“As I unashamedly wept tears of relief at the booted feet of my Mistress the stark reality of my situation had dawned on me. My Mistress, my Owner has total control of my life. She controls every facet of my meagre existence. I could have been left to try and survive on the streets of Bucharest locked in chastity for ever. Such realisation made me cling desperately to my Mistress’s legs fearing that if I ever let go I may never see Her again.
She reached down and lifted my chin with the handle of Her whip, the whip that had repeatedly lashed down on my back earlier. “Look at Me slave”
She wore a long black leather coat with Her beautiful shapely figure silhouetted against the night sky. She looked down on me, a pathetic simpering wreck, and spoke as She smiled a wickedly sadistic smile.
“I am not finished with you yet. You might have thought your ordeal was over. It may be just beginning!”
“Remove all your clothes and place them in the trunk of the car” Her tone was such that to hesitate for one second would have seriously painful consequences. I quickly obeyed, like an obedient puppy.
As I did so She indicated the collaring position and smartly fitted my slave collar.
“Turn, hands behind your back” Next thing I knew my hands were cuffed. A leather belt was tied above my elbows forcing my shoulders back in a painful position.
“Open your mouth”
I felt a ball gag depress my tongue. It was tied very tightly.
“In” She motioned for me to get into the car. I sat down awkwardly, it is a little difficult when your hands are cuffed behind you and with my elbows bound as well I was made to sit bolt upright. The tightness of the ball gag was very uncomfortable causing me to dribble in a most undignified fashion.
Mistress sat beside me and instructed the driver to go. It soon became clear that we were heading back into the city. Although I knew it must be quite late Bucharest is a buzzing city at night time and the streets were packed with people. The bright lights of the city illuminated the car and I was conscious of people staring at me in my naked state save for my collar, chastity cage, ball gag and restraints, pointing and laughing at my predicament. I have never felt so humiliated. Mistress however found it highly amusing even telling the driver to stop by a store as She went in to buy something. How I hated sitting there in such an uncomfortable position, dribbling while people stopped and stared and laughed. Please let this be over soon, I kept saying to myself.
Eventually we moved on and as we pulled into what I thought was the same underground car park of the apartments Mistress dropped another terrifying bombshell.
“I have cancelled your flight for tomorrow”
I thought and hoped we were returning to the apartment where I would spend the rest of the evening serving and pampering my Mistress and the next day I would return home.
The car was parked and the driver let my Mistress out and when he opened my door Mistress fitted a lead to my collar and roughly pulled me awkwardly out of the car.
“On your knees”
I followed dutifully as She tugged on the lead but it was so difficult to move with my hands and arms bound the way they were. The combined aroma of Her leather coat and boots and expensive perfume was very arousing and despite my predicament I could feel my cock ( well it is not actually my cock, it is the property of my Mistress and an item of property over which She has total control) pushing painfully against the restrictions of its metal imprisonment.
Instead of heading to the elevator as I thought, we reached some steps.
I followed Her down a narrow staircase that led to a dimly lit chamber. It was dank and a little cold. As I looked around I could see a row of prison cells. The whole scene looked familiar and I realised it was very much like the prison of the OWK. Fear and anxiety gripped me as I once again was conscious of the hopelessness of my situation and that I was under the absolute control of Goddess Ezada.
Mistress led me towards one of the cells.
“On your knees” Mistress then untied the belt which had pulled my elbows together in such an uncomfortable way and then released the cuffs on my wrists. What a great relief that was although I suspected I would not be free of restraint for very long. The ball gag was also removed from my aching jaws.
The click of Her high heels echoed in this forbidding place. I jumped at the sound of metal hitting the floor beside me.
I saw then lots of heavy looking chain, a collar and shackles.
“Lift the collar and put it around your neck” It was so heavy it was difficult to lift but I managed to get it into position. Mistress then tightened and adjusted it before snapping a padlock shut to keep it in place. It was so heavy I could hardly move my head.
