Chapter 15New daily patterns:
My deepest apologies for the delay-- If someone will remind me how, I'll add the photos as well.If 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 )
From the distance in the fog, I heard his alarm going off. Imagination. That's all. Back to sleep.... Pull covers over my head.... Ouch! What the ????
Oh yeah, I was still wearing the 20 pounders and hit my head with one when I went to pull the sheets up. I'll have to be careful about that in the future.
Still trying to sleep, I hear the door open and then the “voice.” “Get up, slave!”
Slave? Oh yeah, Last night. I thought he was kidding. Guess not. I crawl out of dreamland to the cold unyielding chill of the floor on my bare feet. What am I wearing? Oh yeah, the 20 pounders and speedos??? Some sense of humor.“OK, strip off and put these clothes on. “ No, shackles stay on, figure out how to pull the clothes on with them. And be down for breakfast in 30 minutes if you want to eat.
What's this stuff? T-shirt, Shorts, Sox... and of course another set of shackles and an Iron collar with a lock.
I didn't have much choice, as I was still starving and now on a time limit too. . It took me a while to figure out how to get the shirt on under the shackles and I was very proud of myself for being so successful so I slapped on the shorts, sox, leg shackles, and as I was locking the collar I realized how far into an automaton I had sunk. Oh well, “CLICK.” Now down for breakfast:
Clinking my way down the stairs, I made it to the kitchen, where, according to his promise, breakfast was already on the table.“Just stand there at attention until I'm through with you.”
Now what is he up to?
Slowly he rubbed his hand firmly up my bare arms and back down. Then the same thing with my legs, although he did explore further than the hemline of the shorts. (I was so glad I anticipated this inspection. I really didn't want to entertain his man eating tweezers again).
Now, with a big smile on his face, “Nice and smooth for a 12 year old. Good start for a slave. If you really screw up though, you might want to consider your head being the same way.”
“What? You wouldn't. That's going too far.”
He just smiled an evil grin. “You can sit down and eat now
” changing the subject.
I figured not bringing it up again would be in my best interests as well. I sat and surprisingly was able to navigate the meal with no problems from the shackles. Hmmm, am I getting used to these things? What will it feel like without them? I was afraid I had another 3 weeks to consider that and he didn't show any signs of letting up.
We sat and chatted over a nice meal complete with two cups of good coffee, as though one of us wasn't sitting there in fifteen pounds of iron, clinking with every move. We talked about the weather, cars, jobs, and of course eventually his boyfriends. As the discussion progressed, he stated there was a several day party coming up for the new year.
“Can I go with you?”
“Not likely. I feel you'll already be engaged for the holiday period. In fact, you won't be getting out at all. You wil be changed, even to diapers if needed
(laugh at his own joke did he --- I wasn't so amused. I didn't even want to entertain the idea of being trapped in a diaper much less having to use it) from time to time over the period. Since you will be celebrating as well, forget about the bed. You won't get near it for three days.”
I would have registered my protest, again implicating his sanity as well as his parentage, but the last time I did, I was trussed up and gagged for hours and had to ask please for an additional week, making it three weeks instead of two as well as agreeing to be a slave for that time. If I spouted off now, my short hair might get a whole lot shorter and I really didn't want to see what I looked like without eyebrows either. I just went puppy-eyed and hung my head in hopes it would work. Time will tell if I was successful.
“Now that you're through with breakfast, put this shirt on instead.
”” I held my shackles out to him to unlock. “Ha! Never. Live with them. But keep asking, I like to hear you begging.”
Again, you may know I was probably offending the entire canine species by linking him to them, but again, I learned to do it softly to myself. I removed my shirt and had to squeeze parts of it through each cuff. It bunched up and was difficult to push/pull through, but eventually it was successful. Now I had to reverse the process with the other shirt. There was no point in doing this except to entertain him with my wiggling and mumbling which he thoroughly enjoyed.
Once finished, he told me to stand in front of him. I did and he again inspected my hairless arms and raised the chains high enough for him to carefully inspect my pits to his satisfaction. I must have passed my 12 year old inspection since he lowered my arms but in the process he slipped a padlock from the central link of the shackles to a ring on my iron collar and then locked it in place.
Upon my finger inspection (as I couldn't see below my chin) I discovered to my horror he used a Master combination lock. No key and not even a way to see the lock. I was toast and he knew it.
He bent over and double-locked the shackles on my ankles. As he looked up at me, smiling as usual lately, “Go play. I'm going out.
” When I heard the front door close, I knew I wasn't going dancing! I clinked my way to the TV and began looking for the remote. It wasn't there. Where did he put it? Finally, in frustration, I glanced around the room and discovered a new picture on the wall. Wait. It wasn't a picture at all. He had duct taped the remote about 7 – 8 ft up on the wall. I knew he did it for my entertainment when I saw he drew a smiley face on the tape. I was not amused.....
Any time I wanted to change something on the TV I had to get up and clink my way over to it and do it manually. Oh well, one way to get some exercise.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch as by now the sun was streaming warming rays upon my nearly naked body. It felt good. So good I almost forgot about the chains.
Then I got thirsty. OK, clink myself back awake and get off the couch. Stand up. Oops, watch the balance when you don't have full use of your arms. Got it. Alright now.
Clink-shuffled to the kitchen. On to the sink. Grab a gla... Oh shit. I couldn't reach a glass. In fact, with a little education immediately forthcoming I found I couldn't reach the sink tap either.
Right. So I'll climb onto the counter. Nope --- ankle chain won't let my legs far enough apart to get up on it. Damn. Now what?
Try the bathroom --- smaller sink perhaps will be in range. Clink-shuffled to the bathroom and standing in front of the sink. No chance of reaching the glass, that's for sure. Turn on the water? No. just still too far out of reach. I was beginning to think he did this knowing full well the mess I would be in. Naah. He's not THAT smart (or is he???).
OK, Figured it out! Or so I thought...
I confidently clink-shuffled into the shower stall. I reached to the shower control, bending slightly at the waist and gingerly pulled it into a drip for which I can at least position my mouth to get the drink.
You guessed it! I pulled past the sticking point and BLAST. Cold water right into the middle of my back. Not good!
Well, I got it under control and dribbled in my drink. I probably wound up wearing more water on the outside than I had inside. No chance of changing but didn't want to sit on any of the furniture. So I eased down roughly on the floor in front of the TV hoping it would play something interesting as I really didn't want to get up to change the channel. I managed to haul a cushion onto the floor onto which I placed my head, and there I sat, and sat, and sat....