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My slave, Ai was kneeling in front of me, facing the corner, naked of course, ankles crossed, and hands behind her neck, wearing a collar, and leather wrist and ankle restraints, which was her standard slave "uniform". It was the one year anniversary of our first bondage session. And tonight I had special plans for her - very special plans indeed.

I looked down at her and stroked her thick black hair gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?", I asked.

"Yes, Sir. Six hours, strictly bound, sensory deprivation, and whatever else you can think of. ", she replied. Ai then took a deep breath, and said those fateful words, "no safeword."

We had been friends, and play partners, for exactly a year. We met at a local meetup and hit it off. We took things slowly and built up trust and a sense of each other's wants, desires, and limitations. As we progressed, our sessions became longer, more challenging, and frankly more painful. Ai was interested in everything - sensory deprivation, breathplay, electricity play, you name it, she would do it. She was a born masochist and truly got off on pain, restraint, and loss of control.

As much as I loved our sessions, I was always aware of the fact that she ultimately had control - we used the standard safewords: yellow meant slow down and red meant stop right now. As a practitioner of safe, sane, and consensual (SSC) kink, I was always careful to preview the evening's activities with my play partners and on those rare occasions when used, respond immediately. Ai had only called yellow twice in the early days, and red once, when she had an unanticipated panic attack during an interrogation roleplay session. For some reason, being bound to a chair really turned her on - adding an interrogation element only increased her enjoyment, and mine.

My handling of these situations helped build trust as our experiences together grew. However, a couple of months ago Ai brought up the idea of playing with no safeword. She was particularly interested in a longer bondage session with the following elements - her tied immobilized to a chair, no ability to see, or to hear, or to speak. We had of course done just this type of scenario many times, but the longest was 2 hours - it was during one of our early sessions with a similar setup that she had called red. I reminded her of this fact and told her I didn't think it was a good idea - a safeword is for her protection and truth-be-told, mine as well.

We continued our normal routine - playing every couple of weeks when our schedules permitted. Then, a few weeks ago, I mentioned that the anniversary of our first "play date" was coming up. She was quiet for a moment, looked me dead in the eye and said, "Sir. I know we discussed this before, but I'd like to ask again if you would consider fulfilling my biggest fantasy - a long term strict bondage session with no safeword. Think of it as an anniversary present." I told her I would mull it over. We made plans to meet on our anniversary - I told her to be at my place at 5 PM sharp, and that I would be ready for her.


Anniversary Night

As per our routine on play dates, Ai was expected to arrive at the designated time. On these nights I left the garage door open for her to pull in. Once she arrived, she was instructed do the following: close the garage door, walk over to the corner of the garage where a wooden box with a padlock was located. The padlock was not yet locked - she would open the box and remove the items found inside which included a leather collar, and wrist and ankle restraints. She knew to remove her clothes, turn off her cell phone, and place her clothes, and all her belongings in the box, close it, and lock it. At this point she could not leave without my permission as I was the only one with the key. She would then put on her restraints, starting with the ankles, then wrists, and finally the collar. She then was permitted to let herself into the house and make her way to her designated corner where she was to kneel facing the corner, ankles crossed, and with her hands behind her neck, waiting for my arrival. Sometimes I'd show up right away, while others I'd make her wait.

Tonight was going to be a special night - it would either make or break our relationship. Ai had some very dark fantasies - the stories she would share always had the same underlying themes - a complete loss of control, pushed beyond limits - essentially consensual non-consent. I knew she desperately wanted to try a no safeword scenario - so I would give her what she wanted, but in a way that would reveal her true desires. Tonight I was going to find out exactly what she could handle and whether she could face the reality of who she was . I knew I was taking a risk and that what I had planned might be taking things too far, but I had to know if she was the right one for me, and if I was the right one for her.


Getting Started

I waited until 5:30 to go get Ai who had been kneeling patiently in the corner. I walked over behind her, gently stroked her hair, and said, "Happy Anniversary, slave. Are you ready for your present?"

Ai exhaled deeply, and said, "Yes, Sir."

