JD continued hugging and caressing my naked, sweaty, strung up body, and kissing my neck. He explained to me that we wouldn't have sex before marriage. That it would be nothing like my sleeping around. That it would be special.

He also explained that since Covid, online marriage was a thing. The first step was to send our IDs and apply for a marriage license. He was going to do that first thing tomorrow. It would take several days for the marriage license to arrive. Then several more days to get an online appointment. And then we'd have a zoom call with the person who'd marry us, and with two witnesses, also provided by the online marriage company. And that was it, we'd be married, and would immediately receive our marriage certificate.

I knew him well enough at this point to know he was being fucking serious, and this was really happening. I wasn't even surprised that he had my ID. But one thing was for sure: he'd have to have me hood-free and blindfold-free during the zoom call.

"Now, about your punishments for the things you've done. I wanna get them done before the marriage, as much as possible. You got the one for hurting your mother. Might have to redo it if you haven't learned the lesson, but for now it's done. The one for being a lazy bitch will be an ongoing thing: no bed, just a hard floor, and a lot of predicament bondage. Now, about stealing from your mother. I've been thinking about this one. When you steal from somebody, you can really put them in a bad situation. You might take their last money, they might end up with nothing to eat. So I've decided that for this, your punishment will be no food for some time. Haven't decided yet how many days exactly. Also, I prefer you a little bit thinner. Of course, you still need electrolytes, I know that. So you'll be getting diluted fruit juice. But nothing else. And every time you feel hungry, I want you to think that that's how people feel when their money is stolen. Understand?"

"Mmm mmm."

"That leaves two more punishments: the sleeping around and being rude to me. Those two I am personally quite upset about. So they'll be much worse than the other three."

Much worse than the other three?! There was no room for that! There was no way to achieve that! Right?? RIGHT?!

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He unhooked me and bound my wrists behind my back, with something soft, and without an additional restraint to keep my elbows close together. He gave me another cold shower, dried me, and creamed my breasts and pussy with what he claimed was an antibiotic cream. In this room in which I was, or whatever this place was, there was a toilet seat, and he lead me to it. I peed in front of him without even caring. He then showed me how to flush the toilet with my hands bound behind my back.

"I'll leave you to rest for the night. I really wanna leave you in the hood for the night. I wanna make progress with you getting used to it. But I know that this first day was tough for you, and that the hood is tough too. So if you cannot handle it overnight, that's fine. Do you want me to remove it and replace it with the blindfold?"

With the hood on, I'd spend the whole night just focusing on breathing. I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. My jaw would hurt incredibly from the gag after a while, I'd be having nausea whole night from it, and the strap around my neck would be making swallowing and breathing even harder. Long long hours alone of this torture. But I had already slept a bit earlier, and now I didn't feel like I could fall asleep again, on the cold floor, in spite of being exhausted. There was just too much on my mind. And pleasing him was probably more important than sleeping.

Since I couldn't speak, it was pretty much impossible for me to express that I wanted to cooperate in every way I could. And I felt that it was VITAL for me to express that. Now I was given one small chance to do so.

"Mmm mmm mmm."

"Really? You wanna keep the hood on for the night?"

"Mmm mmm."

He didn't say anything. But I felt that maybe he was a little bit impressed. I had listened how important the hood was for him, and I had taken that very seriously.

I heard the metal door close behind him. I was alone again. Breathe in, breathe out. It was going to be a very long night. I sat my naked ass down on the cold hard floor.

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The only way I could find to keep my sanity was to somehow make use of this eternity of torture.

He wanted me to get used to the hood. To me this seemed like the most impossible thing in the world. Like a river suddenly flowing upstream. But I had to try. So I was looking for ways to move my jaw and my tongue a bit, to make them less stiff. I was trying to find positions that put less pressure on the neck strap. I was trying to breathe with my diaphragm so that I could breathe in and breathe out with more strength, in order to overcome the resistance of the tiny breathing slits.

I also used these lengthy torturous hours to work on my attitude. Let's face it, I had a quite negative opinion of JD. And that was not going to be helpful at all for me, in the future. If I showed negative attitude, I was going to get into trouble that I didn't even want to try to imagine.

