The Best Chastity Letter... Ever

Whatever It Takes Part 4 - Help is on the way?

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After a weekend of getting off Ms. Grayson in more perverted and disturbing ways, Hannah then had the humiliation of being driven in to work by the woman each day. Always bunched up in the trunk of her car, Ms. Grayson would check the coast was clear before letting Hannah scurry out, and race into the building to prepare Ms. Grayson's coffee and ensure she was kneeling by her desk while her boss strolled in casually. The first few days proved tough but she soon found she could do it fast enough if she ran the stairs instead of waiting for the lift.

It was on the Thursday that week though that things got interesting. While Hannah was on her lunch break her work best friend Lara stormed up to Ms. Grayson's office, and after knocking twice strolled in, surprising Ms. Grayson.

"I don't have an appointment with anyone in the finance department in my diary, you can't just storm in here like you own the place dear." Ms. Grayson put down her fork and looked the woman up and down. She had always admired Lara, hard working, well dressed, professional, a little dull for sure, but not bad to look at. Too bad Ms. Grayson couldn't get her where she wanted, the girl was engaged to a long term boyfriend and seemed as straight as an arrow.

"It's Lara" Lara said confidently "I'm here to talk about Hannah." She stepped confidently toward Ms. Grayson, she was sick of watching Hannah be a ditzy secretary all week and wanted answers.

"Oh. I'm not at liberty to discuss employment contracts with other staff members, you must know that sweetie." Ms. Grayson deflected, and gave a fake little smile to the young finance manager.

"You've done something to her, and I want to know what." Lara was standing by the desk now, she felt her nostrils flare.

Ms. Grayson was getting annoyed, this girl would be a pain if she kept sticking her nose in where it was unwanted, but then a devious idea came to mind.

"Listen darling, if you want to find out what's going on, why don't you invite little Hannah over to yours some time, I can't possibly dictate what she says to you out of work, and you can be satisfied knowing the truth from that little horses mouth. Now... trot along."

Lara felt fresh anger at the dismissal, but left, planning to do exactly as Ms. Grayson said and get to the bottom of this. Once Lara left the office Ms. Grayson picked up the phone to her friend in the IT department and made a unique request, she was assured it would be relatively simple and they would have the USB stick ready within the hour. Ms. Grayson grinned, she loved how eager those boys were to please her. After lunch and her special delivery she called Hannah to her office and explained the visit from Lara.

"Now Hannah, your little friend will probably invite you over for drinks this weekend. She wants to find out all your dirty little secrets, you don't want her to know what a needy slut you are do you?"

"No Mistress" replied Hannah.

"Good, now I want you to accept the invite, you will go see Lara, and explain how stressful you found the job, how stupid you felt and how you're much happier now. If you fuck up I'll make sure you pay for it dearly, understood?"

Hannah nodded eagerly, even if she had to lie she was so happy for a weekend out of that house, away from that evil woman. It had been bad enough watching video clips on Saturday of people taking all her stuff from her old apartment, hearing the money had been transferred to this evil bitch. She had cried herself to sleep thinking she will never get a chance away from this woman.

"Oh and one more thing", the woman added, picking up a non-descriptive innocuous USB stick and thrusting it into Hannah's palm. "You're to take this USB and plug it into all of Lara's computers you find. Do it undetected. If you fail then don't bother showing up again, you'll be dead to me."

"Mistress?" said Hannah, confused at the purpose.

"Don't question me bimbo, these are things you won't understand, just think of it as me helping you keep your sordid little secrets private. Just plug the USB in, wait until you here 3 distinct bleeps, unplug it and go. Got it?"

Hannah didn't really get it, but if it meant Ms. Grayson wouldn't tell her dirty secrets to Lara then she was happy to play this game. She left the office with a slight spring in her step, hanging out with Lara would be nice, just so long as the girl didn't grill her too much on the changes at work she could finally enjoy herself.

Later that day Hannah got a ping on her phone, a text from Lara. At the same time Ms. Grayson's phone also received a notification, letting her know the tracking software installed on Hannah's phone had picked up a message. She opened it up to read it and grinned mischievously.

Hey Hannah,

Soz for the text, didn't want that bitch of a boss knowing we are talking. Listen I really wanna catch up about things, I feel rude for how I acted last week when I found out your job changes. Took me by surprise is all. Anyways, cocktails round mine on Saturday? Tom is out of town on business so it will just us girlies! :) your Best Finance Friend - Lara xx

Hannah was quick to reply and they arranged a time, Hannah made it as early as possible, opting for 12pm, eager not to spend any Saturday in the clutches of Ms. Grayson. She knew she couldn't dare tell Lara they now lived together, so would have to be careful, but there was no way she could resist the urge to chat about normal stuff with someone again.

Saturday rolled around, and Hannah picked the least bimbo looking outfit in her wardrobe, it was from her work selection, as her home selection was reduced to slutty dresses and microskirts. The dress was still a little short, and the blouse a little tight, but it wasn't the worst, and Ms. Grayson was kind enough to let her scale back her makeup, lending the poor girl some more natural toned lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. Hannah was truly thankful to Ms. Grayson who was being extra attentive that morning, reminding Hannah of the importance of the USB and checking Hannah had good enough answers to any questions Lara asked.

"Good girl, now be back here before 10pm, take your time, have fun." Ms. Grayson kissed Hannah seductively before pushing her out the door as the taxi pulled up.

Hannah arrived at Lara's place at jut gone 12, apologising profusely for being 2 minutes late, a fact that Lara unlike Hannah's boss, had no care about at all. Lara welcomed her inside, took her coat and got her settled in the front room, fetching them both a Mimosa to start.

The drinks flowed and Lara began to ask more and more about Hannah's career choice, but Hannah just jokingly played it off, saying how stressed she had been and how right now she just needed a step into something more comfortable. The more Hannah told it the easier the lie became, and after a while Lara stopped pressing her, and they talked about movies and Lara's wedding plans with Tom.

Hours flew by and after spilling a tiny drop of drink on herself Hannah reached into her purse to grab a napkin and spotted the USB stick. Shit, she thought, realising she would need to get this odd task done for her Mistress to avoid being utterly ruined. She sneaked it into her palm and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Lara smiled, busy dancing to Taylor Swift and making them both mojitos in the kitchen she shouted out the directions for the bathroom. Hannah thanked her friend and headed in the general direction, checking each doorway along the way in the hunt for any electronic devices.

