The blackness beyond his immediate path beckoned him to move forward, an oblivion which made little sense while submerged in significance at the same ...ime. His breath grew short, and his legs hung from his torso like wet noodles. He cut through the heart of the Commons and found himself treading upon the red bricks of Charles Street, the colonial shop signs swaying somberly above him. He walked slowly, not a single person on the street, not even the strangers he knew. He followed signs for the. “Good evening my captive little cunt.” I smile is I take my boot and push into its shoulder and then force it onto its back. Its wrists are chained behind it to a tightly wrapped waist chain. Both its ankles are chained up as well and thick wrap of more metal chain chafes its delicate neck. I have applied padlocks everywhere. Some not even necessary really, but they inflict a mental bondage on it as well.A statement I made to it, the moment I trapped it down here, telling it, “That’s right you. Now I'm grounded and have to come straight home after school. I have to call my father at work from the house phone so he can see the number with caller ID so he knows I'm there.As soon as the first can of paint was opened my mother complained of the fumes and promptly took off for Grandma's until the job is finished. With my father leaving early and finishing late it's up to me to pass messages to the painters before I leave for school every morning.Now the painters, woo who. Matt, the boss,. "She gets out of the bed and begins to walk to the bathroom."All fours please. You may stand while in the bathroom. I want your ass in the air, and remember, keep my cum."She quickly drops to her hands and knees and crawls like the animal he loves. There is nothing more hypnotic than a woman's ass when she is on all fours. As she crosses the threshold of the bathroom she stands, switches on the light, and reaches to close the door."Leave the door open. You have ten minutes."She steps out of.