Chapter 4: A brief interval
A BRIEF INTERVAL
Sometime later, I hear the bolts of the dungeon door sliding, and this is flung open. My Mistress is standing there, her face a picture of amusement. She’s still dressed in her cat suit, her blonde hair slightly disheveled, and her lips curved into a cruel smile.
”I thought I’d honour you with a brief visit you little worm” she says, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorway. “See how you’re getting on with your story…. It should be nearly finished now, I do hope you haven’t been distracted!”
She walks over, stares at my laptop screen and laughs, a harsh sound that echoes through the concrete chamber. “Only 3600… that’s a joke! Looks like you’re going to be down here a lot longer than I expected. Did you get put off your writing with the sight of me fucking that hunky gentleman, you pathetic little excuse for a man?”
Obviously I can’t reply with the gag in. I can’t even nod with this fucking metal mask holding my head rigid so I make an unintelligible grunt.
“Absolutely no idea what that means, but it really doesn’t matter anyway. You’re here until it’s finished, end of! Take as long as you wish, I’m rather enjoying it.”
She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights two. One is for her, the other, she pushes into one of my nose breathing tubes. I can instantly smell the nicotine and tobacco, and cough. She knows I don’t smoke, but has enjoyed forcing me to on several previous occasions. Next, she gets really mean, she pinches the end of my other breathing tube. I now have a choice…. Not breathe at all or suck in pure smoke.
“Breathe it in, slave,” she commands, her voice full of sadistic pleasure. I have no choice but to comply, drawing the smoke into my lungs through my nose. The sensation is harsh, the smoke burning my nose and throat and filling my head with a dizzying haze. She holds the tube closed for a few seconds as I cough violently and then releases it, allowing me to breathe a mixture of smoke and fresh air, which I can just about tolerate.
This cycle is repeated until both her cigarette, and the one wedged in my nose tube are burned down to the stub. She pulls this out and drops both into the now quarter full bucket of piss my catheter is draining into.
"I do hope you're enjoying my little visit, pet" she says sarcastically. "Let's see if we can make the rest of your writing task a bit more interesting for you, shall we?"
Within minutes, the e-stim machine is also connected to clamps which have been fitted to my nipples and also, bizarrely, my metal wrist cuffs. She’s never done the latter before and I wonder how it will feel. I haven’t been able to type when it’s set high on my genitalia so I’m not completely sure what the point of this is. She reads my mind and clarifies this.
”When I shock your wrists and hands, this is a message to you that you are not allowed to type. Instead, you need to concentrate on what is happening. Clear?”
”Mmmfffff”
“Good” she looks at me from head to toe her eyes finally resting on my ballet boots. “Those do look so sexy on you, but I bet they’re starting to get quite uncomfortable now, right?”
“Mmmfffff”
”Cool… we wouldn’t want you being comfortable would we? Now, I have men to subjugate and fuck, so sadly visiting time is over. I’ll see you later worm.”
She blows me a kiss, and the door slams shut behind her so I immediately start typing.