I told her to get up, and follow me to the basement, where I have a small but serviceable home dungeon. For our anniversary activities, I had rearranged the room a bit. In the room tonight there was a sturdy metal chair with no arms and the seat cut out in a u-shape, a large bucket underneath, a small desk with a camera and a lamp on it, a large analog clock was on the wall directly across from where Ai would be seated so that she could see it, at least when she wasn't blindfolded. Behind her was a small dresser with 6 drawers. I had cut the front out of the chair to allow for her to urinate into a bucket below. This was going to be a long session, and I had no intention of letting her up to use the restroom.

I asked her to take a seat. I told her to spread her legs and place her hands behind her neck and look into the camera. She told me in the past that being recorded was a real turn on for her and I was happy to oblige. The lamp was positioned so that it shined into her eyes - she could still see my outline and the clock. The camera was recording already, along with a couple of other hidden cams in the house which I had told her about previously. If the police got involved, I wanted evidence that this was consensual. You can't be too careful, especially with what I had planned for the night.

I began to speak. "Welcome to our anniversary night slave. Please state your name for the camera."


"Slave Ai"

"How long have we been playing together?"

"Tonight is the one year anniversary of our first time playing."

"Approximately how many times have we done this?"

"Tonight is exactly our 24th play date, Sir."

I have to admit, I was surprised she knew exactly how many times we had played. I continued on.

"What is different about tonight's session?"

"Tonight, Sir. There will be no safeword."

"Explain."

"In the past, we've always established a safeword I could use to stop our sessions. I've used a safeword three times, but not in the past nine months."

"And why are we not using a safeword tonight, slave?"

She hesitated just a fraction of a second before continuing. "Because, I asked for it, Sir. This has long been my biggest fantasy - to play with no safety net, no way out, and to push my limits to the breaking point."

"What are the general guidelines we've agreed to?"

"The session is to be no shorter, and no longer, than six hours. During that time, I will be bound to this chair with no release whatsoever."

"And during this six hours, what other activities are permitted?"

"Any activity which we've done before"

Specify.

"This includes, but is not limited to sensory deprivation, electric shocks, breath control, clamps, whipping, and paddling. As per our previous agreement, no permanent alterations such as piercing or branding, are allowed."

"Very good, slave. It is now five minutes until six. You have five minutes to reconsider - we can still have our anniversary session, but continue to use a safeword. Think very hard about what you really want to do."

The only sound was the ticking of the clock...one minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, four minutes. She looked beautiful sitting there - her shaved vagina in full view with her hands submissively behind her neck. It was hard to read her face - I was really wondering if she wanted to go through with this. And if so, if she knew my plans for the night, would she reconsider?

The clock ticked down to six P.M. sharp. I looked at her and asked again, "Slave, it is now six P.M. Do you consent to being bound and tortured with no possible release for the next six hours?"

"Yes, Sir. I do."


Getting Started

I walked over behind her and opened one of the drawers of the dresser. From the top left drawer I removed several large zip ties. With the first, I moved her hands behind her back and connected her leather wrist restraints to each other. And then using another one secured her hands to the back of the chair. This had the added benefit of thrusting her small perky breasts out. I then grabbed one more and zip tied her ankles together under the chair legs - this had the effect of keeping her legs spread wide - her hairless vagina was fully open and exposed. I took out one more zip tie and used it to secure her collar to the top of the chair - she could still move her head, but not lean forward very far. Finally, I removed an inflatable gag. "Since you will have no safeword, there is no reason for you to speak. Open your mouth, slave." She did as instructed and I fitted the gag securely and inflated it to a point where she could still breathe and grunt but not speak.

At this point I paused...it was about five minutes past six and already my lovely slave was quite immobilized. Even just holding this position for the next six hours would be a challenge. I sat down behind the desk. I could see her trying to looking at me past the glare of the lamp, and then looking at the clock on the wall. I waited until 6:15 and said to her, "Slave, I am just getting started. Imagine that you will be tied like this for the next five hours and forty-five minutes. I'm going to give you one last chance to change your mind. Think carefully. Nod twice if you would like to continue with no safeword."

There was a pause of about fifteen seconds...I wondered if she lost her nerve. But, shortly, she nodded twice.

