I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom staring at the heavy duty door that's keeping me in here. I've already tried and failed to remove the symbol of his ownership of me. The padlock is small but strong. My hands are still cuffed in front of me "as a precaution" he'd said before locking me in here and taking a nap. I don't know what he expected me to be able to do with my hands free but I decided to take it as a compliment.
I tug on the collar, it's not uncomfortable or too tight, it's just there, a constant reminder of my status. I'm trapped and I don't even know why or what he plans to do with me. Why is he so moody? It makes him dangerous, unpredictable. Yet the worst thing he has done is spank me, he hasn't raped me, hasn't really hurt me either. He doesn't seem all bad.
Being able to escape is going to take time to pull off, in the mean time I need to figure out everything I can about him and why I'm here. I need to play along.
He eventually returns to my room and opens the door. I don't look at him, just pull my knees to my chest.
"Hey Lani are you hungry? I made soup. Come to the kitchen. "He offers it like an olive branch. I ignore him. He walks over to me and I'm expecting him to yell at me that I need to answer when I've been asked a question but he doesn't. "I see you're working on your submissiveness," he smirks at me, "you must be hungry though you haven't eaten all day."
That infuriates me, as I'm sure he expected it to, and I stand up and stomp out towards the kitchen. I sit down at the head of a four seater wooden dining table and wait for him to catch up. The chairs are also wooden and have quite high backs. I would have been crossing my arms in annoyance if it weren't for the cuffs.
I can feel his eyes on me but I stubbornly don't turn around. That is until I feel his hands move over my waist. "Hey what are you doing?" I ask as I try and turn around. A piece of rope tightens around my waist holding me tightly against the chair.
"Keeping you out of the way while I finish dinner." He laughs. "I don't feel like getting hit over the head with a frying pan tonight."
I just smirk in response as he puts more rope around my chest, under my breasts and then ties my ankles to the chair legs. This all seems so over the top for dinner that I almost burst out laughing.
He walks around and looks at me front on and notices me smirking. "Hmm. I think something is missing." He says thoughtfully fiddling with another rope in his hand. He walks towards me and I eye him warily. He swiftly threads the last rope through the ring at the back of my collar and ties it to the chair too. Now my neck is effectively held still as well. I can barely move except for my arms and my upper legs a little. I struggle against the ropes groaning but I've been restrained effectively. After noting that, he heads to the kitchen area and starts ladling soup into a bowl.
"How am I supposed to eat soup like this?" I ask incredulously.
"Carefully I guess." He says shrugging his shoulders and picking up bowls of soup.
