A day as a doll.
After breakfast he asked for the last time if she was prepared.
She nodded, hesitating.
Then she lifted her head, saw him in his eyes and said ”Yes!”, loud and clear.
She really wanted to go through this. To see if she could manage to be totally
dependent of another person for 24 hours.
To live without will, do be someones doll.
He attached a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists behind her back.
Then he locked the cuffs to a loop on the back of a wide leather belt that he buckled
on her stomach.
He also schackeled her legs together with a pair of leather cuffs just above the knees,
and a padlock between.
As he said, a doll dont walk around that much.
He also said that a doll didnt talk that much, so he fetched a ballgag harness that he
put in her mouth and tightened the different straps round her neck, over her skull and
under her chin, immobilizing her jaws.
She still could make some sound, but on the other hand, a doll could almost say
”mama”
Then he led her to the couch in front of the TV set, and sat her down.
He fetched a spreader bar, about a foot wide and put it between the kneecuffs,
spreading her.
He then put a rope round her neck and under her arms and tied it to the back legs of
the couch, securing her in a seated position.
He then fetched a bottle of cider, that he knew she liked, and a glass, turned on the
TV, found the morning sport programme, auto dragracing, that she wasnt interested
at all in, sat down beside her leaning on her shoulder, and started watching tv.
After a while he sat up, opened the bottle, filled the glass, sipped some and sat down
again.
After som 15 minutes he put his hand on her knee, slowly cirkling it with the palm…
put a finger on the inside of her tight, just above the cuff, and dragged it slowly
about an inch towards her crotch, stopped and held it there for a minute, and made a
comment about the game, an lost interest.
He took another sip of cider.
A bit later he let the hand land on the knee again.. started to follow the tigh up on the
inside, stopped halfway, and held still for about a minute, or two
He gripped the muscle on the front side between his thumb and his fingers, held hard
and loosened the grip.
Then he let the hand slide higher, slowly, all the time watching the TV.
He stayed with the small finger just near her vagina, almost touching.
He didnt look at her, he just sat there holding his hand still.
After some minutes he lifted his small finger, and let it rest over her vagina a minute
or two.
She moved a little.
”Sit still.” He said.
He wiggeled the finger a little, letting it slowly enter into her.
She was wet.
He held the finger all still, and she satt still, waiting, and hoping.
He started to move the finger slowly, very slowly.
He felt her response, tried to get her near coming.
He listened at her breathing, knowing she was near.
He slowed almost to beeing still.
With his knowledge of the sport he knew exactly when the lenghty pause should
start, and he made sure she was as near as possible, when he got up, and went out in
the kitchen without even looking at her.
She moaned a little.
He came back with a new bottle and put it on the table.
He sat between her and reached down over his armrest to release the rope holding
her pinned to the sofa.
He pulled it away from her arms, releasing her, at the same time looking at her,
warning her not to move.
He opened his trousers and pulled them down halfway down his tighs so she could
se how hard he was.
Her eyes widened.
He gripped under her arms with both hands, lifting her up and slided in under her
ass, starting to lower her steering his dick inside her with one hand, lowering her
with the other.
When she widended around him she tried to press her heels to the floor to slow him.
He placed both arms around her waist and pressed her wet sex all the way down
around him, filling her up.
”mmmmgmm” she said.
”Im the one thats deciding the pace, I was going to make it slower but..” he said.
She remembered her role and didnt try to answer. A doll doesnt answer.
He started to finger her clit again, lightly, round and round.
When she came he just sat still, enjoying her muscles working around him.
When she stopped squeezing him he started again, just to get that feeling again.
And again.
And again.
They both lost count, not that it mattered to him, and a doll doesnt count that well.
When he got tired of the game, he took a cusion from the sofa and threw it gently on
the table in front of her, still completely inside her.
He raised her up, careful not to slide out of her.
He held her head down and placed it on the cusion, gently. You should take care of
your toys.
Then he took her from behind until he came too.
He withderew and let her stand there, wanting him.
He reached down and released the spreader bar between her legs.
He clipped a short chain between her kneecuffs and raised her up to standing
position.
