I hear Sir take another picture as I kneel, but I do not show any outward acknowledgement. I hear his footsteps as he crosses the room, Mistress follows him. It doesn’t occur to me to try to run. I simply kneel there, gaze on the floor, waiting for their return. I hear noises, sounds of things clinking and sliding. I am lost in a reverie of everything that has transpired since my abduction. It seems like ages ago, but in fact it has only been a few hours.

I am startled out of my contemplations when Sir holds out a tumble of leather. There is fat dildo and a slender dildo in the confusion of leather and I eye this jumble with consternation. His hand grabs me by the hair and he pulls me to my feet. Mistress crawls to his side. I watch her and take notice. I know deep in my gut that this is how I am to behave. My eyes are brought back to the object as he hands it to Mistress. What the heck is it?

As she stands and walks to me, Sir goes back to his chair. I feel Mistress’ hands on the insides of my thighs, pushing them open. I obligingly spread my legs further apart as he watches us. I can feel my face turn red. She shocks me by shoving the fat dildo into my pussy and I moan, rocking my hips on it.

“What a greedy cunt you have, Slave”

I flame red with humiliation, but I can’t stop myself from grinding on the rubber object.

“But that one’s not for your cunt-hole.”

I frown in confusion, and then my eyes widen as I feel Mistress pull it from my pussy and plunge it into my ass. I grunt at the sharp pain but it quickly melds into a pleasurable full feeling, making me once again swivel my hips in a slow grind. When she slides the other dildo into my pussy, I growl in pleasure and try to fuck the objects impaling me.

I watch, my hips swaying as she straps a belt around me, then a strap between my legs is fastened to the belt. More straps go around my thighs and waist and I see her click small shiny locks in the buckles. Oh no no no, this is a chastity belt my mind screams as comprehension dawns.

Sir says, “You have a problem controlling your orgasms, Slave. This is to remind you that your body is no longer your own. Neither are your orgasms This will prevent you from pleasuring yourself while not under supervision or training. You will inform Dani when you need to use the bathroom and she will remove the plug. Believe me, Steel. You will learn a valuable lesson from your denial.”

I am crying now; I cannot believe they have even taken the control of my bodily functions away from me.

I feel my hands being raised, higher and higher until I am forced on my toes. Shaking like a leaf, trembling all over, I watch as Sir rises from his chair and slowly walks to me. My breath catches as I watch him. Just his approach has caused my nipples to pucker and tighten. I moan as I realize how much of a hold he has on my emotions. He reaches out and picks up the end of the leash that is dangling from my collar. When the end of the leash is touched to my lips, I obediently open my mouth and he places a length of it across my teeth as if it is a leather bit-gag. I bite down and watch him reach out to caress my skin. Oh yesss. I throw back my head and moan. His hands run all over my body in a gentle touch. I quiver and shake, trying to lean into his caress.

Mistress joins him and they continue to tease me, touching, kissing, caressing; lightly twisting my nipples and palming my breasts. I try to press forward into them, but I cannot reach them with my body. I am ready to cum, wanting to cum, needing to cum. I whimper and cry, biting hard on the leash, hoping against hope that this is some cruel joke and they will remove the chastity belt.

Suddenly, they back away and I almost scream in frustration. I try squeezing my legs together but it does nothing to relieve me. I rock my hips, pulling at my wrists, wanting the use of my hands. I am almost chewing on the leash, hanging by my wrists and bicycling my legs in vain. I can’t create the friction, the pressure needed to make me cum. I’m vaguely aware that all the lights have gone out except for one. There are noises and then quiet.

I continue my fruitless quest for satisfaction, legs trembling and squeezing, hips rocking and head shaking. Nothing is working. After some time I begin to realize that I have been left alone to “stew in my juices”. The leash is soggy between my teeth, but I am reluctant to let go of it. He had not given me permission to spit it out. I am frustrated and tired and thirsty, but can do nothing about any of it.

Half an hour passes and my arms are aching. I have tried going further up on my toes to see if I can get the chain loose. I am desperate for relief for my arms. Another hour and shooting pains begin to move through my limbs. Halfway through the night I lose sensation in my hands and arms. By the time light is seeping into the room, I am exhausted and ready to do anything that is required of me.