I looked at the pieces of bread lying on the bed. They were dirty now from the floor, and being prodded around by Louise’s feet. None of it looked particularly appealing, the mouldy bit of baguette, the rock hard crust of a loaf, and the half eaten sandwich. I need to eat at least one, so perhaps the sandwich was the best option. I knelt on the floor, and, bending forward, I was just about to reach it with my hand. It was cheese, and had obviously been made some days ago, the cheese dry and stinking. Picking it up, I realised that the chains were adjusted so that, although I could pick things up off the floor, as long as I knelt, I could not reach my mouth. I urned and dropped it on the bed and then, trying to ignore the revolting smell, grabbed it in my mouth and bit a piece off I realised my mistake immediately, as the rest of it broke off and fell back down into the straw. I reached down again to pick it up and drop it back on the bed. Trying to ignore the bits of straw coating it now, I grabbed, but and chewed again, this time making sure the left over piece fell back on the bed. Two more bites and it was gone, so at least I had eaten something.
My stomach had stopped rumbling but I was desperately thirsty. The only option was the scummy liquid in the bowl on the floor. Trying to block out the fact that all three women had spat in it, I tried to drink some. On all fours, I lowered my head, and I started to lap at it like a dog. Bent down like that, my face only inches from the floor, I was realised that the straw was soaking up the dampness from the floor, and was already dirty where I had walked and leant on it., and I was grateful that, although the bed was not comfortable, at least I wasn’t having to lie o the fall to sleep.
I struggled to my feet and looked at the bed. There was a thread-bare blanket lying on the bed, but at least it would provide some warmth. Sliding under it, and pulling it over me, I lay on my back, why chained hands lying on top of me, thinking about what had happened. A couple of hours, I had walked out of work just like any Thursday, and now a couple of hours later, I was lying chained and alone in an., underground dungeon cell, having been forced to eat like an animal. Louise new that confinement had always been a fantasy of mine, and now I was here living out the fantasy. I felt my cock starting to harden, and reached down to stroke myself, but I couldn’t reach. The chains were adjusted so that I couldn’t lift them high enough to reach my mouth, or low enough to reach my cock. Despite myself I laughed, marvelling at the ingenuity of the Mistress.
The light started to fade as it got later, and I thought that before long I would be in total darkness. Just before night-fall, a dim light clicked on in the dungeon, maintaining the gloom in my cell. Of course, with no light they could not see me so at least I was not going to be alone in the dark. I fell asleep to the hypnotic dripping of the water on the floor.
I suddenly woke to the sound of a siren blaring. The basement was flooded with light as the noise continued, before suddenly stopping. I swung myself out of bed as I heard the sound of footsteps, and, remembering my instruction, stood in my allotted place, behind the bells of the cell. Mistress strode over to me, and stood staring. She was carrying a riding crop in her hand, which she tapped against her hand as she watched me,
“Very good, you remembered your instructions. Each time you hear that sound you are to present yourself in this position. I had hope that you wouldn’t understand, so that I could administer punishment, but unfortunately you have denied me that pleasure today.”
She continued to stare.
“However, not everything it’s perfect. What the fuck is that?”
She was pointing at the two pieces of bread still lying on the bed.
“We were kind enough to leave you some supper, and you haven’t bothered to eat it. I am very disappointed. Give it to me!”
I reached back and found the two pieces of bread. Turning round, I handed them through the bars to the Mistress, before facing her again. She held them in the tips of her fingers, face wrinkled I disgust.
“I can’t bear to see waste, although I do admit that these have seen better days. Perhaps they are just a bit dry for you?”
Reaching through the bars, she dropped them into the bowl of scummy water, where they floated on top. She took out her phone and I could see her set the timer.
“Five minutes – go!”