"And now, blink twice to confirm. Blink once to change your mind. After this, there will be no going back."

This time there was no pause - she must have made up her mind. She blinked twice.

"So be it."


Phase I

Now it was time to put my plan into action. I walked behind her again, and opened the top right drawer. I removed a blindfold, lowered it over her eyes and tightened the strap. She tried shifting in the seat, but her restraints kept her in pretty much the same spot. Next, I pulled out a pair of headphones attached to an old iPod and put them on her head. I had cued up a looped white noise track for her to enjoy. Sensory deprivation and abandonment are great ways to break a slave. I made sure the volume was high enough to block out all external sound, but not too high to damage her hearing.

I waited.

Ai waited in darkness, the hissing of the white noise gave her nothing to focus on but the growing discomfort in her limbs. She tried shifting her weight, but no matter what she did, she could only get a brief respite from the growing soreness. She occasionally whimpered for release but the gag kept her from speaking.

As time crawled by, she chided herself for not just agreeing to this, but to insisting on it in the first place. Sir's reluctance to play without a safeword only made her trust him more. If he had any truly evil intentions he would have jumped at the chance instead of refusing and trying to talk her out of it. The fact that he gave her two final chances to back out also gave her a little peace of mind.

Her thoughts spiraled and she lost track of time. She wondered if this was it - would he just leave her like this for six hours? She began to panic a bit and struggle in her bonds. If she could just get the gag out of her mouth, she might be able to talk Sir out of continuing. That's it, she would admit she made a mistake and that she wanted out...now.

After what seemed like an eternity, the noise suddenly stopped as the headphones were removed. She then felt the gag deflate and then it was removed. She relaxed and moved her jaw to relieve the soreness. Next, the blindfold came off - she took a minute to adjust her eyes - everything was so bright. She looked to the clock - it read 8:15 - she had been bound like that for exactly 2 hours! Sir brought a water bottle to her lips and she drank from it thankfully.

"Congratulations on finishing Phase I of your anniversary training, slave. I hope you are enjoying this."

Ai spoke, "Sir, I...I...please let me out. This was a mistake. That felt like forever - I don't think I can take another four hours."

"I'm sorry slave. You made the rules - no early release."

Ai began to sob - she begged for mercy and begged for release all the while struggling in her bonds. I have to admit, I actually considered releasing her - despite my sadistic tendencies, I did care for her and did not want to do her harm, at least not any harm she didn't agree to in advance. I waited until her tantrum ended.

I walked over and patted her on the head and said, "Poor slave. You asked for this. This is what you wanted. Do you remember our chat from a month or so ago?"

"Chat? What chat, Sir?"

"Remember, I was away on business and we were texting? Here, let me read it to you." I came around behind her, and held my phone in front of her face. With one hand I pinched her nipples and read out loud what we had written to each other.

Sir: So, if we did this, how would I know that what I'm doing is OK?

Slave: Oh, I'd enjoy it - it's my ultimate fantasy.

Sir: What if you change your mind and start begging and crying? What do I do?

Slave: Oh, I'm definitely going to cry and beg - that's part of the fantasy. I need to know that no matter what I do I cannot get free before the time is up. I'm counting on you to be strong and make it happen, Sir.

"Does this ring a bell?"

Ai's eyes widened - she did remember that chat - she had been more than a little tipsy at the time and was really going on about her fantasies. She knew then that nothing she did was going to make this go any easier. On the plus side, she was already a third of the way through...she could make it the rest of the way.


Phase II

I opened the middle left drawer. Inside, there was a hood with zippers over they eyes, nose holes for breathing, and an open mouth. I also had ear plugs. I started with these - placing one in each ear. I then took out the hood and slowly lowered it over my slave's head. I tightened the neck buckle and placed a lock on it. Then, I drew a head harness from the drawer - it fit over her head and had a red ball gag. I knew that once I tightened it, there was no way to remove it without using one's hands. Once I was satisfied my slave was without sight, sound, or the ability to speak I waited. I have to admit I enjoyed watching her sit there, helpless. As I was admiring her, she unleashed a stream of urine - most of which made its way into the bucket. I can imagine that must have been humiliating for her.

