Part 9
“On your knees, head down, hands behind your back,” Eva snapped. Not wishing to risk the electric shock, I immediately got in position.
“In future, if not already restrained or in the process of serving me, you will assume that position the instant you see me,” Eva commanded. “Nod to show that you understand.”
I nodded.
“Tie her up, Gina,” Eva instructed, passing her the rope.
A few minutes later, I was sitting on the sofa very tightly bound with my arms behind my back, elbows nearly touching, legs tied at knees and ankles and an agonizingly taut crotch rope between my legs. Rope criss-crossed under, over and across my breasts, squeezing and constricting them and adding to my discomfort. A large ball gag filled my mouth, and the straps cut into my cheeks.
Her task apparently complete, Gina left the room, dropping the electric prod on the table as she went. Eva grinned and started to play with my breasts and pull gently, then not so gently on my crotch rope, making me wince.
“I have complete control of you, Emma,” she told me. “No one will come to save you in the next few days, months or even years. You are totally mine to do what I like with. You have no choice but to comply. You can rebel, cause yourself a lot of pain and suffering, and then comply anyway, so choose to go easy on yourself. Let me give you one small example of what I can do to you for a minor transgression.”
She picked up the prod and waved it in front of me. My eyes tracked it, wide with fear. Suddenly, Eva pressed it to my left thigh and shocked me. The pain was intense. My whole body jerked involuntarily, and I screamed through the gag. I took several minutes to recover.
“Now imagine that applied to your breasts, between your legs. Imagine multiple shocks,” Eva continued. “I don’t want to do any of that to you, Emma, so just be a good girl and we’ll get along fine. Now relax, I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I have some things to show you.”
She opened the laptop and turned on the tv. A few keystrokes and the premises where Jeannie and I worked appeared on the tv screen.
“I hacked all your cameras and alarm systems, “Eva told me with some pride. “I can turn each camera on or off, the same with each alarm. It was very simple to extract you without being seen. We turned them on again after we left, so if I wind back a bit…to here, you can see Alice freeing Jeannie. She was less than three hours in that hogtie as it turned out.
Tears streamed down my face as I saw how long it took for Jeannie to be able to even sit up after Alice had untied her and how much pain she was in as she tried to walk.
“Oh, and look at this,” said Eva, ignoring my tears.
The view changed to our lounge at home. Alice and Jeannie were sitting on the sofa, Jeannie still looking as if she was in a lot of pain. They were discussing what had happened and we could hear every word.
“Yes, we installed secret cameras and microphones in your house weeks ago,” Eva boasted. “It’s all been recorded, everything you have talked about in every room. Plus, it’s been very entertaining seeing what the three of you get up to.” She smiled at me, knowingly.
I felt suddenly sick as I thought of all our intimate discussions and our sex lives being recorded and gloated over by Eva and who knows who else. I focused on their discussion.
“Jeannie, I know you feel terrible, but try to think,” Alice was saying. “Were there any clues as to their identities, anything at all? I’ve called the police, and they will be here in a few minutes. But please try to recall something, any sort of lead we can give them to help find Emma.”
“I don’t know,” said Jeannie in a croaky faltering voice. “I can’t think at the moment, I don’t…” Her eyes closed and her utterings became unintelligible. Eva closed the laptop and the tv went blank.
“They don’t have anything,” she said. “I made sure of that. And even if they think of me, it is very unlikely that the police will track me down. I have a completely new look and identity now. But even if somehow the police come here, Madam Gillespie had some measures in place to hide her slaves if that sort of event arose. I have to say they are not very pleasant measures for the slaves, but very effective. Hopefully, we will not need to use them.”
She got up and picked up the laptop.
“Understand, Emma, the chances of you being found and rescued are just about zero and the sooner you accept that, the better. From now on, if I feel that you are becoming emotional at the thought of your past life with Alice and Jeannie, you will be severely punished. That part of your life is over. You belong to me in totality. Come to terms with that from this point on.”
I sat and listened in helpless and uncomfortable silence.
“Now…” she carried on, looking at the clock on the wall, “it’s around 5pm and I have things to do. I will be back later this evening, as I have some preparations to make with you.” I worried as to what that meant.
“I like how you look when you are in strict and uncomfortable bondage,” Eva continued. “A gorgeous expression of submission, helplessness and futility comes over you. I know you are used to bondage but a lot of the times when Alice put you in storage, it was simply restraint. I want you to get used to frequent very strict bondage where considerable pain and discomfort are involved. You will remain tied as you are for the next three hours or so.”