Hannah made her way upstairs and saw the bathroom in front of her. She then turned to the right and saw the door to Lara's bedroom ajar, and there on the bed was a laptop. Hannah felt blood rush to her head, as adrenaline kicked in. She had no real idea what she was about to do, part of her was reluctant, knowing it was unlikely to be a good thing for Lara. She hesitated for a moment, before reminding herself that if she failed she would have nothing, and pressed herself forward. Tiptoeing she got up to the bed, lifted the screen and watched the password screen flash up with Lara's pretty face on the icon. She plugged in the USB device and heard the familiar sound effect to say the device was recognised by the computer. The hard drive seemed to whirr for what felt like an eternity, and Hannah silently willed it to hurry up. Then just like that the fan died down and 3 audible electronic beeps could be heard. Hannah unplugged the device and went to the bathroom.

On her way out she noticed a small study across the upstairs hallway, and taking a moment to poke her head down the stairs she realised Lara was still busy dancing and stirring cocktails. Hannah took another deep breath and headed into the study. She noticed on the left a huge bookshelf with some fantastic novels as well as encyclopedias and travel journals, and on the right a desktop computer sat idle. Moving the mouse brought it to life and she saw this must be Tom's work computer from the lock screen. Hannah again popped the USB stick in a front port, and this time had to wait very little time for the 3 beeps, clearly the more powerful machine had run whatever was on this USB much faster. Satisfied Hannah quickly left, taking a moment to ensure she hadn't missed anything in the other guest room upstairs.

Hannah quickly headed back downstairs, satisfied with herself and rejoined Lara in the kitchen after hiding the USB back in her drawer, just in time to be passed one of the best Mojitos she had ever tasted.

Across town Ms. Grayson was enjoying a bottle of red wine on her couch as her friend Ms. Parker sent video files of Lucy's first day on the job, the poor secretary 's mouth busy between the woman's thighs licking hungrily as the camera was pointed in her face.

Just then Ms. Grayson's phone rang, with the ID listing her contact in the IT department.

"Hi Ms. Grayson, sorry to bother you on the weekend, but you told me to inform you when any new devices were added to the EagleEye software I sorted for you. Just letting you know two new machines are now connected to it, you can access them through that link I sent you. Won't be much use until someone logs in and the keyloggers can do their thing, but in the meantime it's transferring all the hard drive data to your private servers. Hope this helps solve your suspected fraud issue."

Ms. Grayson grinned and slipped a finger between her legs as she watched another video of juicy Lucy being abused. What a delightful weekend.

Hannah arrived back home at 9pm, a little drunk, and shivered as Ms. Grayson embraced her warmly.

"Darling, you're home, wonderful. And you did such a good job for me yes?" Hannah confirmed what the woman already knew. "Wonderful, wonderful, you've earned yourself a lovely reward, tonight you can sleep on the end of my bed once you've given me one of those special kisses I do adore."

Hannah gulped. She knew the special kisses involved Hannah's tongue on Ms. Grayson's clit, but the prospect of a bed instead of that cage was most welcome, so she did her best to show gratitude.

"Thank you Mistress, you're too kind."

With that Ms. Grayson had the girl strip and fetch her collar, then leashed her and lead her up to her room to give her orgasm after orgasm as she waited excitedly for the next part of her plan to fall into place.

Lara was feeling incredibly merry as she dragged herself up to bed. She checked her phone and saw a message from Tom and decided to be a little naughty. She switched on her laptop, intending to send him one of the naughty videos she had taken earlier, now stored securely on her private cloud account. As she logged in a pop-up in the bottom corner read 'Unknown device removed successfully'. Thinking nothing of it she closed it, opened her emails and attached a saucy video of her teasing the camera in her favourite lingerie.

Then she bit her lip as she messaged her Fiance.

Tom, can you take a look at the email I just sent, think this will be important for your trip. xxx

Ms. Grayson's laptop, sitting on the desk of her study began receiving data files and screenshots, with a notification lighting up on the EagleEye app.

The next day was Sunday, a day Hannah dreaded. She was expected to do chores. Polishing the floor, dusting, doing the washing. Ms. Grayson seemed in a good mood as Hannah made her breakfast, still naked apart from the collar around her neck. Her Mistress was in a black satin robe that clung to her curves sensually. She was holding her laptop as she skipped past Hannah before settling herself on her large comfy couch and switching the laptop on.

Hannah brought her some toast and a mug of coffee, then knelt as asked, head bowed so Ms. Grayson could use her as a footrest as she nibbled on the toast and fired up the EagleEye app.

The hard drives were still uploading to the cloud servers, and once they were done Ms. Grayson would send them to her lawyer for analysis. Under the guise she was investigating fraud she would ask if any dirt could be found. Her lawyer had access to an excellent digital forensics team so she was hoping there might be some kind of thread to pull on that would unravel little Lara.

In the meantime though she saw Hannah's little betrayal mission had paid off already, the app showed screenshots of Lara's laptop sending what appeared to be an explicit video stored on a cloud server. Opening up the keylogging doc revealed exactly what username and password she would need to access it. Just minutes later, Ms. Grayson dropped her toast back on the plate as she was met with a treasure trove of smut. Videos and photos of Lara, posing in various stages of undress, being used, sucking what she assumed was her fiance's cock, being taken from behind by Tom, playing with herself.

Ms. Grayson let out a moan as she quickly hit download on the images. "Oh Hannah, look oh look, come on, head up, look what a lovely gift you gave me yesterday."

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson lift her feet off the girl's back and raised her head to look as the woman span her laptop round and hit play on a video file. Hannah let out a gasp as she watched Lara, legs spread, masturbating to the camera, her face in crystal clear focus as she moaned through her performance.

"No... what did you do?" Hannah felt dizzy.

"Me? Oh no, all you darling, you gave me little Lara on a plate, aren't you happy? You've made Mistress soooo wet."

Hannah looked down in shame, she had delivered her friend into this woman's evil clutches, she had to warn her somehow. It would have to wait until work on Monday, when she could slip her a note or something without Ms. Grayson noticing.

All through Sunday Hannah's boss could be heard giggling as her laptop pinged with notifications. Ms. Grayson would watch as another website login was acquired, and soon she had access to Lara's life, with everything from her online banking to her travel air miles loyalty points. The control was delicious, and kept the woman constantly aroused. Hannah was constantly being pulled off chores to service her, each time receiving detailed reports of what Ms. Grayson had discovered. "Did you know little Lara was planning a big wedding in the Bahamas? She's looking at hotels right now" or "Oh my naughty Lara, ordering some new lingerie to impress your man? I do look forward to you posing in that for me." Hannah just licked and lapped, hoping the woman would get bored of prying into her poor friends life.

At some point the hard drive upload completed, and Ms. Grayson fired off an email to her lawyer with the links and a request to report on any anomalies found as soon as possible. She wasn't expecting anything, but any leverage she could get she would most certainly use for the next part of her plan.

Next she messaged her IT department expert, and requested Lara's work laptop be added to EagleEye. This was apparently super easy, as the company had tools already for monitoring and accessing work property, so it was just moments later that Ms. Grayson gained access to it. With a smile she launched the file manager, and began queuing up a selection of files, that would move to Lara's work PC the moment she went online with it. Satisfied for the evening, she took Hannah to her cage and locked her in, then went up to her room to sleep and dream of all the ways the next part of her plan would go down.

