Part 2

 

Part 2
The black SUV quickly left the city and headed for a small, deserted village and the owner's house. Mrs. Patricia drove fast, feeling the eight-cylinder rev up from the leather driver's seat. Then her dress, made of the same material, glided back and forth delightfully. He wore large sunglasses to avoid being noticed and blended in perfectly with the dark interior of the car, which was completely wrapped in black leather. Only her solemn blonde hairdo provided as much contrast as her slightly flushed cheeks. He knew that this meeting in the supermarket was very special and fateful, a joyous euphoria at the strange and twisted possibilities it presented. He didn't even know the names of the trapped passengers. He was able to use his moment of dominance to love her. Patricia usually parked in an inconspicuous part of the mall. Cars are built to order and error free. There was no mobile phone tracking signal to save the victim. He was also careful not to let her reveal any information to anyone during their courtship. He just wanted to see this wonderful woman again and follow her. And he succeeded with his trap, and now he found himself in the complete darkness of a cage of his own making.

He had to make several detours because he needed time to come up with a plan. The plan left only one path for the newcomer: deeper and deeper into submission and dependence.



About 30 minutes later, a black Mercedes Benz slid into the underground parking lot of a high-rise building in a valley near the edge of a country road at the edge of a forest. The heavy wooden garage door closed automatically and quietly. The lady got out of the car and opened the trunk lid with the remote control. The only sound was her high heeled boots hitting the concrete floor. Then shut up. Its skin creaks slightly as its owner leans in to listen for signs of life. He could hear everything so clearly, the excited, slightly panting breaths, the tense movements inside the now tightly packed cargo container. His victim was still wearing street clothes. He remembered the sensory impressions of the standard world well. His experience was limited to transportation. But he changes that and plunges her into a new world where only the master and his fetish rule.

The most important step is helpless slavery. Patricia got out of the car and slowly walked to a metal cabinet and took out a pair of night vision goggles that came in handy here and there at the edge of the forest. After some time, he came into possession of three more important objects that would later become very useful. Following the voice command of the house, the lights went out and the garage was plunged into darkness. Night vision devices allowed owners to clearly see residual engine heat. Satisfied, he pressed a button on the control panel and heard the lock on the shipping box open.

An unfair hunt may begin. For Matthias, a slave trapped in a car box, emotions were mixed back and forth. The Master's enthusiasm, which had caused him to take this mad step, had waned somewhat in the last half hour, and he had almost completely lost his senses. Replaced by pain and claustrophobic isolation. When the car stopped and he heard the very faint sound of the woman's heels, he suspected that she was peering at him through the closed box. Person whose name is unknown. He was suddenly surprised that he hadn't told anyone. can you find my phone Maybe - or so he hoped. As soon as the cage door opened without hearing the command, a vague thought crossed his mind: the game was over and he had to escape again.

do nothing He clumsily pushed his stiff, narrow body out of the prison cell. Unknowingly, he falls into the open world and is surprised to find himself alone in an underground parking lot with no lights. He could smell engine residue, rubber and lime. He was completely relaxed, he felt the metal of the car and gradually felt the road, soon he felt the garage door and hoped he could find the light switch as soon as the darkness in front of his eyes slowly scared him. With freedom came the desire to escape from unfamiliar situations and breathe fresh air. He knew he had been dragged here and that made his mind race for a way out. Suddenly he thought he heard breathing and turned reflexively. At first I saw nothing, then two green dots, then nothing. The noose was fitted with a spring, and a black PVC bag with no holes was pulled over the head and hung around the neck by a string with a disposable stopper. As the master spoke to him in a loud and clear voice, the slave's hands went around his neck and pulled furiously on the leash.

"I can't breathe anymore, I can't open the bag, that's why. In 30 seconds you will panic and in 2 minutes you will be unconscious. "Put your hands back for air!"

Challenging tones are only allowed in submissions. The final curtain and hands are tied behind the back.

"Light it up!" This order was for housing control. "Kneel!"

Mathias was so out of breath that he had to concentrate to make the most of the remaining oxygen. He refused to use plastic because he knew what he was losing. The woman also had her wrists cuffed and a short chain tied to her arms. Only now, enjoying the greedy sighs and basking in the false sense of security, do you poke life-saving holes in your mask. “Now, I'll put on a necklace that explodes anytime with a remote control. Then you will pass out. Be thankful that the collar will listen to you!

A device combining a neck brace and blood pressure cuff was placed over a PVC mask, and with a quick push of a button the familiar sound of a blood pressure cuff was amplified. Matthias missed the softness of the PVC mask. Then he fell to the ground. The lady liked how this plan was going. Now the man was in his hands and now he was constantly training him and making him addicted to his fetish. He brought Mathias back to life and took him to the Rubber Dungeon, changing Mathias forever.

It must be monitored.