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.



I nodded my head and smiled. I felt bad that she had to leave work because of me. I was also concerned that I had ruined the birthday surprise that Alba and Ceylon were developing. I mean, I don't normally go to Ceylon's workshop without a specific purpose. Maybe that is why they had attached the two new chains. Alba and Ceylon could explain that I had gone simply to get the new "accessories".

If Paty noticed the new chains, she didn't seem to be at all interested in them. She pulled me through the halls of her mansion to a private office and helped me sit on a soft, deep couch. Then she ran off to bring me food and water, while Alba checked my pulse. Next, she unlocked my left elbow cuff to check my blood pressure. As soon as she was satisfied with the reading, she re-secured the cuff.

"Everything seems normal," Alba said when Paty had returned and started feeding me. "I think maybe today's adventures simply caused us to get slightly off schedule with her meals. Maybe her blood sugar was off. I don't see any reason why it would happen again. Regardless, we should really make sure that we stick to the feeding schedule."

Paty nodded her head and then looked to me where I sat curled up on the couch. "We have worried about the long term effects of living on your liquid diet, love. I believe that you are getting all ideal amounts of calories, protein and everything, but we just want to make sure. We don't want you to get sick or anything."

I nodded my head. I felt fine now. I could only assume that Alba was right.

"I'll go tell Monro that we need her to come over tonight," Alba said and she left the office.

Paty continued to stand over me looking concerned. I smiled at her and bobbed my head from side to side hoping to indicate that she should relax. Paty smiled back. "I'm sorry, my love. I don't want you to get hurt. Are you sure you're ok?"

I nodded my head with a little extra enthusiasm, hoping to ease her concern.

"I think I know what you are lacking," Paty said. "Heck! I know I know what I'm lacking. Cuddle Time!"

I nodded even more vigorously. Paty started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Naked Cuddle Time!"

After her clothes fell to the floor she sat on the couch and helped me climb on top of her - facing her - arranging all my leash chains around us. My bent knees straddled her waist and I settled down on top of her with my head on her shoulder. It always feels so nice to cuddle against the one you love - skin to skin. I closed my eyes and felt the rise and fall of her chest.

"I miss this so much," Paty whispered. "Less than a week until you get the gag out... Maybe you and I should go up to the mountains for a long weekend."

I smiled at her, nodding again and kissed her cheek.

"We'll just do normal things and, you know, act normal. Or at least as normal as you and I can be."

I nuzzled in a little more to her shoulder.

We sat quietly for a while simply enjoying each other's presence. I love Paty so much. She always takes the best care of me.

I started thinking about the two new chains that had been attached to my collar. I was wondering why they added them.I wanted to ask Paty. I pulled my head up and turned my head back and forth, rattling the links, as I did. Paty stroked my hair and pulled my head back to her shoulder. Ah, well. I had no idea how to ask a question that complex, particularly with my hands locked behind me, so I simply settled into her again and lazily drifted for a while.

Alba returned shortly. "Monro is on her way."

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That night I slept in my cage in the dungeon, but they did not hoist me up above the lights. I stayed down at waist level. Monro, who works nights as some kind of Network Operations specialist settled down at a desk with an array of tablets around her, with statuses of various systems. She also kept a watchful eye on me to make sure that I didn't have another episode.

I awoke in the middle of the night as I was rolling over. Monro saw that I was awake as I was rearranging all the chains dangling from my collar. She was sitting barefoot at the desk wearing a short, purple silk nighty with spaghetti straps that barely made it to her thighs. She smiled at me when she saw me looking at her, picked up a flower that was laying on the desk and walked over to my cage.

"Hello, gorgeous," she said.

I sleepily raised my eyebrows in response.

"Paty sent this beautiful rose down to you. She says it represents her love for you. How nice!"

She held the rose up near my head and I leant close to bars to breathe in the soft fragrance. I nodded my head and smiled.

"I guess I should go look for a vase somewh- Ow!" Monro stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked. "Thorns! That was fucking sharp!"

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After my panic episode, for some reason, each day my wrists were chained behind my back. After almost a month of wearing the chains, I found that their discomfort was not too bad. Regardless, being armless is a tremendous disability and I could not wait until the chains were removed at the end of each day simply so I could touch something.

Luckily, my handlers still did a great job of entertaining me. One day Moller and Albrect were practicing their lines for some scene that they were acting in. Albrecht's character was attempting to seduce Moller's somehow. All their lines were in Spanish, so, I'm not sure what they were saying. However, they kept asking me if I could sense the emotions that they were trying to project, to which I would respond in nods and shrugs. It was kind of fun focusing in on the nonverbal signals and the story that they tell.

