Hours later

You spend hours struggling in your bondage, your vagina sore from the orgasms delivered by your tormentor. At one point - perhaps around night? - you can feel the cabin shaking around you. Accompanied by a series of thuds and the roaring sound of the thrusters. That means that the Emerald Grace has landed.

You keep struggling for some time. Then at one point you can hear the door open, accompanied by a set of footsteps.

"Slept well, pet?" Elena asks jokingly. In the following seconds, your ballgag is removed from your mouth, and your tormentor is stopped also. "Kiss my feet, pet," she says. But you already expected that. You lean down, her leg placed in front of you, and you start to cover her feet with kisses, feeling the rubbery taste of ruanite in your mouth.

"You will spend ample time worshiping my feet during your servitude. So you better get used to it," she says. With a gentle tug, you are instructed to do the other feet, your gratitude for your task expressed with kisses just like previously.

"Say thank you for kissing my feet," she says.

"Thank you, Mistress," you answer, a short pause in your task before you would continue.

"Also say thank you for enslaving you," she adds.

"Thank you, Mistress," you answer.

"Thank you for what, pet?" she asks, her tone changed at a sudden.

"Thank you for enslaving me, Mistress," you answer.

"Good pet," Elena says, then you can feel another tug instructing you to stop.

Your ballgag is placed back in your mouth, then with a sudden click, you can hear a leash attached to the O-ring on your collar. The straps on the lower and upper portion of your arms are unlocked, so you could walk on the mittens. The only problem is that the hood still covers your eyes. Not like Elena would care anyhow!

"Walking on your fours like this might be tricky at first. But you have the rest of your life to get used to it," she says, your leash yanked the next second. Wait? you think to yourself. Did she say the rest of your life? Meaning... like... FOREVER??!!!

"Come on, pet," Elena says, and your leash is yanked again. "You don't want to get on my bad side, do you?"

You shake your head, unsure if she needs confirmation or not, then you start stumbling after her. You follow her through the ship's corridors until you reach the docking ramp, then through the spaceport after being registered as visitors, then onto the busy streets, filled with all kinds of noises from the people around you.

At first, you thread cautiously, afraid that you might hit someone. But Elena guides you in a careful manner, and anyone who sees you has enough time to correct their course. After a couple of minutes, you reach what you recognize as a tram, "Watch the gap, pet," then Elena proceeds to sit down, you guided in front of her.

"So obedient already," Elena says as she starts caressing your face. "I can't imagine what you will be like once I'm finished breaking you."

For a couple stops, you sit in front of her. You can hear a couple photos taken from you, and you have to admit, you must look sexy as fuck with the thin, rubbery material all over your body. Your mind wonders back to the forever part. You are just as unease as you previously were. To your surprise, Elena senses it.

"What? You thought it would be all about fetching some drinks or going to work with a chastity belt?" You are confronted with the question. "You will be a pet, my pet, your mind broken to pieces, then masterfully put back together to best serve my desires."

A minute later the tram stops, and you are to follow Elena again. This time to some sort of an apartment building, then you are ushered inside an elevator.

"Here we are," Elena says, once you are led out of the elevator and escorted through a corridor. You are guided through a door frame. You expect this place to be an apartment. Elena's usual sigh as the door closes behind you, the quick opening of a window, then the sounds of her aggressively taking off the catsuit does convince you in this theory.

"For some time I could pay for your expenses on my own, but eventually you will have to start making some cash with that ass of yours. I'm thinking I will spend a couple weeks to soften you up, then I will continue your breaking while you are also getting your fair share of use. As for the injection: you are only getting the ones that repair damage. Come on! If you can masturbate in your cabin for the entire day, after spending the night at a club without panties on, then you do have the sex drive for this sort of life, darling. Those nanites would just drive you crazy," she adds, as are led to another room inside the apartment.

"This one was rented with a cage already in it," she says, and you can hear a metallic door opened. "Not a large one. But a small cage will be perfect for you," she adds, then you are escorted inside the confines of the bars, the door promptly locked in front of you. This is also when the nanites are injected, your suit partially unlocked for this purpose.

"Now I'm gonna catch some sleep. I've spent the whole time looking at apartments while you were having fun. So I guess I will see you again tomorrow!" she says, and she walks out of the room.

For a moment, you just stand there on all-fours. Then the forever part comes back to you. You were fine with being blindfolded for a certain period, as the nanites would save your eyes from permanent damage. But for the rest of your life?! That's the equivalent of being blinded. Angered, you start to look for a way out of the cage. But the damned thing has a magnetic lock, and with mittened hands, there is no way for you to open it. You also try to get out of the suit somehow, starting with the zipper at the back of your neck. Except that, of course, the mittens are too thick for you to grab anything.

"Mhmmm!!!" you grunt, as you realize there is nothing you can do. Elena deceived you. She really did. But in your heart you still want to trust her. As you always trusted her. Who knows? Perhaps she just meant it to scare you: another ploy to utterly break your will.

After about an hour, you find yourself wanting to sleep, mainly due to the exhaustion from the orgasms. And so you lie down in the cage, motionless, hoping that tomorrow fate might bring you something better.