Second Thoughts

Part 2

My vantage point would only change slightly in the hours to come. Still tired as anything, I found myself once again bare assed (wearing nothing but my chastity belt) on a cold tile floor. This time it was Tom and Janet's kitchen. My bonds had changed as well, but I was still at a distinct disadvantage comparatively. They had come in together, both of them naked and had gone in to the shower. Midway through the curtain had been pulled back and I heard the end of my leash unclip. I was brought in on my knees in to the small walk in shower and once more was subjected to oral submission. Throughout I managed to be bathed and appreciated that fact. I was left laying on the floor, soaking wet as the two toweled off and got dressed. After I had almost finished air drying the two of them were upon me. I was beginning to become impressed with the ease in which they pulled me around, however I had become much more compliant since my arrival. Tom pinned me face down on the ground in the bedroom while Janet set to work. A leather belt was looped under me and around my waist. It was fastened in the back and clipped to the backside of my leather chastity pouch. A leather cuff was fastened to one of my wrists and the other cuff lashed to the belt. Expertly Janet began unbinding the rope around my wrists. The moment I was free of it my free wrist became encircled as well with another leather cuff that connected to the belt as well. Both straps were tightened and my wrists were pulled tightly to the belt. Confident that I was once again adequately restrained they both got off me. The leather wrist cuffs were a welcome replacement to the rope that had long since begun to chafe and restrict circulation. I was pulled by leash to my feet. My nylon blindfold had come off in the shower (much to my dismay) and now all that was left was the ring gag. Tom set upon loosening it as I watched Janet walk over to her dresser. She came back and I knew all too well what the instruments in her hand were for. She carried another stocking in one hand and a pair of panties in the other. As I stretched my jaw to allow the ring gag to be pulled free Janet was at my mouth force feeding the panties in. They filled my mouth quite well, but did not stretch it as much as the stuffing from the night before. Tom took the stocking and wound it around my mouth two to three times knotting it tightly behind my head. I lowered my head in a submissive gesture as the two of them stepped back a moment to look over their captive. My leash was taken up and I was told
“Come”

I was led out of the bedroom and for the first time now was seeing the interior of the home. I noted now that Tom and Janet no longer felt the need for ski masks, so apparently the role of concealed captors was being abandoned. This was a sign of confidence on their part, they knew they were fully in control. I was lead down a long carpeted hallway that had two other doors in it. We reached the staircase and I was lead down in to what appeared to be the living room. Both of their dogs had been sitting at attention and now rose to greet their masters.

“Good babies” Janet cooed as she walked forward heading them off. “Come on, let's go” she said and they followed her into another room at her heel. Tom led me in another direction towards their kitchen. I heard a screen door open and close and assumed Janet was letting the dogs out. Tom ordered me to my knees upon entering the kitchen and within moments he had chained my leash to a kitchen table leg. Janet returned a moment later without the dogs and the two of them immediately attended to fixing breakfast. Moments later the smell of eggs and bacon filled my nostrils. I realized for the first time now how parched and hungry I was. My stomach growled and I kept my eyes fixed on the floor hoping to block out the hunger pains. Tom and Janet conversed as if I wasn't even there, speaking about how they had slept and what groceries they would need to pick up the next time they went in to town. No reference was made to the gagged and hobbled figure in the leather chastity thong leashed to the table. They sat down moments later, Janet pulled her chair out right by me. They began divvying up food and morning paper sections. Without even glancing down at me Janet tapped me on the head and snapped her fingers at a pointed motion down to her bare foot. I immediately inferred what this meant, and not wanting to disappoint I bent my head down and put my nose to her foot. I couldn't provide any kisses or licks due to my gag, however I began to press my stockinged lips against them as a submissive gesture. She gave no sign of approval, merely read the paper and made the occasional side comment to Tom. The two made short work of their breakfasts and I was back kneeling upright as they tended to the dishes. After a brief period of tidying up I found them both standing over me. This time I raised my head and looked up at my captors. As usual, Tom broke the silence,

“I'm sure last night gave you a very good taste of what life as our slave is like, and understand that it is our decision when and how we use you. If you haven't realized by now, we have covered all of our bases and you're a long way from home. But understand that being our slave is not a 24/7 fuck fest. It's our job to train you now how we see fit. For starters, understand that we will look after you, we will feed you and give you drink, but that is the extent of our kindness. Get used to your bondage, it's part of your life now. It's a symbol of our ownership of you.”