At this point I decided it was time to really make her suffer. I opened the fourth drawer. I removed a pair of clover clamps and placed them on her nipples. Ai grunted as each clamp bit into each nipple in turn. Next I removed a plastic bag from the drawer - we had done breathplay in the past and had a set routine which ended with her deciding when she had had enough. Today I would follow that routine, but I would be the only one to decide when she had endured enough.

I waited until the second hand of the clock made its way around to 12. As it hit the top, I placed the bag over my slave's head and held it shut tight. She struggled a bit - breathplay both scared and excited her, but now with no safeword, no way to communicate, and a hood and head harness, it was surely more frightening. I waited 30 seconds, and removed the bag. At this point, I gave my slave 30 seconds to recover and breathe normally. This was how we did things - start out slow and build up.

As the second hand made its way to 12 again, I placed the bag over her head again - this time for one minute. This time my slave's breathing became noticeable more labored. By the end of the minute, I could tell she was really running out of breath. I gave her a minute to recover. At this point, she must have realized what I had in mind because we had played this game before - increasing the time she was bagged by 30 seconds each time. Previously, the longest we went was 2 minutes, but we had discussed going longer...but she confessed that even 2 minutes was far too much. Of course, I could safely ignore that - today would be a good day to push her to three minutes.

Next up, I put the bag over her head - the time would be a minute and a half. It doesn't seem long when you think of it, but when you are tied tight with no way to stop the torture, it seems much longer, I'm sure. As the second hand made its way to one minute, my slave's breathing become heavier and she started to move her head around around hoping to get a little bit of fresh air She made it to the end of a minute and a half and I gave her the same amount of time to recover. As the recovery time ended, I put the bag over her head again - this time for two minutes. She began to thrash about quite a bit towards the middle of this one - just as she had in the past. I gave her two minutes to recover - previously this was the maximum, but since today was a new day, I was looking forward to the next couple of minutes. I wondered how she would react when I put the bag over her head again.

As my slave's breathing returned to normal, I wondered what she was thinking. She must have realized by now what game we were playing - two minutes was our previous limit. If I kept going she would surely realize that the next bagging would be longer. I slowly lowered the bag over her head and almost immediately she started thrashing her head about - two and a half minutes is a long time to be without oxygen, even if the first minute or so isn't so bad. Her breathing became heavier and she really began testing her bonds at the two minute mark, but she still had 30 seconds to go. Even through the gag I could tell that she was really whimpering and I assume the sounds were an attempt to beg for mercy. I removed the bag and enjoyed the sound of her heavy breathing. After a couple of minutes her breathing was more or less normal. I knew the next bagging would be a real challenge. As I slowly lowered the bag over her head she must have realized this would be even longer - she began to vigorously shake her head no and to try to break her bonds, but zip ties are pretty strong. She was going to really feel this next one. I lowered the bag over her head and this time I used duct tape to seal it - I wanted to sit back and enjoy this one.

I was not disappointed - even though she had plenty of time to recover, fear and panic must have set in early, around the 30 second mark - and she still had 2 minutes and 30 seconds to go. As she desperately tried to do something, anything to remove the bad from her head I sat and enjoyed the show. She twisted to and fro trying to get her head in a position where her hands could remove the bag. But, it was all for nothing - she still had a minute to go. Her labored breathing and muzzled begging were incredible turn ons. The clock hit two minutes and 30 seconds - her breathing was still heavy but her movements slowed - she must have been really feeling the lack of oxygen. Finally, the clock showed that 3 minutes had passed - I went over and ripped open the bag as she enjoyed the sudden influx of oxygen.

I left her like this - nipples clamped painfully for a while. I enjoyed watching her breathe and wondering what was next. Finally, I removed the gag, and then the hood, and finally the earplugs. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light - I saw her look at the clock, which now read 11 o'clock. I asked my slave how she was enjoying her captivity.

"Please, Sir. I beg you. I can't take anymore." She began to cry. I just waited for it to pass. I wasn't about to fall for that. She asked for my help, and I was definitely giving it to her.

"Slave, you asked for this. You begged for this. You should be more grateful."

