Second Thoughts

For a while I fixated on the light under the door. I could not actually see out from under it, but I could detect movement and different lights. The flickering of the television or Tom or Janet passing by the field of vision. They did not speak much in the other room…at least not much that I could hear. There were occasional murmurings and every now and again Tom would say something and Janet would giggle…and I would simply sigh to myself. I wondered what type of an establishment I was currently being held at. I pictured a rather bland motel. I imagine that I was brought in on a bag cart much like any guest might borrow to assist in moving in their luggage, and all the while nobody new there was a bound and gagged human being inside. And now, from where I lay in the bathroom, I was probably no more than 10 or 12 feet from the main door to the room, the sole divider between captivity and freedom.

Well, not the sole divider. Tom and Janet obviously presented a unique and challenging barrier in and of themselves. And in my present state, there was no getting best either of my enslavers. I’d surmise that about an hour had passed before there was the sound of footsteps towards the door. It opened only a crack; light flooding a corner of the bathroom. From around the door peaked Janet’s brow. She watched me a moment, as if pretending she was out of site and sneakily observing her prisoner to see if I had made any attempts at alleviating my present situation.

She spoke. “You’re right honey, he is becoming more docile. Breaking him might not be as tough as we thought.” And with that she flicked on the light switch and entered. My eyes struggled briefly to adjust to the light and I heard the door close. Looking upwards I saw it was just she and I in the tiny space. She wore black leggings that tightly hugged her pear shaped bottom and a loose t-shirt. In her hand was a can of something. She crouched down next to where I lay.

“This might actually be easier for you if you just stay like this” She referenced me remaining laid out as opposed to sitting up.

“Let’s go ahead and take this stuff off…but remember, nothing funny” She said showing me that she now possessed the remote to my shock collar. I shifted my bound form slightly closer to her at her beckoning and she set about removing my gag. First she pulled the jock strap from my face. My nose relished the fresh burst of air that I breathed in. Janet stretched it out in her hand for a moment, almost playing with it.

“Tom says it’s important you come to enjoy our scents…says it will make you more eager to please your Master and Mistress. Maybe after we feed you I’ll let you tongue bathe my feet!” She said moving one of her feet over to my face. She playfully tapped her toes against my sock gag. Just as I had done with Tom, I feigned deference to her and actually lifted my face fully to her foot, pressing my nose to her toes in a sign of submission. She cooed in delight.

“That’s a good slave…but there will be plenty of time for that later” She untied the sock from over my mouth and cast it aside with Tom’s jock. Next she unbuckled the ring gag and unlodged it from the back of my teeth. With her help I pushed the cum-soaked wadding of tissues out from my stuffed mouth. My mouth was parched and my lips felt dry and cracked. I didn’t dare speak but I began smacking my lips in the hopes of conveying my extreme thirst.

“Oh, you must be thirsty. Well I can get you some water, but first let’s get your feeding over with” Janet brought over the small can that she had come in with. Peeling back an aluminum lid she set it down before me.

“Can peaches seemed like the healthiest thing in the vending machine, so that’s what you get.” She pushed it over to the front of my face and I realized that I was meant to eat from it like a dish. Good thing I had had practice at this during our weekend at the cabin. I lowered my face to the dish and plunged my mouth in to the small can, sucking and slurping up as much as I could. The peaches were sweet and the contents of the can were unfortunately rather soupy. Within minutes I had all but licked the can clean, and I was certain my face bore the remnants of my meager meal, as did part of the floor around me. Janet pulled the can away and moved to the sink. She filled the empty can with water and then set it back down before me.

“Drink up” were her only instructions. I set to and lapped the water with my tongue. It was lukewarm, but I was in no position to protest. I had no idea how dehydrated I actually was as I could feel each sip trickle down my dry throat. I continued to lap hastily but seconds later Janet pushed the tin aside with her foot. Her bare foot now before me she reached over and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Yanking it backward my head cocked back and I let out a tiny yelp but was quick to silence myself, lest I be re-gagged in some horrible fashion.

“Now bitch, you’re going to lick my feet clean with your tongue, understood?”

Fearful of speaking out I offered barely a whispered response of “Y-y-es Mistress.”

Janet released my hair from her grasp and I lowered my head slowly to her waiting foot. I bowed my head slowly and kissed her big toe softly. I moved down the line and offered soft kisses at each toe and ..CRACK!

I felt the palm of Janet’s hand to the side of my face and recoiled quickly. I looked up at her fearfully.

“I told you to lick, slave. No one said kiss” she taunted.