Monday at work was hell for Hannah. While almost everything was improving - with no one bothering her at all now about her place and her duties being straight forward, she kept trying to find a way to get Lara in private, with no such luck. She hastily scrawled a note simply saying 'You need to get out. Now.' and left it on Lara's desk, before quickly returning to her own.

When Lara spotted it she looked around, unsure who sent it at first or how immediate the supposed danger was. She looked over at Hannah, but Hannah was busying herself in her work, she didn't want Lara trying to talk to her about it here where Ms. Grayson could notice.

Ms. Grayson was busy most of the day talking to her lawyer, who let her know the forensics team were scouring the data as they spoke but had found nothing so far in the obvious places. The woman was not too worried, she didn't need that part of her plan to work for a success, but she held out inviting Lara in for a chat until she was sure.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty 'normal' by all accounts of the word's meaning now, although Hannah had heightened anxiety. On Wednesday evening however, something interesting happened. Ms. Grayson was browsing her laptop when the EagleEye tool pinged a notification. 30, then 40, then 50 files were being deleted from Tom's desktop machine all at once. She raised an eyebrow as the total hit 62, and tried to open them to no avail. Shit, she thought, worried she might miss something and quickly hit stop on the auto clone backup of the hard drives. Whatever was gone she wanted copies. She noted down the file extension paths for all 62 files (luckily most were the same and appeared to be emails from a similar directory) and then she quickly forwarded the info to her lawyer. Her heart began to race, had she found something?

The next day Ms. Grayson was at work when her lawyer called. Hannah had just finished her morning routine and was leaving the office when she picked up on the excitement in her boss' voice and panicked. She needed to find Lara, right now.

"So you see Ms. Grayson, their attempt to delete the files gave us a bright 'look over here' beacon. Looks like Lara has been helping Tom with some questionable tax loopholes."

"I see" Ms. Grayson licked her lips, sensing her hunt was about to get a kill "questionable but still lawful, or..."

"oh no, they're trying to use a pretty clever loophole around multi-income homes, but due to Tom's freelance work they are under valuating the finances he earns. Hard to prove if they had deleted the files and covered it up with some clever accounting, but luckily you caught that. There's emails with both of them discussing his income and then some deleted invoices, my guess is he's going to recreate these with new dates on them to ensure they get a better tax bracket. It's fraud Ms. Grayson."

Ms. Grayson nearly came right there. The other part of her plan was now nothing compared to this juicy information. She thanked her Lawyer and asked for a report with all incriminating files as soon as possible. The lawyer promised it within the hour.

Hannah was walking fast, Lara wasn't at her desk, which panicked her more, but she decided it was likely a good thing, she could pin her friend down somewhere quiet and have more time to warn her. She found Lara in the canteen, eating lunch with a few other finance execs.

"Lara we need to go now" Hannah said firmly, and Lara just shook her head.

"Listen, if your boss wants to talk to me tell her she can wait until after my lunch, she's not my direct line manager, she doesn't have any control over me." Lara smiled softly after saying this while all Hannah could think was she controls a lot more than you think.

"Please Lara, it's not her, I really need to talk to you." Hannah practically begged, and Lara noticed the girl was visibly shaking. Lara's mood softened.

"OK let's go, just say where." Lara then followed Hannah to a stairwell. Once Hannah checked it was clear she issued her frantic warning.

"Listen Lara, you need to go, you need to get out of this company. You need to run, Ms. Grayson is -"

Lara tried to cut her off "I knew it, what's that bitch done, I'm gonna get her so bad, did she make you move? She blackmailing you?" Lara had a hundred questions of her own, but all this did was frustrate Hannah.

"Yes, no look, stop worrying about me, worry about yourself, ever since you got on her radar she's been after you, I don't know what she's done but you're running out of time. Please, save yourself."

Lara ignored Hannah, she felt her own blood boil. This bitch had broken one of her best friends, had humiliated the girl into taking some weird secretary role way below her skill set, and now was trying to what? dickwave herself at Lara to show power. Fuck that.

Lara stormed past Hannah, heading directly to Ms. Grayson's office, as Hannah chased after, trying to stop her.

Moments later Ms. Grayson's door barged open, no courtesy knock this time, as Lara strutted menacingly over to the desk.

"Ms. Phillips, need I remind you not to barge in without an appointment, again I see no calendar invite, I do hope this doesn't become a weekly occurrence." Ms. Grayson sneered.

Lara Phillips could not have been more angry at that point.

"No you listen here missy. I know you did something to Hannah here, this isn't her, she's not a bimbo. She doesn't dress in pink heels or wear bright pink lipstick, so whatever little blackmail you've got going on you can stop it right now and give her old job back." Lara's hands begun to shake with the fury, which was only made worse by Ms. Grayson's smile turning almost predatory in response.

"My my my, hear that Hannah?" Hannah, who had followed Lara all the way in to the office, looked down at her feet sheepishly. "Little Lara here thinks you look like a stupid bimbo. I am inclined to agree, but Lara, you wave the word blackmail around with so little proof. That's a wild accusation, where is your evidence?"

Lara faltered, Hannah had all but admitted it right? She turned to Hannah, who couldn't even look her friend in the eye.

"Hannah said -" Lara started, before Ms. Grayson raised an eyebrow and interjected "Oh did she now? What pray tell, did Hannah say hmm?" Ms. Grayson leaned back in her chair, savouring the moment as she mentally began to circle her prey.

"She told me to run from you, told me it was too late for her and to save myself. I'm not scared of you, you evil psychopathic bitch." Lara felt good getting the words out. Hannah blushed behind her, knowing full well that this wasn't her moment of rescue, that there would be consequences for trying to warn Lara.

Ms. Grayson let out a laugh, almost like a cackle, before standing up from her desk, imposing her taller height on Lara, who nervously took a step back.

"As I suspected, no evidence. Little lost Lara, let me explain something. When you want to get your way in life, you use leverage. That leverage can come in all shapes and sizes, and usually requires evidence. For example you coming in here accusing me of blackmailing poor Hannah here, who might just get her rocks off playing as my dumb bimbo secretary. No evidence, no leverage, you have nothing, therefore you don't get your way."

Lara felt her stomach drop in dread, but said nothing as Ms. Grayson walked around the desk and stood inches from her, continuing her monologue.

"Compare that to what I have. I have a selection of video files found on company property, on the laptop of one Ms. Lara Phillips. Now Lara, need I remind you it is against company policy to have pornography of any kind on work property? And yet our corporate security team found these."

Ms. Grayson spun her work laptop around and hit play as Lara felt herself freeze up. On the screen was a video of her masturbating. Ms. Grayson pushed a button, up popped Lara sucking her fiancee's cock complete with sounds.

