Your Master Requires Thirty Days · Part 4

Your Master Requires Thirty Days · Part 4 (4/5)
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He took hold of my upper arms. “One step back, slowly. Don’t look around.” I followed his orders, carefully sliding my feet back. Was something happening behind me? I dare not look just to satisfy my curiosity.

“Stop!” I came to a halt. What next? He grabbed the mat on the bunk and threw it on the floor, in front of me.

“We’re going to the floor. Kneel down. I’ll hold onto you.” It wasn’t as easy as I expected. I bent my knees but the shackles on my ankles were too close together for me to keep my balance. Without the use of my hands I would have fallen over. With his hands steadying me I was able to kneel on the pad, still facing the wall. I noticed there was a steel ring set into the wall in front of me, below my chin.

“You’re doing well.” It was an offhand comment but to me it meant everything. He knew exactly what to say to keep me focused on his instructions. “Keep that back straight! Don’t sit back on your heels.” The sudden change to an abrupt tone had the desired effect. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions but the mat did save wear and tear on my knees. I still wasn’t sure what he had in mind for me. What did this have to do with an inspection?

“It’s important you hold very still. Will you do that for me?” This time his voice was soft, comforting, when he spoke so low it was almost a whisper in my ear. I might not be able to talk but I could nod my head in agreement. Somewhere in the back of my head a voice was warning that he was manipulating me. I didn’t care; at that moment I’d do anything for him.

He reached under my chin. I couldn’t see but I heard the rattle of a chain threading through the ring on the wall. A moment later the snap of a padlock closing on the retaining loop of my collar explained the mysterious reason behind the placement of that ring. My collar went from symbolic value to functional restraint. I was chained to the wall. I had to continue kneeling now; I’d choke if I tried to stand or even lean back.

“Excellent, I’m pleased you obey so diligently.” Simple praise, yet in my condition they sunk deep into my brain, reinforcing his power over me. “The inspection will start by checking the guest for contraband.”

What? I had no idea what he meant by contraband, or where I would hide it on my person. Other than the lovely jewelry the management insisted I wear all I’d brought into the cell was my birthday suit.

He began by running his fingertips down my arms, stopping at the handcuffs binding my wrists. That feathery touch left a line of fiery sensation like nothing I had ever experienced before. Then he moved to my hips, using that same light touch to trace a course all the way down to my ankles. Next it was my waist, one finger running along the boundary between the waistband of the chastity belt and my bare skin. I closed my eyes, lost to a world of sensation.

When his hands reached around to my breasts I lost it. I could hear moaning sounds, muffled by the gag. It had to be coming from me. Without thinking I tried to reach out behind my back with my bound hands, hoping I might touch him, if only for a moment.

“Stop that, right now!” His hands disappeared. I jerked back my hands, once more resting them against the small of my back. “I told you to hold still, don’t disappoint me.” There was a harsh tone to his reprimand. Tears came to my eyes. I deserved it.

“Mike?” That was the other guard, Pete. I’d forgotten all about him. “We got a call, out in the hallway, right now. You can finish with her later.”

“Remember what I said,” he whispered in my ear. How could I forget? It was up to me to prove to him I would not be disobedient again.

I heard him walk away. The cell door slammed shut. I heard the sound of the key in the door lock. Two sets of footsteps dwindled into the distance, followed by the sound of a distant door opening and closing. The lights dimmed, back to rest time levels.

There I was, alone in the gloom, kneeling on the floor and chained to the wall. What concerned me more than my uncomfortable position was the undeniable fact that I could not look away from that spot on the wall, the one he had directed to my attention. I wanted to look over my shoulder, in the hope I’d see a guard return. Whatever he’d done to me, my head was locked in place, my eyes fixed onto that tiny spot. Try as I might, I couldn't overcome his command.

There was little else to distract me from contemplating what was happening to me. A small part of me was still there, fighting to regain some kind of control. The rest of my mind was in a mental cage, trapped in a cycle of compulsion I could not break.

Hold still. That was the cage around my brain. I was alone, no one would see if I just took a quick look. That’s what I told myself. That other part wasn’t listening, or maybe my mental words were being drowned out by the sound of his voice. Whether I was alone or there was a crowd standing behind me, it made no difference. I would remain in position until he came back.

The Return I had no idea how long my ordeal lasted. My back ached, my legs felt numb, and my knees, oh my knees, they were sawn off stumps. Even my shoulders began to remind me my hands had been bound behind my back for some time.

Physical discomfort was the price I had to pay for my disobedience. I was positive I was being punished for that one moment when I failed him. I knew better than to try to reach out. What else could he do, given the circumstances? It was his responsibility to maintain discipline. He had to correct me.