He led her to the shower, attatched a wowen nylon cuff between her left arm and a
hook in the ceiling, loosened the cuff attaching her to the belt and tightened her wrist
to the roof leaving her standing erect.
Then he did the same with the other hand.
He loosened all her cuffs except the new handcuffs, leaving her standing naked, then
he undressed too.
He took down the handle if the shower, turned on the water, making sure the
temperatuer was good, replaced it in the holder letting the water reach her nearest
side.
He spun her round slowly, letng her get all wet.
Then he shampooed her hair and all of her body.
She hesitaded a bit but couldnt do anything about it when he washed her between
her legs, both front and rear, taking care to do a good job. It was the most intime
anyone ever done to her.
He hosed all shampoo foam off her and attatched a spreader at the hook above her
head, placing one wrist at a time at the end of it to give him room to dry her with a
soft towel.
He kissed her gagged mouth, caressed her breast and left her standing to dry
completely.
She stood there and could hear the radio softly, and she knew he was going to let her
stand for a while.
She started counting tunes to meashure the time, 20 would be an hour.
After what she guessed was 2 hours he came with a small bag and placed a pair of
cuffs around her ankles, and put a 4 inch chain between them.
Then he unhooked the cuffs above her head and clipped them togehter at the back.
He reached for something in the bag and put her hands in something that felt like
some sort of mitt or pouch.
He tighted it around her hands and took off the cuffs, she still couldnt move her
hands.
She looked straight forward into the wall.
He started to wrap her arms together in the same mitt that streched itself up to her
elbows and then tapered out towards her shoulders.
He secured it with straps in cross above her breasts and laced it together securing her
arms completely, elbows almost touching, shoulders drawn back.
”The lunch will be served in the kitchen, you better get there” he said and left.
When she arrived after some time there were 2 chairs side by side, but only one
place to eat.
He helped her sit down and clicked the D-ring at the fingertips of the armbinder to a
hook on the back of the seat.
”This is the rules” he said, ”when you say something, then the lunch is over, and I
wont ask you now or later if thats OK, its just the way it is” and removed her
headgear.
He placed a bottle of dry spanish champagne at her plate and she was going to
compliment it when she remembered the rule. She almost went without lunch by that
mistake.
He placed a plate with an omelette with some filling above her plate.
He cut a piece of it, put it on a fork and neared her mouth.
She opened and met the fork and took the food when he withdrew the fork.
He waited patiently while she chewed and swallowed until he cut another piece and
gave her. Crabfish omelette, her favourite. She smiled, but knew she couldnt thank
him, she was just a toy, with no will.
During the third bit she felt she would like something to dring, and as she swallowed
the bit, the glass was there, att her mouth. She helped him steer the flow of drink
with small moves of the head.
After some time she had eaten a little more than half of the omelette, and felt quite
well, except for some nubmness in the arms. She asked if he wasnt going to eat too,
and two seconds thereafter the ballgag was in place again.
She sighed while he tighted the straps around her head, without expression on his
face, and she knew that he had eaten while she was standing in the shower, drying.
She cursed her dumbness, but on the other hand, she was fed, and a bit happy from
the cham, so what the..
He helped her up and led her slowly …. to the loo.
”No!” she thought, she hadnt done that since she was a baby. Beeing helped there.
He turned her around and motioned her backwards to the toilet, so she just hade to
sit down or fall backwards over it.
She sat down slowly and he released her feet to give her some freedom to move.
She didnt like this at all and moved her feet backwards as to position her to get up.
He held his hand on her shoulder and she knew that he could tie her down if he liked
so she moved her feet forward.
She sat still a little while, undecided.
He leaned against the doorpost, waiting, and she realized that he wasnt going to
leave her alone.
She hesitated a little and started to pee, blushing.
He left for some seconds and returned with a chastity belt made of gleaming metal,
but with a big black plug.
She realized that it was a butt plug and that when he had started pushing it in, her
will or pain wouldnt matter.
So she decided to try to make place for that as well as just peeing.
She pressed as hard as she could and felt the armbinder restraining her, pressing
against her upper arms when she worked with the muscles in her torso.
She had no idea if her stomachs condition, but hoped it was fairly hard and
odorless, now that she didnt have it in the normal privacy.
