Recession Woes

Recession Woes, part 2

Ally remained motionless, collared, gagged and shackled. He came up to her and ran his fingers down her face and between her breasts. She was breathing heavily. She could sense that she was very wet. He could too.

"Arousal is good. It shows compliance. Orgasm isn't. It shows selfishness," he said. Ally looked down at the ground and nodded.

"You have much to learn and much to do," he continued, running his fingers down her spine, stopping at her tailbone. She wished he went further but he didn't. "Now that you are in my presence, let the learning begin." He pulled a hood over her head and secured it, plunging her into darkness. A small opening on each side let air in and out. He freed her wrists for a moment and then tightly secured them with shackles behind her back, connected with chain to her ankle chains. He grabbed her breasts from behind and began squeezing her nipples hard. She squirmed and moaned as her nipples grew erect. She knew what was coming and she was right. He placed a clamp on her left nipple and slowly tightened it, just tight enough to remind her that it was there. He did the same to her left nipple.

"Bend over," he ordered, pushing her down. She did and spread her legs as far as the ankle chain would allow. He parted her ass. She felt something cold and sticky against her asshole. It was a steel plug, well-lubed. He pushed it as far as it would go, stretching her and driving her to the brink.

He led her out of this room and to another. He made her crouch on what appeared to be a bucket. "Pee, slave," he ordered her, shoving a wad of tissue into her hands. She was relieved to pee. She was afraid he wouldn't let her and she would pee all over herself or worse, over him. Awkward as it was, she managed to dab herself and drop the tissue into the bucket.

"Kneel down," he ordered. She did. "Touch her forehead to the ground. She bent over and did as she was told. Now her ass was raised and she could picture the shiny butt plug and her wet pussy staring at him. She heard multiple clicks as he first locked her collar to a ring on the floor and did the same with each ankle. Then he pulled her wrists up and locked them to a ring that dangled from the ceiling. He breasts dangled below her, her nipples clamped. She was totally helpless and secured, silenced and in darkness.

"There are motion sensors attached to these rings. Each time you move, even very slightly, it records it. I will know. What happens to you next will depend on how still you remain. I know you are expecting dinner and perhaps a comfortable place to sleep. We'll see if you get anything tonight." He began to walk away.

"Don't worry," he said, stopping at the door, " I still intend to use your finance and accounting skills. This is a job after all. I have a business to run and money to make. I just like my assistant to be the special kind."

The door closed. Ally held still, feeling her legs cramping. Her stomach growled. Her throat was dry. Tears formed in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying not to move and disturb the chains. She could lift her head a little. She did that as she was beginning to get a headache. She felt the tug of the chain if she lifted it too much. How long would he keep her this way?

"You did better than I expected," he said, as he entered the room. Ally heard him put something down. A tray of food, perhaps, she thought. She heard multiple clicks as he freed her from most of the rings, except for the one that secured her ankles in place. She was standing up, unsteady as the circulation slowly returned to her legs. He freed her wrists and removed the hood. She kept her eyes closed at first and then slowly opened them, expecting bright lights but the light was dim. She blinked a few times and surveyed her surroundings. her back was to the door. He ordered her to kneel again and this time keep her back straight. He removed the gag and handed her a water bottle. She drank the entire amount. "Thank you Master," she said.

"It's 'your humble slave is eternally grateful'," he said sternly.

"Your humble slave is eternally grateful," she replied.

"Good. Now eat your dinner," he said putting a bowl before her. The bowl was marked with her name, preceded by the word "slut". She ate the lukewarm watery cream of wheat with cooked carrots, mashed banana and flax seed. She didn't think about the odd combination. She was very hungry and was happy to finally get some food inside her. He gave her a second bottle of water to wash it all down. She even poured some of the water into the bowl and lapped up the remnants.

"Your humble slave is eternally grateful," she said, putting the bowl and spoon down.

