I made a big mistake, a BIG mistake. I thought it would be over quicker and so it would be easier. Wrong. How hard could it be? Oh my God! I had eight more days and after one day, actually 8 hours, I thought I was going to die. Let me explain…
In 2033 the crime rate was sky high. The prisons were overflowing. So a law was passed that gave convicted criminals a choice, do much longer time than in the past or do much shorter time in a correctional facility where you would be punished during your sentence. The punishment was in keeping with your crime. For example, my crime was perjury; I was to be punished for speaking falsely so I was to be punished by being gagged. You don’t even want to know the punishment for prostitution, holy shit. Anyway I chose the punishment facility; I figured how hard could a gag be? This is my story of my first day.
After I was found guilty and my sentence choice was made I was led directly from the courtroom and driven in a police van to the punishment facility. I was chained at the ankles and the standard waist strap and handcuffs and I also was gagged with a giant red rubber ballgag. It seemed pretty silly, where was I going? Why the heavy chains and the gag? Once I arrived at the facility I hobbled all the way to the new prisoner receiving area where a tall sober looking man with dark hair greeted me.
“Hello Ms. Thompson, I’m Mr. Carson. Welcome to women’s punishment facility 8302.” He said cordially “From here you be taken directly to your punishment cell to begin your punishment. Once you are finished being restrained you will be left for 8 hours, which is the duration of your particular punishment. You will have no contact with anyone during your punishment. Once the 8 hours are complete you will be released from your restraints and allowed to recover until the next morning. This process will be repeated, let me see…” he paused to consult a folder. “…seven times. One week, then you will be released. Do you understand your sentence Ms. Thompson? Nod if you understand”
I nodded yes I did understand.
“Good. If you will please follow me Ms. Thompson”
As I followed him down the wide almost antiseptic hallway, I could hear distant screams and although I could just barely hear it, was the pleading voice of a woman begging for release “Please please let me go. I want to go to prison. I don’t care for how long just please stop. Please stop. I can’t take any more” I had my first second thought about my choice.
The cell was small only about 6x6 feet with a tall ceiling. Not much was in the clean white washed cell only a table with a pile of restraint equipment, a small mattress in the corner and a chain hanging from the ceiling with a pulley on the end. Overhead fluorescent lighting gave the room a cold clinical feel. No windows, one door with a small glass window and a large digital clock above the door set to 8:00:00.
“Stand in the center of the room under the pulley please Ms. Thompson.” He said wasting no time and getting straight to work
As I moved to the center of the room Mr. Carson said “Before we begin Ms. Thompson I need to make you aware of a few rules. You must obey any and all commands from the punishment officers without hesitation or resistance. You will remain silent unless you are asked a direct question from a punishment officer. Any infraction of these rules will result in an extra day of punishment for each infraction. Nod if you understand these rules Ms. Thompson?”
Again I nodded yes.
“Good. Let’s get started.”
He went to the table and got a large red ballgag. This ballgag was 2 inches in diameter with a thick well-worn black leather strap. The ball had a thin tube that ran through the center, the tube wound ensure that I would be able to breathe while gagged should my nose become clogged. He now removed the ballgag I had worn since I left the courtroom hours ago and a torrent of drool poured out of my mouth.
“Open your mouth Ms. Thompson, wide.” He said firmly. He then shoved the even bigger ball gag in my mouth.
Nnnnnnnnggggmmmpppphhh…
He had to work pretty hard to get the ball behind my teeth. I was worried that my mouth couldn’t stretch to accommodate such a large ball. After struggling for quite a while the ball finally forced my jaw to extend wide enough to accept the massive hunk of rubber. I instantly began to try and push the enormous ball out of my mouth with my tongue. Nothing. It didn’t budge at all. Even if I had the use of my hands I would have to work hard to get the giant ball out of my mouth, without my hands, no way. I groaned and tried to pull my head away.
“Remember the rules Ms. Thompson. This is your only warning.” He said sternly. I immediately stop struggling.
To make certain the ball was not coming out he fed the end of the strap that ran through the ball through the buckle at the back of my neck and began to pull. He placed his free hand on the side of my head for leverage and pulled the strap tight. This forced the giant ball deeper into my mouth. The strap was tight enough to keep me from spitting the ball out of my mouth but he planned to make this gag as tight as tight as possible and very painful so he pulled the strap a couple of notches tighter.