"You... how?... what the fuck..." Lara felt giddy.

"Quite the performance little lady, I can't deny, I got a little turned on watching you rub that needy little slit for the camera. But there's a time and a place for such perversions, and work I'm afraid, is not it."

Ms. Grayson was now inches from Lara's face, Lara could smell her perfume, could feel the woman's breath on her ear as she almost seductively whispered the last part of the sentence.

Lara was confused, angry, and scared. "I never put them on there, I wouldn't, someone... you... you set me up!" Lara's lip was trembling.

"Evidence dear, evidence, what was the point in me talking so much if it just goes in one ear out the other. On the contrary, this evidence is now with corporate security, who will investigate to the full extent, and I'm afraid, it's not looking good for you.

"Please", Lara couldn't believe it, she was being set up. She needed this job, she couldn't believe she had ignored Hannah. She should have run, even if it was too late, she didn't want to give this evil bitch the satisfaction of lording it over her in this office. "What... what do you want?" she gulped as she asked.

"Ahh see now we are getting somewhere. But I am afraid things are not so simple with your case. You see, I do hate when people go prying into my business, like you went prying with Hannah here. She belongs to me, dear - and I protect my property. So I figured I might have to do a little prying of my own to nip this all in the bud."

Lara's ears were ringing and it took every part of her to remain focused and stop from throwing up.

"I found a way to look into my little problem girl Lara, and what did I find, besides a camera happy whore?"

Lara hated where this was going, this woman was dangerous, and she had underestimated her completely.

"You don't know? Oh I think you do, you and Tom have been getting very creative with your taxes hmm... so sweet how you are helping him commit fraud. Such a lovely couple, do you think he will find a lover as pretty as you in prison Lara?"

Lara fell to her knees sobbing. "H-how... what... what have you done?"

"Me? Oh Lara I've done nothing but report the truth. I suspect you and your husband to be will have a knock from the authorities this evening, maybe you can have one last meal together before they come? Maybe suck his cock like you do so well in this video." Ms. Grayson laughed again.

"As for how", she continued, "my new secretary proved quite the little spy for me when she went to yours last weekend. A few trojan tools installed and your whole world was mine. Say thank you to Hannah for that."

The betrayal felt like a punch to her gut. Hannah knelt by Lara, tears of her own streaming down her cheeks as she tried to console her friend. "Lara I - she didn't give me a choice, I told you, this is how she gets you. I couldn't..."

"Oh shh Hannah, stop blabbering both of you. I'm not so cruel as to just send your friend and her fiance off to prison, after all what have I been talking about all this time?" Ms. Grayson slowly walked around the girls as they knelt and sobbed together.

"Leverage" Laura spat, the rage returning. She didn't blame Hannah, as much as it hurt, she was all to aware now how deviant this woman was. All her anger was focused at Ms. Grayson, who was enjoying every moment of the girl's battle with emotions.

"Exactly, see, you're learning. Leverage. Which brings us back to what I want Lara. And I'm afraid you might not like the answer."

Lara panted, trying to control her breathing, trying to resist the urge to jump up and beat the living shit out of this maniac.

Ms. Grayson felt her own panties slicken with each new moment of this girl's taming. Watching Lara's flame slowly extinguish as she became more passive was oh so delicious.

"For so long now, I've wanted a live at home slave. Someone so totally... leveraged... that she will do anything and everything, that she will throw her entire life away just to serve me, for fear of the consequences."

Hannah looked up at this point, knowing now how much worse things were about to get.

"Hannah here came pretty close. The little bimbo made the mistake of begging me for a job and being so desperate to get it she would humiliate and expose herself. It backfired sure, but Hannah can still leave. She might not have a career wherever she goes, but she can try to rebuild her life. A few humiliating photos be damned. Isn't that right girly?"

Hannah realised she was being spoken to and nodded "Yes... Mistress." No point hiding Ms. Grayson's title now.

"The thing with Hannah though, is deep down, she enjoys it. She was soaking wet when I first tied her up, and lead her into a room full of people to lick cum off my floor, weren't you?"

Hannah again nodded, feeling her cheeks flush as Lara looked at her with disgust and confusion.

"So you see Lara, Hannah here would probably have been enough for me, a dumb bimbo I could control who is never going to run away because she enjoys it just too much."

Hannah felt utterly exposed, her dirty secrets aired to the world. Sure she would never have agreed to any of this without being coaxed, but she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs at each humiliation, at each moment control was snatched from her.

"And Lara, I almost pity you" Ms. Grayson bent down and lifted Lara's chin with her hand, looking the girl in her pretty eyes. "At first all I wanted was to get enough Leverage on you to ensure you backed off. To keep you compliant. Maybe force you to move elsewhere where you couldn't meddle in my little fun with Hannah, and gosh you were so close to that being the outcome today."

Lara felt her body blush, this woman was pretending to have some level of ethics, despite how fucked up this all was. Despite the slow horror being revealed to her.

"But then my lawyer found your dirty little secret, and oh how dirty it is. Filthier even than little Hannah here's panties after a day servicing me. Not just humiliating. Incriminating."

The words sent new jolts of fear through Lara, and conversely sent jolts of pleasure through Ms. Grayson.

"You must understand how a woman with my...urges, couldn't possibly pass up such a delicious opportunity."

Lara let out a pathetic "Please...no..." as Ms. Grayson rested a heel on her shoulder, forcing Lara's face to the floor.

"Little Lara Phillips, a true straight girl. Not even a little curious about women no? And yet... what would you do to stop yourself going to prison? What would you do to stop your future husband going to prison?"

Lara felt the heel digging in to her with each mention of prison as Ms. Grayson drove her point home. Only after the silence became deafening did Lara realise the lecherous pervert was waiting for an answer.

"...anything..." the word came out of Lara's throat so tinny, it was barely audible. Ms. Grayson prodded her again with a heel.

"What's that, I couldn't quite catch it?" Ms. Grayson teased.

"A-anything" Lara said again, her will crumbling.

"Anythiiing..." Ms. Grayson replied seeming to want another word attached, and Lara, following the cue from Hannah earlier gulped as she worked out what it was.

"Anything, Mistress." Ms. Grayson removed her foot from Lara's shoulder blade at this and clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Now stand up, strip down to your lingerie and give me a show, I do so enjoy your taste in undergarments, so much more stylish than the pink skanky stuff my little bimbo here wears.

Lara began moving, peeling off her office clothes to reveal a matching bra and panties with holdups. Ms. Grayson eyed her hungrily.

"Good girl, now I am not one for patience, so from here on out you will do as I say, when I say it and say 'Yes Mistress' when you do. If I catch you trying to resist I'll just submit your evidence to the anonymous Tax investigation reporting site and watch you and Tom carted off in handcuffs. Clear?"