I started thinking about what kind of stories I could tell using only emotion. Certainly I have learned a lot about nonverbal communication over the past month. Next time I wear the gag for an extended period of time, I should experiment more with expressing myself without words.

Another day, Gambia was working on some kind of paper for a scientifc journal about mammalian parthenogenesis and epigenetics. Even after sitting with her for four hours, I still have no idea what those are. I barely have any idea what the paper was about. I simply read the paper looking to make sure that the sequence of words made as much sense as possible. Gambia is really sweet, but she exists in a different world than most of the rest of us. It's one that normal people simply will never understand.

On the last day of my month of silence, Paty had moved a soft couch into the indoor gym. Originally, the gym contained a full length basketball court, but more recently the baskets had been removed and adjustable rock climbing structures filled the space. Paty and Bristle were practicing some fairly technical moves.

I wished that I could be climbing with them. My poor arms have probably withered away to nothing this past month. Bristle is always pretty buff, but Paty, too, was looking tough. Her arms had a definition that I had not noticed before.

They were doing the exact same maneuver over and over. It was almost like a choreography. Once they had perfected it, they added backpacks with weights and did the maneuvers again. Towards the end of the day Bristle even tried it blindfolded. She almost made it too, but it was a good thing that she had a harness on.

After the workout Paty and Bristle went off to the showers. 2'Ahlay had arrived. She led me up to Paty's room where she installed me in the flower cage with my center leash chain secured to the eye hook above and the two new leashes draped down to each side. I knelt in the cage, pulling at my chains, anticipating the end of my month of silence.

I was jolted from my day dreams by music and looked up to see Sandalwood strut into the room. I giggled pathetically and my mouth formed a wide smile. I hadn't seen Sandalwood all month. I didn't realize how much I missed her.

She strutted across the room in time with the music with a wicked smile on her face - looking at me from the corner of her eye. She twirled and started dancing to the music. I was quite impressed. I had no idea she was so graceful. She had obviously danced for many years.

After her high heels flew off in different directions, I was even more stunned. She started doing professional grade leaps and twirls. She looked more pumped than I'd seen her before too. Her legs were beautifully sculpted.

I felt a pang of depression for a moment. Everybody was working out and getting in great shape while I was wasting away in cages. I had the urge to go out and run a 5k or something.

I forgot about my depression quickly though, when Sandalwood ripped her silk blouse from her body - buttons tumbling across the floor in all directions. Her skirt quickly followed and soon after so did her bra and panties. She never missed a beat.

She danced up to my cage with a particularly seductive look on her face. As soon as she got to the bars she bent over backwards and kicked her legs up into a handstand. She held the handstand as she slowly lowered her legs into a perfect split from side to side. Then she rotated her legs ninety degrees so one leg was forward while the other was behind, maintaining the split throughout. She bent her forward knee, spun slowly around a full circle. Just as the song was ending she lowered her legs into a back bend and gracefully stood up right next to my cage.

I smiled, rattled my chains, and pathetically clapped my hands behind my back. She was smiling, positively glowing, breathing hard from her exertions. I have never seen her so beautiful.

I climbed up on my knees and shuffled to the edge of the platform and pressed my face between two bars. She climbed up onto the step ladder and kissed me on the lips. Her face was damp with perspiration. Then she kissed me again and again. And as she regained her breath, the kisses lasted longer and longer until they were no longer hello-kisses, but rather I-want-you-to-fuck-me-kisses. My favorite kind.

Her tongue slipped between my lips and ran along my teeth. Even after a month in place, I tried to defeat my gag and open my mouth in return with no luck, of course. My handicap did not deter her passion though. She pulled me against her. I felt her healthy busom press into my breasts. I felt her heat ooze into my soul between the cold bars that separated us.

As she began to descend, it was I who became breathless as the pent up energy from the past month surged through my body. She stopped for a moment to tease and playfully bite at my breasts, before she continued down my abdomen. I was becoming dizzy. My back arched a bit in ecstasy and I shuffled my knees apart to get a wider base to balance upon.

My gag may not allow me to talk, but it had no power over the moans that began to wrench from my throat.

Sandalwood grabbed my ass and pulled my hips forward until they were rammed into the bars of the cage. Her warm, wet tongue went deep and wide directly across my swollen sex. I knew it would take little more to send me over the edge.

"Girls! Stop that!" Paty yelled from behind Sandalwood. As I moaned in exasperation, Sandalwood's hands slipped away from my hips. Paty was waggling her finger at Sandalwood, saying "Uh, uh, uhh!" all the while maintaining a playful grin.

I whimpered and dropped back to a kneeling position. Sandalwood slinked across the room and curled up like a cat on the floor at the foot of Paty's bed, always with her eyes on me as though she were ready to pounce on me at the smallest opening.

