I don't know where I am; the hood that covers my head prevents me from seeing or hearing anything. I don't know how much time has passed; I've been fed a foul tasting sludge through a tube multiple times, but I can't tell if that was at regular intervals or just whenever my captor remembered.

I do know that my legs are sore; the cramped container I am kept in does not give me much leeway to move at all and judging by how little give the sides of the box have and how cold they are, it must be made of metal.

I can only smell the stench of my own sweat, a sickly sweet odor that I can almost taste.

My jaw is sore too. The ring gag between my teeth forces my mouth open, and my posture forces my head forwards so drool drips from behind my teeth.

I had learned that I could tell when my captor was near by the vibrations of their footsteps in my knees even though I could not see or hear them. I had also learned that when my captor was near, it was time for another session.

As you do every session, you remove the hood from my head but leave the blindfold on. There's a couple mechanical clicks and a loud clank and then I'm free of the box I've been confined in. I can feel the cool air of the room against my sweat-covered skin, and I can feel my balls shifting of their own accords as they adjust to the change in temperature.

You attach chains to the cuffs around my wrists and pull them taut so I am forced to my feet and have to hold my arms outstretched. Then chains are secured to the cuffs around my ankles, and they're racheted tight as well, so I have to shuffle my feet further and further apart, separating my legs wider and wider, exposing myself more and more to you.

When I hear the swish of what I now know to be a flogger and the buzz of what I know to be a cattle prod, I don't struggle and scream like I had before. I hang from my wrists limply, hoping you get it over with quickly.

"Let's try something new today," you say, and my stomach clenches at the thought of what you might have in store.

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The idea for this prompt is my character has been captured by yours and has spent the past week or so in strict bondage with occasional torture sessions until he breaks. This could be a scenario where your character has abducted mine or one where your character owns mine.

Things I am looking to explore with this RP: strict bondage, predicament bondage, training, light CBT, petplay, femdom, humiliation, degradation, impact play (without breaking the skin), electricity (shock collars, cattle prods), dubcon/noncon, orgasm control/denial, TPE, and maybe watersports. Definitely not all are required. Just giving an idea of what I'm into.

My limits are gore, vomit, scat, underage, beast, forced bi, and body mod (maybe non-genital piercings or tattoos). I am also not into latex, feminization/crossdressing, or feet.

I tend to write 2 paragraphs each response. If you're interested, please send me a message so we can get started! You can either jump right in with a continuation or we can discuss the prompt.

This or any of the other prompts on my profile are always open, so whenever your see this, if you're interested, feel free to reach out!