Lara nodded before quickly adding "Yes... Mistress".

Ms. Grayson smiled, pulling a white choker from her drawer and attaching it around the neck of her new prey before stripping down to her own lingerie.

"Hannah, be a darling and lock the door. You can sit in the corner and quietly masturbate for being such a good girl, no cumming though."

Hannah quickly stood up and obeyed, heading to the door, flicking it locked before kneeling on the floor at the back of the room and stuffing her hand down her panties as she watched the woman she called Mistress begin to have her way with her work BFF. She let out a moan loud enough that Lara noticed and looked at her friend with shock.

Ms. Grayson grabbed Lara by the hair, pushing her against a wall, pinning her arm behind her back. She gave the girl a spank on her beautiful bottom, watching it wobble in the aftershock.

"Oh Lara, don't mind Hannah, I keep her on edge so she's always this horny, don't feel ashamed, she finds your total submission attractive. I must say, I have to agree with her." Ms. Grayson whispered in Lara's ear, as her hands groped up the poor girl, who let out a frustrated cry. Maybe... if she just let this woman have her way once she could get out of here and fix this somehow.

Obediently Lara followed the woman's every instruction, falling to her knees, and learning to lick and kiss Ms. Grayson wherever she demanded, all while Hannah edged herself over and over to the sight before her.

For Ms. Grayson the feeling of controlling this unwilling victim was euphoric. She was addicted. Watching the girl's willpower shatter, she obediently learned to worship Ms. Grayson and feared for her and her fiance's freedom too much to argue. It was total control, and it gave Ms. Grayson the biggest orgasm of her life as she rode Lara's face. She pushed the finance manager back onto the floor, and collapsed in her comfy leather chair, truly sated.

Lara, dizzy from the moment, lay there catching her breath, wiping the wet smears off her face, while Hannah slowly retracted her hand from her panties, still turned on and frustrated by the lack of orgasm.

Ms. Grayson took a moment to compose herself before speaking matter of factly to Hannah. "Hannah, see to it that Ms. Phillips has a box for her things and her resignation letter submitted by the end of the day."

"Yes Mistress" nodded Hannah, who was then dismissed from the room.

"But I... I did as you asked... you can't fire me. Please." Lara was confused, the red hot shame of the act still coursing through her.

"Oh Lara, you seem to be confused. We can hardly keep some porn addicted tax fraud on the books, especially in finance, imagine if that got out! Goodness no. You are finished here. You did as I asked yes. Not to keep your job. To stop you and that fiance of yours from going to prison. And you'll continue to do as I ask, understood?"

"But..." Lara thought better of it, knowing she was truly trapped. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, now before you leave here's what's going to happen in order for you to avoid the orange jumpsuit or whatever they wear these days." Lara groaned.

"You're to leave Tom. You can make up whatever excuse you like, but your relationship is over. If you need help making a lie up just ask Hannah, the little slut has grown good at being a sneaky bimbo. You want him to lead a happy prison free life? It doesn't have you in the picture."

Lara felt the words sting. Reality felt like a ton of bricks being lowered on to her, she struggled to breathe.

"You have until next weekend to do this. He might not take it so bad, after all he still has a promising career ahead, unlike you."

God, Lara hated this woman so much. Such a spiteful way with words. She truly was a psychopath.

"Next Saturday I expect you at my address at 8am sharp. Hannah can give it to you. You will wear your best lingerie, and most revealing slutty outfit. That is all. Everything else will be provided by myself upon arrival. You might be jobless, but you won't be homeless, I take good care of my slaves."

Lara was then told to get dressed and get out. She left the office and was met by Hannah holding a box for her. "I'm sorry Lara... truly."

Lara looked at the sorrow in Hannah's eyes and felt her own tears begin to fall, as the two made their way to her desk to pack her things up.

Meanwhile Ms. Grayson closed her eyes, imagining all the fun she would finally have with her own permanent 24/7 slave, especially with slutty little Hannah to help train her up.

Ms. Grayson knew she would do whatever it takes to ensure Lara and Hannah remained hers forever. Whatever it takes.

Pathetic little public slave

Imagine the following:

We meet up at your place and I tell you to strip in front of me. You whimper but obey. I tell you to stand straight, legs spread and hands behind your head. Just so I can walk around you and inspect your body inch by inch. It’s my body after-all. You are mine after-all. My fucking little slut. My personal cum deposit. My willing sex slave. My needy whore. Mine.

After a good 5-10 minutes of inspecting your body and groping you, I grab a pen/marker/sharpie and tell you stay still as I start writing on your body.

On your left tit I write: horny slut.

On your right tit I write: owned whore.

On your stomach and above your pussy I write:

Use me sir.

Cumdump.

Owned sex slave.

Fuckpig/whore.

Property of *insert my name*.

Breeding toy.

Creampie me (with an arrow pointing to your pussy).

Filthy.

Smelly.

Pathetic.

On your pussy I write: Cumdumpsters

On your upper thighs I write:

Needy attention slut.

Masters cocksleeve.

Pathetic.

And wet mess.

On your ass I write:

Use me.

Hit me.

Break me.

Fat ass.

Dump semen/piss here (with an arrow pointing to your asshole).

And then I tell you to get dressed. I tell you to get ready. Because we are going out on a date. We’ll go to the movies, visit a park, get some streetfood and generally have a fun time in public. While under your dress your body is marked like the pathetic owned slut you are. Your panties getting wetter and wetter as our date continues and I casually remind you of your place from time to time. Maybe even putting my hand on your thigh and squeezing it with a cheeky smile.

And then at the end of the day. We get an hotelroom. One with those big open windows, nice big beds and spacey bathtubs. There I tell you to undress for me and get on your fucking knees. There I’ll tell you to press your nose against my crotch and sniff the sweaty and musky scent of my cock and balls. There I ask you. “Who owns you. Who is your master?” Expecting you to obediently repeat a “you sir. You are my master, you are,” Before I slap your tongue with my cock and your face with my hands. Praising you for responding so obediently.

Just imagine how humiliating it is to he forced on your knees. Body marked up like that. And forced to suck me off, forced to sniff my smelly cock and balls. Forced to worship a mans dirtiest body parts as he praises and humiliates you for it. Forced to get addicted to his scent. Your face smelling like his personal cockwipe. Like his filthy little plaything. I might even grab you by your hair and forcefully guide you to wherever the fuck I want. Maybe even in-between my ass cheeks. Forcing your pretty little face between my hairy ass. Holding you in place and barking orders at you.

“Go on pathetic slave/slut. Sniff. Sniff that sweaty asshole. Smell it. Rim it. Kiss it. Make out with it. Worship it like your lover. And be fucking grateful I’m allowing you to do so. Understood?”