Paty retrieved the stand for my cage and jacked my platform up enough to pull down the bars that held me inside. I continued to kneel, giggling at Sandalwood as she lay perfectly still waiting and watching. After Paty had lowered all the bars, Sandalwood stood up and slowly walked up to me again. She touched my stomach with the tip of her fingernail, then slowly walked around the platform, pulling up goosebumps as she dragged her finger around my torso.

I felt the platform shake a little and heard the rattle of metal. Sandalwood unlocked my elbow cuffs one by one and I heard the chain fall to the floor somewhere behind me. Next she unlocked the cuff from my left wrist. I sat frozen as she resumed her trip around the platform, once again using her fingernail to tease my tender flesh.

Once she was in front of me again, she climbed up on the step ladder until her head was even with mine. She pulled my arms in front of me and re-secured my left wrist. She kissed me softly on the lips, then pulled my manacled wrists up by the chain linking them and kissed the metal links.

She climbed up a few more steps of the ladder. With a sudden forceful yank that evicted a surprised whelp from within me, she pulled my chained wrists up towards the ceiling and secured them on some hook high above me. I was once again surprised by her strength. She left no doubt in my mind that she could position me in any manner that she saw fit. I felt a tremor of arousal wobble through the pit of my stomach. I would have done anything she wanted me to.

Sandalwood knelt before me and successively attached each side leash to some hook underneath the table. She left no slack in the chains. As my arms began to fatigue from being stretched up so high, I tried to rise to my knees but the side leashes snapped taut quickly and arrested any movement I had hoped to achieve. As it was, I was starting to have a hard time breathing and my wrists were starting to become sore.

Sandalwood stood on the platform directly in front of me - her crouch centimeters from my face. I could feel her warmth radiate from within her. Her hand reached around behind me and when it returned it contained a collection of straps and buckles which I quickly recognized as my head-harness-style blindfold. I sat without struggle as she darkened my world with the eyepads. I concentrated on breathing long and slow to calm myself as she yanked on my hair and jerked my head around adjusting and tightening straps.

A cool, narrow malleable band circled the narrowest point of my waist. I believe that it was made of highly flexible plastic. Someone's fingers pulled the band taut behind me. It was not Sandalwood. She still stood in front of me gently pressing my cheek against the soft down across her crotch. It might have been Paty, but I began to suspect it was my personal fashion designer, Gardner. For, the band which I now believed to be measuring tape kept being repositioned up the length of my waist.

The measuring continued up my chest recording the intimate details of my girth, the shape and size of each breast thoroughly documented. My nipples were pulled and pinched as the measuring tape slithered here and there across my skin. Hands cupped my breasts. Stretched as I was, though, their shape was more defined by the musculature of my torso than by gravity. For, I am only of average size. Not like Sandalwood.

I may have dreamt of larger boobs in the past, but I have grown to appreciate my modest size. I rarely wear clothes any more. Now in my 30s, time and insufficient support would have stretched my skin and muscles towards the ground had I been cursed with a more hefty pair. With my smaller bosom, I maintain a pleasant perkiness despite my bralessness. Ah! These are the freedoms afforded by slavery!

I have seen pictures of larger women with the base of their discolored breasts bound by cord or steel bands. It looks painful. I'm happy to say, I believe, that I will be an unlikely candidate to ever receive such a punishment.

The measurements continued and I shook involuntarily as the hands and tape explored the soft, sensitive skin of my armpits. Afterwards, the hands returned to gently cup my breasts. Meanwhile, Sandalwood yanked upward on my arms to free the wrist chain from whatever held it. As Sandalwood slowly lowered my arms, the weight of my breasts filled the pair of hands. When Sandalwood stopped my arms' descent, the hands playfully shook each breast for a moment until I felt the measuring tape resume its exploration around them.

Again, Sandalwood pulled my arms down until my hands rested upon the platform. A short, sharp yank on my leashes coaxed me to lower my head, while a gentle series of pats on my backside influenced me to raise my back end. As I achieved an apparently appropriate angle, the hands resumed a study of my breasts as the hung down from my chest.

I let forth a muffled yelp when Sandalwood landed a somewhat zealous slap on the side of my ass. I was unsure of her intentions until I felt her replace her hand on my backside and push gently. I settled my back end back onto the platform and rotated my legs out from under me. She guided my ankle around until I felt the top step of the ladder underneath my sole. All the while, she held me firmly by my leash, masterfully supporting me. I quivered at the thought of how easily I had seceded all of my control to Sandalwood and how confidently she assumed the task of manipulating me.

She guided my feet to the floor and pulled me by my leash a few steps across the room. After a pause and a few quick slaps on the backside of my right thigh, I found myself climbing the step ladder again. By count, I knew I was on the top step, but upon her urging I continued on stepping into the unknown. I lurched slightly, giggling as I felt the soft surface of the bed under my foot.

