Judging by her periods, and the deep snow outside the barred windows of the cabin, Beverly reckoned that she had spent at least three and a half months with the Master. There were no calendars, there were no clocks, dates were removed from magazines and newspapers in the cabin by the Master. She knew better now than to even think of him as Mister Bridges. Although she called him Master to his face, during the first few weeks of her captivity he had heard her use Mr. Bridges when his back was turned or when she was especially angry. In response, Master played "Catch your breath" placing a leather hood over her head with an opening for her nose and then using various methods to seal off her nostrils. When she slipped up and said Mr. Bridges she was submitted to hours of this treatment. Master called it his favorite game. Sometime he varied it by using nipple clamps on her at the same time.
Now however they had settled into a routine. When she woke he let her out of her cage and kissed her deeply. By now Beverly was responding out of habit. Master expected a blow job every morning. Beverly was used to them by now. She still tried to think of her husband as she serviced the beast she called master. She worried about Ted and her children, imagining that she was preforming fellatio on him helped her get through the daily ritual. The daily shaving of her entire body was an event she actually looked forward to. The warm water helped force the chill out of her bones from the cool of the cabin. In theory, the cabin was warm enough but Master had still not given her any clothes to wear so that unless snuggled in her cage under covers she was often chilly.
On the other hand she had come to dread her monthly periods. She was not permitted to touch her private parts unless ordered to do so by Master. He sometimes ordered his slave to please herself but that was not often. He wiped her each time she went to the bathroom. He also inserted her tampons. These she despised they were designed for survivalist women, They were large and reusable. The fact that he had control over her bowels and intimate parts was very had to get used to. She had to ask permission to go EVERY time.
Master made her jump rope and do push ups and sit ups to keep herself in shape. There was a scale in the bathroom. She weighed just three pounds more than she had the day she was captured. Only then was at least some of her nudity covered. Master wrapped an ace bandage around her bust for support and allowed her to don a tiny pink thong.
The only time she had not been supervised had been when he was gone overnight on a resupply trip. She was locked in her cage with some army rations and bucket. That day seemed to last forever. Master came home. He let her out of her cage insisting upon a kiss and a blow job. Once Beverly had finished these tasks Master broke into a smile and said.
"I keep you ignorant of world events because your ONLY focus should be on pleasing me. But this you MUST see." The Master then burst out in a big laugh. Eventually Master led her to the kitchen where all of the new supplies were stacked and waiting for storage. He produced a page of what Beverly recognized as her local newspaper. The date and day of the week had been censored as was the article. All dates and traces of them were excised. The story however made Beverly's jaw drop.
She read, "Police are focusing their investigation on Theodore Holland, husband of the missing woman, Beverly Holland. Police have retraced Mrs. Holland's steps that day. The lack of any physical evidence of a break in, struggle or ransom demands indicates to the police that Mrs. Holland was not abducted. It is also not believed that she has run away, Mr Holland has been cooperating with the investigation but police are unhappy with his answers to certain questions which they have not revealed to the press," The rest of the article was blacked out.
"Oh my God!" Said Beverly
Master roared with laughter. "That police force consists of Officer Wiggum types. They will build a case out of thin air and, perhaps, apply enough pressure that he confesses. If not that, harass him to the point where he has to leave town. I can't imagine the money he has already spent on lawyers!"
"You see slave! You see woman! Any dreams on your part for rescue are just mind farts. NO ONE is looking for you best settle in and make me happy, "