Att last it started to come some, and it felt hard. She smiled.
She got rid of all she managed and peed some more when she stopped pressing.
She looked up at him when he got nearer and sat down on his heels in front of her.
He took some paper and dried her, first on the frontside and later in the rear till it
looked clean.
Then he raised her up and led her to the cabinet at the side of the washbasin and
pressed her down on her stomach.
He took a towel, wetted it and put on some soap, and washed her carefully, and dried
her with another towel.
Then he put some lubrication into her anus a little bit in, it feld cold and slippery.
She felt metal touching her inner tighs and someting pointy pressed aginst her ass,
widening her, entering her anus slowly but without hesitation.
She felt herself widening more and more until it passed her muscle and she was
allowed do tighen her hole.
She felt a cold metal band dividing her cheeks, and then a belt, also like metal
closing around her waist.
She was helped to an uprigh position and could se the gleaming metal waistband as
he lifted the front part of the chastity belt up over her vagina, and to the connection
to the belt.
It was wide over her opening and had to narrow horizontal openings where she
could see her pubic hair pressing against the the edges of the holes, and some hairs
sticking out.
He hesitated and let the front of the chastity belt down again.
He took out a razor knife and some soap and a shaving brush from the cabinet and
motioned her to stand wider.
She refused.
He took a tweazer from the cabinet and gripped one hair and pulled it away.
She moaded and put her feet at least 3 feet apart to give him access.
He started to make lather in her pubic hair, soft and warm.
Then he gripped the knife, she could not see, but felt the knife move over her tender
skin, she wanted to move away, bud neighter dared or could.
He dried of the exess moisture with a towel and moved so she could see him closing
the front of the chastity belt again.
She felt her sex pressing against the metal, and she could also see skin bulging out
through the slots showing her opening quite clearly.
In a way it looked clearer when it was obscured, and the slit looked wider and more
wanting.
She liked the look, steel agains skin.
Not that it mattered, she was just a doll.
He drew a finger slowly ovet the welts of skin sticking out through the slits. She felt
a vibration.
He placed all four fingers horizontally in the skits and let the hand slide up and
down letting her whole front vibrate.
Brrrrrrp.. it felt, and she also felt herself get wet..
He led her out of the bathroom and said that it was time to do some shopping for
dinner.
In the bedroom there were some clothing on the bet and also som leather things,
looking like mittens but without fingers or even thumbs, and a roll of duct tape.
He opened the lacing in the lower end of her armbinder and folded it up above her
wrists.
He put on ome of the thumbless gloves on her left hand, tightened the strap around
the wrist and hooked a metal ring riveted at the fingertips in a hook on the back of
the chastity belt.
Then he fastened the right hand in the same manner and removed the armbonder
fully.
Now she stood there almost naked, in what looked like thongs of steel and leather
mittens.
Now that her arms could be moved more freely, he loosened the mittens, one at a
time and fastened it at the waist, at the opposide side of the hand so she was standing
with her arms crossed in frong of her stomach.
He picked up the roll of duct tape and taped over the ballgag, completely sealing her
mouth.
Then he picked up something that looked like a dress from the bed.
It was a long robe with a hood, covering the face completely, except for a small lace
window.
It looked like a traditional islamic dress.
Except one thing, no arms, she realized.
He slid it over her head and let it fall all the way to the floor.
He circled her, looking at her, she could see that in the mirrors. There were two
mirrors, one on each opposite wall so she could see herself both front and rear.
She saw him pull two long strings on her back, like two straight lacings, and
suddently the middle part of the back fell away and exposed her back, and ass and
backside of her legs.
He laced it in place and she was again completely covered by thin cotton fabric.
He marched her to the end of the house, opened a door and they were in a garage.
He opened the passenger door of the car standing there and motioned her to enter.
It took some balancing for her to get down on the seat, then it was easy.
He closed her door and opened the garage door.
He slid into the car and backed it out into the street.
He went away from the car and went to close the garage door.
She paniced a little when she realized that she was bound in public.
She knew that noone would see her bondage, the dress would cover it, but she felt
very exposed anyway.