After my full weight was on the bed and Sandalwood had stabilized me, she pulled my wrists upward and pulled the loop of my arms and shackled wrists over her head and around her body. Together we lowered into a kneeling position on the bed. I had no option but to lean forward as she shuffled backwards pulling my locked wrists along. Finally my head came to rest on her lap. As she continued to move back I was forced up on my knees until my ass was thrust high in the air.

I felt her knees bounce up and down as she trapped the chains of my leash somehow underneath her removing my ability to rise from where my head rest. Resigned, I settled my face more firmly into her lap and enjoyed the perfume of her thighs while she began to stroke my hair.

I had almost forgotten that there were others in the room until with a bit of a flinch I felt a hand rest upon my up-raised back side. I truly began to writhe and moan when another finger began to stroke the lips of my sex which were heavy, wide and hungry. A rush of tingles surged from my breasts to the crown of my head as I felt something cool and foreign rest against the opening of my vagina. And a strangled, longing moan filled the room as the object slipped into me.

Sandalwood pulled my hair to one side and shushed me, pressing down on my shoulders in an attempt to settle me down. Still, I squirmed with desire. The phallus! It needs to be a little wider. It needs to have a more interesting terrain. Whoever was in charge needs to move it around a bit more. Unfortunately, once the phallus was sufficiently buried, it simply remained static.

Cool gel dribbled down onto my well exposed anus. I snorted and my gag whistled as a small finger spread the lubricant occasionally pressing into the opening loosening the muscle. I felt Sandalwood's breasts press into my back as she leant forward to hold me as still as possible. Regardless, I trembled and shook, grunting loudly, as a second phallus was slowly pressed into my ass.

I began to sway my backside back and forth trying to get the two inserts to interact in some way so as to tip my desire up over the edge. Whoever was driving was not doing so responsibly leaving me longing so hard after so long. I would have bitten a hole in Sandalwood's thigh out of frustration had I not had my jaw wired shut.

The mystery person's hands held my hips as the excitement that I so eagerly attempted to inflate inevitably subsided to a safe level. A hand left my right hip. I felt a mechanical click pop within my vagina and suddenly the phallus shoved within the lips of my sex began to swell. And even as it continued to grow a second click set forth the inflation of the second dildo impaling my ass.

The swelling sent me to a wonderful place of pleasant delirium where I prayed for some sort of cycle to drive and caress me. The swelling however simply continued until it reached a place that I did, but did not, like. It was too much. I thought I would burst. I froze in my gyrations and whimpered for mercy as I realized that the pleasant sensation I was feeling was pain.

Thankfully, the expansion of the phalli ceased leaving me tensed and afraid to move lest my insides tear my flesh and splatter to the bed. After an eternal moment I felt two clicks and the pair of devices shrank back to their original sizes. Bits of snot sputtered from my nose and saliva splattered through available fissures in my gag as I heaved in an attempt to regain my breath.

The hands behind me pressed against the soles of my feet. Sandalwood shuffled forward. This motion forced my thighs to slowly rotate back toward my calves. My hips lowered towards my ankles. I felt the dildos within me slowly conform to my new shape as Sandalwood pressed against my back and forced me into a small ball.

Once in position, I felt the two clicks and the inserts began, once again, to stretch my openings and press my insides away.

It was at some point during this inflation as I held my breath and nursed a ragged moan somewhere deep in my lungs that I came to a shocking revelation. My lovers were not engaging me in some form of entertainment. They were measuring me! They were measuring my insides, my cavities...

The dildos deflated again in due course. The hands behind me pulled on my ankles. Soon, I had been forced to lie flat on my stomach. The phalli contorted again, buried as they were deep within me.

My god! I am a slave! Alba was right long ago when she accused me of being a ten percenter. Since then I've given all control to them.

I felt the two clicks and whined again as the dildos expanded uncomfortably. Please don't hurt me, Mistresses!

I rely on my controllers for everything. Will I still be able to survive without them? Do I know when to eat, when to shit, when to talk without their help anymore?

My legs were trembling when the two dildos were deflated again. I don't even have control over my muscles any more.

The bed shook with the weight of people climbing on top of it. I felt a pair of hands grasp each ankle. Up, they pulled them. I was lifted off the mattress with my arms anchored behind Sandalwood's butt and my face still buried in her lap. Still, they pulled my legs higher, pushing them as they did so that my back began to arch. I felt certain they were going to break me. The dildos inside resisted the curves into which they were forced as my insides stretched and bent. Certainly, when they had me positioned, my ankles were located low over my head in a place reserved for contortionists. The muscles of my back screamed. I tried to resist. I tried to kick my legs. They held me too well.

