Weeks later

The following weeks consist of nothing but torment. You are a bondage lover yourself, therefore you had plenty of items for Rebecca to find and turn against you. You spend hours encased head to toe in latex, screaming in your inflatable gag as a vibrator torments you. Any other time you are locked in your cell, waiting to be used again. Or you are tied to the bed in Rebecca's cabin (your cabin), where you have to please her sexually.

Strange. Cruelty is exactly what her wrath promised you. But somehow it still took you off guard how effectively it was delivered. She told you that you should forcibly empty your mind. And accept yourself as an object. Something that you as a fresh **** might fight against. Yet after only a couple of weeks you found yourself wishing for this goal rather than pushing it away.

"Good morning, pet," Rebecca says once the hood was removed from your head.

"Good morning, Mistress," you tell her obedient.

You are in the cell, tied to a pole in a standing position. You are of course bound motionless. The vibrator that already caused you so much torment is pressed between your legs. Ready to start at the push of a button.

"We arrived to my hideout. I hope you are excited," she says. "For the record any hope that you might had for getting rescued ends here. By the time I'm done with you, you are going to be the perfect bondage pet. Anyone who buys you will be amazed how obedient you've become."

After a moment of silence she grabs your chin, and she leans closer to you.

"What do you say, ****?"

"Thank you, Mistress!"

She pretends that she is about to release you from the pole. But then she pushes the MAX button on the vibrator instead.

"Oh, and I meant not now, but several hours after we landed," she says with a grin. Then she leaves you alone in the cell.