Oh how fun it is. For the outside world you are an innocent woman. A sweetheart. And here you are smelling my asshole after a date. Rimming me, worshipping me. Humiliating isn’t it?

And then. Then I would lift you up and drag you to the big open window. Push your face against the glass. Tell you to stay still. Legs spread open. Bend over.

I wonder how wet and drippy your little pussy would get. How badly would the room start to smell of desperate wet pussy? Well? What do you think? How wet is it making you now?

(More to come in part 2.)

She knew exactly how to scramble my brain...

Cruel to be Kind

Is it cruel or kind to ruin the male orgasm?

Ruined orgasms make little sense if the male is a dom. He gets pure enjoyment from it, it feels great, and afterwards, he will still be in the proper frame of mind to remain dominant. Nothing is lost in the process.

But what of the submissive male? He has been a good boy all week, so you decide that he deserves an orgasm. You remove his chastity device and tease him into a frenzy. At that moment, he needs to cum so badly, to the point where he would do humiliating things he probably wouldn’t normally do to achieve it. He is as submissive as he will ever be as you decide that you have teased him enough, and you send him crashing over the edge. The only problem is, his submissive feelings crash as well, as his body releases prolactin during the full male orgasm.

Suddenly, your good boy goes through a drastic change. He loses most of his lust for you, his owner, which inspired much of his subordinate behavior. He may even balk at being relocked in his chastity cage. What the hell just happened? He has been feeling so submissive to you but most of that feeling just got flushed from his system along with his semen. What he wanted, needed, maybe even begged for a few seconds ago is immediately regretted by you both. Why?

As a domme you will feel peeved by his sudden change in demeanor.  You think his submission to you shouldn’t change just because of a momentary bodily function. Are you just a kink dispenser for him? He should be submissive no matter what. And you know what? A truly submissive male will agree with those thoughts, feeling guilty and disappointed with himself over it. His heart will be filled with dread and self doubt. He will regret having that orgasm just as much as you now regret giving it to him.

Not only does he enjoy serving and obeying you, he also loves the general feeling of being submissive. It is a part of him, a part of who he is, how he identifies himself, and he has just lost that. The release of prolactin ruins his submissive frame of mind making it hard for him to submit afterwards for a few hours, to even a day or two. He feels bad, but has no control over the process. But working in collaboration with you, as a team , it can be controlled.

The ruined male orgasm. Is it really ruined, or is it simply improved upon? After all, it is still pleasurable to him, just not as powerful and intense as a full orgasm. The important part is denying the prolactin release. If successful, not only will his submissive feelings remain, his horniness and lust which are pleasurable to him in their own right will continue (subdued) as well.

Are a few seconds of intense pleasure worth it in the end? Or is it better to trade that short burst for a much longer but still highly enjoyable experience? After all, he isn’t really gaining anything by orgasming. He is trading one pleasure for another, his submissive feelings that can last days for a quick burst of intensity that lasts only seconds, and ruins everything else.

We have decided that ruined orgasms will be the answer in the foreseeable future. It’s just better, for both of us.

Enhanced Prison - Part One

Ben had fucked up badly, but the idea of spending the next thirty years in prison was unthinkable.

He sat in the bus in his orange prisoner hoodie and striped pants, his wrists cuffed to a chain around his stomach, his legs shackled, headed towards the state penitentiary. He couldn’t believe that this was real, that he was about to spend the next thirty years of his life locked up. He’d be 59 the next time he saw freedom.

As the prison came into view, he and the other prisoners all grew quiet. It looked like something out of a nightmare, surrounded by barbed wire and guards. A heavily armed guard waved the bus through as a series of gates opened and shut to let the prisoners inside.

They filed off the bus. Ben had to get used to walking in shackles, but at least they’d be coming off soon. All the prisoners were taken to what looked like an assembly room with benches. There was a podium at the front. Ben sat down with the rest of the prisoners.

The warden came out. He was a large man – large, but not fat. His arms and legs were huge, and the man barely had a neck to speak of. He looked out at the prisoners with a sinister gleam in his eye.

“Welcome, prisoners,” he said. “Each of you was selected because you have sentences of 30 or more years, but none of you committed violent crimes. Check fraud, drug trafficking, larceny. Our prisons are overcrowded, so the state is starting a new program. And you get to be our test subjects.”

The prisoners shifted. No one said anything.

“The point of prison,” the Warden said, “is to rehabilitate, not merely to punish. We have developed a program that will let you serve a significantly reduced sentence, as long as you are willing to endure some – accommodations,” he said. “Gentlemen, come with me, and I will explain further.”

The prisoners looked around at each other, confused. Still, Ben was excited to think that part of his sentence might be reduced. He was with about seven other prisoners, each wearing the orange prisoner hoodie, each in orange and white striped pants and black boots. They stayed shackled and handcuffed as they followed the Warden, and a pair of guards, each carrying a rifle in their hands, followed behind.

They walked through the prison yard and into an area that looked like it had been built recently. It had no windows, just three stories, as best as Ben could tell, and a single door in the front. The door was solid metal with a small window inside of it.

The Warden slid his ID through the slot on the side of the door, and a buzzer sounded. The door opened.

Once the doors were closed inside, it took Ben’s eyes a few minutes to adjust. There were eight tablet computers on what looked like school desks. Each prisoner sat down at a desk, and the guards and Warden went around and fastened their shackles to the desk with a padlock. The desks themselves were bolted to the floor.

“On the menu,” the Warden said. “You will see some ways that your sentence will be made more unpleasant, thus assuring that you will learn your lesson and you will never want to return to prison. For each option you select, a percentage of your sentence will be reduced. Note, however, that the percentages are not cumulative. Each option you select will take less and less from your sentence. “The guards are coming around to put some headphones and VR goggles on your heads. Watch the video. It will help you understand your choices.”

The guard came around and put some goggles over Ben’s eyes and some headphones over his ears. Everything was blacked out.

And suddenly – everything was white. The Warden stood inside the video.

“Welcome to the demonstration,” the video Warden said. “I am going to demonstrate each of your options. When the video experience is concluded, you will select on the tablet computer which options you will include to make your stay more unpleasant. The more options you select, the more unpleasant, and the shorter, your sentence will be.”

An orange-clad prisoner stepped into the frame. “Hello, Warden,” the prisoner said.

“Hello, 589,” the Warden said. “Are you ready to help with the demonstration?”

“Yes, Warden,” the prisoner said.

“First of all,” the Warden said, “no matter what you choose, being in the program at all requires you to be handcuffed and shackled at all times. There are no exceptions and it will not, by itself, take any time off your sentence.”

The prisoner had shackles on his booted ankles and his hands were cuffed. The handcuff chain was a little longer than a normal handcuff chain, giving him a little more range of motion than the normal “arrest cuffs.”