I felt the arms of a fourth person wrap tightly around my hips. Four is more than panic, pain and adrenaline can conquer. No matter how I bucked and kicked and moaned I could not move.

Left with only the voice in my head, I screamed out a silent prayer to whatever forgotten goddesses may still exist to help me with my torment. Inevitably, though, I felt the pair of clicks and the swelling sensation surged through me. Certainly, the fluids which pressed from within me was blood, not lubricant - artificial or otherwise. I felt it drizzle down my arched back and across my lower abdomen until it pooled around the arms and chest of the fourth captor.

I felt certain though that if she was not holding me as tightly as she was, the muscles of my abdomen would have ripped apart and the inserts would have sprung from me like a parasitic alien matured. Meanwhile, my body shook and thrashed as all coordinated attempts to relieve the intrusion had been given up. I was sealed inside this floundering mass of flesh waiting for the pain to end.

Eventually, my controllers obtained the measurements that they needed. The dildos deflated and I was slowly lowered to the bed. My lungs were heaving and drool and snot rasped with every flux of air. Sweat poured from my skin and hair. Sandalwood's lap where my face pressed down was slick with liquid.

The inserts were slowly pulled from within me leaving behind shocked cavities of gaping space to which my flesh tentatively returned.

Hands pushed me into a ball and coaxed my body into a sitting position. My shackled arms were pulled from around Sandalwood. I used them to pull my knees in close to my chest. Sandalwood wrapped her arms and legs around me and smashed her naked frame against mine. Her hand stroked my hair and patted my shaking back. Silent sobs shook me as my tears were absorbed into the sopping pads of my blindfold. I pressed my head into her shoulder.
I felt the weight of another body press down upon me as well. This one clothed. Gentle lips pressed against my cheek kissing me lightly. It was Paty. I could smell her. I know he feel of her lips. She was crying too. Her tears rained down over my naked flesh. Some cold rational space within me screamed that I should hate her for allowing this rape to occur, but that thought was quickly smothered by a flood of warmth and love for her that suddenly expanded within me.

Why? Why would I feel such a surge of love for her right now? Do I want her to control me? Do I want her take every intimate part of me? Oh, god, yes! I do! I'm just a sopping cunt. And all hers. She must know what is best for me. She must know what I must endure. She is strong enough to force me to do it. Even if I can not do it on my own. She does it for me. Even if she does not want me to have to do something, still she is strong enough to force me to do it. But, she does not do it coldly, she does it with love.

That her tears rain down upon me now, proves that. She loves me.

For quite some time, we sat there as I slowly calmed down. Occasionally, I felt others touch me to comfort me. I felt others press kisses on top of my hair. Still no one talked and most sounds were masked by the music which continued to drift about the room.

Paty kissed me a few more times. Her lips moved near my ear. I could hear her breathing. I thought she would say something. I sensed her lips moving, but no words came out. And with a final stroke of my hair, she moved away from me leaving me wrapped in Sandalwood alone.

A few minutes later, Sandalwood began to shift and move around me. She helped me off the bed onto my weak, wobbly legs. She gathered up the chains of my leashes and guided me in silence through the halls of the mansion. She fed me and gave me something to drink. She bathed me thoroughly. She dried me and brushed my hair for a long time. She never made a sound, but I knew that it was her because she had been holding me from the moment that she put the blindfold on me.

Soon, she guided me down a flight of stairs. She was taking me to my bed. My cage. She helped me sit on top of my cage and helped me swing my legs through the hatch. I reached up with my shackled hands to pull at the blindfold. I wanted to see her. I felt around behind the back of my head for the buckle only to find a small padlock hanging from it. I felt her hands on my wrists. She pulled them to her face. Her cheeks were wet with fresh tears. I knew immediately that she was leaving again. I wouldn't even get to spend time with her.

I placed a finger on her lips briefly and then pointed to my ear. Talk to me! She just shook her head.

I heard I faint click and was immediately bathed in the pungent scent of a permanent marker. I squeaked a meek murmur as I felt the tip slide against my skin. Sandalwood danced the pen across my abdomen leaving an intimate note across my flesh for me to read sometime in the future.

When she was done, she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me long, hard, and well enough that my sore crotch began to stir once again. But, she broke off the kiss and tapped me on the head until I sadly lowered myself into my cage a curled up on one side. In due course, I heard the motor of the winch engage and felt my cage leave the floor and lift me up to the rafters.

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It was less than 24 hours later, that I found myself once again secured within the flower cage in Paty's bedroom. Once again my arms had been secured behind me by my wrists and elbows. Thankfully, my blindfold had been removed.

