Hello you naughty girls and boys.
Christopher has finally been released from the table. Not only that, but he has had a hot shower; with just a small interruption. Now he is ready to face the day. Could his punishment finally be over?
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As he stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself he heard Helga from just outside the doorway.
"Now you clean floor. And clean pillow. That your pillow now and you pay for it."
Well he had made the mess so it was no surprise he would be the one to clean up. He wasn't quite sure what she meant by paying for it, whether that's why he had to wash it or if he was going to have to reimburse the business for it. Maybe it was both.
He finished drying off and looked for his clothes so he could get started. He knew better than to waste time. He was also curious and concerned about what would be expected once he finished cleaning. But right now he was having trouble locating his pants.
"Helga, where are my clothes."
"No clothes now. Maybe some clothes later. Enough talk. Clean."
So that was the next hurdle for Christopher. He was going to have to work naked. Sure he had been naked while locked in the table. But that was inconsequential then. Now he was out of the table and would be walking around the salon, but he wasn't to be dressed in anyway. He felt more exposed.
Perhaps this was another measure Helga was using to keep him from running away. But then her actions during his shower suggested she might be keeping him nude out of her own perverse pleasure at seeing his uncovered body. But if he couldn't find his clothes, he couldn't really get dressed.
He tried to think about where she may have hid them as he went to get a mop bucket. The more he thought about possible locations the more he realized his clothes could be anywhere, and if he had to search the place top to bottom it could take quite a long time, even he wasn't being watched or had to sneak around.
As he made his way back to the room with the mop bucket, shuffling steps as his ankles were still cuffed, he also wondered about what Helga was doing. This morning since his shower was the first time since she came to him last night that he had really been out of her sight. She really wasn't watching him closely.
Christopher carefully picked up the pillow from under the table and took it to the washing machines. He heard Helga along the way but he didn't actually run into her. As he sprayed the pillow with a stain fighter, having doubts about how effective it would be against a urine stain, he considered his options for exiting the building.
He was sure the place was locked up tight, but wouldn't he still be able to exit the fire door? Surely that one couldn't be locked to the inside, even after hours, for safety concerns. But of course if he tried that, he would certainly be raising an alarm.
That would surely get Helga's attention and no doubt she would come after him, but if she was in another part of the salon he would have a head start. And maybe the alarm would help him as she might need to shut that off rather than explain herself to the fire department.
But as part of his mind considered these options and his route of escape, another part was wondering if it could really be that easy. Helga wasn't standing over him, true; but he was naked and shackled which shouldn't be taken lightly. Also if she was confident enough to not stand over him, what other assurances might she have in store.
He shuffled his way back to the room and began mopping up the tile floor. But as he cleaned he was still considering his options. And then he thought of something else which put a knot in his stomach.
What if this was all some wicked test? What if she was just waiting for him to bolt so she could capture him anew and give him another round of punishments and lessons? He had already suffered so much at Helga's hands.
If he was going to run he really wanted to find at least some clothes to put on. Being naked could be both blessing and curse as far as any escape went. He could surely get some attention by running around in the nude, but he didn't need that humiliation added to what he had already been through. And being nude could scare off potential rescuers and create misunderstandings he would have to sort out.
And unless he hoped to get a short distance and hide until it was 'safe'; an unlikely prospect with Helga on the hunt; then he also needed to find a way out of these ankle cuffs, either getting them unlocked or removed by some other means. That wasn't going to be easy.
And then there was another problem. The new problem that now hung between his legs. He had been caged and she had means to shock his balls. He might be able to be out of range of any remote if he was fast enough and she had to locate it. But even if he could avoid the painful shocks to his tender balls, he would still need to find a way to remove the cage from around his privates.
As he bent over mopping the floor he took a closer look at the device. Not only was it very secure, but he could find no obvious lock or way in which it was meant to be removed. And due to the delicate nature of what was locked within, he had to be careful with any tampering. Just the mere thought of bolt cutters scared him when his mind flashed an image of possible mishap.
As he finished cleaning and emptied the mop bucket he came to a rather depressing decision. While he was still interested in finding an escape, his moment was not now. He had to consider how to get the device off of him as well as free himself from any shackles or cuffs. Clothing was less important right now, although that thought reminded him of how naked he now was.
So without any meaningful options, he made his was, naked and shuffling, to find Helga and let her know he was finished cleaning. He tried not to think too much about what she may have in store for him next.
He found Helga coming down the hallway a short distance from her office. She was fully dressed except for being barefoot, and her hair was once again in its usual twin buns configuration. She seemed almost cheerful. But then why shouldn't she be, as she had been toying with Christopher since yesterday receiving no small dose of sexual satisfaction.
"You finished cleaning?"
"Yes it's clean now. The pillow is in the washing machine."
"Good. Now you wear this."
He had noticed she was carrying something in her hand as she walked toward him, but now she held it out and he could see what it was. It was a ball gag; simple and classic in design although the ball itself was black and not the bright red of early days. He knew what it was but he had never really been into all the whips and chains and had never actually worn one.
"I'd rather not."
He said it mildly enough, letting her know he didn't like the idea, but it was still something of a bold move considering he didn't have many options here. He was a little surprised by her response; it wasn't so much a warning or rebuke as it was a negotiation.
