Author's Note: This story is meant to be a sequel to AdultWebOnline also on this site, if you have not read it please do so, this story will make more sense if you do :).

Also, this is not the full story, just the first part, I'll be posting the other parts as I finish them, hoping to have the next part up within a few weeks.

Part 1

Sept 14th, 2012

I've been here almost 2 months now and every day of those 2 months I regret buying that stupid game, it was the worst decision of my life! If I'd know it make me end up locked up tight in a cell stuck as a bondage model under secure chastity, I would have never pulled the 50 dollar bill out of my purse for it. Sort of ironic that both of my passions in life (bondage, and accounting) were ruined by a game that was supposed to give pleasure. But I'm ranting, Mistress was generous enough to give me a diary to write down my thoughts in and I plan to make good use of it, not go on pointless ravings about how I got here.

I just hope I can figure out some way to escape from here, unfortunately anytime I get within 20ft of an exit out of this place an alarm in my belt goes off and it delivers a painful shock that puts me on my knees every time, not to mention that Mistress punishes me every time I try to leave. So that alone might make trying to leave a little difficult, but the constant stimulat.... Stimulation from the belt, it happened there, drives me nuts because it never quite lets me orgasm.

I think I've only had 2 orgasms since I've been here, Mistress rewards me with them for 'good behaviour' as she puts it, which basically means I don't try to escape or complain about what she's putting me through. I just hope that Julie comes to her senses and unlocks me from this belt so we can both make a getaway, till then, I'll just bide my time and wait for the right moment, if that moment ever comes.

"Wake up slave!" Said Charlene as she tapped on the bars of Sarah's cell with her riding crop, "time for your morning run, you have 5 minutes to get ready, any minute longer you take is another hour of bondage you'll be doing today, is that clear slave?" "Yes Mistress", Sarah replied bleakly, she knew whatever her mistress had planned for her it wasn't good and she didn't want to make it worse by taking any longer to get ready than she had to. Charlene put the key in the lock and with a loud click slid open the bar door of Sarah's cell. Sarah rushed, as best she could, to the showers down the hall, this was a difficult enough task with the short chain between her ankle cuffs and the limited mobility of her wrist cuffs chained to the front of her belt didn't make it easy either.

But after hobbling down the hall for a minute or so Sarah made it to the showers and turned the dial for hot at the first shower she saw, she cringed and darted away from the shower as she was greeted with a blast of ice cold water from the showerhead. She heard Charlene chuckle from the doorway, "You should know by now that hot showers are a privilege for well-behaved slaves, you need to earn them....3 minutes left, hurry up!" Charlene said in a stern tone.

Sarah rinsed her hair down in the cold water then as best she could with her chained wrists lathered the shampoo into her long brown hair, she rinsed the shampoo out and with almost lightning speed, shut off the shower and hobbled over to the sink to brush her teeth. After 2 months she'd gotten used to leaning down to her wrists far enough to brush them properly, it was hard for the first couple weeks but she managed to figure out a good way to do it. After brushing her teeth she ran over to the toilet and sat down, which she was growing more accustomed to doing her business with the belt on, she didnt need an enema at the moment, Charlene liked to have her do those before her morning photo shoots. After this she ran back over to Charlene and said, "All ready for the day Mistress!" Charlene stared at her for a brief second then walked behind her and smacked her on the butt 3 times with the riding crop, Sarah just winced and mouthed her frustrations instead of screaming in pain, she knew what Charlene would do if she made a noise while she was being cropped.

"You forgot to trim your nails slave, although you did everything with 23 seconds to spare, you will be punished with another 2 hours of bondage this afternoon for this indiscretion, now get dressed for your run." Said Charlene as she gave her another tap on the butt with the riding crop, Sarah walked down the hall to the change room with Charlene following close behind. She unlocked Sarah's wrist and ankle cuffs so she could slip into her latex cat suit, which Sarah swore was the same one she wore that night at the nightclub's bondage challenge.

Once Sarah had the suit on Charlene zipped it up and locked it, then locked another pair of ankle cuffs, with a little more mobility around Sarah's ankles, Sarah then tied up her runners and waited for Charlene's instructions, "You know the drill slave, 10 kilometer run then back here for breakfast and the morning photo shoot."