The same procedure followed with the ankle and wrist shackles, again uncomfortably heavy items that I knew would chafe my skin with the slightest movement.
Mistress then took hold of the equally heavy chain and threaded it through the D rings on the collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. As She was doing so She had laid Her whip on the floor, the very whip that had caused me such pain earlier in the day. And as I looked at it I recognised it as the very symbol of Her total power, control and ultimate authority over Her lowly subject.
Once She had expertly completed the threading of the chain I realised that She had done it in such a way that I could not stand and the best I could do was an awkward and uncomfortable crouch.
“Crawl over here slave” The steel was cold against my skin and it clanked noisily as I obeyed Her command.
“Now you will eat and drink like the dog that you are”
There were 2 bowls on the floor, one had what looked like some dry bread and some unrecognisable bits that must have been leftovers from someone’s meal. The other bowl was empty. I was so hungry. I had had no food all day and all I had to drink was some water which had been infused with Mistress’s golden nectar in the restaurant.
“Your food looks a little dry so because I am a kind and considerate Owner I am going to help you”
She laughed as She squatted over the bowl of disgusting looking food and relieved Herself all over it. Mistress then took the empty bowl and filled it also with Her pee.
“Now slave you will eat like the dog you are. You will understand that any time I graciously allow you food and drink you will consume it all like a dog, without hesitation or complaint. If you fail to do so any time I will punish you very hard, the privilege of food and drink will be withdrawn and you will be tightly gagged until you learn to conform. Do you understand slave?”
Her words frightened me in the same way as a puppy must feel when being harshly spoken to.
“Yes Mistress, I understand.”
“Eat. And to help you I am going to encourage you with My whip. You see how kind I am?”
“And if you should be sick at any time I will regard that as an insult to My kindness. First you will lick it up and you will then be punished accordingly. Do you understand?”
I lowered my face to the bowl and as I slurped up the first mouthful of what had now become a mushy substance I felt a blaze of pain across my back as Mistress brought Her whip down on my already tender flesh. She rhythmically whipped me as I tried to slurp the foul tasting food down as quickly as I could.
“The sooner you finish the sooner the pain stops” She laughed as I struggled and wretched. I managed to finish the food although getting the last bits out of the bowl was difficult but the repeated blazes of fire across my skin was all the motivation I needed.
“Drink every drop of My gorgeous nectar and do not dare spill any. I hope you appreciate what a lucky dog you are. Other dogs only get water, you get My Champagne”
I slurped for all I was worth and finished as quickly as I could but by the time I did my back and ass were ablaze with the pain from Mistress’s incessant flogging.
“Good boy. Now crawl after Me”
With that She led me into the first cell. I could not see into any of the other cells so I did not know if She had any other prisoners. The floor was covered in straw, there was no bed. There was a chain attached to a solid ring in the wall and Mistress attached it to my collar and padlocked it.
“There is a bucket in the corner. If you need to pee you will cock your leg over it like a dog and pee. You better memorise where it is as soon it will be pitch black in here. There is enough chain for you to reach it. Maybe!” She laughed.
With the heavy and restrictive chains it was difficult to assume any sort of comfortable position other then being curled up in a foetal position.
“It has been a long day slave. I am sure you would appreciate a nice warm shower”
With that Mistress stood over me, pulled Her panties to one side and sure enough “treated” me to a long warm shower!
She laughed as She closed the door of the cell and locked it.
“Sweet dreams slave!! I may return in the night – not that you will know if it is night or day – and warm you up with My whip. Then again I might not!”
Her echoing heels clicked away in the distance and as the sound faded the dim lights were switched off. I heard an outer door close and be locked.
I lay there in the eeriness of the silent darkness. I was in a pool of my Mistress’s golden nectar in my uncomfortable foetal position with the unbearably heavy chains hurting my neck wrists and ankles. I felt so scared and so vulnerable. I had no idea of how long my Mistress intended to keep me as Her prisoner, 1 day, 1 week, 1 month, for ever…………”
To be continued….