I heard the outside door open and close. The lights came up, followed by the sound of boots on the concrete floor. It had to be a guard. Was it him? It was important he see that I was still in place.

The boots stopped in front of my cell. Hold still, hold still, the words raced through my head, over and over. There were the now familiar sounds of the key in the lock, and the door swinging open. Then the guard was behind me, standing in silence. My anxiety level shot skyward. Had I missed something?

He knelt down close beside me. From the corner of my eye I recognized Officer Obnoxious. No, it was Officer Mike now; I knew his name. Not that I’d ever use it in conversation. He was Authority, capital A, with only one name, sir.

He unlocked my collar and removed the chain connecting me to the wall. That was a relief. I was starting to worry my legs would give out and I’d hang myself. I kept my eyes on the wall.

“You are a remarkable woman,” he told me, pushing aside hair that had fallen over my face. I couldn’t help myself. I started to cry, tears running down my cheeks. Behind my back I felt his hands on my arms. Then the handcuffs were gone; my wrists were free.

“C’mon, I’ll help you stand up.” He put his large, weathered hands under my arms and lifted me up. My legs turned to rubber, but he held on, helping me to the bunk. One odd thing, with my hands free I wasn’t sure where they should go. I settled with crossing them in my lap. I couldn’t ask, that horrid gag was still in place.

“Lean forward,” he told me. The gag came off after he loosened the straps holding it in place. That was an immense relief. I worked my jaw to ease the cramped muscles. “You have permission to speak.”

“Thank you, sir. You are very kind.” He was being nice to me and I did appreciate it. Even though he was directly responsible for my hours of misery I had no ill feelings toward him because of it. I was here for three reasons: confinement, bondage and discipline. Officer Mike delivered all three.

“Feeling better now?” At my nod he stood up and faced me. “Look at me,” he ordered in that certain tone that demanded my instant obedience. I lifted my face up to him.

“Listen carefully. Sit up straight, hold your head high. Legs together, both feet on the floor.” I hurried to meet his demands. “That’s right. Now, if you are not restrained your hands are to be placed on your thighs, palms down, like this.” He grabbed my hands, folded in my lap, and placed them on my legs. “Keep your fingers together.” He nudged my hands a bit more to the outside.

“There, remember this position. When you are seated, this will be the only acceptable manner for you to present yourself.” He crouched down to eye level. “You will get it right every time. No forgetting, you will be perfect in every way. Threats of punishment won’t be necessary, because there will be no mistakes. I have no doubts you can accomplish this. You will not fail me.”

He was so confident in the way he spoke about me, as if it were established fact. I had all kinds of doubts as to my ability to be perfect, but he simply brushed them aside without even asking. The way he looked at me, how his eyes seemed to peer deep into my soul, what did he see that I missed? I found myself gaining confidence from his words, drawing on his strength to build my own resolve. No, I would not fail him.

The Door “You stay where you are. I’ll be right back.” I watched while he strode out of the cell and disappeared from sight. To my astonishment the door to the cell stood wide open. I could just walk out on my own; there was nothing to stop me. That wasn’t right. Why hadn’t he locked it when he left?

A few seconds later he came back, an extra sheet in one hand. There must be a linen closet in the hallway. He was close by, all the time. Even so, that open door bothered me. Confinement required physical security. It was wrong for him to leave me alone like that.

He must have seen the concerned expression on my face. “What is it?” he demanded. Put that way I couldn’t hold back. I explained how I thought it was inappropriate for him to leave me alone in an open cell.

He stepped back and leaned against the wall, gazing at me with a strange expression. Suddenly he stood up straight. “Stand up, turn around! Put your hands behind your back!” The abrupt change sent me scurrying to meet his orders. I felt a set of handcuffs being closed around my wrists. Had I angered him with my complaint?

With his hands on my shoulders he guided me over to the rear wall. “Hold still! Don’t turn around. Do not speak.” Me and my big mouth; I was in trouble now.

He picked up the sleeping mat off the floor, where I had knelt on it. He slid it under the sheets and pillow. To my surprise he began making a makeshift bed for me, with the pillow against the rear wall, close to where I stood. When he finished he took me by the shoulders again, this time steering me to the bunk. “Sit down,” came the expected order in his crisp, no-nonsense voice.

When I sat down I remembered his instructions. Naturally I had to leave my hands behind my back, but for the rest I was sure I got it right. He backed up, arms crossed, scrutinizing every detail. He does notice, I thought.

“I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m angry at myself. You’re right; I should have locked the door, regardless of how long I was gone. I owe you an apology. It won’t happen again.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He represented Authority, he was in charge. If he made a mistake he certainly didn’t have to explain it to me. Make a change, ensure it didn’t happen again, but that was it.