Sarah began jogging out to the compound for her run; the Erotic Entertainment compound was a huge property that was fenced on all sides with a large mansion as the centerpiece. The mansion is where the photo shoots for the various sites that EE owned would happen and some of the slaves, such as Sarah, were kept in the basement of the mansion. Sarah headed for the nature trail for her run at a brisk pace, little did Sarah know that with each stride she was charging the battery in her belt. Charlene's excuse for the daily runs was to keep Sarah in shape which was somewhat true, however, the belt's battery was also charged by the movement of her walking or running so it would always be constantly charged up to full or almost full power.

Along the way Sarah ran into another of the slave girls, Cherise, with which she had become close over the last couple months. She was also a victim of not reading the licensed agreement for AWO and ended up stuck here like Sarah, "Cherise, how goes the battle?" Sarah asked as she approached her friend, she sighed and said, "Good I guess, I have photo shoots all day, my Mistress felt it necessary to strap me in this for my run for some reason." She motioned her head towards the arm-binder she was strapped into, Sarah gave her a look of sympathy and said, "well, I'd help you out but my Mistress and your Mistress would both likely punish me for doing so."

Cherise nodded and told her it was alright and sped up to finish her 10k run, Sarah continued her run shortly behind Cherise. Sarah had been looking for a chance at freedom since she got here and now she saw her opportunity, she was kicking herself for not noticing before but the nature trail ran beside some farmland not even 100 meters from where Sarah was standing, she looked around and upon not seeing any of the compound mistresses or other staff made a run, or more of a hobble with the ankle chains, for the fence. She found it very strange that the belt hadn't shocked her when she got close to the fence, she also found it strange that it was just a wooden fence and wasn't the high brick walls that were around the rest of the compound but she used their oversight to her advantage and slowly climbed over the fence.

The ankle chains made it a little more difficult than usual but she was still able to manage it. Sarah began running as quickly as she could away from the compound, she'd done it, she was free!! Getting the belt off would be another matter but she'd figure that out when the time came, the hot sun was definitely beginning to take its toll on her however, in the shade of the forested nature trail the trees protected from the heat of the sun but out here in the open field Sarah began to sweat profusely due to the catsuit. Then almost out of nowhere Sarah heard a robotic voice, "subject has stepped outside invisible boundary, implementing escape countermeasures."

The voice had come from the belt! "What the fu-" before she could finish her sentence she felt a massive shock course through her pussy that travelled through the rest of her body and knocked her to the ground, Sarah screamed in pain as the shocks continued, and started crawling as best she could back towards the nature trail but the pain was too much for her and everything faded to black as she fell unconscious.

When she awoke she saw that she was in the passenger seat of a beat up pickup truck, and saw beside her a man dressed in a plaid shirt and overalls, most likely a farmer from what she could tell, driving the truck. "Wha....where am I?" she said, as her head began to clear she realized that her hands were cuffed to the passenger side hand rail, "why do you have me cuffed? What is this?" she asked unsure what this farmer was going to do to her. "Well I found ya out in my field there my dear, Double E would definitely want me to return you, they give me a fair reward for any of their slaves that I return", the farmer said with a smile, "you're a real pretty one too, shame I can't keep ya for meself, I got lots of chores that need doin' around the farm", he added with a chuckle.

Sarah was frantic at this point and began tugging on the cuffs trying to slip her hands out of them, "no!! Please, you can't do this! Have you no conscience??? You should call the police and tell them what's going on in that place, not be helping them!" She said, trying to reason with the farmer. Without even looking over at her he continued driving as if she'd said nothing at all, "please!" She said again, "if it's money you want I can get you more than you could ever dream of, my family is fairly wealthy", the farmer just chuckled and said "sweetie, there ain't nothing you can say to convince me otherwise, the fact is you're the property of Double E and I ain't no thief, I believe in returning property. As for the matter of callin' the police, those folks down at the station know about this too, but since everyone on that compound is considered an employee, they don't see anyone breakin' no laws. Now just stay quiet for the rest of the drive here and we'll have you back to the mansion in a jiffy." Sarah slumped her head against the window and began to weep quietly, like it or not, this was her life now.