It had been an easy day with 2'Ahlay cuddling with me on a couch as we watched an old movie. KaMoi had visited as well with her expert massage. Now I waited to finally get my gag removed.

My excitement was only mildly stunted when McNear entered the room. She had a nasty sneer on her face as she looked at me kneeling in my cage. Paty walked in shortly after.

"You should take better care of your property, Paty. It seems that there is graffiti spread upon the walls."

McNear, of course, was referring to the note that Sandalwood had written with a permanent marker for me on my stomach which would take a few more days and baths to remove. It said: "Every day, thinking of you, miss you, love you. Back soon."

Paty ignored McNear and walked up close to my cage. I scrambled to my knees and practically smashed my face trying to get into a position where we could kiss.

Typically, when one thinks of I-want-you-to-fuck-me kisses, one would probably assume that both lips and tongue are involved. I'm proud to say, that over the past month with my jaw wired shut, that I have mastered I-want-you-to-fuck-me kisses using only my lips. There are two things that you must be mindful of if you want to succeed. First, you have to feel it inside. Focus on something about your target that attracts you with the greatest magnetism. Feel the arousal surge within you. Feel how it moves through your body. Most importantly, enjoy it. Second, you need to dial in to your target's reactions. You need to listen and observe their reaction. You should not use their reaction as a monitor though. You must use their reaction as an amplifier. Let their feelings flow through your own body and then back to them.

When Paty kissed me through the bars of my flower cage, only our lips touched. But, there was a swirl of arousal and energy between us that I could feel coursing through the pores of my skin. I know Paty felt it too. When the kiss passed, I sat back and looked at Paty. She was frozen, eyes closed, lips parted for a moment. When she exhaled finally a small "Oh!" escaped from her throat. Her eyes opened again and looked around briefly as though she had to remember where she was. When they focused on me again, a devilish smile arose upon her face like the light in the morning of a sunny day.

"Oh, god!" McNear said from the other side of the room. "Let's hurry and get this over with. I think I'm going to be sick, Paty."

Paty turned to look at a bedside table. I saw what she was looking for. Lying on the table was a D-ring with four tools attached to it. I knew immediately by their appearance that they were the four keys required to release my gag. I had never actually seen them before.

"Oh, shit! Paty, I'm sorry. I need to take this call real quick." McNear was fumbling with her phone as she walked out of the room.

Paty turned back towards me and kissed me again. "Oh! My love, I have been waiting for this day!"

Chains rattled as I shook my head enthusiastically. Me too!

Paty pushed a lock of hair from my face and looked at me for a moment. "Fuck! I love you!" I smiled.

Paty walked off to get the jack that would raise the platform base of the flower cage and allow her to free me from its confines.

"I'm back!" McNear announced as she came back in the room. "Let's get this thing over with! I've got... shit!"

This time it was Paty's phone that was ringing. I snuffed out a huff of frustration and anticipation as Paty held her phone up to her ear.

"Hello?... What?!... Oh, fuck!... Fuck!" Paty looked at me. "One second, my love," she said to me and walked from the room.

McNear was looking at the time on her phone when I looked in her direction. She sighed and twitched her nose then looked up at me. I exhaled a breath, turned my gaze back to the door, and settled back to wait for Paty's return.

"A penny for your thoughts," McNear said and she gazed at me in mock anticipation. I looked at her briefly and then rolled my eyes. "Oh! I guess that you must not be having any thoughts. Hmm. That's the way we like our slaves around here! Yes, ma'am!"

McNear is such a bitch.

Paty burst back through the door looking particularly frazzled. "Laysan, I'm sorry! I have to run... The Loft is on fire."

I sucked in a breath of air, shocked. The Loft is one of Paty's more successful restaurants.

"McNear, can you put Laysan back downstairs? I'm so sorry, Laysan. I'm... Make sure you let her pee first, McNear!"

Paty had walked back out the door. I heard her footsteps fade as she briskly walked down the hall. Hopefully, the restaurant will be ok. Hopefully they will be able to contain the fire.

I slowly looked back over at McNear. She had an impatient, pissed-off look on her face as she stared at me through her narrowed eyes. She pulled out her phone again and dialed a number.

"Hello, Teal? This is going to take a little longer than I had hoped. Paty just ran out of here - some kind of emergency. I need to put her bitch away... No, in the dungeon. Can you come and meet me here?... Cool! Just don't forget your security dongle. You'll never get through the gate without it."

McNear hung up her phone and slowly looked back up at me. "So, slaveypoo. It's just me and you..."

She began to walk towards my cage. "I heard that Sandalwood danced for you last night." Suddenly Paty performed a very profession pirouette across the floor and bent forward in a competent arabesque.

"I can dance too, you know," she said as she extended her arms gracefully to each side. “Years of lessons. Can you dance, slave?"

