Some time passes

“MMMMMMM!!!!” You stop motionless and bite down on your gag as the giant vibrator between your legs turns itself to maximum. It is not an uncommon thing for you to endure however: After a couple months of keeping you kneeling and blindfolded, Master started to trust you. So naturally, instead of being in your kneeling position, you got a duster gag, and you were tasked to keep the place tidy in his absence.

Due to the small size of the apartment, this could be done multiple times, and you could still watch the holo-tv for a couple hours. So (just to make things interesting!) you got a huge vibrator fixated between your legs, paired with an auto-remote to activate it at randomized intervals. This way getting your work done became an actual challenge to you. Plus it this also ensured that you would be in the mood by the time Master comes home.

“MMMMMMM!!!!”

“MMMMMMM!!!!”

“MMMMMMM!!!!”

You groan for a few minutes, then the device finally stops, and you can continue with your daily routine. By this time, you were mostly done, however you still make an additional sweep around the apartment, just to make sure there won’t be a speck of dust for him to find. Well, except for a large, ominous patch, that you deliberately left out for fun reasons. But you are not going to leave more than that. You take pride in your work!

An hour later, when Master comes home, he finds you kneeling next to the bed, watching the same show in the holo-tv that you practically got Stockholm-syndromed to over the past couple of months.

“You’ve missed a spot sweetie,” he says, and you smile as he starts unlocking your duster gag.

You open your mouth wide, and he spits in it.

Then he spits in it again, and slaps you on the face.

“Why are we not efficient enough?” he asks jokingly. And slaps you another time.

“I’m sorry, Master,” you say. And he spits in your mouth again.

“You are sorry?” he asks smiling.

“Yes, Master,” you nod.

“Well, I guess you have some atoning to do,” he says, already unlocking his zipper, and shows his dick down your throat.

You begin to suck on it eagerly, but you already know that this won’t be the main cuisine for the day. And indeed: he pulls it out of your mouth, then you are quickly placed flat-first on the bad, and your enormous buttplug is promptly removed from your asshole.

“AAhhh…” you groan as he places his giant cock inside you. In the early days, it was very painful to take it in. But by now your asshole has widened a lot, and you are much more comfortable with it.

He continues to pound you and he comes in your asshole. Then you see your ballgag raised in front of you… but then he receives a call.

“Oh, I see, I will be back in a sec,” he says. And by the time you know it: he already left the apartment.

Without putting back your ballgag.

The realization is huge. Startling even. This is the first time you are left with the ability to do something meaningful since your purchase. And by now, you can already hear the tiny voices in your head, urging you to use this chance.

Your first instinct is to go to key next to the holo-tv. You grab it with your teeth, then you go to the second bedroom, and kneel down in front of the safe that you’ve discovered earlier. You insert the key, and voilà, it works! As the door opens, you can see a bunch of shiny talers, alongside with a gun, a communique, and a bunch of jewelry. And then you stop motionless.

If you use the communique, you can call a speeder, and use the money to get a ride to the nearest space port. Question is: what then? The last time you did this, you found yourself sold again. And thank God you didn’t get to a sadist! So what guarantees that this time there wouldn’t be a device chipped in front of you, and you wouldn’t end up in a worse situation? The answer is: nothing.

On the other hand, it is not like chances like these fall from the skies. By your best prediction, it has been six months since the beginning of your enslavement. If you chose not to act on this, you could easily find yourself without an additional chance for another six months. Or perhaps more. Is it truly wise then to let this go?