Struggling was pointless, so for the past while Nate had resigned himself to just lay his head on the stone floor. After Sandra had locked the door, he started his time with some voracious twisting and contortion of his body to try and get his fingers on the locks holding the chains in place on his cuffs. It was Friday night and on the list of things to do, being chained naked and alone on a stone floor was pretty far down the list. Granted his Friday nights weren't that exciting because he was still new to the city, but it should be his choice to waste his time or not.
Eventually, he realized that all he could do was lay there and wait for her to come back. He should be at the gym right now, or he should be making something to eat, or watching Netflix. No, his time was being spent waiting. He wanted to rage and pound his fist or something, but he couldn't even do that.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed. Time was such a relative thing and now that he couldn't occupy himself with something, he was sure that less time was passing than what he thought. He lifted his head at the sound of footsteps, but after a moment, he realized that they were from the floor above him. Everything was so muffled in the cell.
Shifting from his stomach to his sides wasn't an improvement for comfort. He had tried that a while ago, but it only provided a short term respite before some other part of him started to hurt. Plus being on his side meant that his splayed legs made his package utterly vulnerable and exposed and it was still subtly throbbing from the electric torture that Sandra had used on him to get his PIN number.
As he lay there in the dark, his sense of touch had been heightened and he was keenly aware of all of the bondage implements that were holding him in place. The cuffs on his wrists and ankles had forced his limbs to conform to their shape, so there was a steady pressure from the edges of the cuffs to maintain that shape. The gag made his jaw hurt and the pool of saliva on the floor was rather gross by this point. Even the buckle of the gag was starting to dig into the back of his head. The collar that held him chained to the wall was solid and metallic with a small lock that would bounce against the device when he re-positioned himself. The straps on the short spreader bar that held his knees apart at an obscene distance still prickled his skin as they dug into his lower thighs. Sandra hadn't been gentle when she forced that thing on and she hadn't re-positioned it before she left him trapped in this prison cell. The worst item though was the dildo still pressing into his ass. Its position ensured due to the double wrapping of metallic straps that confined and constricted his balls and the base of his cock. No matter how he moved, that particular item remained embedded and unrelenting.
Quiet footsteps were coming down the steps and approaching the other side of the door. The sound was more pronounced than the last time Sandra had opened his cell door and as the door swung open, he could see why.
The light spilled into his cell and he squinted against it to see her silhouetted. She was wearing 4 inch heeled boots that ran up to just above her knees. She had changed as she had mentioned previously and as his eyes adjusted to the light, he was treated with a visual delight beyond what he could have imagined. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
Above her boots he could see the beautiful bare skin of her thighs before they disappeared under a short leather flared skirt. The skirt was held in place by a belt with a couple of implements attached to it, a bull whip, a riding crop, another pair of handcuffs, what looked like a taser and that dreaded remote control that would deliver pain to his groin if she chose.
Her torso was covered with a corset that squeezed her already narrow waist even tighter and pushed up her modest bust into two lovely amply sized mounds. Both hands were covered in black elbow length gloves, but above the cuffs the bare skin of her arms and shoulders contrasted with the dark colours of her outfit.
"Did you miss me?" she laughed at her silly rhetorical question as she stepped towards Nate's prone body. She pulled out his phone and quickly snapped several photos of Nate in his trussed up state.
"I've made some changes to your phone. First, I've added Esper and a super user account with a different password to your phone. It allows me to remote control your phone and use it as if it was in my own hand. I've switched your bank account, social media accounts and email account to use my email account as the recovery and confirmation account, so if you or anyone tries to change the existing passwords, or if you try to delete any of your accounts, I can deny it. Finally, I've loaded Mobi365 Pro onto your phone so I can track your position and record everything you say. This will allow me to see exactly where you are at all times, and it has a power-down override that will prevent you from shutting it off," she stated matter-of-factly as she strode from one end of his cell to the other. She was so close to him that all he could really see was the bottom half of her boots that were hiding those beautiful calves.
"Over the course of the next 24 hours, we'll collect some fun pictures and movie clips that we'll prime to have loaded to your social media accounts. That way, if you do anything that is out of line, or if you try to alert the authorities, it will be a single click from my phone to have "you" post your bondage photos to Facebook, Instagram, and email," she strode back again and tugged the chain that connected him to the wall.
"But don't worry. If you're a good slave this weekend, then you will have plenty of fun. I know I will, whether you obey or not," she laughed softly again.
"Now then, since you know the situation, it's time to try granting you a little mobility, yes? Remember, if you try anything, you will regret it," she said as she crouched down in front of him. As her bum reached her heels, her skirt rose up enough that he could see the red thong bikini bottom that was hiding her tight pussy from view. The curves of which were tantalizingly close to his face. However, with his arms pinned he could not touch and with his mouth gagged, he could not say anything.
She pulled a ring of keys off of her belt and flipped to a key before reaching forward to his cuffs. In 4 short clicks, each lock had been removed and his wrists and ankles were disconnected from the chains holding them to each other. He moaned audibly as he unfolded them and gently rubbed the edges of the cuffs where they had been digging in. He reached up towards his gag before pausing and looking over at her.
"Yes, you may remove the gag, slave."
He lowered his eyes as he continued to reach up and start unbuckling the gag. For some reason he was wondering why he had been demoted from pet to slave. Not that it mattered, he wasn't a slave and Sandra was just acting. Right? As he removed the gag, his hand brushed the collar locked around his neck.
She watched him touch his collar. "You can remove that spreader bar now as well. I don't think I'll have to force your legs apart any more, yes?" She punctuated the statement by touching the remote control that control is shocker.
"Yes Miss Sandra," Nate replied as his hands moved to his knees and proceeded to dismantle the straps holding the bar between his legs.
When he was done, she continued, "Good, if you need to pee, the toilet is there." She motioned to a small toilet in the cell. "Let me know when you are finished."
