Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 02

Chapter Three: The Lessons Begin.

He forced me to repeat my rules over and over again for an incomprehensible amount of time as a mix of fear and anger continued to burn inside my exposed little body. I heard the words escape my parched lips “I am The Cunt” and “you are my Master” over and over again until the phrases lost all meaning. Despite the mantras flowing robotically from my mouth, the only thoughts in my head were of my friends and family. Surely someone was looking for me. Certainly the police must be on the case and would burst through the doorway any moment to rescue me.

“I will give you some time to think about things but you will maintain your position,” he said to me as he moved toward the doorway. “You should also be aware that not only is this room is soundproof, but if you should utter a single word louder than a whisper before I return the sensor on your collar will pick it up and give you a rather nasty reminder about your first rule.” He turned and left the room, the clopping of his footsteps echoed off the hard cement floor until it sounded like they were proceeding on wooden stairs headed upwards.

“I must be in a basement,” I thought to myself as the sounds faded and I knew he was sufficiently far away, careful not to let a peep escape my lips for fear of retribution from my collar. My eyes continued to scan the room, taking in every detail, looking for further clues about where I was and what my options might be.

I removed my hands from my breasts and lowered my arms toward my thighs, but before my delicate fingers could even reach the smooth skin of my upper legs, the shock collar began to pulse out a series of low level shocks, each lasting for only a second and not strong enough to have me convulsing on the floor as before, but each jolt was intense enough to make me feel like I was being stabbed, causing me to shudder and whimper in anguish. With my captor gone, fear took root and thoughts quickly raced through my clouded brain. What if he doesn’t come back for a while and I’m left like this? What if he never comes back at all?

I quickly deduced that the shocks only started when I lowered my arms so hurriedly my hands flew back up to my undersized breasts and I cupped them as before. As quickly as it had begun the assault of the cruel collar on my small body suddenly ended. The lesson was clear; indeed I was to hold this position or suffer the consequence. The fact that my abductor was no longer nearby was irrelevant.

I couldn’t say for how long I was in that position but it had to have been several hours at least. My legs went completely numb and my arms burned as I struggled to keep my hands on my bare breasts. My flat tummy growled for food, my dry throat ached for water and at some point I realized that I badly needed to pee.