Time for her punishment.

You stood up and pulled her up by her arms. You tied up both her legs and led her towards the basement. Once you arrived at the stairs you simply picked her up and brought her down towards the basement To the old storage room.

The storage room has been mostly cleared out except a couple boxes in the corners stacked on top of each other. On top of one of the boxes was a white case wrapped in a plastic bag, your preperation for the day Emma would return or alternativly when you got a different ****.

In the middle of the room was something new do: close to the ceiling there was a wooden bar installed with 2 ratchet mechanisms on the far ends. There were some cuffs hanging from them that were attached with rope causing the cuffs to dangle in the air. On the floor below was a simmilar structure with ratchets, ropes and a bar that connected it all.

You led Emma to the middle of the room and locked the door behind you.

You took out a scissor from one of the boxes and started to cut away at her clothes. You started with her pants and you noticed she was wearing the same bikini bottom as when you first got her. That wasn’t the good part however. As you continued upwards toward her shirt you started cutting it at the bottom. As you got to her breasts however you noticed something, or rather a lack of something.

No bra? You asked.

No, she was blushing when she responded.

Good girl

You then finished cutting her shirt in half revealing her breasts once again. Her nipples where already stiffened from the cold. And trusted outward due to her arms being **** behind her back

You then cut the rest of her shirt making 2 perfect halves. She won’t be wearing anything like this for a while.

After you removed her shirt you untied her arms and ordered her to spread out her hands so her body made a T formation.

You loosened the ratches causing the cuffs to lower to about neck height and put both of her hands in. You simmilarly put both of her feet in cuffs. After which you took a step back and admired your contraption and the body captured by it. Altough she currently had a lot of movement she would be pulled tighter and tighter as you shortened the rope until she made an X shape.

The main advantage of this was that you could loosen or tighten her bondage without needing to release her. It also left her completly **** when fully tightened not being able to move anything aside from her head.

Currently the bondage was quite loose but you wanted to interrogate her first.

So, why did you decide to come back as my ****, you still had time left to decide and now you even want a permanent contract.

I... i’m not sure. But I feel as though I dont belong if i’m not serving somebody. This somehow feels more natural.

And the contract change?

I think the reason I no longer wanted to be a **** is for the very same reason I became a willing **** in the first place. Yes I love bondage but I also want to feel loved, being passed around from owner to owner just made me feel betrayed. Every sale meant that my owner no longer wanted me, yet they still used me. You feel different somehow. You said you only enjoyed me for my body but you have been the most delicate out of all my owners, even the first one.

Hmm I see. Well, none of that matters anymore. You are my **** now and there’s no going back. So lets start with a new toy shall we.

It was a strap with a red ball in the middle, you weren’t sure what size to buy so you just bought a medium sized one. It fit perfectly.

This is a ballgag. With this I control Not just your movement but also when you are allowed to speak. It needs a little test however.

As you said this you pinched and pulled her nipple as far as it could go. Emma made a lot of noise but it was mostly muffled and aside from a few ooomphs you heard little.

Ah great, it works. Because this next part you won’t enjoy. You see im going to leave you here.

Hmmph?

Yes, I dont yet know for how long but that will depend on the legal process. I have to get in contact with a lawyer and see if the contract you request can be aquired. Based on my current knowledge this will take roughly 3 days but it might be more. So until then you’ll be here.

Oh but don’t worry ill still feed you. I also have a solution for any problems that might occur. You grabbed the white case and opened it. Inside was a small needle and a dozen brownish cubes.

This needle is a special concoction often used by travellers and the millitary. It causes you to sweat out any waste products your body will produce, so I won’t have to untie you for the toilet. These cubes are also a part of it, they contain the chemicals to keep the chemicals in the needle working. Additionally they contain all the nutrients you would need in a day, their taste is pretty awfull but i’m sure you’ll manage.

You took out the needle, and put it on her buttcheek. And fed her a cube.

Now then ill be off, consider this a finaly test of loyalty and punishment for walking away from me. As you closed the door behind you you could hear muffled screaming and tha ratteling of the ratchets and cuffs. The reality must be setting in now that she would have to spend days tied up like that.

But it was about to get a whole lot worse for her. At the moment the bondage was barely even bondage, she had about 80 centimeter of slack on every limb. But you had a remove that could tighten the ropes from afar. What she also didn’t know was that you had a hidden camera in the wall in front of her that was constantly recording and livestreaming her. You sat down on your couch, opened your foldaphone and remote.

Before you even started she was already struggeling quite heavily in her bonds trying to get out. She couldn’t reach her hands to undo the cuffs nor could she bend over to reach her legs. Whilst she struggled he chest was slightly jiggeling which was mesmorising to watch.

After a couple minutes of that she calmed down and just stood there, looking at the door hoping you would come back. It was at this point that you started to rope. She instantly tried to fight back by pulling on the ropes but she had no chance against the ratchets. And she was down to about 40 cm of slack.

After a few minutes of standing like that you tightend the ropes again, 30 cm of slack.

Tightened again, 20 cm of slack.

And again, 10 cm of slack. She had to move her legs apart to keep up.

And again you tightened the ropes: 5 cm of slack. her breathing quickened as her legs were spread further apart.

And once again you tightened it, this time leaving no slack in the rope. For today that would be enough. She was breathing hard het chest rising up and down in quick succesion whilst. She was beginning to panick, she had no idea how many days she would be in here or how hard you could pull the ropes.

Welp, you’ve had your fun. You could tighten it a bit more in the days to come. It was time for bed and tomorrow you would get in contact for that contract.