I stared at her for a moment and then shrugged my right shoulder slightly.

"Probably not, I guess. You probably didn't have the luxury with your, uh, modest upbringing, I suppose. Your free time was probably spent scrounging around the neighborhood dumpsters, right?"

I shook my head, no. What the fuck does she know about my upbringing? The bitch!

"Maybe your dad made you climb in the dumpsters looking for bottles that still had a swig or two of alcohol?" I inhaled slowly determining not to get caught up in McNear's game. "Didn't he drink, Laysan? Or maybe the alcohol was for your step mother."

I couldn't control myself suddenly. I bounced from knee to knee rattling my chains. An embarrassing hissing sound flew from my mouth. McNear looked at me with her eyebrows raised and an amused look on her face.

"Testy..."

My skin was on fire, flushed red. I stared at McNear with a glare that I hoped would set her on fire. She grabbed the handle of the jack and pumped it a few times raising my platform.

"You know, people always say how you are so sensitive to others feelings... They say you're some kind of empath... It's not that hard, really. Let me see.." She put her hands on her head like some quack magician. "Right now, I am sensing that you are... hmmm... mad. Am I right, slave?"

I sat not moving, barely breathing, glaring at her.

"It's not that hard... Huh!"

McNear walked around the cage. "Anger is good for you, slave. It makes you want to stand up, to strike out, doesn't it? Probably not your style though..."

She climbed up on the step ladder, raised the collar ring, then began to lower all the bars that protected me in my cage.

"I have a good dance question for you, pet. Do you ever have this feeling? A feeling that you are on stage in the middle of a great dance. And a troop of professional dancers are leaping around you. Meanwhile, you are spinning like a little child, trying so hard to keep up but you just get dizzy. You keep falling down. You have bandages on your knees and your tights are torn. But, around you the dancers move in a beautiful choreography. You know there is a purpose to their dance, but you can't understand it. Poor, poor slave... Poor common, little slave. Why can't you keep up, Laysan? Are you too stupid? Are you too uncoordinated? What's wrong, Laysan-slave?"

McNear unclipped my central leash from the cone above my head. I sat motionless, fuming.

"I've got an idea, Laysan." McNear twirled around until she was standing right in front of me. She spread her legs out and hunched down. "Leap off your platform and I'll catch you. You can be a pretty dancer for a half a second. Just leap, Laysan. Not some poor, common, wannabe. Not some sad useless bitch. A real dancer! Come on! I know the dance. I'll catch you. Jump off the platform, slave!"

McNear's face distorted into an evil glare and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Get off the fucking platform, bitch! Now!"

I recoiled backwards in fear. I lost my balance and was about to tip over the back side of the platform, but McNear snatched my leashes and yanked me forward until our faces were inches apart. I whimpered and closed my eyes certain that she was about to hit me. Tears began to roll down my cheeks.

"Hmmm... empath powers, activate! Laysan is.... Scared!" She yanked on my leashes a couple of times.

"You know what, Laysan? Fear suits you much better than anger. It's a much more passive sensation. It tells you to hide in your little cages."

McNear grabbed my ankle and hoisted my legs out from under me. She pulled on my leash forcing me to slip off the platform and stumble out across the floor.

"Come on, slave. We're dancing! Haven't you studied? Haven't you practiced your moves? Oh, come now, slave. I won't hurt you. I know my part really well. I know my role. How about you? Do you know yours? How could the choreographer have chosen you to play this part if you can't even dance, Laysan?"

I stood as still as possible staring at the floor, sobbing.

"Oh! I think I understand. The choreographer chose a stupid, fucking, cunt for your role on purpose. Interesting..."

McNear mocked as though she were thinking deeply. One hand held my leashes firmly while she drummed her fingers on my head with her other hand.

"Alright. Enough fun, pet. Let me stick you in your floating kennel. Sound good to you pet? Oh, yeah... Can't talk. I say that it's a mistake to not leave that gag in your mouth permanently. You're so much more pleasant this way. Let's go!"

She began to yank me across the room. I glanced over at the bedside. My blood ran cold when I realized that the tools to my gag were not there. Oh, god! This crazy bitch has taken them! She's going to destroy them! I'm going to be gagged forever! I resisted McNear's tugged.

She looked at me for a second. "Come on, bitch! Let's go!" She yanked harder and I stumbled along behind her.

How could Paty and Alba and the others like this bitch? Why did they keep her around?

McNear slung me over the bidet in the bathroom. "Piss!"

I shook my head. I was too flustered. I couldn't pee on command.

"Okay then! Suit yourself!" She yanked me back up on my feet, stepped behind me and pushed me by my shoulder towards the bathroom door. "Wait a second!"

