Somehow i’d managed to fall into a deep sleep after He’d secured me for the night. Exhausted from the hours of torture and abuse, my body and mind had collapsed. The rude awakening as my head was yanked back, the words shouted in my ear…”Wakey wakey slave, look what i’ve got for you today”
it took a moment to register, to work out, but as soon as i understood i couldn’t hide the shock and horror from my face. i started struggling and begging through the gag. All ignored as He unlocked me and dragged me over to the box.
Today was the day He’d promised to release me from my position shackled by the face to the cold, stone floor. i should have realised things could always get worse. He made short work of replacing the head harness with a full hood, small holes for my nostrils the only gap, totally encased before i would be totally enclosed.
Held rigid, no wriggle room, secured, my knees bearing the brunt of the pain…for now. i sensed the addition of the lid, the slight shaking and rattling the sign that it was being screwed into place….imprisoned, isolated, invisible. then the bone jangling thump as it was pushed over.
Dragged somewhere and then silence. Minutes, hours, i’ve no idea how long, passes. i exist in a different world. i hear the footsteps approach, pray silently for release but all that happens is that i feel the heavy thud of boots climbing the step above me, pause and then step down and away. i feel like i don’t have human form anymore, i am invisible, something to tread on, something to climb on, climb over…i must remember to thank Master for the lesson….if He releases me.
Hot as fuck.
Love this way of turning your slave into a object as they r
Who will keep me like this?