Sept 15th, 2012

After the farmer returned me to the compound, Mistress punished me severely for escaping. She smacked my ass 50 times with the riding crop, and locked this stupid heavy collar around my neck, she said I'll have to do my jogs on the indoor track now since the collar will shock me if I try to leave the mansion. They've also taken away my privilege of being allowed warm meals, I just get to eat this terrible tasting stuff that has the same consistency as oatmeal for the next month, ugh!! Why did I try to escape? That was a huge mistake, I should have known that it would land me in a world of hurt. I think I've given up on trying to escape, not that I have much choice with this collar on now, I'm stuck here and there's nothing I can do about it :(. I guess I'll just try to make the best of all this and look forward to another day of perverts watching me live over the internet, Mistress says my writing time is up for the morning, time for another day of Hell I suppose.


Part 2

Oct 5th, 2012

It has been a few weeks since Mistress allowed me to make an entry in my diary, not much has changed since my last entry, I'm unfortunately still the focus of perverts around the world on slavesarah.com; people going to the site have a few options of what they want to happen to me for that shoot. The site works off of themes for each day of the week, Mummified Mondays - self-explanatory, Tight Tuesdays - this usually involves a lot of rope, Wildcard Wednesdays - These days can be anything, usually something picked by the director and usually not something I'm going to like. TENS Thursdays - don't even get me started, a bondage session while I'm zapped by the TENS unit, lastly Fetish Fridays, these usually involve catsuits, leather, that kind of thing. Weekends are set aside for popular demand sessions, whatever the majority of viewers really want to see. Guess what day it is today? Friday, sooooo we'll have to see what sort of fetish I'll be satisfying this week. Mistress says my writing time is up for the morning, till next time Diary!

Charlene locked a leash to the ring on Sarah's collar and led her, hobbling of course due to the ankle chains, down the hall to the filming studio. She knew this place all too well as it was where she spent the majority of her imprisonment, when she wasn't running on the indoor track or in her cell for the evening she was in the studio being subjected to a range of bondage for the many perverts around the globe who visited the site to watch her. "Another Friday, another fetish eh Sarah?", Eduardo said to Sarah as she was being led in front of the cameras by Charlene, Sarah just looked at the floor, nodded and kept hobbling as best she could with the pace Charlene was going.

Eduardo, or Ed for short, a man in his mid-thirties with his hair done up in the classic director's ponytail, was the director of the shoots for slavesarah.com. He was definitely good at what he did and was hired for a purpose, the things he would think up for the shoots kept the viewers clicking on the site day by day.

Sarah thought overall he was a fairly nice guy, just got a little carried away with her bondage at times, he took another puff of his cigarette and clapped his hands a couple of times, "Cynthia! It's time to get Sarah ready for her shoot!" he said. Cynthia was Ed's assistant, a woman in her late 20's with a pale complexion, short jet black hair, glasses, a slim build, and big brown eyes that could melt any man. Cynthia led Sarah into a room backstage, she knew this room all too well, looks like it was a Friday for the leather enthusiasts. Cynthia began opening the plastic containers and grabbing various things out of each one, a head harness gag from one, a few straps from another, a pair of leather mitts, and lastly a plethora of locks to keep it all secure.

"Alright, let's get you trussed up", she said as she led Sarah back to the shoot. She secured Sarah's leash to an eye-bolt on the floor and got to work getting her ready for the shoot. She unlocked Sarah's wrists and ankles from the cuffs and released her from the belt for the time being, Sarah knew the freedom wouldn't last long as metal would be replaced with leather.

She slid Sarah's hands into the mitts, did up the straps at the wrist and locked them both, even leaving the shoot just with this Sarah was already stuck, but she knew it wouldn't stop there. Cynthia had a gentle grace when putting Sarah into her bondage, Ed was a little rough with her at times when he did it but Cynthia seemed to understand, maybe because she'd once been in Sarah's position. "Open", she said to Sarah, she opened her mouth and let Cynthia put the ball in as she began buckling the head harness. She locked every one of the straps as she pulled it snug. The trussing was all done live, Double E found that the site received a lot more positive feedback that way, Ed glanced at the laptop, smiled and said "Looks like the viewers like what they see, 342 likes already, keep it up Cyn!", Cynthia smiled back and continued trussing Sarah.

