Sandra’s new life

Sandra stares at the wall unable to move, unable to think. Her mind is adrift, lost to some world between pleasure and pain, between consciousness and unconsciousness. Her body still spasms from the twenty-eight orgasms and countless electrical shocks forced upon her over the last three hours. Her trembling legs, still suspended above her by their torturous strings, send little tugs to the clamps that secure them tightly to her nipples. What’s left of Sandra’s mind is trying to collect the will to move, to clean herself up and get her toys put away before her family wakes up in a few hours. A few hours…the concept bounces around in her brain, but it’s meaning is lost. All meaning is lost. To Sandra a second is now the same as a year.

A sound echoes through her brain. Her conscious mind knows it’s her bedroom door, but the connection between awareness and action is nowhere to be found. Her right foot falls to the bed, followed immediately by the left. Her breasts spring from their stretched torture and, with a slight jiggle, settle to their natural position. Somewhere deep in her mind Sandra knows this is happening, that someone is standing over her naked, helpless body, yet she can do nothing but stare at the wall. Something comes into view, moving toward her, and the wall is replaced with darkness, nothingness. Sandra feels arms under her petite frame, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a rough fabric. The canvas shell lifts, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The building fear brings her mind back to the surface, but it’s too late. She’s now trapped in some sort of large gym bag being taken to some unknown place. She tries to struggle, to rip the tape from her mouth and scream for help, but there isn’t enough room in the bag to move. Fear turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted state she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a world of darkness. She reaches up to feel a heavy leather hood leaving only her mouth and nose exposed while small hole in the back lets her hair hang out of the hood like a pony tail and large bulges cover her eyes and ears. The hood is held in place by a smooth steel collar with a padlock preventing it’s removal. Continuing her search she finds that The Master is gone and a very different device was in it’s place. While The Master was a cobbled together contraption of scavenged parts, this new device was sleek. It’s outer shell seemed to be smooth, polished steel hinged at the crotch with small holes over her sex and anus. It was also much thinner and more form fitting than her creation, it’s waist band reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either side. Her simple leather cuffs were now smooth steel rings also secured with padlocks, with similar rings at her ankles. Feeling up and down for any other changes she finds that the rest of her body was still completely naked. She feels the bed she woke on and notices it’s firmer and larger that the one she was taken from, king size by her best guess. She reaches a toe off of the edge to find a cold hard floor in place of the soft shag carpeting of her room. She slides her other foot to the ground and takes a step, nearly falling as her still exhausted body struggles to support itself.

“Get back on the bed.” The voice booms through her head as if coming from all directions. It sounded synthetic, like the voice scramblers used by bad guys in movies. Sandra turns her head to try to determine it’s direction of origin when a sharp shock to her neck causes her to yelp in pain. “I said back on the bed, slave. Do I need to tell you again?” Sandra’s breath quickens as she turns around frantically, waving her arms in front of her until she feels the edge of the bed. “Good girl,” the anonymous voice utters as she climbs back onto the bed.

“Who are you? Where am – AAHHHH!!!” Another shock shoots through her neck, stronger than the last.

“A slave speaks only when given permission, or to answer a direct question.” Sandra tips her head back and forth, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. “That’s not going to help. I’m speaking to you through headphones in your hood. They’re noise canceling, you only see and hear what I decide.” Sandra’s world of darkness is suddenly filled with blinding light.