“Now, your sentence reduction options. First up, the chastity cage,” the Warden said. The prisoner dropped his pants slightly to reveal a cock encased in a steel device. “No sex, no masturbation, no touching yourself. Choose this, and your sentence is reduced to 80 percent.”

Ben was about to consider the absurdity of wearing something like that on his cock when the “80 %” showed up in black letters across the screen. That was already six years off his sentence.

“A muzzle,” the Warden said. The prisoner’s pants were back up, but his face was wrapped in a leather mask that wrapped around his head and kept his jaw. “You won’t be able to talk or eat while you’re wearing it. You’ll wear it in 7 ½ hour shifts – and each shift reduced the sentence.” A table of text appeared in black as the Warden spoke, revealing the numbers. “One shift reduces to 95 percent. Two shifts is another 95 percent, and three shifts – so basically, all the time, except when you’re eating – an additional 90 percent. All three add up to a reduction to about 81 percent.”

The prisoner’s muzzle was removed. “Hygiene Reduction Torture,” the Warden said.

“What’s that?” the Prisoner asked.

“You’ll be provided with no deodorant or soap, ever,” the Warden said. The prisoner suddenly looked filthy, hair greasy and skin covered in grime.

“Disgusting? Absolutely! And your sentence is reduced to 85 percent.”

The filthy prisoner returned back to his clean-looking self. “Adding a steel collar, which we’ll weld closed around your neck” – the collar appeared around the neck of the shackled prisoner – “is a reduction to 90 percent.” The neck collar didn’t vanish like some of the other options had. As the Warden cycled through the rest of the options, the prisoner’s collar stayed on.

“Each of you has a cell that is 10 feet by 5 feet. If you opt, instead, to sleep inside a small cage, 5 by 3 x 3, it’s reduced to 95 percent.” The prisoner stepped into a small cage, and the door closed and locked behind him.

“Sleep deprivation torture means you’ll only get to sleep five hours a night, with no naps allowed, ever, but it reduces your sentence to 90 percent. Urinal service” – the prisoner was let out of the cage, but he wore a type of gag that had a funnel at the end of it – “means that the guards piss down your throat, and your sentence is reduced to 90 percent. Punching bag torture” – the prisoner’s hands were suspended over his head – “means that for 15 to 20 minutes a day, a guard gets to use you for a punching bag!” The Warden socked the prisoner in the stomach, for effect.

“Sensory deprivation torture will gain you some quick reductions,” the Warden said. The prisoner wore a hood that completely blocked out its vision and hearing. “Like the muzzle, it’s in 7 ½ hour shifts – 90 percent, 85 percent, and 80 percent. If you take all three, you’ll get 90 minutes a day to see and hear, and your sentenced is reduced to 61 percent.”

Ben’s heart leapt. Having to be hooded all the time sounded awful, but that was almost half of his sentence if he took all three shifts.

“Leashed to the wall.” The prisoner’s hood was off, but now a chain, around 8 feet long, reached from his neck and was bolted to a length of wall that had popped up behind him. “You’ll spend 16 hours a day chained like this to a wall for a reduction to 85 percent. Kick it up to 24 hours a day, and it’s an additional 75 percent – for a total reduction to 64 percent.”

The leash and the wall disappeared. Once again the prisoner’s hands were suspended above his head. “Suspension torture,” the Warden said. “For three hours a day, you’re chained up like this. If you pick this and punching bag torture, you can do them together. This is a reduction to 85 percent.

“Electro shock torture” – the prisoner was no longer suspended, but there was something added to the steel collar, a small mechanism that stuck out – “means that you will receive 12 random shocks throughout the day. They are completely random and can come at any time.”

The Warden pressed a button, and the prisoner screamed, grabbing the collar that he couldn’t remove. The prisoner fell to his knees, but the shock ended about five seconds after it started. “This is a reduction to 85 percent.

“Hypnosis therapy,” the Warden continued, “means you’ll spend an hour a day plugged into the very device you’re wearing now.” The prisoner’s ears had headphones and his eyes were covered with the VR goggles. “You’ll learn new skills, learn to be a better person, and get a reduction to 80 percent of your sentence.

“Now, the last three options. You’re already going to be shackled and handcuffed, so why not upgrade?” The prisoner’s wrists and ankles were no longer just cuffed and ironed – instead, he wore heavy manacles and heavy shackles, adding what looked like ten extra pounds of weight. “The manacles take you to 80 percent, and the shackles to 80 percent. Do both, and you’re at 64 percent.

“The final option,” the Warden said, “is the most important one.” The prisoner vanished, leaving just the Warden. “Participation in the Enhanced Prison is entirely voluntary. You can end it at any time, and whatever time you served in the Enhanced Prison will be subtracted from your sentence. If, however, you choose to make your restrictions involuntary, meaning you cannot back out, you will earn” – the number loomed large in the video, “a 50 percent reduction in your sentence.”

The video ended. The VR goggles and headphones were removed.

“As you can see,” said the real Warden, “Enhanced Prison won’t be easy or pleasant. But try out your options and see how much your sentence can be reduced.”

Ben’s cuffs were taken off the belly chain so he could use the tablet. It was already programmed for him specifically.

Prisoner: Benjamin Howard Original Sentence: 30 Years Click each box to add or remove the Sentence Reduction Option.  Leg Irons                        Not Optional Handcuffs                     Not Optional Chastity                          80% Muzzle 1/3                    95% Muzzle 2/3                    95% Muzzle 3/3                    90% Hygiene Reduction       85% Steel Collar                   90% Cage Sleeping              95% Sleep Deprivation          90% Urinal Service               90% Punching Bag               90% Sensory Dep. 1/3          90% Sensory Dep. 2/3          85% Sensory Dep. 3/3         80% Leashed 2/3                  85% Leashed 3/3                  75% Suspension Torture      85% Electro Shock               85% Hypnosis Therapy        80% Heavy Manacles          80% Heavy Shackles           80% No Reset                       50%     UPDATED SENTENCE: 30 Years

What could Ben live with? He put check boxes next to chastity, steel collar, heavy manacles, and heavy shackles.

The final line revealed the updated sentence: 13 years, 10 months.

Just like that, his sentence had been cut in half. When he checked the “No Reset” option, meaning he couldn’t go back and be a regular prisoner, he was down to 6 years, 11 months.

Suddenly Ben realized that he could have some sort of future. He could get out before he was 40. He didn’t necessarily love the idea of being chained up all the time, but he already knew he was going to do it.

Already down to seven years, Ben wondered – what else could he live with? Maybe he was going about this wrong. He was in prison, for shit’s sake. It was already going to suck. Quickly he went through and added every option, just to see what would happen, and was shocked to see what his potential sentence could be.

Updated Sentence: 9 months.

He stared at that number for a long time. Each unpleasant thing he removed would add months or years to his sentence, a sentence that was already going to be fucking terrible because of the Enhancements. What could he absolutely NOT deal with?