He let his words set in. My mind once again drifted back to the notion that this was just for the weekend. By now it was clearly Saturday morning. I had to hold on to the fact that there could only be roughly 24-30 more hours of this, but I would nonetheless play along.

Janet spoke next,

“There are quite a few things we are eager to teach you, and eager to try on you. This will be a very full day which is why we are going to feed you now, and then let you rest briefly. Don't mistake this as a sign of affection on our end, we need you very attentive for the remainder of the day.”

This was terrific news. Food and a nap. My basic human needs and desires were to be shortly addressed.

“Do you want to prepare his breakfast Jan, I'll go get the dogs?” Tom offered. Tom took off down the hallway and Janet turned to me.
“I'm going to take out your gag, DO NOT speak unless spoken to, do you understand?”

I nodded my head yes and arched upward so she could undo the stocking and pull loose her panties. I breathed in fresh air and lowered my head once again. Janet turned from me and began preparing something by the sink. As she toiled by the sink Tom and the dogs came back in. The two of them ran over to wear I was kneeling and turned to stand by my side. I looked at the two dogs who now flanked me. They sat patiently looking over at Janet, as if going re-enacting a daily routine. I soon realized that this is in fact exactly what they were doing. Janet and Tom came over to the three of us carrying a multitude of red and blue dishes. They were all set down in front of us. I quickly realized they were the dog dishes. Written on four of them were the names “Rusty” and “Dale.” These were filled with what appeared to be kibble and in the others was water. The two dogs quickly began burying their faces in their respective dishes. Then two more dishes were set down directly in front of me. Written on each was “slave.” One was filled with water, the other had some sort of a milky brown color. I looked up at my captors.

“Eat” was all Tom said looking down at me. I decided obeying was the smartest move and tried as best I could to lower my face to the dish. I first lapped some water up out of the first bowl before moving to the second. I put my face close and tried to smell it. I paused uncertain as to what exactly I was being fed. This moment's hesitation would cost me as Janet raised her foot and pushed my head fully into the bowl. I fell forward into the cold much.

“We said ‘EAT'” she barked. I opened my mouth and once again without hesitation, allowed something foreign in. I discovered it to be cold oatmeal. Happy that it wasn't gruel I set about trying to eat with just a face in a dish. I alternated between the oatmeal and water as the dogs ate heartily beside me. The sight was not lost on me. In this home I too was clearly a dog and would not be treated with any greater dignity. My lower back began to ache at the odd position I was in and I began to take longer pauses between lowering my head for slurps, this action would cost me.

“Not hungry?…well then you won't be needing this” came Janet's voice as she leaned in and quickly pulled away both of my dishes. I sat upright in what was initially protest but then thought better of it and remained quietly on my knees. It was by this time that I realized Tom was nowhere in my field of vision. His location was suddenly and harshly revealed when from behind me a hand shot in to view holding a damp cloth. Tom pulled it fast to my face and I once again realized I was being chloroformed. It's funny the things you find yourself thinking when something like this was happening. My thoughts ran the gamut of “I hope he keeps me from hitting the floor” to “I wonder if this has any long term effects on a person?” And while I had been working on being more compliant, I found myself once again responding harshly and trying to buck loose of his firm grip. Janet was upon me as well further pressing Tom's hand to my face and with my wrists locked to the belt behind me I offered no chance of resistance and once again the world around me began to dim.

Coming to happened in stages. At first I became apparent of conscious thought. I remember thinking about work and a project I had been assigned to about a month ago. I think at that moment a part of me truly believed I was in my bed back home. It took me only a moment to realize though that the surface on which I lay was hard and cold. Then it came rushing back to me. Where I was, who's control I was under, and I suddenly determined that it was time to take stock of my current bondage situation. This began with the requisite attempt at arm movement. It was quickly apparent that I was laying on the floor somewhere in Tom and Janet's home and that my wrists were still leather cuffed behind me to the belt. I also still had on my chastity harness. A quick kick of my legs revealed that they were bound with chord at the ankles and at the knees. The fact that I was breathing in heavily from the noes clued me in that once again the ball gag had been inserted, and opening my eyes I felt something tied over them as well...probably another nylon. Resigned to my fate I now attempted to take stock of my environment and try and guess where I was. The floor felt like concrete so I wondered if I was back in the garage. I rolled myself a little to the right and then back to the left and deduced that I had open space on all sides. I wormed my way forward a bit and a moment later my head collided with something hard.