I understood why they called it a gag, I began to involuntarily choke. I retched and gagged and tried in vain to push the giant ball out of my mouth. The leather strap dug painfully into my cheeks, it was going to leave a mark for sure. Now the gag was wedged so tightly in my mouth that I couldn't move my jaw at all. My lips were stretched to their limit. My jaw immediately began to ache which was as good as it was going to feel for quite a long time. Then he locked the strap with a small padlock to make sure it wasn’t coming off without the key. My ability to speak or beg was now lost and I was still retching constantly.
“Please remove all of your clothing including your underwear Ms. Thompson. He said calmly
NNNNNNNGG BBBBBMMMG NG MMMNNPPH! I yelled into the gag
And shook my head wildly.
“That will be one more day Ms. Thompson.” He said and I instantly calmed down and began to get undressed.
Once I was fully naked he again went to the table and got a large roll of 2-inch wide stretchy black electrical tape, pair of scissors and a plastic bag. My face was quite distorted from the tightness of the gag but it wasn’t going to be visible for long. He pulled the clear plastic bag over my head and quickly snipped two small holes in the front of the bag and guided my nose and the tube sticking out of the ballgag through the holes so I would be able to breathe through my nose and the ballgag tube.
“The bag is so the tape won’t stick to your hair. Without the bag the tape is quite painful to remove I can assure you.”
He placed the end of the roll of tape on the ball and began to wrap the tape around my head covering the ballgag and my lower face completely. Each turn around my head was pulled as tight as the tape would allow, just before the breaking point. Actually the tape did break a few times due to the severity of the wrapping he was giving the lower half of my face, but he would make an annoyed groan and just start again. He was careful to avoid taping over the thin breathing tube; I was to be punished not suffocated. Since the tape was so stretchy each layer made the wrapping that much tighter. Layer after layer of tape sealed the ballgag in my mouth as well as forcing it deeper down my throat. I was now gagging almost uncontrollably.
“You need to try to calm down and get control of your gag reflex or you’ll be in for quite a long day Ms. Thompson.” He said thoughtfully
I begged him with my tear filled eyes to stop but his only answer was to add yet another layer to my already intolerable gag. This layer he wrapped under my chin and up over my head crushing the huge ball between my teeth. Over and over he wrapped the tape and pulled each layer as tight as he could. My eyes were red and watering, my cheeks bulged over the cruel wrapping and my face that was left showing was quite red from the tight pressure of the wrapping. My jaw was clamped down on the ball with incredible pressure.
As I pleaded with him to stop he just continued the wrapping, it seemed he was going to completely cover my head in tape. So he began the slow task of finishing the tape hood. Several pieces of tape pulled as tight as possible from the side of my head down to the other side of my neck crossed my severely gagged mouth. He wrapped a few turns of tape around my forehead next. Next he took strip after strip of tape and made his way over the top of my head all the way down to the back of my neck. Lastly he wrapped tape around my neck all the way down to the bottom of my neck, not too tight, just enough to finish the job. My head was now totally covered in shiny black tape, only my eyes and nose were visible. I was utterly and completely terrified.
“Hold still now while I fit this over your head Ms. Thompson.” He said as he raised a black leather discipline hood up to my head.
I shook my head violently in protest when I realized what he planned to do. My eyes were wide with fear. I had never seen a discipline hood before but I had a good idea that having that on my head over the ballgag and tape that was currently causing me such discomfort was going to be horrific. I screamed unconcerned about more punishment time I just knew I couldn’t let that hood go on my head
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNGGGGGMMMMPPPHHHH!!!
“That will be one more day Ms. Thompson. Be still or you’ll get another one.”
I stopped screaming immediately, and he simply continued as if nothing happened, my terror however continued and I began to whimper like a frightened dog.
“I understand your reluctance to have me put this hood over your head. I really do Ms. Thompson. I have used this hood hundreds of times and no one has ever thought it was anything but horrible. I have been told that in just a few minutes it becomes completely unbearable when worn with no gag at all. It will cause you to feel extremely claustrophobic which will only increase your panic and suffering. So with that gag you have in your mouth now… well…this was your choice.” He said unapologetically
The hood was a horrible device. It was made of soft pliable black leather with openings for the eyes, a small hole for the breathing tube and two small holes for the nose. It had laces that ran all the way from the top of the skull to the base of neck to maximize tightness. The black leather was soft, supple and well worn. Many people over the years must have suffered the terrors and pain of the cruel device. It was where screams went to die.