He cam back and sat behind the wheel, and reached under her seat for something
metallic with an electric cord.
He reached under her dress with it in his hand and she felt a clicking when it sat hard
on the front of her belt, probably with a magneto.
He reached for the seat heater button, pressed it and her chastisty belt started do
vibrate gently.
He tightened both her and his safetybelt and drove away.
In a few minutes they entered the parking lot of a supermarket.
He said ”You better stay here and you better sit still”.
She thought that it would be difficult to sit still with her crotch vibrating like that,
but what could he do to stop her from wiggling a bit. He reached for the two cords at
her shoulders and she could feel the end of them sliding under her seat and back and
realized that her dress didnt hold togheter any more.
If she moved it would slid away from under her and reveale her in all her bound
beautiness.
So she decided to sit completely still, and even try not to come.
He stopped the engine and the vibration disappeared. ”Good” the thougth, ”he didnt
think of that”.
He left her and wandered away towards the entrance and left her sitting compleatly
still.
Suddently she felt a short vibration.
She sat completely still and waited for another one. Nothing happened and she
realized she was longing for it, at the same time fearing it and that she maybe
wouldnt be able to sit still.
There came another vibration, and another one directly after. Two??
She waited a long time for the next and there, and the second.. didnt come! She
wanted it.
She waited in vain and and there it was, a very slight vibration growing slowly in
intense. Yes! She thought, More! and it was gone abruptly.
She pressed herself agains the front of the belt. Vibrate, please! she thougt.
She realized that she sat rocking and that the cars suspention allowed the car to rock
with her.
She blushed under her hood and wondered if anyone had seen it rock. Then she saw
that the car was unlocked. Whoever looked at her, and her movements shoudl
realize…there was a vibration again…should realize that she was horny and wet and
bound.
She sat still and waited for each vibration. They came more often now, and more
intense, she felt an orgasm build up, slowly and there it came. She tried to sit still
but felt the dress tighten in some places and start to slide out from under her in her
spasms but she couldnt help it. The vibrations ended slowly and she sat there
panting.
Her pulse got down a bit and she looked around as much as she could without
moving her head. Noone seemed to have noticed.
Now she needed something to drink but she knew that she would have to wait for
that.
The vibrations started again, in the same slow and unpredictable manner, a new
program this time.
She made some protesting sounds, begging it to stop but i vain.
After som quarter of an hour the tension had build up again and she got another
shaking experience.
She could feel under her, that the dress were starting to move even more now.
Two more of this and she would be sitting there half naked.
She calmed dow now, hoping to get som rest.
Some time passed and she started to think of her situation. If he didnt come back at
all, if something had happened. He had been gone for almost an hour now.
Suddently she felt the now familiar vibration and prepared for another journey into
uncontrolled happiness.
One hour later she had had 2 more and the dress had slid out from under her tighs
and layed beween her knees.
Her ass and back was still holding it in place but anyone that would come by and
look into the car would understand that the dress was a very unethic fake.
The vibration started again. Noooo! she thought, Not one more!
When she was near climaxing she heard the back door open and someome moved
behind her.
”Mmmmmmm” she said and turned around and felt the dress move away from her
now exposed side. The door closed before she could catch a glimpse and some
seconds later someone opened the drivers door and he came in, looked at her dress
and smiled, holding a remote control with a small TV screen. She stared blankly in
front of her, ignoring the vibrations.
I´m just a toy, he doesnt care at all about my feelings she thought, and realized at
that moment how true that was.
He started the car and drow out from the parking lot and back towards the house.
He stopped and drow the car into the garage, went around to her door, opened it and
made a sign for her to get out.
She sat completely still, looking straight forward.
He reached for the seat warmer button and she started to move.
He took away the magnetic vibrator and she turnded in the seat and put the feet on
the floor.
When she bent forward to get balance enouth to rise he grabbed her shoulders and
lifted her up into standing position, and hugged her.
He felt in the movements of her arms that she would have answered that hug if she
could.
He led her into the house, took of the dress and sat her in front of the tv and put in a
video tape with one of her favourite films.
He fetched a bottle, the kind of bottle that athletes use to drink when they have som
visor or helmet in front of the face, a plastic bottle with a long bent straw.
