Plan B: the hell pit

You give it a brief thought, then reply with a cruel smile "I want it to be a perpetual nightmare for her. The more she suffers, the more exciting it will get. The room should remain in the dark whenever we don't pay her a visit, to the point that light will become synonymous with **** for her. She should spend most of her time tied one way or another, preferably in an uncomfortable position. She should poo in a bucket and piss herself. She should be cleaned with just a wet sponge. She will get no distractions aside from her defilement. Then, when she will reach her lowest point, we will start giving her rewards for her good behaviours. More light. Better food. Gentler sex. The right to be untied. Her life should become gradually better... And then, we will cancel her privileges under a pretense, punish her with even harsher treatments and start the cycle again."

Carrie is shivering, bitting her lips while taking notes with a trembling hand. To an untrained eye, she would look like she's having second thoughts about the whole thing. But from the way she's rubbing her thighs against one another, you know she's just trying to repress her arousal until you're done talking.

Finally, she looks with a bright and excited smile and moan "This is so hot! When do we start?" She's already rubbing her crotch to the idea. You know her nipples are stiffer than ice right now.

"So, you don't have a single objection?" you ask, leaning toward her. You try to make your voice lower and manlier to see if it has a positive effect on her.

She squeak like a mice. "Objections? I have suggestions! For instance, until she reaches the rewards phase, the only light she gets should come from a floodlight stuck in the ceiling and be centered on her, so she wouldn't see anything outside of the spot where she stands. First, it will be... hmmm... so overly dramatic... You could play with her mind, hiding in the shadows waiting for the right moment for your entrance... Plus, we could keep other things in the dark. The equipments that would come into use later in her mindbreak."

You like the way she's thinking. You put your hands on her rump and pull her toward you, pressing your dick against her pussy. "You have other suggestions?"

"Hmm... We could also use blindfolds... a pillory... Oh god, I would love to walk her outside, naked and on a leash, and treat it as a reward and have her mind so fucked by this point that she sees it this way." She squirms against you like a sexy worm.

You think about her idea and answer "Soooo... We will need her cell to be in a remote place, where nobody can walk into you by accident."

She's panting like a bitch in heat just picturing the scene. "Oh fuck yes! You think we should search with that in mind."

Your grin turns even more devious. "Better than that. I know the perfect location."