He removed “Urinal Service.” 10 months. An extra month not to have to drink piss seemed worth it. He clicked “Sensory Deprivation” down from full time to 2/3 time. 1 year.

He sighed. He clicked off “Hygiene Reduction” and it added three months. Could he live without being clean for a year? At the end of the year, would he have wished he’d just been smelly and gross the entire time?

No. He wanted to be able to bathe. Clicking off “Electro Shock” added an extra two months. There were still lots of tortures, lots of indignities. But when he tried to click off being leashed to the wall, it added ten months back onto his sentence.

He could handle being chained to the wall. He could. He’d be clean, he wouldn’t be being shocked all the time, and he wouldn’t have to drink anyone’s piss. A year and a half instead of 30 years. He’d be chained up and muzzled the whole time, he’d sleep in a cage, he’d be hooded and tortured a whole, whole lot. But his life could go on later.

“Are you ready?” the guard asked.

Ben nodded. “Yeah, I – I think so,” he said.

The guard nodded to the Warden. “This one’s ready, Sir.”

The Warden grinned. “Good. Get him ready please, Mr Galveston. Once he’s all situated, the sentence can begin.”

* * *

Unlike the no-necked Warden, Galveston seemed kind, pleasant, almost friendly. In a different life, maybe they could have gotten along better. His hair was cut pretty short, showing lots of skin where the sides and back of his head were shaved, and he walked with a swagger and confidence that Ben, even in these circumstances, actually envied.

“Hey,” Galveston said to Ben, “you didn’t check the ‘urinal service’ one. That’s probably one of the easiest ones. It’ll take two whole months off your sentence.”

“I don’t want to drink piss,” Ben said.

“Bro,” Galveston said, smiling, “it’ll be my piss. It won’t be that bad. It’ll only be once a day. You’ve checked off so many things here that you’re basically gunna be in hell for a year. What’s one more thing? Do that and the electro shock torture and you’re talking another four months. That’s four months sooner you can get back to your life.”

They arrived in an open area with a bench built into the wall. There were no windows, but the lights here made it easy to see without being unpleasant. “All right, dude, let’s get you ready.” Galveston cuffed Ben to the bench and went to get everything ready, pulling chains and things out of the cabinets. “Okay, let’s do the chastity first.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Nah, dude. It just feels snug. The Warden had us do all this too. The ‘prisoner’ in the video you watched was actually another guard. I’ve put on and done everything you can do. That’s what I’m telling you, seriously. The shock collar’s not that bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it fucking sucks for those few seconds, but then it’s over.”

“You drank piss?”

“My own piss,” Galveston said. “You had to do everything on the list to get this assignment. Okay! Let’s get your cock locked away.”

The device went around Ben’s cock. He was surprised how hard he tried to get, all things considered. He was surprised by how much he liked having Galveston slide the device on, attaching the rings and the cage and then snapping it all into place. A well-placed rivet rendered the entire thing permanent.

“All right. So from now on you’ll have to wear snap-on clothes because you’re going to be chained up all the time.” Galveston pulled out the heavy chains Ben would be wearing continuously.

“I’m literally never taking them off? The whole time?”

“Not even once,” Galveston said. “We have to make sure they fit right, because once they’re on, they’re on. We don’t have to have you change clothes yet. Later we can just cut off the clothes you’re wearing right now.”

Still cuffed to the bench, Ben’s other restraints got removed – briefly. On went the heavy manacles, the heavy shackles, and a thick steel collar with an 8-foot chain leash around his neck. All of them were fitted with screw-locks, then sealed with a metal epoxy.

“How are you feeling?” Galveston asked.

“This is so fucked up.”

“You’ll be okay. You look good in these chains, by the way. It suits you somehow.”

“I just know I won’t spend the rest of my life in prison,” Ben said, “because I’m doing this. So whatever. What else still has to happen?”

“I still need to get your muzzle. That’s really not that bad, either. You can still grunt kind of. But … shit, man. Don’t do the sleep deprivation one.”

“Really?”

“No, dude. You’re talking over a year of getting five hours a sleep a night. Look, the piss one is the same reduction as the sleep one. Just trade them out. Three minutes of drinking my piss every once in a while in exchange for three or four hours a sleep a night. It’s a good trade.”

Ben snorted. “You really want me to drink your piss, don’t you?”

Galveston laughed. “I kinda do, man. I know you don’t believe me, but you look so fucking great in all these chains. Hey, your muzzle’s right here. You ready?”

“One more thing,” Ben said. “Are you going to be the one doing the … the … well, when I’m …”

“Am I your torturer?” Galveston finished. He patted Ben on the back. “Yeah man, I am. Your rehabilitation is going to be my full time job.”

Ben bit him lip. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. It’s going to suck for you. I won’t lie. But I’ll make sure you’re okay. I’m going to hurt you a lot, Ben, but I won’t damage you. You’ll come out of this okay in the end. And most importantly, you’ll come out of it a young man, not a washed-up ex-con in his 60s.”

Ben nodded. “Do the piss thing, then.”    

“Alright, man! Take off the sleep torture?”    

“Yes.”

“You’ll be glad. Alright then, here’s the muzzle. Once that’s on I’ll take you to the cell, and since you picked being chained to the wall all the time, we’re going to anchor it right in place. I’ll do all the torturing right there in your cell. Oh, one more thing.”

Galveston pulled out the sensory deprivation hood. “You chose to wear this two-thirds of the time. When you wake up in the morning I’ll let you pick which eight-hour period you want the hood off. But you’re going to wear it every night and half of the day, every day.”

The muzzle went around Ben’s face. A strap went between his eyes to hold it all in place, and Galveston pulled out some small locks to keep it secured. He then pulled Ben by the chain and took him through a door and up some stairs. Ben passed five cells on the way to one in the very back of a row.

“Go inside,” Galveston ordered.

Inside the cell, Ben saw a small cage where a bed should have been. There was a toilet, sink, and small shower with a drain in the floor. There was a chain and hook hanging from the middle of the room, probably for the suspension torture.

And there was a ring attached to the wall.

Galveston took out a padlock. He threaded the leash-chain into the wall ring and locked the leash in place. Then he pulled out some metal epoxy and filled the keyhole.

“Alright, dude,” he said. “I think you’re all set. I won’t put the hood on tonight or make you sleep in the cage – tonight. I think you’re going to have enough of an adjustment as it is. We’ve got over a year to make sure you’re rehabilitated.”

Ben nodded.

“One more thing,” Galveston said as he closed the door to the cell, “I picked you. The eight of us that were selected for this assignment got to pick the prisoners we wanted. My reputation is on the line. So I’m going to be completely sure, by the end of this, that you really are completely rehabilitated.

“Try to sleep, Ben. Tomorrow, we’ll really get to work.”

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