He reached down and curled his fingers under my collar. “Don’t worry, no self-recriminations here. Did you really think you had a chance to reach the door without me hearing you?” He used the tip of his boot to jerk upwards on the chain between my ankles. “You make a lot of noise when you walk. My apology is for tempting you. You’d never make it to the corridor. Besides, I told you to remain where you are. You were incapable of standing up, much less making a dash for freedom.”

He was right, but then that was part of his job. As far as I was concerned, he was always right. A verbal order was sufficient to restrain me. The bars were merely decoration. All that was required to keep me in my cell was for him to look me in the eye and tell me I couldn’t leave.

“Is there something you want to say?” I took that as permission to speak.

“Yes, sir. I didn’t think about your command. I feel much better about the door now.”

“Yes, well, just the same, it will be kept locked from now on. Allowing you to freely wander around the premises, that won’t do at all.”

“No, sir,” I agreed. Strolling along the hallways, on my own, without a guard to supervise me? No hood over my head, and not fully restrained? Physical control was enforced by the twin pillars of bondage, through the restraints; and confinement behind the walls of this place. Mental control came with the rules of the house, along with the discipline administered by the guards. I needed, and expected, both to be present at all times.

My Pledge It had been a long day, and I was feeling it. I tried to suppress a yawn but it slipped out despite my effort.

He noticed. “I’ll allow you to get some sleep in a moment.. There’s one last task I’m going to impose on you.”

“Yes, sir?” I was tired, but his demands came first.

“Every day, when you first wake up in the morning, and when you go to sleep at night, I want you to recite this pledge, out loud if you can, or to yourself if you must be quiet.”

A pledge? It was an odd sort of requirement but if he wanted it I was eager to comply with his wishes.

He reached behind me and released the handcuffs. Mindful of what I must do I immediately placed my hands in the proper spot on my legs. He nodded in approval. It gave me a warm feeling, to see the way in which he paid attention as to how well I kept to his orders.

“Repeat each line after me. I want you to memorize this. It’s short.”

I had to deliver it twice a day, so I paid careful attention.

“I am proud to be a submissive woman, obedient to those placed in authority over me.”

I echoed back the line, thinking about it. The wording was simple but profound in the implications. That phrase, placed in authority, might need some qualification.

“I do not apologize for who I am; neither do I accept criticism for behaving the way I am taught.”

I repeated it back, word for word. I liked that one. I interpreted it as meaning I didn’t have to make excuses because I chose the path of deference and submission to others. I caught myself; I was already thinking in terms of that phrase from the first line.

“I will remain faithful to my beliefs. I will not be swayed by detractors. That’s the last line,” He concluded. I ended my pledge by speaking that same line. I ran through all three lines one more time, to make sure I had it right.

Twice a day, I could easily manage that. The way it was affirmative, not negative, was reassuring to me. Best of all it was something beneficial, a small daily ritual I could perform for Officer Mike.

He rested a hand on my shoulder. “That’s enough for one day. I want you to get some rest. You’ll have a full day tomorrow. You will remain seated until the lights dim. You will recite your pledge, and then you will lie down. When the lights come back up, you will immediately sit up and recite your pledge again. Any questions?”

I had all kinds of questions, but those would have to wait for another time. “No, sir,” I answered.

He turned around and walked away. I watched while he made an elaborate show of locking the cell door. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. He disappeared, but I could hear his receding footsteps in the hallway, ending with the outer door being shut. The lights dimmed.

Head high, I stared straight ahead, at nothing in particular. Slowly I recited my pledge, whispering each word since we weren’t allowed to talk after lights out. When I finished I kept my position for a little while longer. Only a few days in here, yet I had changed. I was a prisoner here in every sense. Confined behind bars, legs chained together in bondage, and inside my head, ahh, there was the real transformation. Between this place and Officer Mike my mind was in a sort of bondage too; confined within the rules, bound by nothing more than one man’s commanding voice.

I lifted up the sheet and lay back on the bunk, covering my legs. When I went to pull the sheet up I had to pause; it didn’t feel right. Did I have permission to cover myself? After reviewing his instructions in my mind I decided he wouldn’t have given me the extra sheet unless it was allowed. And there was the sign on the wall; according to the regulations it was allowed.

I had to put my arms under the pillow to prop up my head. Otherwise the collar kept choking me when I rolled around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Overall it had been a wonderful day. My only regret was Officer Mike not lying next to me. Oh yeah, I had to add not having a key to that chastity belt. It was unquestionably the single worst instrument ever devised to torment the wearer. I fell asleep in seconds.

Intermission “I love this story!” Cathy exclaimed. “It explains so much about our Paula. Sir?” She turned to Big Mike. “Does she still say that pledge twice a day?”