I stood sobbing. I heard a clatter on the sink counter. Then I felt a sharp pain stab in my ass. I spun around to find McNear standing with an empty syringe in her hand.

McNear smiled at me. "We had better move fast. This stuff will kick in soon!"

Oh, my god! She's drugged me! She dragged me down the hall by my leash. I stumbled along trying to keep up.

"Come on! Down the stairs, Laysan!" My legs were growing numb. I tripped on a step and landed on top of her, but she caught me. She continued to carry me as I struggled to get my feet back underneath me. I had a sense of vertigo creep over me and the dungeon room began to spin.

McNear picked me up and shoved my legs through the hatch on the top of my nighttime cage. She undid my elbow and wrist chains. I tried to push her away from me but I was too uncoordinated, woozy.

She pushed me down into my cage. I fell over inside against the bars at one end. The bottom pad seemed to be littered with loose chains, but I was to clumsy to conjure the energy to move them aside. The winch engaged and the hatch panel rose and sealed me inside. The cage had barely left the floor before the winch turned off. McNear's face appeared over me, smiling.

"You need your blankies, slave. Wouldn't want you to get cold."

The shackles that she attached to my ankles were thick and heavy. They were the ones I wore as penance the night of the fight that started my month of silence. I knew that the ankle chain was attached to a heavy steel ball, but I couldn't see it anywhere as I looked around me unsteadily.

I could offer no resistance as McNear pulled my right wrist to a corner in the cage and locked a cuff on it. My left was soon locked on the other side.

I felt particularly exposed as McNear looked in on me and pulled my knees up and lazily rolled to one side.

I heard the winch engage once again. After a moment I felt a tug on my ankles. That's when I realized that heavy steel ball was not in the cage. It was on the outside. As the cage rose the steel ball hung beneath and its weight pulled my ankles to the opposite end of the cage from where my wrists were shackled. I was stretched out to the limits of the dimensions of the cage and I couldn't move at all.

The winch stopped again.

"Perfect!" McNear smiled at me. "Wouldn't want slaveypoo to hurt herself, would we?"

Her voice was far away.

"They say to always make sure that you have you beloved blankets to cover you in your sleep. I have a perfect blankie for you, my pussycat."

She stepped away for a moment, then returned with a chain that she fed through the bars at the top of the cage. The cold, steel links began to rain down on my chest. The strike of each link sent forth a ripple of chills across the pool of my skin. Silver loops of metal formed rivulets which began to stream down my nipples and breasts, flooding across my torso, puddling in my navel. A chain-fall of steel cascaded over my sex and down between my thighs. The weight of the metal began to press down on me and I started to gasp for breaths.

I opened my eyes and stared up into dark whirling clouds. I lay upon some kind of stone table and the ground around me was being thrashed and pelted by raindrop shaped links of steel. I rose up over the trees and flew along the bottom of the clouds.

Below me I saw some sort of small animal darting from shadow to shadow dodging the falling drops of rain. I focused in on the animal with my bird's vision. It was a frightened cat. I dropped from the sky to help the poor creature. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I saw another winged beast swoop in. I narrowed my body even further to increase my speed through the roar of the wind. I would not be in time to save the poor cat.

A sadness within my heart turned to terror. The cat turned to face its attacker. I saw, however, not the face of a cat, but rather, my own. My face, the cat's face, twisted in terror as the horror pounced upon it. Flesh and blood flew in every direction as the cat was torn to shreds by the evil creature.

I pulled my wings out to stop my descent as I hurtled towards the carnage. But I only had arms and could do nothing to arrest my trajectory. The creature turned towards me. Its face was McNear's splattered in blood. Her maw was open revealing an array of sharp fangs. I continued to fall between her teeth and into darkness.

I opened my eyes again. McNear and Teal were looking down on me. I was in some sort of box.

"Oh!" Teal said as she dropped some slithering serpent down on top of me. "She looks so cute!"

Indeed, I felt cold slimy things thrashing all around my skin. I tried to move, to scream, but I was frozen. I was paralyzed.

"...And she likes to wear all these chains?"

McNear up turned a bucket of some foul smelling refuse. Millions of worms and multi-legged creatures fell on my chest and legs. I could feel them burrowing, biting...

"She wants to wear these chains," McNear replied.

I felt things scratching their way into my ears and between my lips. Why can't I move?

"She wants them now, but soon... Soon she'll need them..."

Nibbling at my sex and worming into my ass.... My heart was about to explode...

"At first, she will wonder why she needs them. Eventually, though...

McNear and Teal seemed to struggle for moment until I saw a long heavy plank come into view.

"...she'll even forget to question why..."

The plank fell into place sealing me in darkness. Trapped with millions of nasty, slimy things feasting upon my flesh. Only I could hear my screams.