The only thing getting me through this ordeal is the woman's kindness in allowing me to lick her boots.
Where I am as I lick: Trussed up naked in a cage on a ship. I have no idea where it's bound for. I only know it set off from the Bahamas, which is the last place I remember being before waking up here.
My wrists: bound together behind me and secured to the top of the cage.
My ankles: bound together and secured to the back of the cage.
My head: encased in a leather hood. The only holes are nose-holes for breathing and a space to insert my dildo-gag. The gag has only been taken out to allow me to feed and lick the woman's boots so far. Rings on the back of the hood and the front of my collar are attached to chains that tightly secure me in this cage.
I am completely immobile in this cage. The only thing I can move is my tongue. Apparently, I have been a good slave during this first day of captivity. I licked when I was commanded to instead of screaming for help. This granted me the reward of only having to listen to the screams of the other women being whipped, instead of being one of them. This granted me the reward of licking the boots of the woman who issues my commands.
I lose myself in licking. The taste of fine leather centers me. I forget all about my panic a moment ago. Or was it a minute? Maybe an hour? I don't know. I forget all about that intense fear that gripped me, waking up in this state, in the darkness of the leather hood. I forget about everything, except her boot, my tongue, and her voice.
The boot is pulled away. There is nothing but air below my tongue now. I feel the panic starting in me again. The dildo gag is roughly shoved back in my mouth. It fills me completely. I feel the clasps tightened around the back of my head. I start to shake again. I'm about to thrash about. I can't control it. Then two hands grip the sides of my head. It's a strong grip. And then I hear that voice again, right in front of me, but muffled by the hood.
"My boot was a special treat. If you're good, you will get to taste it again. Now listen carefully. I am going to beat you within an inch of your life if you do not calm down now. You're here for the rest of the night. It's time for you to go to sleep. When the cage is opened in the morning, you will have such a nice reward: your training will start. "
The woman's voice has accomplished her goal. I stop moving and quiet down. I don't know whether it's from fear or the soothing memory of the feel of her boot on my tongue, and her firm voice. But I close my eyes. I feel her hands let go of my head. I hear the clack of her boots walk away from me. Encased in here, I hear all sorts of other sounds, all muffled by the hood. Eventually, I shut them out. I force myself to shut out my thoughts too. The wondering, of where I am, why I am here, what's going to happen to me, what's happened to my husband...somehow I force myself to shut all that out too. I don't know if I'll ever find my way back to my old life again, back to my husband, our house, our kids, our careers. All I know is the darkness of this hood, the tightness of these bonds, the food and water from the dog dish, and the lingering taste of her boot.
I am not sure if it is the sounds around me or the activity in my cage that wakes me up. I assume it's the next morning. I have no way of knowing, of course. I also have no way of knowing how long I've been asleep. I'm amazed that I dozed off at all. Perhaps my food or water was laced with a sedative. I'm not even sure if I had any dreams this time, since I'm shocked into awareness. I hear her voice again.
"Evacuate, clean and feed her. Then bring her to me. She's going to be my special pet. I'll train her myself."
My bonds are undone, and I am pulled out of my cage. My limbs are stiff and asleep, of course. Two men hold me up while the circulation returns to my legs. A leash is attached to my collar, and I am pulled again. They haven't bothered to chain my ankles together, so it's a little easier to keep up with them. I hear activity all around me. I imagine we're all being woken up simultaneously, the question being: how many of us are there? I wonder how many there are to handle us as well.
I am led a few steps here and there, then stopped and turned around.
"Squat. We will help."
A man guides me down into a squatting position on my feet. I dread what this could mean, but need it so bad.
"Toilet. You won't have another chance for a long time, so take care of everything."
Oh God, I can't possibly do this. Go to the bathroom in front of who knows how many people watching me? But my bladder is full. What choice do I have? It's going to come out anyway.
I really need to go, but of course it's impossible to go when you're being watched. I try to center myself and concentrate. The hood is actually a great help here. It gives me a barrier between the people in the room that I need for this. I hear the sound of water next to me. The hood muffles it, but I can tell: it's a urine stream. Soon I hear another. This helps. My own stream of urine soon joins them. I was right. My bladder was full. It's takes a good few minutes to piss it all away. Once it's over, I think I'm done. But the relief doesn't last.
"Everything. You're not done yet."
Oh God, please. I need to shit for these people? I really do? This takes me longer. I don't even think I can go at first. But I concentrate. I try to relax. I work my anal muscles. And then I finally feel something in there that needs to come out. When I feel it strong enough, I push. And then I shit for these people. I shit until I have no more shit to push out. When I'm done, and I'm breathing hard from the effort, my leash is pulled up as a pair of hands also help me back up.