She started crying again. After a few minutes, she calmed down. I asked her if she had anything to say.

"No, Sir."

I pulled the nipple clamps. She gasped at the pain. I said, "try again, slave."

"Stop it - you're hurting me!"

I pulled even harder. "Oh so you're giving me orders now?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. Please, please stop pulling."

I kept up the pressure. "I don't think that is what you meant, slave. Aren't you grateful?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. This is exactly what I wanted."

That was more like it - slaves should be more appreciative. Somebody had learned her lesson. I removed the nipple clamps suddenly and she cried out in pain as the blood rushed back into them.

My entire body was aching. Although I was just sitting, the enforced prolonged positioning was taking its toll. I couldn't believe that I had been sitting like that for five hours - I had totally lost all track of time. The breathplay was particularly horrible - we had played before, but I always negotiated a stop at 2 minutes - I'm pretty sure he made me go to three minutes this time. I may have even passed out - despite the fear and panic of having no control over this most basic of body functions. And the clover clamps were sheer pain - I wanted them off, but feared the pain of doing so - when he removed them, I screamed as the pain was so great. On the plus side I had less than an hour to go at this point. I knew then I could make it.

At this point I wanted to finish the session with more sensory deprivation - this would give my slave time to think about what had transpired. I told her to sit tight and that I would be back in a moment. I went to the garage and using the key I had hidden, opened the box where she had put her clothes and belongings. I grabbed her panties - a black thong she knew I liked. I locked the box and went back to the dungeon.

I held the panties in front of her face and said, "Open your mouth, slave." She did as I commanded and I shoved them in her mouth as I had done many times before. I then proceeded to tape her mouth shut using the duct tape and wrapped the tape around her head. There was no way those panties were coming out. I reached into the fifth drawer and pulled out a rubber hood that had just two breathing holes for her nose and I slowly put it on, saying, "See you soon." Finally, I put the headphones back on with the white noise playing. Lastly, I grabbed the estim device from the drawer. It had two channels, and I put all four pads on her labia. As I did this, she squirmed quite a bit as she must have realized she was about to feel some agonizing pain.

Just as I did when we enjoyed breath play, I liked to start off light. I turned each channel to level 1 (out of 10) and ran it for 100 seconds. Next, I upped the level to 2 and ran it for 90 seconds. Then level 3 for 80 seconds...and so on and so forth. As the level of shock increased, her whimpering become more pointed and more desperate. It was too bad her panty gag prevented me from understanding her pleas - I might have released her...or more likely not.


Times Up?

After what seemed like an eternity, the electrical torture ended. I finally was able to relax and settle into a rhythm of calm breathing. The panties in my mouth were by this time soaked, but there was no way to remove them. After what seemed like hours, I finally felt the hood being removed. I knew that my torture was going to end soon - I longed for release, but was also proud of the scene I had just endured. As my eyes adjusted, I looked at Sir. He had an intense look on his face - I couldn't read what his eyes were telling me. If I could have I probably would have panicked. That was to come soon enough. I looked at the clock - it read 11:55. Only five minutes to go and this ordeal would be over and I could get this thong out of my mouth.

"Nicely done, slave. You've done an incredible job just sitting there while I did all the work. I hope you enjoyed yourself." She nodded and I could tell she was relieved to have made it through such a challenging experience.

I smiled and then we sat in silence. I turned to look at the clock as it counted down to 12 midnight. As the second hand reached 10 seconds to go I turned, looked my slave in the eye, and counted down 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Midnight! My slave visibly relaxed - I could tell that she felt as though she had made it through a great ordeal. I sat and looked at her. She looked at me, then looked at the clock, and then back at me. The clock now read 12:01. She started to make sounds - I imagine she was asking to be released. I smiled. The clock continued on to 12:02. She was clearly angry and again thrashed about.

"Yes, slave? Are you ready to go free?"

She nodded emphatically.


Overtime

"I don't think so. I've been thinking about how much I've enjoyed this so I've decided we need to go into overtime."

Ai's eyes widened and if she hadn't been gagged I imagine the sounds she was making would be been very insulting. I have to admit, when she realized I wasn't about to release her and started to cry, I really enjoyed the position I was in.