“mmmggg” I grimaced in pain. As soon as the blinding light of pain disappeared I tried to determine what I had struck. I saddled my body up against what felt like some kind of furniture piece, perhaps a bureau or a dresser. I felt my way to the corner edge and suddenly came up with a rather ingenious idea. I began rubbing my head against the corner and I soon found that my blindfold was not tied very tightly and could slowly be worked loose. I rubbed it back and forth a couple of times until it fell from covering my eyes and hung down on the bridge of my nose. My eyes began adjusting to what was a dimly lit room. I rolled over to survey my surroundings and realized I was more than likely in a basement. There were no windows and the only light came from a dim lamp that sat across the room on a desk. There was a lot of old furniture lining the walls and I realized I had been placed in the center of the room. For some reason I felt good about removing my blindfold. Over the past day and a half it was really the only thing I had been able to successfully alter about my environment. This renewed sense of confidence made me think about trying to free myself. True I was bound and gagged in this couple's basement in an area I was completely unfamiliar with, but perhaps escape was worth a shot. In the back of my head I new this was only to last for the weekend and was all a semi-consensual production, but maybe I should up the ante and take the game to the next level by attempting a legitimate escape. For all I knew Tom and Janet weren't even in the home now and this would be my only chance. Fidgeting with my wrist cuffs let me know quickly that they were not the place to start. My gag was strapped in way too tightly to try and work that out by rubbing it against anything. I decided my best bet was to attempt to untie my ankles. Laying on my side I curled my knees up behind me in an almost self imposed hog tie position. My hands came upon my bound ankles and I began fidgeting with the rope, looking for a beginning to a knot tie. About ten minutes later I found what I believed to be the knotted end and began picking at it vigorously with my nails. Five more minutes and my efforts were rewarded as the knot came loose and I began slowly unraveling the numerous lengths looped around and between my ankles. I was elated to have freed my ankles and decided against moving on to my knees since the rope would not completely hinder my ability to right myself and walk in a modified manner. I sat myself up and pushed my back against the dresser and slowly braced myself and began to push myself from the floor. Moments later I was on my feet. I was breathing in heavily through my nose and my forehead was glistening with sweat as a combination of my efforts and the nervousness I was feeling. I further surveyed the scene now, my eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to find something that might assist in releasing my wrist cuffs. At the same time I looked for an exit to the cellar knowing that I could probably attempt to navigate the home in my current half bound state. I spotted a stair case over at the far darkened end of the room and I hobbled over to it. Looking up it was narrow, wooden and about twenty steps up. I paused before considering whether or not to try to go up it. I looked to my side and suddenly my attention became extremely diverted. My eyes widened as something came in to focus. It appeared to be a bench of some kind. It was blue matted and almost resembled a sit up bench from a gym. What shocked me was what was built of to it. At one end, typically where you would steady your feet, there was a board nailed to it upright, atop which sat some kind of motor apparatus the end of which resembled a drill. On the drill like end someone had placed a rather large black rubber dildo. I couldn't believe my eyes. It looked like Tom and Janet had invented some sort of fucking machine. I could easily envision someone bent over the bench while the dildo would be aimed perfectly at their exposed anus. Whether this was something they used in their own play or if this was something that was intended for me, I had no desire to ever witness it in use and now became more determined than ever to escape my confines. I cautiously raised a foot and began my slow journey up the stairs. I would have to securely plant both feet upon a stair before the next could be negotiated as a result of my bound knees. I paused after every stair also to listen and try and determine if I could hear anything up stairs. Never hearing anything that gave me reason to change course I finally made it up to the door. Slowly pivoting myself around so my hands could work the knob I found myself very sweaty now and almost panting around my gag. My fingers found the knob and I closed my eyes saying a quick little prayer that it not be locked. Slowly turning the knob I found that it was unlocked. Incredibly thankful I paused to consider my situation. They had left me blindfolded and tied up on the floor in the basement probably never envisioning that I could find my way out. Given the degree of care the couple had taken up until now, I found this to be surprising that they hadn't planned for this possibility. Having slowly turned the knob all the way I very gently and at a snail's pace set to pushing the door open. It opened with a low creaking noise and gave me pause to panic, hoping that no one had heard that. After not hearing any responsive movement I pushed it further and then pivoted myself back around to face the final step. Natural light flooded the dark stairwall as I made my way out of my basement prison.