He led the straw into her mouth at the side of the ball and pressed a little.
She got almost a mouthfull and swallowed.
He said that she could just move the head away a bit when she didnt want more.
It tasted fruity and good and she was really hirsty by now.
After som 6-7 mouthfulls she moved the head to the side and he let the bottle down
on the table and said if she wanted more she could just make any sound, and turned
on the video, and left her.
She got herself seated in a good position and enjoyed the film, even though she had
seen it many times before.
She even forgot that she was tied a coulpe of times and tried to reach for that bottle
on the table, in vain.
After an hour she felt a little thirsty and tried making a little sound. ”Mmmmmm..”
and he was the in less then ten seconds, and lifted the bottle and made an asking
gesture.
She nodded and got a couple of mouthfuls more and then he lefte the foom again.
When the film was over he came and helped her up, put a dogleach on her and led
her out into the kitchen. Just like befor the table was made for one.
”Isn´t he cute” she thought and wakmed towards the table. A tug in the leash almost
made her fall.
She was led to one of the corners. There were two bowls for feeding dogs on the
floor, one marked Food, the other Water, and on the wall, just down at the floor
were a ring with a snapling screwed into the wall. She stopped att the bowls and
looked down. He tugged downwards in the leash but she wouldn´t go down.
He let the leash hang down and then he put his feet at the loop hanging at kneeheight
and pressed it down near the snaplink.
She was near falling when she had to folow down into kneeling.
He bent down and connected the leash to the hook.
He went to the table, she was eyeing him when he took a short dogwhip and hit the
table. Hard.
He said ”I want to play dogowner for a while, and in this house all dogs are quiet”.
She looked into the floor when he came and removed the ballgag harness and put it
on the floor.
Then he went to the fridge and fetched a bottle of the same wine as at lunchtime.
He went to the table and filled his own glass, hesitated a bit, or at least looked like it,
befor he filled her waterbown with the same wine.
She looked down and wonderded how she would be able to eat laying on the floor.
He fetched a pan from the stove and put some on his plate.
It smelled good and she felt suddently that she was hungry, really hungry.
He filled her foodbowl as well.
She stood there kneeling and tried ti decide if she would eat or not.
She guessed that the rest of the day was planned as well as the part before had been
so she though that she’d better get some food.
He was sitting at the table, with a glass in his hand looking at her.
She moved a little away from the bowls and nearer the wall, and spread her knees
and feet to get as low as possible.
Then she moved her shoulder to the wall to get some support and straigtned her legs
so she was sitting, almost laying agains the wall with the legs outstreched.
Then she let herslef slid down to the floor and rolled over on her tummy.
She crawled towards the winebowl and held up her head over it and tried to suck up
some wine.
It was possible but tiring. She sipped some more an the moved away a bit and rested
her head on the floor.
She looked at him and saw him smile.
She gave hem an angry look but didnt dare to say anything.
She took a deep breath and crawled to the foodbowl.
It was definitly more difficult to eat than to drink, mostly because she didnt want to
get the nose soiled and afer thet the wine.
It was a good stew of meat and vegetables, she smiled inside, it could have been
dogfood.
It took some time but she got used to laying on the stomach on the crossed arms
eating and drinking, and to roll over on the back resting
Sh thought of patenting it as a metod of weightreducing, smiling.
And all the time he was looking at her, smiling, probably eating when she was, so
she wouldnt see.
When she was finished and had been laying resting for some time, he fetched an ice
cream cone from the fridge.
Her favourite of course.
She looked at it, longing.
He fetched another one, and a flat piece of wood with a hole in it.
He removed the paper from the cone and put it into the hole so it sttd up and put it
on the floor.
She realized that the only thing to do was to hold the head up and lick.
He put some more wine in her bowl and took away the foodbowl.
She knew that it looked rather obscene where she layed and licked the ice cream.
She smiled at har thought and knew that he had counted on just that.
She drank some more wine, the stew had made her thirsty.
She felt that it hadnt been so strong, but she must have been dringing a lot and she
started to feel a certain need to pee.