She fused Sarah's legs together with a few straps, one at her thighs, another at her knees, and a third around her ankles, locking each strap as she went. Once she was satisfied with her work she put Sarah's mitted hands over her knees and began lashing them to her knees with a few more straps, again locking each buckle. "All done!" she exclaimed as she sat back to admire her work, Sarah though she knew it was futile, tried her best to wiggle her way out of anything Cynthia had done, but she could barely move with the position she was in.

Suddenly, the sound of a bell ringing resounded through the studio, "looks like it's time for our first choice from the viewers", Ed said as he turned his attention to his laptop screen. After a few minutes he clapped his hands together and exclaimed "splendid! The viewers have chosen overwhelmingly to let you have the keys to your predicament, let you squirm a little. This'll be fun!" Ed said with a big grin, he started taking keys off of the massive key ring he had beside him and began lightly tossing them on the set.

Sarah started shuffling her way towards the keys closest to her, with her hands in the mitts she wasn't able to pick them up and even if she could wouldn't be able to use them. But she knew that if she didn't put on a show for the site viewers Charlene would punish her later. Ed was beside himself at this point and said, "Wow, this is a hot scene" as he watched Sarah struggle with the keys she was closest to, Cynthia looked on with a smile on her face, happy with her work. After struggling for another 20 minutes then the bell rang again.

Ed once again glanced over at the screen, "Awesome! The choices this time are TENS or forced orgasms". No one in the room had control over the choices that would appear, they were randomly generated by a very complex computer program. It would determine what choices would be used based off of the number of viewers, what type of bondage Sarah was in and a few other factors. At times Sarah swore the program had a mind of its own and was even more devious than Charlene. A ding signalled that the votes were in, "forced orgasm it is." Ed said as he handed the vibrator to Cynthia. She walked over to the pile of straps and locks that was Sarah and switched on the vibrator, "switching it on to get you switched on" she said with a chuckle. She rubbed the vibrating bullet over Sarah's clit, she began humping the air and moaning softly as the vibrator went to work, definitely switched on.

As she got close to an orgasm Cynthia pulled the vibrator away, Sarah grunted in frustration as Cynthia laughed and put it back towards Sarah's nether regions. She got her revved up for a second time and just the same as the first pulled the vibrator away at the last second, Sarah was beginning to sweat profusely from being so turned on and all the thrashing around she had been doing when Cynthia toyed with her.

A third time, and a fourth, Sarah glared at Cynthia wondering when she was just going to let her have release, she laughed and said "alright, alright, this time I'll let you, you've earned it", she said as she pointed to the laptop's screen, the viewer likes were up to 4 568. She turned the vibrator up to full and fucked Sarah with it as hard as she could, a few seconds later Sarah screamed into her gag as and began shaking as she had the best orgasm she'd had since arriving at the mansion. "There it is, good girl" Cynthia said, stroking Sarah's cheek as she pulled out the vibrator.

Sarah's heart was racing and she was trying to catch her breath after the orgasm she'd just had, but she knew she wouldn't get much of a break and wondered what was in store for her next. She winced as she heard the next chime of the bell, Ed announced "more straps or a leather hood, ooooh we'll see what they come up with this time". A few minutes later the all too familiar ding sounded, Ed told them the viewer's choice, "leather hood it is, go fetch one from the leather room will you Cynthia?", she smiled and walked briskly backstage, she came back with the hood and slid it over Sarah's head. Lacing up the back and making sure the nose holes were lined up properly, another bell, so soon??? Sarah was beginning to worry. She heard Ed laugh as he said "oh man, this program never ceases to amaze me, the things it comes up with. Choices are, leave her all night or release her in two hours. You better hope the viewers are feeling generous Sarah."

She began thrashing around in the straps as much as they would allow, she didn't want to be stuck like this all night, let alone another two hours. The final ding for the shoot sealed her fate, "Oh, guess not", Ed said clearing his throat, "they've chosen to keep you like this all night, we'll leave the live feed so they can watch you struggle as long as they want." Sarah began thrashing around more furiously than before and was shaking her head yelling into her gag 'uck ouuu!! Le me ouuuu!!! Le me oooouuuuu!!!!' she screamed. Charlene, having been silent for most of the shoot finally threw in her two cents, "be a good little slave and keep our generous viewers entertained or there will be consequences." The last thing Sarah heard of the crew was the shuffling of footsteps and the door of the studio closing, she began to sob quietly. Through her sobbing all she heard was the high pitched electronic whining of the camera, she was alone.