Still smarting from the sting of her smack I quickly complied and extended my tongue to her toes. I rubbed my tongue back and forth over the bottom of her toes and the sole of her extended foot. I vigorously bobbed my head up and down taking each toe fully in my mouth and sucking diligently. I did not divert my attention from the task at hand and I was sure to keep my focus on cleaning adequately. I was disgusted by my actions, but I was not willing to incur any further discipline at her hand. When she was satisfied that I had addressed her one foot well enough she offered the other and I quickly set to work in a similar fashion. She began to force more of her foot in to my mouth as I sucked and licked, at one point forcing all five toes in. She seemed especially pleased as I choked back and endeavored to apply my tongue to the mouthful.

“Look at you slave, you suck my foot like Tom’s cock. Enjoy the taste because you’ll be tongue bathing every inch of your Master and Mistress once we’ve got you home. My feet will probably become the one thing you actually look forward to every day”

I had to give it to Janet. As sadistically cruel as Tom was, Janet always had a way of instilling an even greater sense of dread about what lay ahead. At first I had seen her as a clear second fiddle in what appeared to be Tom’s fantasy weekend. But that was before the true nature of my enslavement dawned on me and I saw what an equal role they both played in snatching me from society and taking me as their prisoner. I failed to give any response to the tort but rather continued to work her foot over with my mouth as if it was my last meal. I figured the more vigorous I worked, the more at ease she’d be and the less inclined she would be to inflict pain.

From the corner of my eye I noticed the push open a little more and Tom leaned up against the side of the wall to casually observe.

“Our slave is sure learning what that mouth of his is for. Why don’t you give him a real treat and sit that beautiful pussy of yours on his face.” He suggested.

Janet pulled her feet from me. “Funny you should mention, I was just thinking I’d like to sit on that mouth, but I was thinking maybe she clean out my asshole first “ She giggled.

Tom nodded is head in agreement. “That’s a good idea sweetheart, go on a roll over slave, she’s going to really put you to work now.” He addressed me.

My heart fell to my stomach (as best it could from laying on my belly on a bathroom floor) and I wretched at the thought. In an extremely reluctant and slow fashion I began rotating over to my back. I kicked my knees up and my arms came to be pinned under me, the leather bondage mittens holding me up ever so slightly. Janet for her part began to pull down her leggings.

As she was pulling her leg out there came a loud knock at the door out of the room! It came so quickly and out of nowhere that all three of us seemed to jump a little. Tom’s eyes immediately shot to Janet and I saw a look of sheer panic in his eyes.

“Get him” was all he had time to say before quickly shutting the bathroom door and disappearing into the room.

Janet, for her part, all but fell on top of me as she lurched to the ground. Before it even dawned on me to cry out she cupped a hand forcefully over my mouth and grabbed me from behind, pushing my head further in to her smothering hand. She did not speak, she only stared at me with an intense scowl on her face. She was laying on top of me and her legs had wrapped around my bound one’s further keeping me still. I realized as I breathed deeply from my nose to avoid suffocating that I had possibly just missed the one opportunity I had to scream out to others for help and be heard.

The bathroom was silent except for my breathing. In the other room Tom seemed to be rummaging through luggage or something but he had yet to address the person at the door. I heard another knock come loudly. In response Janet pressed harder covering my mouth. I heard the click of the front door of the room open and then there were voices. One was clearly Tom’s. The other I could not make out. There was an exchange of dialogue that went back and forth. What were they discussing? Had their been a complaint? Could anyone have possibly seen me, or gotten wind of what may be going on this room. My hope turned suddenly to the fact that with the door slightly open to the bathroom and Tom leaning in, maybe someone could’ve seen in from the window (presuming of course there was a window…I had still never seen outside the bathroom). As the talking continued Janet removed the hand from behind my head. I hit the floor with the back of my skull producing a dull thud noise. Her hand remained over my mouth and she was squeezing very hard to prevent any utterances, not that I had tried.

She seemed to be reaching for something on the floor with her free hand and I wondered if this was my chance. From my position on my back I may be able to buck upward and knock Janet off balance and off of me. If her hand came free from my mouth I could quickly scream and alert whoever was at the door. I steadied myself and committed to this course of action. Convincing myself it was the only way out I tightened my leg muscles in anticipation of kicking upward. I flexed and was about to spring up when Janet quickly found what she was searching for and moved an object quickly to my face.

The blinking red light on the remote in her hand told me everything she was thinking. She mouthed the words silently ‘Don’t think even think about it’ softly. With her thumb I saw her rotating a dial on the remote and I concluded she was adjusting the frequency to a very severe shock level. I tried to nod my head as best I could in order to tell her I understood and would be quiet, but it was quite well pinned against the ground. The voices in the room abruptly ceased and I heard the sound of the door closing shut. Foot steps fast approached the bathroom door and it was pulled open a crack.

Tom basically slid in through the ajar door and shut it quickly behind him. For a moment, all three of us were silent in the dark. He eventually moved his hand up to the light switch and illuminated the tiny room. There was sweat on his brow and he was breathing heavily.

