Inspection and preparation

(This chapter will not contain action and is rather the point from which in the future I plan to lead the main branch and, possibly, alternative branches.)

Sitting down on the bed, you couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions wash over you. Fear, anger, humiliation, excitement and pleasure mixed together, creating a whirlwind of feelings that threatened to overwhelm.

You tried to collect your thoughts, understand the situation, but your head was a mess. You didn't know what to do.

After a few minutes of silence, you managed to collect your thoughts and stand up. First you need to wash your face. After getting out of the shower, you decided to take a closer look at your new room.

To your surprise, the room was not as ordinary as it seemed at first glance. A curious detail caught your attention - several cameras installed near the ceiling. You quickly realized that you were being watched.

Knowing that if you damaged this camera in any way, you would face a severe punishment and you had to accept the fact that your mother and sisters would be able to watch you at any moment.

Walking across the room and exploring your new surroundings, your gaze fell on a small refrigerator standing in the corner. You were terribly hungry and dreamed of any food except the sperm of your mother and sisters. Opening the refrigerator, you saw several dishes and drinks, which made you very happy.

Among them were salads, sandwiches and various fruits that you had not seen for a long time. But what caught your attention most was the vase full of sweets.

“Finally,” you muttered to yourself, picking up the chocolate bar. "Something edible."

Taking a bite of the candy, you continued to explore the room. Your gaze stopped at the large mirror opposite the bed. You looked at your reflection, noting the marks of the straps on your skin and the chastity cage locked around his cock.

“I don’t want to walk around naked,” you muttered.

As you approached the closet, you hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the handle. You knew that opening the door would only lead to further humiliation and degradation. Taking a deep breath, you opened the closet door. Inside was a collection of revealing outfits, each designed to make you feel even more submissive and ****. There were lace panties, muzzles, fishnet stockings, tight tops and short skirts that barely covered their ass.

Your heart was pounding as you looked at the collection of outfits. You couldn't believe how humiliating it all was. "Was I supposed to wear these clothes? Parade in front of my mother and sisters, showing off my body and pleasing them?"

But as you stood there and looked at the pile of clothes, you couldn’t help but feel a strange excitement building up inside you. Part of you was afraid of the humiliation and vulnerability that was to come, but another part of you craved the thrill of submission and dominance.

Your hand shook as you reached out and grabbed a pair of panties. The fabric was soft and silky and you could tell they were meant for someone much smaller than you. You felt a rush of shame, but also a sense of anticipation.

“I’ll look ridiculous in these,” you whispered under your breath.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out and picked out a bright purple top. It was short and fitted to show off her midriff and cleavage. You frowned, wondering who would actually wear something like that.

You looked at it warily, considering your options. And there were only two options - go completely naked or wear at least something? Reluctantly pulling your shirt over your head and putting on your panties, you winced as they pressed tightly against your body.

The material was thin and sticky, emphasizing the curves of your torso and cleavage. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling both embarrassed and strangely excited.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you muttered out loud. Your voice trembled with nervousness.

Taking a deep breath and opening the first drawer, you discovered a neatly organized assortment of sex toys. Your heart was racing as you looked around the collection. There were various sex toys, vibrators, dildos and bondage equipment.

You reached out and picked up the pink vibrator, examining it carefully. It was smooth with a curved tip designed for maximum pleasure. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to use it on yourself.

“I can’t believe I’m even thinking about this.”

your voice trembled with despair. "It's so humiliating."

Your pulse quickened and your cock began to strain in the chastity cage.

"What am I doing?" - you muttered. Your voice trembled with fear and excitement. “Why am I attracted to this?”

You threw the toy into the drawer and quickly closed the closet door, feeling both relieved and ashamed. You couldn't believe how easily you succumbed to the temptation of the forbidden fruit. You knew that indulging in such fantasies would only lead to further humiliation and degradation. You needed to focus on the situation, gather your strength and find a way to escape.

Walking around the room, trying to calm your nerves, you couldn't help but notice the strange atmosphere in the room. It was as if the walls themselves were watching you, waiting for you to take a step. Taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and decided to explore the rest of the room. Perhaps there was a way out, a way to escape the clutches of your controlling mother and sisters.

You decided to look around the shelves of books and were dumbfounded by the titles of the books you read.

The titles of the books were different, but they were all on the same topic - submission and satisfaction of the needs of their master.

The titles were: Enjoy submission, Comfortable stay in a bandage, blowjob techniques to satisfy the mistress and so on.

You sighed, feeling hopeless. You are stuck in this room, completely isolated from the rest of the world. You wanted to turn to someone, anyone, but you knew it was pointless. Your mother and sisters took control of your life, and escaping their grip was impossible.

Contemplating your situation, you fell onto your bed and thought about your future.

You were scared of the situation you found yourself in, but at the same time, deep down you had a feeling of satisfaction. The prospect of losing control of my life was frightening, but also a little attractive. Frightened by your thoughts, you immediately pushed the thought away.

“Oh God,” you muttered to yourself, your voice shaking with desperation. “How did I get myself into this mess?” The chastity cage was a constant reminder of your captivity and you knew your mother and sisters were watching you from afar.

Your stomach growled loudly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Taking a sandwich out of the refrigerator and sitting on the edge of the bed, he began to eat.

The sandwich was tasteless, but you swallowed it nonetheless. At least you didn't eat sperm.

After swallowing the last bite, you heard footsteps approaching the door. The footsteps stopped and there was silence. Then the sound of a lock opening was heard.