I told you about my first day and my first night in JD's care in quite great details. The days and nights to follow were similar in many ways. No bed or chair, no clothes, no food, no possibility to see anything, or to use my arms, or to speak. A lot of not quite safe predicament bondage, a lot of barely manageable physical exercise, a lot of that breathing-limiting hood he loved so much.

On day 2 he also gave my ass a beating. He explained that it was not a punishment, that it was "just like that", because the butt was not a very sensitive area. He used various tools, just like he did for my breasts and pussy beating. But this time he was going slowly and was telling me what tool he was using. He was asking me a lot of yes/no questions such as "does this tool hurt more than the previous one?". This was indeed a much less brutal experience than the breasts and pussy beating the day before, but still it gave me a shitton of unbearable pain and a shitton of tears.

In the end of day 2, he once again gave me the choice if I wanted to spend the night wearing the cruel hood or not. The circumstances were quite different. I had slept through the night before day 1, but I hadn't slept at all during the night before day 2. I'd had a small siesta on the floor in the middle of day 1 after the big punishment, but he didn't let me sleep at all during day 2. During day 1 I'd had quite long rests from the hood, but much shorter rests from it during day 2. At the end of day 1 I felt that I wouldn't be able to sleep on the hard floor, but at the end of day 2 all I wanted was to collapse down on the ground and drift into blissful unconsciousness.

But the fact was, overall he was being EXTREMELY tough with me. The deprivations and punishments he was putting me through, with a quite casual attitude, were beyond the imaginable. There was no escape, nobody would come looking for me, and he was not manipulable at all. So my ONLY chance was to really really do my best to prove that I TRULY wanted to cooperate and TRULY wanted to change.

So with eyes tearing up under the hood I again answered "Mmm mmm mmm" to his question if I wanted him to take it off. Immediately after that I started trembling uncontrollably, realizing what I had done, and what a night was ahead of me.

There was a pause, and he probably just stood there for a moment, because I didn't hear his footsteps.

"OK then, lazy bitch. Hood stays on. See you in the morning."

And that was the first time that he said "lazy bitch" with a neutral tone, without anger in his voice!

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I could not spend night 2 alternating between standing and sitting because my beaten ass was hurting so much. So I spent it alternating between standing and lying on the floor. Other than that, I focused on the same things as during night 1. That was the one thing that I could do.

But I wanted him to find me standing when he'd enter in the morning. That had pleased him, or at least amused him, the previous morning. Also I didn't want him to imagine that I was able to sleep in this hood, because I really wasn't. Whenever I was thinking that the morning was near, I was trying to stand upright for as long as I could. But was it really near, or had only five minutes passed since he'd left?

Then I realized that I could shorten the periods of lying on the floor by rubbing my feet together to warm them up faster.

I don't know if it was luck or the product of my efforts, but I managed to achieve my goal. When he came in, I was standing upright.

That morning we started with physical exercise. Which was good because it meant hood removal. But was also bad because I was so sleepy and exhausted.

He seemed to like me sweaty. It was always at the end of the physical exercise, when I was all in sweat and barely catching my breath, that he would take some time to hug and caress me. I could feel his facial hair tickling and scratching my neck and my bruised breasts. His hands were traveling all over my body. Of course, JD being who he was, there was always some nipple and labia pinching, some slapping of my bruised ass. But it wasn't that bad. Overall there was some tenderness.

When this was happening on day 1, all I wanted was to evaporate and disappear. On day 2, I couldn't wait for it to be over. But on day 3, I started getting a bit turned on, at least up until he started pinching my healing nipples. What can I do, I really am a slut.

Speaking of which, after showering me with cold water and letting me drink diluted juice, he announced that it was time for my punishment for sleeping around. He pushed some piece of furniture into the room. I guess it was a table, because after that he placed me on a flat surface with edges, and started strapping me and tying me to it. He said that I had to be strapped super tight so that I couldn't move even quarter of an inch. This, together with what he'd said earlier about this punishment being much worse than the previous three, had me seriously worried. Otherwise I would have fallen asleep on the table, I was so exhausted. Then he placed the hood on my head, and explained that its huge gag was needed to make sure I don't bite or swallow my tongue. Now I was terrified and trembling.

"So, your punishment for sleeping around. In many cultures in history, and also nowadays, there's a thing that people did to make sure a woman's not a slut. Clitoris removal. And, believe me, I've often thought that it was the right thing for you. But as it turns out, you'll be my wife. For a number of reasons I prefer my wife to have a clitoris. So I'm only gonna remove your clitoral hood. It's basically circumcision, it's like cutting off a man's foreskin. Some women pay to have their clitoral hood removed, and some to have it pierced, so it's not that bad. Why is it a good punishment? First of all, for a long time your clitoris will be very tender, so you won't be having orgasms from its touch, which is a great punishment for a slut, if you want my opinion. Second, in the future pussy beating will hurt much more than it did last time, because the clitoral hood won't be there to protect the clitoris. Third, your clitoris will always be exposed and available to my touch, which I deserve as your husband. Fourth, sex will feel different, even in the long run, so it'll be like wiping the slate clean before marriage of all the slutty things you've done. Don't worry, I'll use a thermocautery device. That's what's often used on boys. It is the safest way, no bleeding and no bacteria. It uses extreme heat, created from electricity, to cut through the skin."