With the laces already loosened it was easy for him to pull the hood over my already severely gagged head. Once the hood was correctly situated he began the lacing process. He starting at the top and pulled every lace as tight as he could smoothing out the wrinkles as he went to ensure the tightest fit possible. As each lace was tightened the hood became tighter and tighter. Once he got down to the bottom he began again at the top pulling the laces tighter. He repeated this process three times.
Once the lacing was finished and the laces were pulled as tight as he could make them he tied the laces at the bottom. When he was done my head was tightly covered in black leather and only my panic filled eyes could be seen. With the hood tightly laced up it literally crushed my head from all sides. The outline of the giant ballgag was clearly visible due to the tightness of the hood, you could see my jaw muscles working involuntarily to try and expel the gag. The tight layers of the gag were crushing my head from all sides causing my head to pound. The blood rushing in my ears was unbelievably loud. Saliva was now running freely down my throat due to my inability to swallow, which was causing me to continue to retch reflexively.
Unable to beg aloud I begged him in my head. “Oh God please stop this please, please! I can’t stand it I can’t take this any more it’s too much. I’ll do anything you want, please stop! Please stop this is too much I can’t take it! It’s too much. Please stop!” But I now saw it was only going to get worse. “Oh no more please! I change my mind I’ll do the longer time. Please stop. What’s that? No no please”
He now applied a stiff leather harness over the hood which consisted of several wide straps that were designed to further torture my poor gagged mouth, the harness served no purpose other than to increase my suffering. I was already incapable of making any noise louder than a faint cry for mercy. The first strap ran under my chin and up over my head. He fed the end of the strap through the buckle grabbed the end of the strap with both hands and pulled. He pulled so hard that he nearly lifted me off the ground and then he buckled it in place. I grunted at the addition pain. Next came the cruelest strap, the stiff wide mouth strap. Once fully tightened this strap would crush my lips even more and force the ball even further into my mouth. Again once the strap was ready to tighten he placed his hand on the back of my head with his arm straight so he could get the most leverage and he pulled the strap tighter and tighter until I screamed in agony.
MMMMMMMMMMMNNNGGGGPPPHH!!! No stop! Please oh please I can’t take this…
“I know Ms. Thompson it hurts. There is one last strap.”
Lastly a strap that went around my forehead that kept the chinstrap from slipping. This strap was also pulled as tight as he could make it but thankfully it didn’t really effect my gag that much. All of the harness straps were then locked in place with small padlocks.
My panic rose to a new level. The constant screaming inside my head was deafening but outside my tape and tight leather head bondage the room only heard the faint muffled sounds of a woman in the midst of a wild panic. I felt an aching sensation run through my body and to my head; it was excruciating. It was pain like I had never experienced before.
At the moment, I wanted to just grab my head and scream "stop the pain!" but I couldn't even use my hands at all, I was completely helpless against the pain I felt. All I could do was endure the pain and try to stop the panic running rampant through my mind.
My head was pounding form the incredible pressure of the severe gagging. It felt like my head was being crushed in a vice from all directions. My jaw was already cramping and now my gag reflex was nearly out of control. I prayed that eventually my throat would relax but for now I would have to suffer through the terrible gagging.
Stop stop stop… No more please… I can’t breathe I can’t breathe please take it off please… It hurts too much! Somebody please help me!
To complete my head bondage he fastened a stiff leather collar around my neck, which in combination with the rest of the gagging would make breathing even more difficult than it already was. The collar was about 5-inches in the front, which would keep my head up, and about 2 inches or so in the back where it buckled. He placed the collar around my tape-covered neck and pulled it tight and buckled it in place. Not convinced the collar was tight enough he tightened it one more notch to further restricting my breathing. I was forced to breathe in long slow drawn in breaths to get enough air. He now fit a small padlock on the collar making sure that the hood was not coming off without the proper key.
I again pleaded with my red tear-stained eyes to Mr. Carson. I screamed with all my strength in an attempt to get him to release me from the hellish gag, but he only heard a very faint muffled squeal.
