She complies

Katelyn tries to think of a way to get out of this situation, but with no keys, no money, no clothes, and no phone then nothing comes to mind. If she tried to flag down a ride butt-naked, a woman driving by would probably just take her to the loony bin. Given the evening she was having, she might actually belong there. If a man drove by, well she’d probably end up giving him a blow job and hoping he drove her back to her place. And even if she made it home, Eliza wouldn’t open the door for her normally, let alone at this hour, never mind naked.

“Subject, you have 30 seconds to comply or leave the premises.” The computerized voice prompted.

Well, fuck. The only way out is through. Katelyn quickly slips over to the metal chair and sits in it. The wall clock continues counting down.

“Subject, you have 15 seconds to comply or leave the premises.”

“I’m sitting!” Katelyn yells to the mirror. Wait, the Facility docked her because she didn’t follow their instructions to the letter. What was it they told her, exactly…?

“Subject, you have 5 seconds to comply or leave the premises.”

“Wait! I accept my punishment!” Katelyn yells, finally remembering the instruction. This apparently satisfied the three, because the wall clock stopped at :04 and did not move. Katelyn looked behind her and the door had silently closed and disappeared into the wall again.

“The Subject remains and has accepted her punishment.” The second male voice said.

“The Subject required nearly the full allotment of time to perform a very simple order.” The female responded.

“Nevertheless,” the deep male voice interjected, “She did perform it. Let us begin, Subject.” He said, “When addressing any member of the Facility, male or female, you will address them as ‘Proctor.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Proctor.”

“When there are others present, you will be referred to as Subject K, do you understand?”

“Yes, Proctor.” Others? For some reason she assumed she would be playing this game alone, but that didn’t make sense. They wouldn’t build such a huge set-up just for her, there clearly must be other candidates for...whatever it was that Ms. Stanley had nominated her for.

“Subject, please look down to the right side of your chair.” Katelyn looked over the side and one of the small compartments slid open. Katelyn reached into the compartment and pulled out a stand with a short pole running through five leather straps of varying lengths. She was still a novice to BDSM, but she would recognize a collar and cuffs anywhere.

“Subject,” The female voice came back. “Were you instructed to remove anything from the compartment?”

Shit. “No, Proctor.”

“Subject continues to struggle with basic commands.”

“It will be added to her punishment.” The deep voice responded. Stupid! Stupid! Katelyn thought. Listen! “Subject, remove the collar and secure it around your neck.”

“Yes, Proctor.” She said. The collar was black leather, and appeared to be filled with a metal mesh of some kind. The clasp released in her hand, but it did not appear to have any a keyhole or any other means to open it. She slipped it around her neck and found that it fit perfectly, like it had been measured for her. At the voice’s direction, she mounted the remaining cuffs on her wrists and ankles. They were just as secure. She put the mount back into the compartment and it slid closed.

“Subject, are you prepared to receive your punishment?” The deep male voice asked.