He nodded. “I never told her to stop. Paula?”

“Yes, sir. That pledge is such an ingrained habit by now I’d go crazy if I didn’t say it twice a day. When it’s just the two of us I repeat it out loud, otherwise it’s purely internal. Master agrees that I should keep it to myself when I’m in the secure area, out of respect for the other women who might overhear.”

“I disagree,” Trina spoke up. “I apologize, sir, but from where I am I think that pledge should be obligatory for any of us assigned to the secure area. I know it would mean a lot to me to be able to repeat it before going to sleep. May I have your permission to mention it to my master?”

Big Mike shrugged. “So you know, I made it up on the spur of the moment, while I was sitting next to Paula. She can send you an email with the text if you are permitted to ask.”

“Sir, can I add my name to the email list, if I get approval first?” That was from Cathy.

“Hmm, seems this may go viral. Okay, this is what we’ll do. Paula? You have permission to send the pledge to anyone who sends you an email first. That email must explicitly state the request is with her master’s consent. You will forward those emails to me. I want to make sure I’m not interfering.”

A Full Day I was already awake when the lights came up. I didn’t wait for the wakeup alarm to chime. Instead I tossed aside the sheet and sat up. Without hesitating I assumed my special position and began reciting the pledge, louder this time. When I finished I heard the outer door open.

I began again when I saw it was Officer Mike in the hallway. I went through the pledge one more time, for his benefit. I felt different; self-assured, that was the best way to describe it. As soon as I finished I jumped up and began folding the bedding. While he stood there, watching me I carefully placed it all at the foot of the bunk before assuming my position against the wall.

“Elbows are too low, get them up!” he snapped. I raised my arms.

Mike unlocked the cell door and slowly walked in, looking around as if he were conducting a room inspection. In truth there was little to check. To say my room was sparsely decorated was an understatement. He didn’t hurry.

I watched him, concerned he might see something I had missed. He stopped when he looked over the bedding. Suddenly he picked up the pillow and threw it to the floor, at my feet. “The pillow case is crooked. Fix it, and then return to the wall.”

“Yes, sir.” I didn’t see anything wrong with the pillow but I wasn’t going to argue. His attitude was distant and maybe on the intolerant side, yet underneath it somehow I knew he was enjoying the moment. This was familiar territory for me. There was a certain trait in the dominant male personality, the desire to see their power over a submissive woman in action. It was sort of a guilty pleasure, seeing me jump through the proverbial hoops in a completely arbitrary way.

I suppose I had the right to be indignant, to tell him where to go and how to get there in graphic detail. That was the politically correct way, and in another life I might do just that. But not here, and especially not now; no, all I was concerned about was how I could best please him in carrying out those seemingly callous orders. I carefully straightened the pillow case and placed the pillow back on the bedding. I took my time in exaggerating how I centered the pillow. It had to be perfect. For Officer Mike everything had to be in its proper place.

I returned to my spot against the wall. My arms went up, elbows even and pulled back, the way he demanded. I stood like a statue; only my eyes were moving, tracking him while he paced back and forth in front of me. I saw the way his eyes swept up and down my exposed body. For once I was grateful I wore that chastity belt, because of the way it accentuated my natural curves in a most attractive way, drawing in the eye to focus in what was behind the metal plate securely nestled between my hips

I risked lifting my chin an almost imperceptible amount. It was enough to catch his attention, but hopefully not enough to warrant a reprimand. It was almost instinctive; I wanted him to look at the collar around my neck. It worked. He stared at that band, held on by the clearly visible rivets. Permanence was the word that came to his mind.

No question Officer Mike was fascinated by my collar. Did it work its magic on him to the same extent it affected me? In my heart it was his collar, his claim of ownership marking the woman standing before him. If only I had a way to get him to see me that way.

He reached behind my head, taking hold of my small wrists in his massive hands. I was surprised when he pulled my hands downward to where they rested just above the collar. That wasn’t the proper position.

“That’s better,” he explained. “It makes for a nice backdrop to the lovely necklace you have on. This is what I will see from now on.” And just like that it was now the right way. Order and structure were now restored with a few words. Was it capricious? Of course, but I didn’t care. What did matter is I knew exactly what to do.

“One last item,” he added. “When you get up in the morning, before you recite your pledge, you must neatly fold up the bedding first. It will be placed on the end of the bunk, close to the bars. It must be centered on the bunk, and the width of your hand from the edge. The pillow will be placed on top. Once the bedding is in order you will sit back down and begin your recital. You did well, this morning. I neglected to specify the order of your tasks

Your Master Requires Thirty Days · Part 4 (4/5)
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