“There. The gag is done. I know it is pretty intense Ms. Thompson but this is the price you chose to pay for your crime.” He then reached up and tied a rope to a ring at the top of the hood. He fed the rope through the pulley and tied the other end back to the ring in the hood for now. This effectively kept me in place.
Mr. Carson then removed all of my chains that I had worn from the courtroom. I was only bound from the head up, but that was about to change. He buckled thick leather wrist cuffs around both wrist and locked them on with small padlocks. He now untied one end of the rope attached to the ring at the top of the awful hood. He fed the end of the rope through the steel ring on each of the wrist cuffs.
What he did next was truly sadistic. He pulled both wrists behind my back and folded them up toward the base of my neck. Instant pain in my shoulders and arms. He then began to pull upwards on the rope. The pain seemed to double, but he continued to pull. Once my wrists were almost touching my neck and I was up on my tiptoes he tied the rope off. Since the rope was fed through the pulley and connected to the top of my hood, it forced my head up and increased the tension on the already unthinkably cruel gag. Any movement downward movement of my arms, there was no way I could move them up, increased the tension on my gag.
I was frantically squirming now and screaming wildly into the sadistic multi-layered gag, my painfully distended jaw working futilely to dislodge the gag, muffled grunts were the only sound that escaped my throat.
“I know what that must feel like Ms. Thompson, I have done this many, many times to hundreds of women, but I am not done yet, so calm down so I can get back to work. Or do you want another day?”
The threat of any more time spent like this got me to calm down but I continued to scream.
He bent down and removed my shoes, which made me just that much shorter which made my gag even tighter. From underneath the table he produced a thick wood board with hundreds of dowels about and inch long sticking out of it. The dowels were sharped to a rounded off point. He sat it down in front of me. I had no idea what it could be but unfortunately I was going to find out. He asked me to take a step back as best I could. Not wanting to get another day I did as I was told. He slid the board forward where my feet were.
“Okay Ms. Thompson please step up onto the board.”
I knew that being barefoot standing on that board with all those spikes was not going to feel very good, but I did as I was told. The pain was immediate and intense. Then he fastened a strap tightly around my ankles. Surely he didn’t think I would be able to stand on this for the entire time did he? I did get a bit of relief from the tightness of the gag when I stepped up onto the board, small consolation and very short lived.
He now began to turn a winch that slowly began to raise the chain attached to my hood. Ever so slowly the tension on my gag and my tortured shoulders increased. He kept cranking the winch until I was on tiptoes and then he gave a few more turns. I was nearly suspended from my head. The tension and pressure on the gag was incredible and my arms pulled up so agonizingly up toward my neck seemed to be just about to be pulled out of their sockets.
I screamed into the gag in pain.
MMMMMMMMMMNNNNGGGGGGMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!
“Okay. All done. I’ll start the clock to begin your punishment. I’ll be back in 8 hours Ms. Thompson.” And he left, locking the door behind him. I was left to suffer, alone.
Noooooooooooooo!!! Please you can’t leave me like this. Come back pleeeeeeease! PLEASE! I silently pleaded
I had no idea how I was going to stand this awful gag and bondage for the entire time. I continued to silently beg the empty room. Please God, make them release me. I can't take this. Please God. Please please God................." I was desperate for release and my punishment had just started.
7:58:13 Remaining
After a while my pain turned into absolute terror and I found myself breathing harder and harder in an attempt to get enough air. I continued to try to swallow the saliva that was continuously running down my throat making me retch off and on. I was now just barely able to breath through my nose due to the crying. I sucked hard desperate breathes through the tiny tube in the huge ballgag. The harder I sucked in air it seemed the less air I got.
My lungs burned for precious air. I just knew that I was going to suffocate to death, but there is no way to tell anyone I couldn’t make a sound, I wasn’t sure they would do anything anyway. How could anyone not choke, I thought to myself. I was soon unable to swallow the huge amount of saliva pouring down my throat and I could feel it rise up in my throat. It was beyond my control, now the gagging was constant and sheer terror hits me. I had to stop gagging but the gag was packed too tight, and I now begin to gag uncontrollably.
Panic. I began to struggle and thrash about wildly in my stringent bondage, it got me no closer to getting free or even the slightest bit of relief, I was just blindly panicking. I was constantly screaming, not exactly for help, although that is what I wanted more than anything, I was screaming to get some kind of release from my insane panic.