She nibbled the last pieces of the icecream cone, and wonderded in her mind if there
were coffee and bracny coming too.
But soon she needed to go to the loo, she had emptied two bowls of wine already.
She looked at him, and at her crotch, and at him again.
He just smiled.
She sighed an layed still on the floor, thinking of what to do.
Just wait for his next step or try to get herself understood.
She opened the mouth to say something and instantly the whip was in his hand, and
he smiled.
’Damned’ she thought, ’if I say something I´ll get whipped, and if I dont I’ll pee on
the floor, and get whipped anyway’.
She sighed, and waited, trying to decide..
She would probably get som extra punishment for peeing on the floor.
She hesitated.
”I have to pee” she said with a low voice.
”Of course,” he said, ”But dogs are still supposed to be quiet in my house” and came
nearer with the whip in his hand.
He helped her up into standing, held her leash very short near her neck and let the
whip land on her ass.
”Ow!” she said.
”Now that was one more sound, and dogs really are supposed do be quiet in my
house”.
He waited half a minute before the whip landed again.
She could not help making a sound this time too, even though she knew that it would
give her one whip extra for each sound.
It tool 6 times before she could take it quietly.
”Good girl” he said and caressed her ass a bit, and started to lead her out of the
kitchen.
She went for the bathroom when a tug in the leash pulled her in the direction of the
garden door.
”Dogs pee outside” he said.
She stopped, and so did he. She stood completely still, he could not mean that.
Afte some time he lead her out into the kitchen and tied her to the sam hook as
before.
He took a newspaper and started to read at the table.
She didnt know what to do.
If she waited som time, it would get darker, then maybe she would dare.
After half an hour he went to the bathroom. He left the door half open so she would
hear, knowing that her needs would feel greater then.
And it did, but she still hesitated.
He put two… two! coffecups on the table, and two glasses for brandy.
Then he made the coffebrewer ready.
She understood that the doggie-play would end as soon as she it was time for coffee,
or rather that it was time for coffe when the play had ended. On his terms.
She looked out throuth the window and felt that it was raterh dark sho she made
some moves to get up, knowing that she couldnt, just to show her intentions.
He saw it, got up, switched on the coffebrewer and came and untied her, helped her
up and led her to the garden door.
Now she hesitated just a little.
He stopped at the door, took a key on a wooden stick from a hook on the wall and
unlocked the door.
He led her outside and locked the door while she crouched beside a small brush. She
thought about starting to pee there and then but didnt dare. She saw that it wasnt
nearly as dark as it had looked from inside.
He led her to some bushes that had fairly restricted view from the neighbours and
pointed to the ground.
She sat down and had to try for some time before she could produce something, then
it flowed fairly good.
She got up and he had a hose ready, the water was cold but it felt good to be hosed,
the chastity belt made it spread more and her legs had got wet..
He unconnected the leash from her collar and throw the stick with the key uut on the
lawn, about ten yards or so.
”Fetch, doggie, fetch” he said.
She just looked at him.
He said ”It wont be much darker, your getting colder, and the coffe is waiting”.
She felt the absurd in the situation, smiled a little, and growled at him, but didnt dare
to say anything, naughty dogs might have to sleep outside. She felt the fear of that
he maybe had planned that.
She ran out to the stick, got down on the knees and bit the stick, got up a little
awkwardly with the hands locked and ran back to him and kneeled in front of him.
If she had had a tail she would have wagled it.
He held out a hand at waistheight and she dropped the key into it.
”Good doggie” he said and attached the leash again, unlocked the door and led her
inside.
He sat her on one of the chairs and she had almost forgot the buttplug.
He fastende the eyelet at the back of the belt to the chairs backrest and picked up the
ballgag from the floor, washed it and put it on the table. She understood that it was
still silence for her.
He filled both her and his cup with coffe and fetched a bottle of brandy and put some
in both glasses.
She wondered how she was going to drink without help, but he fetched a thom
leatehr cuff and fastened aroun her right wrist, just outside the mitten.
He attached a chord to the cuff, put the end thru the eylet where the mitten was
fastened, and tied it to the chair.
The he losened her from the mitten and she could reach both cup and glass.
