You try to endure

You spend the next couple hours enduring the pain caused by the weights, grunting as you bite down on the ballgag, but finally the door opens, and you see Bastila's face again as she removes your blindfold.

“You did good, pet,” she says and she smiles at you. She removes the weights form your nipples, then she starts feeding you from the plate she put next to you earlier, you saying thank you every occasion.

“Have you figured out how long we want to keep you with Mission?” she asks.

You shake your head.

“Come on, take a guess,” she smiles.

“Three months?” you say your most optimistic estimate.

“Hush-hush: you are smarter than that,” she says.

“Six months?” you ask scared.

“Come on, pet!” she says, her eyes sparkling, however you dare not to make another guess.

“It is forever, darling,” she says happily, and starts caressing your face.

For the next few seconds, you just stare at her, your body entirely motionless. But deep down you knew this was their plan all along. And now you are trapped, in the cage, all strapped down and in chastity, with absolutely no way to get out.

“Oh, I forgot: we didn't even ask you,” Bastila says, and leans closer to you. “Do you want to be a **** for the rest of your life, pet?”