You are still trapped

"How is my **** doing?" you hear the question as the door opens.

It has been some time since you were left alone. Possibly hours. But you know for a fact that time passes differently when you are locked up. It could have been half an hour. Or even less. The truth behind these waits never revealed to you until your mind is completely shattered.

The man steps to the cage, and he presses his hands on your breasts from behind, massaging your nipples with his fingers. You start to moan “Mhm!” from the pleasure, your body tense as his hands move down between your legs. Two of his fingers move to your clitoris, rubbing it in a gentle fashion, then they move to your vagina, and start to go up and down inside you.

"Mhmm!" you moan again from the pleasure. But then the fingers leave, your body left yearning from the joy.

"I’m gonna let you out," the man says, and with a click you can hear the cage opened.

He grabs your leash, and leads you out of the cage, threading on your knees until you are instructed to stop. You can feel the strap unlocked at the back of your head, then the massive ball of rubber finally leaves your mouth.

"Open up," he says. You do as ordered, expecting a cock. Instead, he grabs your chin, tilts your head up, and spits in your mouth.

"Thank you, Master!" you say aloud.

He spits in your mouth again.

"Thank you, Master!" you say.

He spits in your mouth again.

"Thank you, Master!" you say.

You expect another spit. But then he lets go of your mouth and slaps you. Light enough so your face wouldn’t swell. Yet strong enough that you feel the pain.

"Thank you, Master!" you say.

He slaps you again.

"Thank you, Master!" you say.

He slaps you again.

"Thank you, Master!" you say.

"Good pet," he says as you are expecting another slap. You can feel your chin grabbed again, this time your head is oriented forward, your mouth opened wide with the help of his other hand. "If the ballgag is removed, you open your mouth, tongue out, no exception. There should be no eye contact either. If you are blindfolded, and you look up, that still imitates eye contact, and that makes it a no go. In most cases, your head should be tilted towards the floor, or if you are on your knees and your ballgag is unlocked, it should be straight forward."

"Yes, Master," you answer, then you leave your mouth open, tongue out, as instructed.

You can hear a zipper unlocked, then you can feel his penis pressed against your lips, pushed all the way down to your throat the next second. You start to suck on it like the good slut you are, his hand this time too guiding your motions. You think he would leave his semen on your tongue like the last time, but instead, he yanks the shaft out of your mouth, then you are stood up in the ballet boots, your body pressed against the cage, and he presses his shaft inside your vagina.

"Aaaahhhhhh!!!" you exhale.

He starts ramming you with his cock, your head held in front of you, both of your arms tense against the straitjacket, your legs pressing against the short chain that hold together the ballet boots. Sadly, most of the job was done beforehand, so he comes inside you just after a couple of strokes.

"Please, Master…" you find yourself saying.

"Please, what?" he asks.

"Please let me come, Master," you say.

"Are you a good ****?" he asks.

"Yes, Master!" you say. "I’m a good ****, Master," you add hastily.

"Repeat it," he says.

"I’m a good ****, Master!" you say aloud.

"Again," he says.

"I’m a good ****, Master!" you say aloud.

"Good pet," he says. He inserts two of his fingers inside your vagina, and he starts moving them up and down, the motions repeated until you come at last, squirting all over his hand, the cage’s top and the floor.

"Thank you, Master!" you say. Then you find your upper body raised up, and you are locked back inside the cage, your mouth still open, tongue out, as your ballgag is yet to be inserted. You expect that perhaps it gets locked back now, but instead what you have is a rubbery object pushed in, something that very much resembles a penis. You start to suck on it, as expected. Then you stop at a sudden, as you recognize a tasteless liquid on your tongue.

"That’s a feeding dildo, pet. See, these guys were considerate," the man says. You proceed to suck on the dildo until all of it’s contents are empty. Then as the dildo leaves, you open your mouth again, this time the fist sized ballgag actually locked back into place.

"Have a nice night now," he says. "We will continue your training tomorrow." He gets up from the cage, and leaves, the door closing behind him with a hissing sound.

For some time, you sit there motionless, the sound of your juices dripping from the top of the cage your sole companion. If it is already night, then your intuition was correct. But this also means that this was only a half day that you spent here. Two full days and a partial day to remain, assuming that the road takes exactly three days. And there are no detours. Could you hold out that long? What makes you concerned that this was good. This and the previous time were both really-really good. So much so that you start to think you shouldn’t seek help from Fjinn. Instead, you should choose to embrace this life permanently.

Keep it together, Aarla! you think to yourself, dissing the thought that began to sprout roots. For some time, perhaps an hour, you struggle in the straitjacket. But you just can’t get out. No matter how much strength you put into your motions. After that, sleep finally takes you, with the hope that tomorrow would bring something better.