The woman turned off the room light.

 

The woman turned off the room light.

When you press the button on the touchscreen in front of you, the light goes off, but because of the nature of fluorescent light, it happens in an instant. There is no light, there is nothing.

The naked man in the distressed suit had been in harsh, clinical white light for the past five hours, unable to sleep, unable to close his eyes, his arms shaking, writhing, sweat running down his jacket sleeves. He even tried to shove her face into the corner of the room while she knelt for shade.



The owner watched this scene on tape. That's because as soon as the prisoner made a major move, the surveillance system recorded a "best" collection. She found out that her slave was shamelessly caught on camera while talking on the phone with his friend in the bathroom. He liked how the slave was still full of energy and was trying to calm down. Because where there's a lot of energy, there's plenty of room for grotesque and unfair games in the master's resting place!

By the time the little animal had finished his frantic pleas to one of the rooms – it was definitely a mess and Vanessa must have taken him to the wrong room – he was huddled in a corner, still dealing with the room's temperature dropping. . Lights out.



Of course, the prince realized that it seemed like a mockery to him. The prisoner had been trying to turn off the lights for hours, but now he was plunged into complete darkness in such a short time that he thought someone had jammed his optics. nerve. As always, the princess sought perfection and there was nothing but darkness in this room.

Air temperature, carbon dioxide and oxygen levels, the slave's body temperature (via infrared cameras), breathing rate, heart rate—the woman saw it all and knew it all. Using an infrared camera, he liked to see his slave bugs become mere insects, crawling and crawling and exploring the room. Now the temperature will be consistent, but it will be too cold. Air quality continues to deteriorate significantly. But before that, I still had some time, so I stayed overnight. Now that it was late, the lady decided to go out for a while. The tablet went into her elegant patent leather bag and she was now slowly getting dressed for another date with the ladies at shoe camp. People met in distant cities. The women knew nothing and had few suspicions, Lady Vanessa was completely hidden and the regular club goers thought it was a girls night out. Only the lady looked at the tablet from time to time so as not to miss the point where the game went to the next level of immersion. It was well after midnight when the woman approached the bunker in the dark.

After his car lights went out, no one would have seen him slowly walk towards the underground facility. Lady Patricia now wears black leather: pants, knee high boots, blouse, jacket and gloves. On a cloudy night with a crescent moon, she could see anything thanks to the night vision goggles she had previously worn. You can see the two green dots on the camera lens up close and even hear the leather creak. The thought of facing the prisoner with this combination filled him with strength and dark anticipation, so he deliberately chose slow steps to delay the moment. The owner left earlier than usual that evening. Because the advanced technology of the dungeon told him that the prisoner's patience would soon run out. He could be remotely surrendered at any time, and the automated system would do so anyway if a critical situation arose. But in this tender moment, he wanted to be there to drive the slave into a frenzy.

Slaves, on the other hand, were kept in solitary confinement for nine hours and then cut off from contact with the outside world. He knew he made a mistake. That meant I wouldn't be endlessly searching for her here. So after camp, he signed up for a two-week vacation. No one will miss him at work. His phone boyfriend is not his partner at all. Rather, it was a close acquaintance. To make things easier, I always called him Master's friend, but I regretted it because this acquaintance never asked me where I was. With such thoughts working in the mind of the slave, not knowing who had captured him, he suspected and hoped that it was his master. Did he do some research? Was it a punishment for a specific crime or a random topic? As his thoughts became confused, he longed for his master's voice, sight, and even smell. Now the lady walked the last few steps to the electric sliding door. Pressing the tablet remote activated the sound system. His strong voice, metallic, mechanical and slightly distorted, but with timbre and rhythm resonated with the slaves.



"Slaves Cooperate - Slaves Cooperate"

"Slaves obey - slaves obey"

"The slave crawls - the slave crawls"

"Whatever a man thinks, the slave thinks of his master"



The words echoed in the darkness of the concrete cell with endless repetitions and roars. After the previous silence, the Master saw the Slave freeze on the screen. Every moment the master allowed these words to enter the slave's brain and replace all other thoughts. With a snap of her fingers, the dungeon door opened and Mrs. Patricia (wearing hearing protection, of course) walked in and held the door open. Only he could see the slaves through infrared glasses and their chances of escape were very limited. After a few steps he found himself standing over his pet, legs apart and hands in the sleeves of his jacket trying to cover his ears.

How helpless is a person without arms!

The owner was sitting on the insect with his boots on, about an arm's length away. The slave saw nothing and heard nothing on the sound system. His master was closer to him than ever, but he couldn't know it. And the owner has set a goal.

A drop of saliva slowly escaped the master's lips and fell into the slave's gasping mouth. Slowly, very slowly, it slid down into my thirsty mouth.

Now the slave began to taste the taste of his master. He was silent and turned his head first to the left and then to the right to where the lady had placed her boots. The slave's face felt like leather. He answered automatically and happily. What just happened made a great impression on the master and it pleased him because he hadn't done anything for a long time. The slave's dry, thirsty tongue slid out of his mouth and explored between the soles of his boots and the floor.

Now the lights in the room could be slowly turned on, the gang calmed down, and the master's gloved hand was placed on the lying slave's forehead. The master took off his night vision goggles, looked deep into the slave's eyes and said:

"Don't ever lie to me again!"



Returning from a camp was a highly unusual event for a slave. Because as a passenger he was only allowed to ride with his legs shackled and shackled. Because it was too dangerous for his master to leave him in this state. During the conversation, he realized how long his master had been following him and why he had thrown him into the dungeon. As he got out of the car and headed for freedom, he asked the question that had been bothering him all along.

"When will the slaves return to the dungeon, madam?"



"You won't notice until it's too late," the owner smiled and walked off into the night.