THE STORY OF T

Chapter 8 - My Third Day In My Cell

I woke with a start.  I think it was very early in the morning, but I wasn't sure.

‘Where am I? ....Oh.... I remember I was dreaming.........’

I tried to sit up, but my chain jerked tight......

‘Ohhhhhh....it’s real! It wasn’t a dream…. I really am chained here!’ 

‘How long did I sleep? What time is it’

The electric light burned continuously behind the barred grille in the ceiling.

‘God!.....this collar is annoying!  My neck is so sore. I want it off! I want to escape!’

I decided to carefully examine my collar and chain. It seemed hopeless, but maybe I could find some weak point.

I examined the thick steel links of the chain. Escape by breaking the chain was obviously impossible.  I felt around my steel collar with my fingers.... it was smooth, 1/4" thick steel, about 2" high, snug around my neck. I was hard to slide a finger between the collar and my neck.  When I swallowed, I felt it tight on my neck.  With my fingers, I found the last link of my chain was welded around a ring on the heavy collar hinge, under my chin. I felt the drag of the chain whenever I shifted my position.  The heavy padlock rested at the back of my neck, shifting left and right as I moved my head.  I felt the padlock with my fingers.....I recognized the shape as one of the expensive high-security padlocks that my wife had liked to use in our bondage play at home, the sort that I had never been able to pick, even in my workshop, with all my lockpicks at hand.  I could not possibly escape this collar! I explored down the chain with my fingers. The chain was 24 links of case-hardened steel. Hacksaw proof, even if I had a hacksaw. Then my fingers came to the heavy  ringbolt. It was bolted directly into a massive stone block at the base of the cell wall, about 3 inches above floor level.

I closed my eyes. ‘I’ve got to be able to get my chain off of this ringbolt’ I prayed ‘It’s the last escape possibility! Please let there be a weak point in the chain here’  Then I opened my eyes and looked down at the ringbolt.

I saw the last thick link of my chain was welded around the heavy steel ringbolt. The weld was new and still shiny.  It was a high quality professional weld.

I was well and truly chained! There was absolutely no escape!! And there was no way I could get a message to my wife! She could leave me here for ever if she wanted!

The terrible predicament I was in made me feel even more excited.....it was so intensely erotic to be chained and completely secure....maybe for years! I rattled the chain in mad glee! Being chained is so wonderfully erotic to me!  I so love being chained!…. the more secure the better!

‘I'm chained up nice and tight!.... I can't get out of this!'  I shouted insanely to the empty cell.

I got back on my hands and knees, and my chain  jerked tight.  My cock grew rigid…..

I securely was attached to the wall my chain. Suddenly, I remembered my wife’s words.... " I know you'll quickly become very attached to the place.......... dear." Very funny!  She so loves to tease me when she has me in bondage!  And her  pretending to give Ms Grange an advance payment for a 12-month stay! She's such a tease!  I suddenly had the awful thought again.....what if my wife had NOT been teasing me! What if she really was going to leave me here! I tried to remember her exact words, but I could not. Panic gripped me.

The more I thought about the situation I had got myself into, the more panic I felt.

I had no clothes! They had  taken my wallet and passport and credit cards and all my IDs!  I had stupidly agreed to be chained up, and I now could not get off my chain!  I was in solitary confinement, in a soundproof cell!  I was in a foreign country and couldn’t speak the language!  I was in the charge of a bunch of crazy sadists who had a legal right to keep me chained up!  No one from the USA knew I was here, except for my wife! My wife now had absolute control over all our assets!  If she wished, there was nothing to prevent her from leaving me here forever! 

I groped around in the straw in desperation, hoping to find something to help me escape……maybe a piece of farmyard wire that I could use to pick the padlock…..?  I felt around in the straw.....I found nothing but straw, and under that the bare stone floor. 

I stretched my legs out as far as my chain allowed, and swept my feet around the floor, feeling for anything that might be lying out there on the floor...maybe Mindy had accidentally dropped the key to my collar.  I found nothing but straw and the smooth, hard concrete…. I was chained to the cell wall, totally nude, with nothing within reach except straw!  Escape really was impossible. They had done too good a job....they had chained me well.

In rising panic, I scrabbled madly though the straw again, then with a jangle of chain swept my feet around the floor again, as far out as I could reach. With my chain pulled tight, I could get my feet about half way to the cell door. The painted yellow line ran across the cell floor, about  12" beyond the range of my kicking feet.  The Ladies were safe from any prisoner’s attempt to kick as long as they stayed behind the yellow line, I realized.  So close and yet so far!

'There is no way I can  get out. I can see that now! I can shout my head off,  and no one will hear me!  And I told my wife that I wanted to come here.....she knows I like bondage....she probably thinks I'm enjoying myself here!.....she may really leave me here for a year! There’s nothing to prevent that madwoman Ms Grange keeping me chained here for the rest of my life! She'd rake in the dollars and would just be out one can of dogfood per day!  And not even good quality dogfood, the selfish bitch!

My panic increased.

‘There's nothing to do in here! I must find something to pass the time, or I'll go crazy!’

I gathered up a handful of straw, and examined it. ‘Let me study this straw for a while....

OH FUCK THIS! I threw the straw aside. I CAN'T SPEND MY TIME LOOKING AT FUCKING STRAW!!!!! I WANT TO GET OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!!!’ I shouted to the empty cell.

‘Calm down’......I told myself. ‘My wife will let me out any day now.  Don't let her find you in a panic.  Lie down and wait quietly.... be calm’.

I lay down on the straw and started slow breathing to try to quell the panic.  I could not dispel the awful thought that my wife may have been serious about leaving me here. Perhaps she wasn't teasing at all!

I felt the padlock.  It  really was locked.