”So” he said and mad a gesture towards the cup.
She nodded and took a sip of coffe, happy to beeing able to do something herself.
He lifted the brandy glass and she did that too, and drank some.
She moved slow and enjoyed the relative liberty as long as she could, she guessed he
had more plans, and they had a long night to come.
He pured some more bransy in her glass when it was empty and asked if she wanted
more coffee.
She didnt think but answered ”Yes”.
He reached for the ballgag and held it in front of her mouth. She said that that was a
dirty trick and refused to accept the gag.
He rounded the table and gripped the chord connecting the cuff around the free
wrist, going thhru the eyelet in her belt and to the chair. He gripped between the belt
and the chair and pulled hard, and instantly her hand was at the opening of the mitt.
He gripped her hand with his free hand and pushed it into the mitt and tighened the
strap ab bit harder then before. Then he tightened the other mitts strap one hole too,
just to show who was in charge.
Finally he gripped the gag and held it agains her lips. She refused to åpen her mouth
until the whip bit at the side of her ass. Then she opened her mouth.
He pressed the gag into her mouth and tightened the straps hard.
He loosended her from the chair and led her to one of the cornders in the lving room,
and attached her collar to a hook in the middle of the corner so when she stod there
she could just see a small portion of the walls.
She heard him put on the TV-set and thougt that she at least would be able to hear
the sound.
Then she heard a clicking sound and all was quiet. She understodd that he had
connected a pair of headphones.
She stood there in what felt like an eternity, and all was quiet, except for an
occational car passing on the road. She heard him leave the room and come back
after a while and sat down.
After a while, a year, and eternity, a week, though it was just a couple of hours he
came back and unconnected her and led her to the bathroom.
He coupled her mitts togheter behind her back and losened them from the chastity
belt, then he opende the belt and took it of her, slowly taking the plug out.
He let her sit on the toilet and do her needs, then he washedher and led her into the
bedroom.
In one half of the big bed was a big cusion, one by one meter and almost half a
meter high, with a lot of tiedown straps attached.
He led her up into the bed and made her kneel in front of the cusion.
He tied her tighs to it so she stood a little spread out then he pushed her breast down
so she was laying head down, and tied a strap over her back, holding her down.
Then he took out her hands out of the mittens and tied then to the cusion at
shoulderheight.
Then he undressed and went to bed and fell asleep.
It wanst so ucomfy for her so she fell asleep too in a while.
The alarm sounded and he turnde it of. She looked at the glowing numbers and it
was half past twelve. Suddently he was behind her and pushed himself inside her. It
didnt hurt, probably he used a lot of lubrication, but she wasnt prepared, wasnt horny
yet. He took her failry hard and she felt herslef getting wet, at the same time reading
his movements, knowing that he was about to come. She wanted him to wait, wanted
to beg him, but a ”nnnng” was all she could say before he came into her. He pushed
in and out a couple of times and withdrew.
She wanted to keep him inside, hug him to hold him but in vain. ”Mmmmmmm” she
said when he laid down and fell asleep again.
She laid there, bent forward and unsatisfied a long time before she calmed down.
And some time later she must have fallen asleep because she woke up to the alarm
clock again.
It was half past three, and again she was filled woth cock before she was fully
awake, and once more he took her wothout caring about her orgasm, and she tried in
vain to keep his pace.
And once again he withdrew and left her to her thoughts.
She wanted the night to be over so they could have normal sex once too, so she
really tried to calm down and get some sleep to pass the time.
When the alarm buzzed at seven she had slept some, though with some odd dreams.
She wished she had stayed awake and made herself horny with some fantasies to be
able to reach that orgasm this time but he took her again, hard and fast. Now she
longed for that day coming, and the end of this, and a real fuck.
At nine he woke her up and said that the twentyfour hours had gone and she was free
to decode for herself now.
He took out the ballgag and asked if she wanted an orgasm where she was, or if she
wanted to get lose, have breakfast and be driven home.
She said she wanted to have that fuck there and then.
He held the gag in front of her mouth and said that ”In that case you are my toy for
another twentyfour hours from now on”
She laid still for a minute and thought, the she opened her mouth and reached for the
gag.
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