He didn't say anything. He removed his belt. Here it comes, she thought, expecting him to undo his pants. Instead he wrapped the belt around his palm, clutching the buckle. The leather strap dangled ominously from his hands. "Bend over," he growled, "forehead on the ground." Ally trembled and slowly did as she was told. He pulled his arms under her and cuffed them to the ring that secured her ankle chain to the floor. He slowly ran the strap over her wet pussy, dragging the slickness with it over the butt plug and on to her back. Then without warning, and with an expert's touch, he landed two quick blows from below, each landing square on her pussy lips, striking her engorged clit and sending sharp searing pain through her body. Ally yelped and said with a choking voice, "Your humble slave is eternally grateful." Two more lashes followed and before she could say anything, lashes criss-crossed her back and raised ass. Every time Ally tried to express her gratitude, her lashed her harder. She pictured red welts across her back and butt, but surprisingly, there were none, the lashes leaving reddened skin but nothing that wouldn't go away in minutes. He ended with three more lashes on her pussy.

Then the pants came down and the butt plug came out. Ally cringed, closing her eyes. She had no idea how big he was. She braced herself as he knelt behind her. She felt him at the entrance. She took a deep breath.

"Time to mark my territory," he said.

Ally barely slept that first night. She could not find a comfortable position on the floors. He had removed all of her shackles, even the nipple clamps. The only things that remained were her collar and butt plug. Her body ached from the previous evening's ordeal. He had truly marked his territory by filling her butt with his massive load, and plugging it up.

The pampering at the spa seemed like a distant, faded memory. Only 24 hours ago she was there. Now she lay on the floor of a dark basement room, with a water bottle and a bucket for company. She sat up and stretched her legs out in front of her. She didn't know what time it was, whether it was even dawn. She had to pee badly but felt too lazy to get up. She yawned and opened the water bottle, drinking what was left. Her stomach growled. She was about to lie down on her side again when she heard footsteps. She stood up.

The door opened and he was standing there in a robe, holding a bowl. He set it down and approached her. He removed a piece of cloth from his pocket. "Close your eyes," he said and proceeded to blindfold her. "On your knees," he ordered. Ally dropped to her knees. She felt something warm near her mouth, something that grew harder. She opened her mouth and he put it inside. She gripped the base with her hand and began to suck. her stomach growled. This was breakfast, or at least a part of it since there was a bowl waiting for her. He grew big and hard in her mouth. He didn't moan or make a sound as Ally continued to lick and suck him, never letting him fully out of his mouth. He stood there with his robe open and his hands on his hips. Finally he came, squirting his hot juices down her throat. She didn't gag or flinch, she swallowed it all and continued to do her duty until he went limp and slipped out of her mouth.

"I am eternally grateful for what I have received," she said softly, licking her lips. Her pussy was throbbing, the plug in her ass a constant reminder of her status. He closed his robe and removed her blindfold. He pointed to the bowl, "Eat up," he said, "You have a long day ahead of you." He left the room and returned moments later, having filled her water bottle. Ally was kneeling on the floor, drinking her breakfast from the bowl. It was a watery concoction of oats and grits, tasteless but she did not care. She was hungry. She washed it down with plenty of water. She wasn't sure if she needed his permission to pee now that it was morning but she didn't wish to risk his wrath. Uncomfortable as it was, she waited patiently.

When he returned a short time later he ordered Ally to follow him. He was still wearing his robe. He led her to a tiny nook off the hallway where there was a stainless steel sink/toilet combo. A hose was connected to the wall and was lying on the floor next to the toilet bowl, which was very low. He removed Ally's butt plug. There was a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste, as well as a bar of soap on the sink.

"Freshen up, clean up, do what you have to. I will be back in 15 minutes to get you," he said as he walked away.

Ally squatted over the bowl, relieved herself and then washed with the water from the hose. She proceeded to brush her teeth and wash her face, drying off with the piece of cloth that hung on the side of the sink. She was ready before her time was up. A shower would have been better, she thought to herself, but at least she was cleaner than she was at breakfast.