CHAPTER VII
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Leaning my head against his thigh and felt him stroke my hair. I
was still very turned on from his hands, earlier, and I now hoped
he would make me cum. Silently, I prayed for him to begin
touching me, but I couldn’t ask for it because he had not given
me permission to speak. I rubbed my breasts against his leg, and
arched my body towards his hand, but he just kept absently
rubbing my hair. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me
and smiled. Patting my cheek, he said that he had some errands
to run, and would have to leave me for a while. Standing, he
took my hand and helped me to stand. He led me to the wall near
the cell, where I had already noticed several objects hanging.
He took my leather bound wrist and pulled it up toward a chain
dangling from the wall. I noticed for the first time that there
was a small metal ring on the cuff, and I watched as he clipped
that wrist to the chain on the wall. Turning me around to face
the wall, he pulled my other wrist several feet over, and clipped
that one to a similar chain. I was facing the wall, my breasts
pressed up against the gold carpet fabric, as he pulled my feet
apart and chained them, also.
I turned my head and watch as he selected what appeared to be a
belt from the things hanging on the wall. He strapped it around
my waist, and then turned and selected a vibrator. He pushed
this vibrator up inside me, turned it on, then strapped a portion
of the belt between my legs, evidently to keep the vibrator
inserted. I began to squirm a bit from the tingling sensations
the vibrator was producing, and he patted me on my bottom, kissed
the back of my neck and said, “Good bye. I’ll see you later”.
The vibrator felt so good at first. Then, as I strained to rub
my clit against the leather between my legs, I couldn’t quite
climax. I try, but he had left me helpless do do anything but
accept these stimulations. After a while, I got so frustrated
that I almost start to cry. I kept thinking he’d come back in
any moment, and he’d take me down and make me cum. But the time
drags on and on, and still he didn’t come back. Gradually, the
vibrations seemed to become more distant, almost as though I had
grown accustomed, or desensitized to them. Not quite numb, but
not as responsive to them as I was at first. I drift in and out
of a stupor, not quite asleep, but not fully awake. Time stands
still, and I no longer wait eagerly for him to return and
sexually satisfy me. I now just wait for him to return to use me
any way he will.
I have lost track of all time and don’t know whether it is day or
night. The softly lighted room doesn’t give any clue as to time
or day. I could have been here for hours, or for days. I don’t
know anymore. I have only his word for it that my 48 hours is
not up yet. Maybe he won’t release me after 48 hours. Already,
it seems as though I have had no existence prior to this, and
that I won’t have any existence after he is through with me. I
don’t know any reality but this.
