Pain Junkies

Where Slave Girls Come To Cry

Bondage Story: Abducting Her – Chapter 4

Written By: Editor - May• 21•08

CHAPTER IV
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The  first rule was that I was not speak unless asked a  question
or  told to speak, and that I was not to ask him  anything  about
himself – his name, occupation, age, NOTHING.

The  second  rule  was that I had to know that for  the  next  48
hours,  everything  I said and did would be  recorded  and  video
taped.

I would have to be cooperative and eager to please in every  way.
I  would  be expected to answer any questions fully  and  without
hesitation,  and I would be required to actively  participate  in
the  activities  in which I would be involved for  the  next  two
days.
He  told me that now he was going to untie my hands, and I  would
be  given a chance to shower and make myself presentable.   After
he  freed my hands, I rubbed them and he walked over to a door  I
hadn’t  previously  noticed, and opened it.  Inside  was  a  full
bathroom, with a shower and a sunken tub, a toilet, a  washbasin,
etc.  He pointed out a new toothbrush, still in its package,  and
toothpaste,   my  favorite  brand.   I  wondered  if  it  was   a
coincidence, or if he somehow knew what I liked.  On the dressing
table  was a hairbrush, cosmetics, even my favorite cologne.   By
now  I was beginning to suspect that this man knew more about  me
than  I  could  have imagined.  He told me  to  shower,  and  get
totally  cleaned  up for him, inside and out.  He pointed  out  a
razor and told me to shave completely for him – underarms,  legs,
and  pubic areas.  He told me he expected me to douche, as  well,
and I saw the disposable douch sitting by the tub.  I waited  for
him to leave the bathroom so that I could do these things, but he
told  me  to commence immediately – that he was going  to  watch.
Still, I stood there, hesitant.  He asked what I was waiting for.
I  asked him if he could leave for just a minute, so I could  use
the  toilet.   He reminded me that for the next 48 hours,  I  was
going  to be on display totally, and told me to use it  with  him
there.  I couldn’t do that.  He told me to SIT!, so I sat on  the
toilet.   I just couldn’t pee with him watching.  He told  me  to
either  do it or be aware that 48 hours could become  indefinite.
I sat there embarrassed and miserable, and finally, after a  long
time,  it  began to trickle out, then become a  deafening  steady
stream.  Finished, I wiped myself dry and stood up, flushing  the
toilet.

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