7:06:45 remaining
After what seemed like hours I got control of my gagging and I finally calmed down and just stood there in pain. Defeated, I now just waited gagged tighter than I ever imagined was possible. The tightness of the all the layers of the gag was overwhelming. I could not even get a tiny bit of slack in my awful gag to give any relief to my poor jaw. My defeat was total and overwhelming.
Thank God for the breathing tube in the ballgag, my nose was so plugged from crying that with out it I would suffocate for sure. I had figured out that if I drew in long slow breaths I could get enough air eventually but panic made this incredibly difficult. No sound could escape my over-filled mouth. All I could only feel was the leather and tape holding in the enormous gag so tightly; no other input was available, only the cruel agony of the ultra-tight gag and the ever present fear of suffocation.
All I could do was wait. Wait until someone came back to my tiny cell and freed me from this hell. As I waited I was still unable to avoid the horrific pain I was forced to endure. As my mind began to spin out of control again my heart began beating so hard it felt like it was going to break through my chest. A fiery hot sweat was now covering my entire body. It felt like my skin had another hot skin on the outside. It seemed I could feel each pore filling up with the boiling sweat. I felt that I couldn’t breathe and my jaw hurt so badly.
My arms and shoulders were now beginning to cramp very badly. The wood dowels poking the bottom of my tender feet hurt so badly that I was sure they were pouring blood. I would have done anything he wanted just to have him loosen any part of my cruel gag and bondage even the slightest amount. I was in hell and I had just begun day one!
6:21:57 Remaining
My jaw hurts so much. This gag is way too much. I think I might choke to death. What if I choke? I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe. I need more air. Oh God I gotta get out… Help me someone… I’m gonna choke… I’m gonna suffocate. I need air! Please I gotta get out. Now! Heeeeeeelllpppp meeeeeeeee… I silently begged to no one at all.
The next few hours were a continual cycle of thinking about how I could get out of this awful punishment and insane panic. I had no choice but to stand on the awful dowel board and suffer the torturous gagging. Every so often I would hear voices or the sound of heels on the floor and I would start screaming and struggling in hopes of release. When no help came I would stand quietly for a few minutes, and think about what was happening to me, about the implacable bonds holding me and the horrible mistake I had made. The minutes turned to hours as I continued my desperate attempts to get even the slightest slack; the tiniest bit of relief from the constant strain of the awful bondage holding me it was a hopeless fight.
4:29:01 Remaining
Is he coming back? Where is he? Where is he? What if he isn’t coming back? This whole thing might a cruel joke. He might never untie me! He might just leave me like this. Oh my God no no no no Oh God please Come back. Please let me out. I have to get out NOW!
My mind was frozen with total panic. I just let out one continuous scream and I began thrash wildly in my awful bondage. I was now hyperventilating. I was desperate to be free of my torturous bondage. The panic I had felt earlier coming was nothing compared to this. I went crazy again, I began thrashing around as much as my stringent bonds would allow, which wasn’t much. All I did was cause myself more pain but I couldn’t help myself. My mind was a blank, no thought, just outright panic.
3:01:25 Remaining
Oh my God I can’t do that again. I’ve got to remain calm. Try not to focus on the pain. Think about something else. Just breathe and try to relax. Don’t look at the clock…. My feet! Fuck my feet hurt so much. I can’t stand it! I can’t stand it… Ok. Feel the pain. Let it flow over you. Don’t fight it. Go with it…No! My shoulders are killing me. Why won’t they stop cramping? Please let me out of this. Please! Gotta relax. Relax. Just try to relax… It hurts so much! I can’t stand any more…
Just as I felt I was handling the pain another new wave of pain would rip through some part of my body and bring me back to my terrible predicament. The pain would come in waves of intensity, sometimes sharp twinges, sometimes dull pounding, all around, inside my body never the same and always the pain seemed to be growing and building with each passing second.
All control was taken from me; there was no avoiding the pain being inflicted on me. The tight bondage kept from moving off the terrible dowel board tormenting my poor feet. This was a slow form of meditative torment, absolutely cruel. Without the ability to move or speak at all I was forced to dwell on my sorry state while I watched the clock tick off a second every hour. Every ache and pain was intensified greatly. Pain, suffering and fear was my entire world. I was afraid that I was going insane from the pain and that I might never return to a pain-free reality, I would never be able to leave my current state of unimaginable agony.
