Captivity

I gasp into consciousness, taking a few deep breaths. Details of the night come into detail and flutter away just as fast as I start to shift and blink. There is no light where my eyes flutter open. I feel a cloth gently covering my sight, but I can tell I am in darkness anyways. Understanding and knowing my current situation, I go between fear and euphoria. My arms and legs are straped with soft cuffs connected to the padded table beneath me. The chill over my skin betrays my nakedness. Contemplating the sensation of touch long gone. Licks of pleasure from the session prior float across my body and peirce my mind. "I have 72 hours....how long has it been?..how long do i have left?" I think to myself as I feel my mind rushing into fight or flight in a way that brings my places to life. Zero control, total dominance. I have given it all to be trained by her. I feel the normal part of my conscious struggle against the concept of absolute ownership, but then again, that's why i chose the 72 hr. training instead of the 24. I knew I would fight it at first, but after the feelings of the first session. Apart of my new slut brain doesn't wants this to end. Contentment and arousal rise in me and warmth washes my cold skin in waves. Just then, the sound of a machine breaks the silence. A breeze starts to flow through the room as the unit kicks on. Even though the air is warm, the cold open space surrounding me causes a reaction to happen that makes me hear my heart pulsing. Even after who knows how many hours of torture my body is ready for more. The sound of heels suddenly breaks my concentration. The echo vibrates my core and my heart starts racing. Hearing her decend reminds me i'm in a private place. I'm at the complete mercy of my mistress.... "I will do her bidding". The thought comes across my mind like it belonged there. I realize, in that moment, that the process had already started to begin..."and I am not the slightest bit fighting it." I think as i relax back and prepare to serve. With each click closer, flashes of pleasure come across my senses and I squirm in desire. It's time for my next training session. The heels stop at the base of the door. The bar keeping me in slides open, and the door brings a new wave of scented musk, deodorant and flowers from the entrance flows into the room. My knees get weak and a small wet spot escapes me. I unclasp my hands and wiggle my feet as she enters the room and slowly cirlces me. Not saying a word or latching the door behind her, I lay there exposed. A new part of me calls me to pose for my mistress, so I do my best to stretch out and show off my best parts. Finally, a chuckle of aproval escapes her lips. She leans in and slowly lets her breath fall onto my skin. "Thats my good subby" she purrs. Hairs raise to the stimulation as her very presence calls my being. Her light touches proceed the breaths and my senses come alight. The wetness grows and I can't help but let out a quiet moan. Suddenly she presses against my chest and takes my breath just as she gave it life. I feel myself break out into a light sweat as im already on the edge of release with just her toying with my existence. Under her, I am not my own any longer. Under her, I am whole..... I am a willing sub, and I give myself to my master.