"I told you playing without a safeword was a bad idea, but you had to try it, didn't you? You put yourself in this position, so stop your crying. It's not going to help." I said coldly.

I reached into the last drawer and pulled out a 6 sided die. "OK here's the deal. I'm going to roll this die. Whatever number comes up, that's how many extra hours you're going to be my prisoner." I rolled the die and looked at the number. From where she was sitting she couldn't see it. I smiled. "Do you want to know how much longer?" Ai nodded emphatically. "I don't think so - when your time is up, I'll let you know."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Of course, playing without a safeword had been my fantasy and up until the agreed upon time, I was satisfied. But this was unacceptable - I was literally being held against my will for God knows how long. I struggled helplessly in my bonds - the panty gag in my mouth prevented me from voicing my displeasure. I simply could not believe I was in this situation - I thought I could trust Sir. After all we had been playing for a year and he had always respected my limits. I knew then that I could not trust him, or anyone like this ever again. What a fool I was.

I decided that my little slave would spend some more time deprived of her senses - I put the hood back on her head; she tried to shake her head to prevent this, but there was little she could do. I then put the headphones back on with white noise. I then plugged the estim device into my computer and played music set to random; the jolts were unpredictable and kept her aroused.

I enjoyed immensely watching her squirm - the estim keeping her from relaxing, and the sensory deprivation keeping her disoriented. She wanted to lose control, and well, she had lost it. I could tell from time to time she was really scared as she would cry from time-to-time and really thrash about clearly demanding to be released. But, I could show no mercy - on that we had agreed.

I removed the hood and turned off the estim - after her eyes adjusted, she looked at the clock which now read 2 A.M. I stifled a yawn and enjoyed her look of despair. She looked at me, and at the clock - I could practically see her thoughts on her face - 8 hours in strict bondage with no release in sight. She started yelling at me through the gag. A few times I was sure she was yelling "red", but I gently reminded her that we had a greed to play with no safeword - careful what you wish for, honey. I told her that I was going to take the gag out, but that she was not permitted to speak. She nodded - I looked forward to hearing her complaints and screams.

As soon as I removed the gag she started yelling at me - accusing me of betraying her trust and of kidnapping and holding her against her will. She even threatened to go to the police once she was free - not a very bright idea, especially as she was still bound. I just listened until she talked herself out and started to cry again. I told her that I had planned to release her, but since she insisted on calling me names and threatening to go to the police, she would be spending more time in the chair. She began to apologize profusely attempting to sweet talk me.

I yawned and told her that she needed an attitude adjustment and to learn to show appreciation. I blindfolded her and told her the following, "You've really disappointed me with your attitude, slave. Where is your gratitude for fulfilling your deepest darkest fantasy?" She started cursing again, but I quickly set the estim to maximum and gave her ten seconds of that to teach her a lesson. She quieted down quickly. I then told her I was off to bed but that I would leave her with a little present. The estim device I owned had a built-in microphone - you could turn a dial to set a sound threshold - if there is a sound louder than the threshold, it shocks you. I set the estim device to it's highest level and set the sound threshold to it's lowest setting - as long as she didn't make a sound, she would not get shocked. But any attempt to speak would be immediately met with a powerful shock. I told her goodnight and then put the headphones back on - she was welcome to sleep if she wanted but I hoped that she didn't snore. Instead of sleeping though, I sat and enjoyed watching her predicament. I can only imagine her inner dialog.

Ai couldn't believe what was happening. What had started as a night of fun and fantasy had morphed into a nightmare. She had no idea when or if she would be released - her arms and legs ached. She tried shifting her weight but that triggered the estim device making her grunt which triggered it further. She mentally willed herself to calm down and to not move. Time slowed to a crawl as she lost all sense of time's passage. She urinated again - humiliated that she had to perform such a bodily function on camera - and received a hard shock from the estim device. After what felt like an eternity, the white noise stopped.

After deactivating the estim device, Sir removed the blindfold once again as the poor helpless slave looked at the clock on the wall - it now read 5:59 AM. She had been in the chair for twelve hours - six longer than was agreed upon! Even if she got out of this soon, what could she do? Of course, she'd never play with this creep again and would warn her friends.

