Laysan: Keys

Thread 1: Part 17

Laysan

Keys

(here) - recently

It's my birthday. I'm sad though, because Paty has to go off to a conference overseas for two weeks for work. The women from the BC will take care of me, but I'm going to miss her a lot. For some reason, I feel a lot of anxiety about this trip.

The past two months, on the other hand, have been, perhaps, the happiest of my entire life. After I started to talk again and had forgiven Paty and Gardner for flogging me, it seems that there was a shift in my perspective. I must have let go of some sort of resistance regarding my place in the world. I am a lesbian, bondage, love slave, after all, and I began to embrace all aspects of the roll.

Laysan: Scar Tissue

Thread 1: Part 16

Laysan

Scar Tissue

(here) - recently

I revived quickly when we arrived home and I saw the two gifts waiting for Paty. I was excited to find out what Gardner had made Paty as my present.

Paty and I were waiting for Gardner to come out of the bathroom. Paty sat me in a chair and held up a finger as if to say that I should wait. She left the room briefly and when she returned she had a small electronic device of some kind which she set on a shelf and fiddled with.

I jumped suddenly when I heard a quiet pop. Slowly, Paty's voice amplified centered inside my head.

"Can you hear me, Laysan?" she asked as she spoke in the direction of the device. I smiled. She had a microphone. "Can you hear me?" she asked again.

Laysan: Gathering of the Benedetta Carlini

Thread 1: Part 15
Laysan

Gathering of the Benedetta Carlini

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For Paty's birthday the BC was throwing a big party for her in the Benedetta Carlini room. Gardner came over to get me ready to go to the party.

"As always, Gardner, you are so beautiful. Oh, Cool!" I exclaimed as she arrived. "Is this my gift to Paty? Two boxes?"

"This one is your gift. You're going to love how it turned out. Uh-uh! No touch!" Gardner playfully smacked at my hand. "This other box contains my gift to her."

"Neat! What is it?" I asked.

"Something for you to wear tonight," Gardner smiled.

Laysan: Rules pt. 2

Thread 1: part 14
Laysan

Rules pt. 2

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Ever since our mountain trip, Paty had set up a constant stream of people to come and visit me in her mansion. Someone came almost every day and I would help them by doing whatever menial tasks in their field of study that I could. Paty was still working long hours, but I was happy to have the companionship of the various women of the BC.

I wore my forever collar, bracers, and chains almost constantly. I even slept and bathed in them. Other than that I continued to wear nothing else most of the time. So, even though the women of the BC never commanded me to do anything in particular or treated me as a servant or slave, still there was a sense, at least in my own head, that if they had asked me to serve them, I would out of deference to our positions. And, quite frankly, I reveled in the idea of being a slave. Particularly, Paty's slave.

Laysan: Rules pt. 1

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Laysan

Rules pt. 1

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A week and a half later, I was sitting in the utility room leading to the garage waiting for Paty to finish running around the mansion preparing for our long weekend in the mountains. The past few days had been nice with my re-found freedoms. I wasted the time in the most wonderful ways. For example, I'd had several long baths. One day I lazed around on the couch eating popcorn until I became ill. I cranked the stereo and pranced around the halls naked singing at the top of my lungs. I even spent a messy afternoon trying to cook my favorite Asian dish with decidedly mixed results.

Each morning, I woke up later and later. Since I am no longer in need of handlers, Petrel installed a new app on my tablet computer that allows me to lower my cage from above the lights on my own as long as I am in a prescribed time window. Whenever I raise or lower my cage, a message is sent out to a number of people.

Each day, it seems, I found myself lounging around in my cage longer and longer before climbing out. I even started to climb in a raise myself back up before Paty came home in the evening to read and rest. It just felt more comfortable, I guess. Safe.

Laysan: Surveil

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Laysan

Surveil

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I felt the most awesome sense of contentment when I awoke. Some deliciously heavy blanket was laying on top of me. It felt like something that would get draped across you when you are getting x-rays in the hospital, but softer and more flexible. I was so warm and relaxed. I didn't want to open my eyes. I scrunched up into a ball, flexing the sleep from my muscles, then I began to stretch my arms up and point my toes.