So I tried to collect all the positive thoughts I could about JD, and to focus on them.

Well, first of all, he had the capacity to get what he wanted. He wanted to have me, to control me, he wanted to be able to educate me. And he achieved that. Many other men had wanted the same thing. And had failed completely.

He was honest and straight-forward, he meant what he said. His words carried weight, they were important. There was no pointless babbling. Even when he gave me lengthy explanations, it was about very important things.

His dislike for the stupid things that people say, I could totally get that. I felt that too. People were just babbling none-sense, and it was annoying. I would have also said a lot of none-sense if I wasn't hooded. And he was not like that, he didn't talk none-sense. He was saying only the most important and real things that needed to be said.

He was strong. He could carry me. He overpowered me without problems.

He was very clever when it came to punishing. I mean, I ABSOLUTELY HATED his punishments. The way my pussy and breasts were hurting, as I was sitting with my naked ass on the cold hard floor, with an empty stomach, I hated every second of it so much. Which was the whole point! My mother's punishments were always very meek and I just ignored them. JD's punishments were impossible to ignore. They changed you. But it was not just that. He was very clever about finding the right punishment for every sin. Each punishment really taught me something about what I was being punished for. And maybe this way he could really change me from a lazy bitch into somebody better? Which nobody had managed to do before.

The way he had said that we would have sex only after marriage... Well, it was kind of weird, this whole thing, and disturbing... But he really wanted to show me how sleeping around was wrong, and how dedication was the right thing. And he didn't have to wait. He could have used me today in any way he wanted. But he didn't, he really chose to wait. And the only way to explain that was that it was a sacrifice he made for my sake, for my education.

He knew how to take care of me. He knew he had to remove the handcuffs before it was too late. He knew he had to let me move my shoulders. He knew I couldn't stand the gag forever, it would fuck up my jaw. He knew how to soothe my bruises with creams. He cared about if I got electrolytes. He DID care about my well-being. I often got the feeling that what we were doing was not safe at all. But maybe that was my fault, maybe I had to trust him more.

He was spending a lot of time and energy into trying to make me a better person. It was not a pretext for him. He didn't do pretexts. He really wanted that for me, even if his methods were extremely unorthodox. It was rare for somebody to invest so much time and energy into me.

He hugged me and he kissed my neck. He was trying to show me affection, in his way. Probably difficult for a coarse man like him. And he was trying to open up with me, to show me his feelings, in his way.

He gave me a choice tonight, with the hood. He didn't need to give me any choices. He was in full control. But he decided to give me a choice. And this way he gave me a chance to impress him a little bit.

It was not a bad thing that he wanted me to stay fit and to lose weight. I also wanted to stay fit and to lose weight, I've always wanted that. Of course, he was not doing those things for me in a very gentle way. But he was not a very gentle guy, he was more about getting to the results. Gentle approaches never worked with me anyway.

I firmly decided to focus ONLY on such positive thoughts during the night. My mind strayed in all sorts of other directions. Dark, desperate, angry directions. But I brought it back to those positive thoughts, every time. Because I knew how important they were for my future survival and sanity.

When my naked ass got very cold, I stood up. I didn't dare to walk around, out of fear that I'd bump into something that I shouldn't bump into. So I'd just stand there. Then my bare feet would get cold, and I would sit back down. In the meantime I would focus on my strenuous breathing, and on trying to do tiny jaw gymnastics around the huge gag. And on the positive thoughts I had about JD. I expanded upon them as much as I could.

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When after an eternity of blackness and silence, aside from the sound of my strained breathing, the metal door opened, I was in one of my standing phases.

"Well hello there! Wow, the lazy bitch is up and standing! That's a change I love to see! Yesterday morning at this time, you were deep asleep in your bed!"

I was so glad and so relieved to hear his voice! The end of this eternal black night! The day was probably going to be tough, but at least I wouldn't be constantly alone with my thoughts and aches...

I tried to straighten up as much as I could, following the "chin up, chest out, shoulders back, stomach in" recipe. A small gesture to try to show him some respect.