CHAPTER 16 BONUS EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDN'T TRY TO PRESSURE ME ITO ITIf More than 20 request it, I'll wear a set of shackles until the next chapter is finished ( we'll see if anyone is still reading this stuff )
but The same 20 post rules hold for Chapter 17 or I'll just keep enjoying my outdoor bar B Q and beach frolics instead (grin)
It is amazing how slowly the clock moves when hour hands are stuck under your chin...
After so much TV, I tried other things. I was still very conscious of sliding smoothly around on things where I used to feel some friction from a bit of hair. Doesn't seem like much unless you don't have anything else to distract you, then it begins to feel like you're getting set up for an invasion from a hoard of slippery ants and you realize your hands are useless to swat them away and all you can do is roll back and forth possibly into more and more of them as they crawl unto your clothing and, and ….
Well, you get the idea I suppose. At least the sun was up and even though it was in December, it was warming as it came through the window. I began to drift off on the floor as I dried out when all of a sudden the door opened with a loud BANG and he entered carrying a couple of grocery bags. Closing the door with his leg, he shot me a “you lazy bum” jealous look for an instant and then grinned as he made his way into the kitchen.
He put the bags down saying, “I've got something new for you I doubt you're going to like.”
He looks at me and Why are you wet? I tried to get a drink and the shower was the only place I could reach.
Are you still thirsty?
Good. I bought this for you as well. He unearthed a case of cheap beer, but I was in no position to complain. Before I give you one, get out of those wet clothes. Strip to your shorts.
Sounds easy, right? Try that when your hands are playing T-rex and your shoes and sox are WAY DOWN THERE … and therm ther is that shirt thing again... Oh well, about 20 minutes of his amusement later, I had accomplished the goal was definitely ready for the reward. He hands me the beer and I managed to figure out how to even open it without wearing it. It went down nicely. Thanks. Have another. OK, but it is still close to lunch time. That's OK. Have another. I did. But drank it a bit more slowly. Thanks again. What's for lunch? Have another. No thanks, Not yet. HAVE ANOTHER NOW. Uh OH. I can see where this is going and I better keep drinking beers or else.... Done goes a third and, you guessed it, a 4th soon followed then a couple more until I couldn't drink another can nor hardly stand up.
Before I knew it I was wearing that damn muzzle after he slipped a sock in my mouth first. I couldn't even speak an intelligent FU even if I wanted to. Then he makes sure the ankle shackles are properly locked in place and says:
Here is the surprise I have for you: It is called an external catheter. Basically, it is an adhesive condom with a tube fitting at the end that can be connected to a bag or collection bottle.
Let's see how this works. Nugggghhh.. quit struggling or I shave your head to match the rest of my slave. I sat still!
My shorts came down and this condom tube thing slipped on and then STUCK. A couple of tentative pulls by him indicated it wasn't coming off by itself and I couldn't reach it to “help.”
Next, he is taping the rubber tube to the inside of my left thigh and a collection bag on the outside.
Downstairs to the basement, now!
An inebriated T-rex gets up and manages to make it to the top of the stairs and begins to see my entire life flash before my eyes as I try to navigate one step at a time down into what I feel may well be my tomb (ok a bit dramatic, but you get the idea, right?) . Finally, with a very muffled sigh of relief, I make it to the bottom and am told to lie down. Then my ankles are reattached to a wide spreader bar, preventing me from rolling from side to side or interfering with the attachment in any way.
He made certain there were not going to be any accidents from the other end, but I will tell you it was not a diaper and not digress due to the tender minds that may still be with us.
Sooner or later, you'll have to piss. Go ahead. Every few hours I'll be back down with a few cans for your next meal, and your next meal and your next meal. I told you you wouldn't need your bed for the next three days. Sleep tight SLAVE.......
OK, beer was a food. He could keep me like this for the next three days. No light, No sound, just piss and beer. What if he ran out of beer and decided to recycle it? Naah, he wouldn't, would he?
Yah, he just might.
Shit how long, How long.....