A tremendous yawn erupted from within me, but it was arrested suddenly when I realized how awesome a yawn it was. I had not been able to really yawn for a month. Sure. I yawned, but they were always sad stunted yawns with air whistling through the air spaces in my gag. They were hardly satisfying.

My gag was gone!

Laysan: A Measure of Things to Come

Thread 1: Part 11
Laysan

A Measure of Things to Come

(here) - recently

Paty was already at home when we arrived. Apparently Ceylon had called her at work and informed her of my "event". Before we had even made it out of the garage, she came running from the house.

"Are you ok?" she asked as she pulled me close to her.

Thread 1: In Paradise and Chains, part 2

Thread 1, Part 10
Laysan

In Paradise and Chains, part 2

(here) - recently

Sometimes my handler would take me outside to walk over the hills and forest of Paty's large property. One day towards the end of my month of silence, Corwin took me outside on a chilly, breezy fall day. Despite the cooler temperatures, the sun felt wonderful against my naked flesh. I found a soft spot in a cool patch of clover on the side of a grassy hill where I was protected from the breeze but fully exposed to the sun. I lazily stared into the deep dark blue of the cloudless sky.

Corwin appeared before me with her jacket zipped up tight and her hood drawn down over her face. She grabbed my leash and pulled me urgently to my feet.

"Sorry, Laysan," she said quietly, "we need to get inside. I have to go."

Inventory: Three

We’re so sorry, dear little chickens. You perhaps thought that we had gone away and left you to go pluck yourselves. We are here. Busy as ever. Working on new ways to thrill and entertain you. Our Little Shop of Bondage is still open and items are rolling out the door - same as ever.

Thread 3: Burden of the Damned, Chapter 1

Thread 3, Part3
Laurel

Burden of the Damned

(there) - thousands of years ago

Chapter 1

On a distant, remote mountainside…

The sun was shining again, but it only appeared from behind the clouds long enough to tease Laurel with its warmth before sliding below the horizon. Laurel crouched shivering, soaking wet. A storm had formed and burst from overhead, at first with large freezing drops of water. The storm began to ravage the mountainside, and for a while, it continued to grow and the rain became mixed with small chunks of hail. Laurel scrambled as close to trunk of a small tree as her chain allowed, but it provided little shelter from the stinging pellets of ice.

Eventually the torrent of water eased to a steady slow rain. Laurel opened her mouth and let the drops fill her mouth, quenching her growing thirst. She thought perhaps she should avoid drinking so as to more quickly slip into Clairambulance. They said that once one achieves the state of Clairambulance the craving for physical necessities drastically numbs. But, Laurel cursed her lack of willpower and eventually drank as much rainwater as she could.

As the darkness drew in, the breeze began to chill Laurel, her clothes soaked through and through. Her spasms of shivers set her chains jingling occasionally. “That was unpleasant,” she thought to herself, though she knew that it was only a shadow of the weather extremes that she would see in the future, desperately bound, as she was, to the side of that remote mountain.

She closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to when she tried to save Evvy from the demons of the Hollow Well.

ER: Dark Tetrad

Dark Tetrad

It’s a quiet day on the island. The sun is out. The winds are down. Not much is going on. There is too little funding at the moment to gate or time travel. Everyone has a bit of free time.

Eroticas Rehabilitas: Nikki is a Doll

We are unsure of her background, but she certainly is on our radar now. Her name is Tandy and she has made our list of Nemeses. We call her The Doll Maker.

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Case file:
Doll Girl

Over 10000 Customers Served

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Inventory: Two

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Novel: In Paradise and Chains

Thread 1: Part 9
Laysan

In Paradise and Chains

(here) - recently

I was awoken every morning at the same time. I was bathed, shaved, and shampooed the same way every morning. I was fed my five liquid meals at the same time every day. I even started to pee and poop at the same times. That made it easier for my handlers to deal with me.

Eroticas Rehabilitas: Nemeses

“I can’t stand it anymore! This is like a bad episode of Teen Titans! Come on! Let’s do something!” OMG, Alexis never stops talking!