Eva strode out of the room taking the electric prod with her. I struggled to lie on the sofa and get into some sort of semi-comfortable position. The ropes were very tight, and I knew it was going to be a painful three hours. I closed my eyes and as I thought of Alice and Jeannie and my current situation, the tears returned. For a few minutes, I sobbed and sobbed. Tears streamed down my cheeks and down my chest over my tightly tied breasts. Yet, having allowed myself a short meltdown, I started to pull myself together. Yes, I thought, there is always hope, no matter what Eva says or thinks. I need a plan. And as the ropes and gag became progressively more and more painful, I focused my mind on a survival strategy that optimized my chances of escape or rescue.
Eventually, Eva returned. “That’s the look,” she exclaimed. “You are totally dependent on me to ease your suffering, and you have accepted that. In fact, as my slave, you are completely dependent on me for everything as I’m sure you realize. For now, I expect you would like me to untie you. Well, I may, depending on how you please me. Not a sound, slave, when I take the gag out.”
Eva undid the gag and, to my great relief, pulled it out. She then sat on the sofa, kicked off her shoes and pulled up her skirt, revealing that she was not wearing anything underneath. She draped one long, elegant leg over the back of the sofa, leaning back as she did so. The other leg was supporting her from the floor.
“I think you know what to do, slave,” she said. “And I think you know what will happen if you don’t do it. The electric prod is on a hook just outside the door.”
Her beautiful face had a hard glint in her eye. I gazed at her, weighing up my options, the tight ropes digging into me ever more painfully. I closed my eyes, wriggled forward, thought of Alice and Jeannie, and buried my head between her legs. A few minutes later, Eva’s back was arching in orgasm and her moans were reverberating around the room. As I wriggled back, I couldn’t help allowing a brief expression of disgust to flit across my features. Thankfully Eva didn’t notice.
Eva got up slowly and stood over me.
“You are very good at that, slave, I’m impressed,” she said, her face flushed. “You’ve earned some freedom, for a while anyway.”
To my great relief, she untied me, and I was able to stretch my arms and legs and get some feeling back into my hands. I got up off the sofa and walked around the room in a wobbly fashion, my only restraint being the chain on my ankle. Eva sat on the sofa and watched me with an amused look in her eyes. Then her expression hardened.
“Kneel, slave!” she ordered pointing to the floor at her feet. I did so and looked up at her.
“Head down, hands behind your back,” she snapped, pushing my head down. “That is your last warning, slave. When I order you to kneel, or you see me at any time, you will instantly assume that position unless you are already bound. Fail to do so and I will apply the electric prod somewhere much more painful than your thigh.” She paused, and I stayed in position, my head submissively lowered.
“Good. Now, this is how it’s going to work here. Your sole purpose here is to please me. You have no other duties. Meals and other necessities will be provided to you. You will be physically restrained to some degree at all times. Frequently, you will be put in severe and long duration bondage as I derive great enjoyment from seeing you suffer in these positions. You will be gagged by various means for a substantial proportion of each day. Additionally, expect to be punished from time to time, even if you have not committed any transgressions. This is all part of being a slave and will reinforce your status in your mind. You may look at me and confirm that you understand.”
Slowly I raised my head and gazed at her beautiful face. “Yes Mistress, I understand,” I said meekly, and deferentially lowered my head again.
“This apartment is your home. You will keep it in spotless condition at all times or suffer the consequences. The lights will be turned off remotely at 11 pm and a buzzer will give you fifteen minutes advance warning of this. Lights will be turned on at 7.30 am and the buzzer will sound again. You will have until 8 am to get yourself up and prepared to receive your slave orders. The only people you will interact with will be me, slave Lara, and Gina – and in due course possibly some of my guests. Look at me.”
I raised my head again. Eva cupped my face in her hands and looked deep into my eyes.
“You will come to love me, Emma, with the deep love of a slave for her mistress. We both know that this will happen, and it will happen quickly. You and I will have a wonderful life here, and it starts now.” She leant forward and kissed me deeply. I responded as passionately as I could bear, and we broke apart and gazed at each other intently.
Eva smiled in an almost maternal fashion at me and got up. “Relax for the rest of the evening, and sleep well, slave,” she said and left the room, closing the door behind her.
I got up off my knees and walked around stiffly for a few minutes before collapsing on the bed. It had been a long and highly stressful day.