2:19:06 Remaining
Even if I were able to speak at this moment I would be unable to coherently describe the nature and extent of my sufferings. Let it suffice to say that, when I wished I were dead, I was absolutely serious. My head. Unbelievable. My mouth felt as if it were being pried open with a crowbar and at the same time being crushed in a vice from all sides. The pounding in my ears from the unbearable pressure of the brutal gag made the rushing of the blood in my head seem like a raging river. My head felt as if it would explode.
Every passing moment was a new experience in pain. A constant stream of drool poured from the breathing tube sticking out of the ballgag. When I would suck in the limited amount of air that I could get through the narrow breathing tube the stream of saliva would suck back up into the tube making a watery gurgle. Beneath my tape and leather bondage nightmare of a gag my head was drenched in sweat from my violent struggles. My eyes were red, watery and burning not just from crying but also from the pressure of the crushing gag. My horribly distended jaw was a fierce agony.
I tried again and again to bite down on the huge rubber mass, to try to chew through the ball but to no avail it was just too big for me to move my mouth at all making swallowing next to impossible. Saliva just ran down my throat ensuring that I was constantly gagging. I tried over and over to adjust the giant mass filling my mouth to get any relief from the pain in my jaw and the terrible gagging but to no avail.
I was crying non-stop, but my sobbing was completely muffled by the humungous gag stuffing my mouth. I wished that I would pass out but bound like I was I worried that I might just choke to death. I just screamed and screamed into my terrible gag uncontrollably. The screams inside my head were deafening but the empty room only heard almost inaudible squeals of a foolish woman in sheer pain. The empty room stood watch as I gasped for air and fought uselessly to expel the awful gag. There was no way to get a full breath. All I could do was cough and gag and try to get as much air as I could, which was almost none.
1:49:16 Remaining
I was unaware of what was happening outside my tiny prison as I watched the seconds ever so slowly tick by. A watched pot never boils and a watched clock when you are cruelly bound and hideously gagged never seems to move at all. I had not been able to move off of the pegboard since Mr. Carson left. I simply stood there bound and gagged and watched the clock.
Oh my God come on come on! I begged time. Please come back early let me out now please. I can’t take one more second… please let me out now! But all my begging and crying didn’t help at all. I was stuck until my time was up. Oh fuck what if something happened? What if they forgot me? My panic was beginning to grow once again. What if this is all a cruel trick and they are going to leave me here to die like this? Oh God no. No No No… Out of control panic yet again.
0:00:00:28 Remaining
At long last my horrible punishment was nearly over. The last few seconds seem to take an eternity. Then right on cue the door opened and Mr. Carson calmly walked in.
“How are we doing Ms. Thompson? Don’t bother to try to answer; I know you can’t, I’m sorry. I’ll get you untied right away. When I loosen the rope to the top of your hood you may feel quite weak so please try your best to remain standing.”
First he unbuckled the strap around my ankles. He was right when he released the rope to my hood my knees buckled and he had to catch me or I would have fallen to the floor like a sack of cement. He helped me step off of the pegboard, which caused the pain in my poor feet to instantly double. I didn’t even have the strength to scream anymore, I just moaned deeply.
After a moment I found the strength to stay standing without aid and he began to remove the cruel multi-layered gag. After unlocking the many lock on the harness and collar layer after layer of tape was removed I could feel the pressure becoming less and less. Un winding the tape took quite a while; there were so many layers. Mr. Carson produced the key to the ballgag, unlocked the padlock and worked the massive gag from my pain filled jaws. My mouth seemed to be locked open and drool literally dumped out of my mouth, I just stood there and drooled all over myself.
“Don’t worry you’ll be able to close your mouth in a few minutes but I am afraid your jaw will be quite sore tonight. Here let me free your arms…” He said as he began to release my arms. Instant relief. I was free.
“Ok Ms. Thompson. You can rest now. I suggest you get all the rest you can you’re going to need it. Someone will bring you some food in few minutes, I suggest you eat well, you will need your strength for the coming days believe me. You can sleep in the corner there if you like. Not very comfortable I know but a lot more comfortable than the last eight hours I guess. Remember this was only day one. You have at least eight more days if you don’t misbehave. See you in the morning Ms. Thompson.” He said as he left the room. I saw a smile on his lips as he turned away.
story continues in part two
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