'I must be calm.....my wife will be back soon....I must be calm until my wife comes back, then we’ll have a good laugh about all this’.

After a few minutes, I wanted to scream.

‘I’ve just got to get Ms Mindy back in here…. she has to let me out of this collar for a few minutes, or I’ll go crazy! Just a few minutes…. if she will just unlock me for five minutes, I’ll feel ok again!'.

‘MADAME MINDY’!

I shouted towards the door, so she would see my mouth moving when she looked through the peephole.

‘MADAME MINDY’

Silence.

I'll keep shouting….... she must check the cells every hour or so....

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘Oh God....please let me off this chain......Just 5 minutes! Ms Mindy….please come by and check my cell soon!!!!’...

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

Silence!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘Fuck this.... I’ve shouted for hours! I'll get out myself!!!'

I put my head down close to the ringbolt and gathered up the slack chain ......now.... a good pull!!!!

I jerked the chain as hard .

The heavy chain jangled against the ringbolt and my collar.

‘OK… let’s do it again, this time really hard’! 

I jerked the chain, this time as hard as I possibly could.

Nothing.

‘OH GOD!!!!  I CAN'T GET OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN’!!!!!!!!!!' my shouting echoed in the empty stone cell.

I rolled around in the straw at the end of my chain, my feet kicking... I could not quite reach the yellow line with my feet.

I was hot, and smelt of my sweat, and straw. My neck was sore from the collar. My knees were sore from kneeling in the straw.  I was sore all over from the scratchy straw.  I could not stand to look at blank white cell walls for even another minute.

‘WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE?!!!!!!!!’

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!! MADAME MINDY!!!'

‘I can't wait.....I must get out RIGHT NOW!

I rolled like a maniac in the straw....... I struggled with my collar.

Let me out of this collar.......... please...........please............PLEASE!!!!!!!!’

‘LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK.......... LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!’

‘Oh God............I'm chained here...............I'm naked............please............’

In a frenzy ...I lay sobbing on my straw........the scrambling around on my chain had left me hot and sore and sweaty, with a huge hard-on.  And I was still chained!.... the thought made me jerk back into yet an attempt to escape.......

‘UNLOCK THIS FUCKING COLLAR.........................PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .........................PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

I rolled in the straw, naked, my cock rigid, collared to my ringbolt...........chained naked in my soundproof cell........I crawled around my ringbolt......my chain was exactly 24” ........

‘fuck  fuck fuck.....let me off this chain.......... please.................’

I was sweaty and smelly, sore and half-crazy.......... and I was still on my chain...........

‘FUCK!!!!!’.......

I kicked out violently....... ‘GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING CHAIN!!!!!!!!!!!’

‘Oh God, please let me out..... please, please....... just for five minutes…..please.......please....................please!’ 

I rolled in the straw, my fingers pulling at the padlock behind my neck. I knelt and took the chain in my hands, and pulled as hard as I could.  No use.  The chain was too short to even let me sit up, I could only get onto my hands and knees before the chain brought me up short.   I desperately wanted to masturbate. 

Sobbing, I gathered the straw up, making a small heap to act as a pillow, then lay down, adjusting my chain so the weight was less heavy.  I turned my back to the cell door, and started to stroke my rigid cock…..

I was sweating, totally exhausted…. suddenly sleep swept over me again…...

I woke again as the bolts were withdrawn. I scrambled in the straw and had just made it into position as the cell door opened. Once again, my cock was rigid. I had lost all track of time. I did not know if it was day or night.

I hear footsteps approaching. They halted behind me. I kept my nose pressed to the wall, and braced for the strap. Oh God....please, not the strap!

WHHAAPPP!!

'Ohhhhhhhhhhh...'

I couldn't help myself crying out.....it was sheer agony!!!.....and what the hell  was that for?…I was perfectly in position, I was sure.

I held perfectly still…..I would behave perfectly!…….

Soon my wife MUST come and get me, or I would go crazy!

Handcuffs were locked onto my wrists behind my back again.  My collar, and the padlock and chain were inspected. They were of course secure. There was no way I could ever get them off.  Security was absolute here. Escape was impossible. Ms Grange had told me that none of her prisoners had ever escaped.  Now I could see why.

I heard my water being poured into the depression beside me.

It must be morning! I had lost all sense of time. Good! I was really thirsty!

The dogfood slopped to the floor on my left.

"Oh god....please don't make me eat that again!" I whimpered to myself....but I dared not speak.

'Eat, boy.'  

Ms Mindy gave her order quietly.  She knew I would obey. She stood behind me, her strap ready.

I immediately got onto my knees, and began gulping down the repulsive slop as fast as  I could. I hated it, but I had to obey! I knew Ms Mindy liked me to eat fast.

I held my breath as I swallowed it, in big mouthfuls.....my hope was to gulp the repulsive slop down before I could even smell it, or even taste it.

In a few seconds I had swallowed all the vile stuff. Then I immediately set to work cleaning the cell floor with my tongue,  licking as fast as I could. I knew Ms Mindy would want that.

In two minutes, I had the floor licked spotlessly clean.

I immediately put my nose back to the wall. 

Had I done everything right? Oh God, I hope so! I held position, sweating, dreading the strap.

'Good boy' came Ms Mindy's calm voice from above me.

Thank God!.....she's actually pleased with me! That means I won't get the strap this time! I was so grateful!

Back down on the straw, with her foot on my neck, my cuffs were unlocked and pulled off.

'Into Position, boy' she said calmly. She did not have to speak loudly. She knew my obedience was assured.

I immediately scrambled back into the Position, my chain jangling, and then held as still as possible.

I held the Position perfectly. My nose was pressed to my cell wall. I dared not move. Naked. Sweating. Chained.

I was trained now. And she knew it.

Her footsteps receded and the cell door slammed and locked.


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