I dropped to all fours and lowered bobbed my head to the bowl. I went for the bit of baguette first, bragging it with my mouth and biting. I felt my stomach heave as I tasted the mould on the surface and dropped it back into the bowl. Mistress reached through the bars with her crop, and swatted my upturned buttocks. I flinched from the sting, and grabbed again at the bread, picking it up with my mouth.
“Four minutes ….”
I rushed to chew the revolting bread, a cycle of biting, picking up the remains from the bowl, biting again.
“Three minutes ;;”
The baguette was gone, just leaving the curst floating in the water. I used the same technique, pick it up, bite, pick up what’s left, repeat. The crust was really stale, although the water was starting to soften it. She called out, “One Minute,” as I took the last bite. Swallowing it down, I sat back on my heels, panting, water dripping from my hair and face.
“Finished? I don’t think so. 30 seconds!”
She pointed her crop at the bowl and I realised that there was still some water left in the bottom. I forced myself to bend down far enough and sucked up the last of the water, trying to ignore the slime I could feel in it as I swallowed.
Her timer alarm went off, I had just made it. She flicked at me impatiently with her crop so I stood up.
“I was going to bring you breakfast, but I don’t think you will need that now. And you seem to have finished sleeping, so the bed can go. Lift it up, and lock it to the wall.”
I hadn’t realised, but the bed was really a shelf, hinged against the wall. As I lifted the side, it folded back, and there was a clasp that I shut to keep it closed. The cell had now meme just a bare room.
She dropped a length of chain through the bars, with an open padlock on the end.
“Clip that on there.” She was pointing to a ring set half way up the wall, just in from the cell door. I locked the chain to it with the padlock, and held out the other end to her outstretched hand. Turning round at her direction, I felt her clip to the back of my collar.
“That will do for now.”
She turned and walked out of the basement, leaving me standing there. As she left, they basement light went out, leaving me in the gloom, illuminated only by the light from the small window.
Once I was sure she had gone I explored my options. The chain to the wall was long enough to allow me to stand and also to sit on the straw, with my back against the wall, but I couldn’t lie down. So the options were either stand, or sit. My hands and feet weer still in the five point harness, so I couldn’t reach much with my hands..
The time dragged past, and I wondered if I was going to be here all day. There was no way of knowing what time it was, the only sign of the day passing being the light changing in the small basement window, as the sun moved outside. I shuffled some of the straw towards me to pad out the floor as much as possible, and sat, alone with my thoughts. I wondered how Louise’s night had gone. Had it all worked with her and Elle? Were they still asleep in our bed, after a night of passion? Would Elle be with her when they came to pick me up?
I dozed off for a while, sat on the floor, my head in my hands, when my body woke me up. The effects of the water I had drunk were starting to become apparent, and I realised that I had not used the toilet since yesterday afternoon. Now my bladder was full, and was telling me it needed release. I started to realise why the straw was there. I moved to the side as far as the chain would let me, which wasn’t very far. I would just have to pee on the floor, and hope that it dissipated in the straw and the water that continued to drip down the wall. As I resigned myself to the inevitable, I suddenly realised that I couldn’t to pull down the panties I had been given, or even pull them to the side. I giving in to the inevitable, I relaxed and pissed standing up, the urine soaking into the panties and running down my legs onto the floor.
When I had finished, I moved back to where I had been before, and sank down to the floor, the tugging chain at my neck preventing me from lying down completely. I could see the steam rising from the straw next to me and smelled the stink of the piss from there, and also rising up from the now sodden panties. I wondered if it could get any worse.
I had made a sort of clock in my mind, watching the shadows move across the floor as the sun rose and then started to fall. It must have been afternoon, and I had been left here all day in the gloom. My panties had almost dried now, but the smell gave away the accident I had had, but luckily I had not need to use the bathroom any more. Occasionally I heard noises above me, foot steps moving, and the occasional distant snatch of conversation. Doors banged from time to time, so I knew that I was not alone completely. The shadows were starting to lengthen on the floor, and the light was getting fainter when suddenly the siren sounded, and the basement lights came on.
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