he was going to have her do but she still felt a little scared. She could feel her pulse picking up as perspiration formed on her body. David stroked her bare back as he waited for the suspense to build. He clamped his hand onto the back of her neck to hold her from moving very much. He slapped her on the ass which made her jump. He seemed amused by her reaction judging by his snicker.
"All set?" he asked. "I'll let you know when to start. You just keep crawling straight ahead until I give you instructions on when to turn or when to veer to one side or the other. The important thing is you don't want to get your fingers in a trap or..."
SNAP! He kicked one of the traps to set if off. She almost fell to the floor from her current hands and knees position because the sound was so unnerving and startled her. He held onto her heck and laughed at her reaction.
"They are very unforgiving if you're a mouse," he remarked. "Let's start. Begin crawling and I will give you guidance. Keep your hands on the floor and no peeking. Remember, this is all about trust. You do trust me don't you Jennifer? I hope we can avoid those hooks together."