The buzzer woke me at 10.45 and I staggered through to the bathroom, returning to the bed before the lights went out at 11.00. The ever-present feel of my ankle chain and the pitch black that descended after the lights extinguished reminded me of how little control I had over my conditions. Nevertheless, exhaustion overcame me, and I fell into a deep sleep, awaking with a start to the morning buzzer. I quickly hurried to the bathroom and was sitting on the bed, ready, when I heard footsteps approach. Fearing it was Eva, I swiftly got on my knees, put my hands behind my back and lowered my head. I relaxed as there was a timid knock on the door and Lara entered with my breakfast, a bag and an envelope. As before, she was naked, chained hand and foot and the ball gag was locked in her mouth. She placed my breakfast on the table, passed the envelope to me and then proceeded to take items out of the bag and place them on the bed. In fascination, I watched her lay out wrist and ankle chains, a metal collar, ball gag and a wide metal belt. There were also a number of padlocks, all of which were open but without keys. Lara turned her back to me and left, closing the door. At no point had she looked at me; it was as if I wasn’t present in the room. I opened the envelope with some trepidation.
“Welcome to your first full day as my slave, Slave Emma,” it read. “This is just the first day of many thousands yet to come. Enjoy your breakfast. You will then put on all the equipment supplied; note that it all must be locked in place with the padlock provided. All restraints must be applied tightly as any slackness in application will be punished. The wrist cuffs are to be fastened so that your arms are in front of you. You will then proceed to clean and tidy your apartment and be ready in position at 9.30 am. The cleaning equipment is in the cupboard in the bathroom.” It was signed “Mistress”.
I heaved a sigh, and sat down to eat my breakfast, worrying about what was in store for me today and hoping that the police would arrive and rescue me. On finishing my food, with a heavy heart, I began to put on first the ankle cuffs, then the waist belt followed by the collar, taking care that they were all tight before clicking the padlocks in place. Taking a deep breath, I then inserted the large ball in my mouth and pulled the straps tightly round the back of my head before buckling it in place. There was no way I could push the ball out with my tongue and I could already feel the straps digging into the corners of my mouth. Hoping it was tight enough to satisfy Eva’s demands, I clicked the padlock in place. Finally, I cuffed and locked my hands in front me, the chain leaving me about a foot of slack. Checking the clock, I saw that I had around forty minutes to clean the apartment and get in position. The ankle chains allowed me to shuffle along taking tiny steps and I soon found the cleaning equipment and started my task. By 9.28 I was, as demanded, a naked, chained slave kneeling in a submissive position waiting for my mistress.
At exactly 9.30, the door swung open and I could see enough from my deferential position to determine that it was Eva. She was pulling a gagged, chained and sobbing Lara along by what looked like a painful set of nipple clamps.
“How dare you be late, you should have picked these things up half an hour ago,” Eva scolded, indicating my breakfast dishes. “Don’t think I have finished punishing you, nowhere near. Take these to the kitchen now and then wait for me in your cell.”
Eva let go of the nipple clamp chain with one final wrench, eliciting a scream from Lara through the gag. As Lara hurriedly picked up the tray and shuffled out the door, I saw she had multiple fiery red lines across her backside. I felt sorry for her.
“Get up, slave!” Eva commanded. I struggled to my feet and stood, head still down. Eva walked round me, pulling at all the restraints I had locked on myself.
“Cuffs good, collar good, gag good, waist belt, nothing like tight enough. She pulled my head up, fixed me with a piercing glare and smiled at me nastily.
“You’ve earned your first punishment, slave.”
Producing a key, she unlocked the padlock, unbuckled the belt and proceeded to pull it extremely tight, so that I could hardly breathe, before locking it back in place.
“When I say tight, I mean tight, slave,” she snapped at me. “Now let’s check your room.”
I stood there breathing in shallow gasps, dreading that my cleaning might not be up to her incredibly exacting standards, as Eva started her inspection. A few minutes later she came over to me. She grabbed my hair, pulled my head up and fixed me with that glare again.
“I found dust in one of the corners near the shower,” she snapped at me. “A second punishment coming your way, slave and it’s only 9.45. At this rate, it’s going to be a very painful week for you. I’m going to enjoy this! Stay there!” She left the room.
This was the other side of Eva, I realized, very different from the one who hugged and kissed me yesterday. A few seconds later, she reappeared holding a length of rope and some nasty looking nipple clamps.
“Hold out your hands,” she ordered, and proceed to loop the rope round the chain between my wrists. She then pulled my arms up, over my shoulders and down my back before tugging hard and tying the rope off to my waist belt. This caused severe pain in my shoulder joints, particularly the one I damaged falling over yesterday. She then attached the clamps, seeming to delight in my squeals as she applied each one. She bent down and unlocked the chain on my ankle with another key, then pulled her phone out of her pocket.
“Gina. Please get Slave Lara and bring her to dungeon number one. I want to punish both slaves at the same time. Yes…I’ll see you there.”
Tugging on the nipple chain, she led me out of the room and down the corridor.