She considered her threat to go to the police - what would they say? They'd ask how she ended up tied to the chair in the first place - she'd have to admit what she had planned and all the sordid details of their past encounters. Sir would surely give them the video of her voluntarily driving into the garage, removing her clothes, and putting on her "uniform." And then she had actually spelled out what she wanted - true he had gone way beyond the time limit, but the videos of her would become a public spectacle. Everyone in town would know that she was a sexual deviant. That was unacceptable - the papers would have a field day with such a juicy story. He was going to get away with it.

Sir looked at the slave and she looked at the clock. He said, "OK, slave. It's time for you to go free. Let's count down together. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Congratulations!" Sir grabbed a pair of cutters and freed the slave's legs, then her hands, and then her neck from their confines. She gratefully moved her tortured limbs and fell to the floor where she lay for ten minutes without moving. I waited to see what she would say.

Slowly she began to move - she started crying asking me over and over "how could you?" "How could you? I trusted you." I smiled, and said, "what do you mean? You wanted this - you BEGGED me to do this." She screamed, "NOT FOR TWELVE HOURS YOU PSYCHO!"

"What do you mean, twelve hours?"

"IT'S SIX AM! WE STARTED AT SIX PM...THAT'S TWELVE HOURS. WE AGREED TO SIX HOURS ONLY!"

She began to sob again. I waited until she calmed down and spoke to her in a calm soothing voice."Six AM? What do you mean? My watch says it is 12 midnight. Don't believe everything you see." I smirked as the realization of what I had done sunk in. The look on her face was priceless. It had only been six hours with no safeword, as agreed.

Every time I blindfolded her I kept setting the clock ahead - when you are deprived of your senses there is no way to tell how much time has passed. Minutes can sometimes seem like hours. I used this fact to my advantage as I made her believe that I had gone far past the agreed upon time.

"Oh. My. God. It's only been six hours? Really?"

"Really. I would never hold someone against their will - what kind of monster would do something like that?" I grinned - I couldn't help myself as I really enjoyed this. There must be something wrong with me, but she was willing, eager even. I just gave her exactly what she wanted.

She began to cry again - this time tears of relief. I sat on the floor next to her and cradled her head in my lap and stroked her hair until she cried herself out. I spoke softly to her.

"I know that this was your biggest fantasy - to be completely at someone's mercy. I wanted to give you a night to remember. Of course, now that you know, we can never truly play this way again so it had to be perfect this time."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm so sorry I didn't trust you, but you really had me convinced I had gone way over the agreed upon time."

"That's quite alright - that was the whole point. I needed to make it as real as possible - fooling you was the only way to give you exactly what you wanted."

I was surprised when she leaned up and kissed me - despite all of our time playing together we had never kissed or had any type of sexual contact - that was an agreed upon limit. It was pure dominance and submission. She fell asleep in my lap and I stayed there until morning.


EPILOGUE

That night was a most fateful night. I had truly learned what it was like to be a helpless prisoner with no control and no rights. Up until then it had been nothing more than a dark fantasy, but experiencing the fantasy made me realize that this was what I wanted all the time. A week after our anniversary, I went to Sir's place and put my cards on the table. I confessed that I dreamed about being his captive again. Since I now knew the clock trick, he couldn't use that method so I had no choice. I agreed to be his slave 24/7 with no safeword. In order to make this as real as possible, I allowed him to record me saying all my deep dark secrets and fantasies while sitting nude, collared, legs spread, and hands behind my head.

"I, Slave Ai, hereby agree to be the personal 24/7 property of Sir for the term of approximately one year to end on our anniversary date. I may at that time end the contract, or renew it. If I attempt to leave or end my servitude during that time, I grant Sir permission to share this video with my friends, family, and coworkers to shame and humiliate me. This blackmail is consensual and will ensure my obedience during the term of the contract. I consent to this of my own free will."

As instructed, I knelt in the corner, nude, collared, cuffed, and blindfolded. I shuddered as Sir came up behind me, stroked my hair, and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"