Few days later

The next few days are spent with nothing but constant ****, the device running almost every hour of the day, the shocks coming at random strength at random intervals. Finally, at one morning, Mr. O’Brian - no, Master -, walks down the stairs, and detaches the clamp from your collar.

“What do we say now?” he raises an eyebrow, once your cage was raised back to ground level.

“I’m sorry, Master,” you say, with nothing but pure fear running through your veins. He has you. He truly has you. You have zero saying in whatever he chooses to do with you.

“Excellent,” he says, and you are surprised to see your leash put on the floor. “Now I will just place this on you,” he grabs a hood from the couch in the living room. You want to protest, but ultimately you can't do anything, so you have **** but to endure as he straps the hood around your head, leaving only your nose and mouth open.

“Don’t worry, the nanites will keep repairing your eyes, so if your next owner wants you to see, you will able to use them. But frankly, I just don’t think it’s needed. It gives you slaves way too many ideas,” he says, and lands another slap on your butt.

In the next few minutes you can hear him getting ready for work, then he leaves you alone in the apartment.

For some time, you just sit in place motionless. Any other case you would start to struggle, but the last few days were just... traumatic, and your entire body shudders just from thinking about them. Finally, you take a deep breath, and decide to wander around the place, keeping firmly in mind what he said earlier.