Secure her

I gently unbuckle her seatbelt but leave her seat reclined. I just couldn't take seeing her dressed even one minute longer. Her breasts were calling to me. The soft globes looked like they were uncomfortable in their blouse cage. I felt it was my duty to free them from the tyrannical dictatorship that was her clothing. Once inspired it was a matter of seconds for me to rip every stitch of clothing off of her. Thankfully I was not too involved to remember what i was doing there in the first place. I gently pick her up and carry her to a special room that I had specially prepared for her, we'll say, training.

The room I had set up for her was made to break her spirit and make her not have enough of a mind to fight back. The room was painted the brightest white I could get my hands on and was lighted so that it would be an abusively bright. This is to help keep her from sleeping. Sleep deprivation is part of my plan to make her my ****. I had also prepared an audio tape with some subliminal messages on them. Hopefully that coupled with the sleep deprivation would make her my willing ****.

Putting her in the room I had prepared was a little more complicated than i had originally thought. It is really difficult handcuffing a limp body to loops I had put on the ceiling. I finished restraining her in the room and setting up the subliminal tape, making sure that it is out of reach of her once she wakes up in case she decides to struggle. The ball gag went into her mouth in case she wanted to get loud. All I could do now was to leave and come back later.

I checked on her every six hours or so to giver her some water through the gag so she didn't dehydrate on me. She was doing little but sobbing now. As much as I hate seeing a woman cry, I must steel my heart for the final objective and the future happiness and pleasure to be had. My sunglasses were always on when looking in on her, damn were those lights bright. The room became hot from this, not too hot though. They maintained the normally cold room around the mid-eighties. At three days she got an hour and a half of sleep, not enough to rest her any but enough that she wouldn't go psychotic by the end.

Two weeks had passed using this routine. I had fed her after five days, being very careful in the amount and what I fed her. She was mentally collapsed by now, the sobbing had ended and she just hung there staring into space. With her spirit broken, it was time to give her a little rest. I had learned in college that if someone went without sleep for a long enough time that they could possibly die from it, so that was the reason for letting her sleep.

After much waiting it was time to see if all that I had done had worked at all.