I cannot give you much details of what happened after that, because hearing his words my brain sort of shut down. I remember that he sprayed my pussy with some stuff, which hurt like hell. It must have been a strong disinfecting agent that normally shouldn't be used on a pussy, even less so on a bruised one. Then I heard the hum of some machine that was switched on. Several eternal seconds later I felt unimaginable pain that immediately sent me deep into blissful unconsciousness. I also have this memory of feeling a smell of burnt, but that might have been just my nightmares after I fainted.

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When I woke up, I was no longer tightly strapped down. I was lying on the hard cold floor, on my stiff left side, arms bound behind my back. I didn't have the hood on anymore, just the blindfold and the mouth tape. That's why I hadn't suffocated while I was unconscious. My pussy was hurting something fierce, but honestly it was not much worse than right after the long pussy beating.

"Wow, the lazy bitch is finally awake! You slept whole afternoon and whole evening. It's actually quite late, it's time for me to leave you alone, I gotta get my sleep. Usual question: do you wanna wear the hood for the night, for some more practice? Today you barely wore it."

I really really hated JD at this point. I had no desire whatsoever to try to please him or impress him. I had no intention of playing his sick games by answering his twisted questions. I just continued lying on the ground like a sack of potatoes, even if the side I was lying on was so cold and stiff.

Several long seconds passed.

"Hesitating? Or bitch is too lazy to even answer a simple question? I know we haven't discussed rules much yet. But I gotta tell you, not answering my questions gets you punishments. And you've seen what my punishments are like. Well, not seen, but felt, haha."

Fuck. How was his question formulated again? I couldn't remember. It was the triple hmm that got me to wear the hood on the previous nights. So I had to use the double hmm NOT to wear it tonight, right?

"Mmm mmm."

"And we have an answer! Alright, I'm bringing it. I'll let you drink a bit first."

What?! Fuck, he had asked me if I wanted to wear it, hadn't he. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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After he left, I was back to the usual night routine. Focusing on my strenuous breathing. Focusing on the extremely limited micro gymnastics for my jaw and my tongue around the huge gag. Alternating between standing up and lying down.

My brain was refusing to process the events of the day. And also, I had another big problem. You know how when you close your eyes, dots and figures dance in front of them, but you usually don't even notice? Well, my eyes had been constantly shut for quite some time now, and the dancing dots and figures were getting more and more prevalent with time. But tonight they were much worse, and were scary. And I was trembling more than usual. And I really really wanted a shot of some really strong liqueur. I realized that I was having really strong alcohol withdrawal.

And then I got so angry. Alcohol withdrawal at the ripe age of 18! That was really really ridiculous. As well as being an established slut sleeping with everybody. As well as being an established lazy bitch stealing from her mother's bedroom and purse, lower than the lowest white trash. Why had I become like that, how had I fallen so low? But I knew the reason. I'd been angry with life, the world, the universe, people, myself, my mother. And I knew the reason for that as well: SA when I was little...

I couldn't change the past, I couldn't undo what had been done to me when I was little. I couldn't undo the things I had done to myself, after that, when I'd descended into an alcoholic slut life. Just like I couldn't undo becoming JD's captive. And I couldn't undo the things he was doing to me... especially the irreversible things... But I still had some influence over my future. Very little, admittedly. But I had some.

I could hate him, fight against him, and get tons of terrible punishments. Or I could believe that he was really trying to improve me from the lowlife I had become, and do my best to work together with him.

Path 1 could never lead to anything good. Path 2 had some chances to lead to something that would be OK. At least I would no longer be a lazy stealing alcoholic slut.

When things are far from perfect, it is STILL important to choose the BETTER path. And that's something I hadn't been doing in my life.

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The next day, day 4, was "business as usual", in the sense that there wasn't some new completely insane punishment dropped on me. But there were some new elements.

When he gave me a cold shower, and when he sprayed and creamed my pussy with some antibiotic or whatever stuff, I felt how incredibly sensitive it was now. The sensation of touch was making me jolt.

Also, we did two new types of predicament bondage. One was called "strappado" and the other was all about having my breasts tied and pulled up so that I stand on my toes. To be honest, I found both of them somewhat lighter than the predicament bondage with the hood that I'd been doing before, because these two new ones did not involve choking.

The other thing that was more or less new was that the starvation was really starting to get to me. I felt a complete lack of energy. But JD's harsh words were helping me find the strength to do what I had to.

Speaking of his harsh words, he was much more bitter, sarcastic and berating me, compared to the previous days. Some hints made me realize that it was because I had "hesitated" about the hood, the evening before. And what if I had managed to say no to it? How would he behave then?

But the weird thing was, he didn't torment me more. The predicament bondage was arguably lighter. The exercising was the same as the day before, and usually it rather tended to increase from day to day. There was no additional punishment or "just like that" beating. But he talked to me with a lot of derision, contempt and disappointment. After the physical exercise he didn't hug or caress me.

When in the evening he asked me the usual question, I immediately said yes to the hood.