Janet looked up at him almost pleadingly, but he simply shook his head ‘no.’

“It’s alright baby, everything’s alright…” he got out between deep breaths as he tried to calm his nerves.

Alright?! Everything is alright?! From who’s perspective?! I fumed silently to myself.

“Just the front desk clerk. He was asking if we would need to baggage cart again in the morning, so he could set it aside for us.”

“Is he gone?” Janet queried.

“I told him we’d need it bright and early and then sent him on his way.”

“Did he…Do you think he…” she trailed off

“Definetly not. The door to here was closed before I answered, and you know there’s no looking in through those drawn curtains. He didn’t see anything.”

The two of them smiled at eachother and then shared a bit of a laugh. Janet turned her attention towards me, where she still held a firmly cupped hand to my mouth. “That was a little too close, now wasn’t it slave?” She taunted.

Tom took over, “I think play times over. It’s time to bundle him up for the night and then we’ll get out of Dodge first thing in the morning. Let’s get him up.”

He came over to where I lay. Janet removed her hand and they both paused, looking at me. I knew they were waiting for my reaction, would I speak, yell, scream or simply stay silent. Since they were on top of me as is I elected the latter and simply looked away. I failed to see if this pleased them in any way as the next thing I knew they were raising me by my arms. They sat me down on the toilet seat.

“I’ll get the bag” said Tom turning and leaving the room. Janet turned to me and held a finger to my lips.

“Good slave” she said in a shooshing manner. She let her finger pick up at my closed lips. Prying them apart she moved it in to my mouth slowly. Instinctively I sucked it gently. A smile crossed her lips and she began sliding it in and out. I obliged her little game in my continued effort to garner their favor for my benefit.

“Now I see why Tom is so fond of this mouth.” She teased. Moments later Tom re-entered and she pulled her finger from my mouth. I stayed silent.

He laid a gym bag on the floor and unzipped it.

“We’ll prop him up in the shower.”  He said to Janet. And then turning to me, “We’re going to undue your ankle strap, I don’t need to tell you how to act.” He then set to unbinding my ankle. I almost could not believe it. Only a few hours ago I was packed away inside a leather sack, buried under luggage and tied tighter than I ever imagined a person could sustain. Now I sat between my captors with only a pair of handcuffs and leather mittens preventing me from lashing back out and initiating an escape. Of course the collar around my neck still posed a problem. A quick dart of my eyes observed that Janet had it in the palm of her hand. A feeling of defeat swept back over me. I watched her closely out of the corner of my eye. If she were to set it down, that would be my chance.

“On your feet.” Tom barked. I rose and stood between them. “Now get into the shower.” He placed two hands on my shoulders as I turned and, one foot at a time, stepped into the tub and shower. Tom reached into the bag and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He climbed into the small tub where I stood naked and cuffed. Kneeling next to me he ordered my ankles together and then proceeded to wrap tape around them. After five or six times around he cut the tape and smoothed it off. He did the same with my legs directly above the knees. Then, standing, he wrapped the duct tape around my chest several times, pinning my arms to my body as they remained cuffed behind me. And just like that I was once again immobilized….upright…but incapable of movement. Just for kickers, Janet chose this time to go and set the remote to my collar down on the bathroom sink.

“Gag please, doll.” Tom asked of his wife. Janet reached down into the bag and produced the all too familiar green foam ball-gag that they used on me for a good deal of the past weekend. Tom took it from here and raising it to my mouth commanded me to open. I did as instructed and once again the large foam ball was pushed in and forced my jaw open wide. He buckled it behind my head quite tightly. Not quite satisfied, he picked up the roll of duct tape and went to work wrapping it around my head and over the ball gag, muffling any sounds I could possibly hope to make. My eyes watered slightly due to the bulging ball in my mouth and the extremely tight wrapping that encased my mouth.

“You’ve probably had these on long enough” Tom said as he reached behind me and began to unstring the leather mittens. They had been on for my entire trip from the cabin and I wiggled my fingers as soon as they were free, restoring blood to them and shaking off the sweat that had accumulated within them.

“Now put your palms flat together, that freedom is going to be shortlived.” As I placed my hands flat together, Tom took the duct tape roll and wrapped the metallic colored binding around them, effectively neutralizing my fingers ability to meddle yet again.

Tom went back to the bag and set the tape aside. Thankfully. However, next he pulled out a roll of saran wrap which completely puzzled me at first. Janet, sensing the question in my head decided to fill me in on the details.

“We’re going to mummify you, slave. Can’t have you wiggling and struggling all night while we’re trying to get our beauty rest.”

Tom was back in the tub immediately, and beginning at my feet he wrapped the clingy, clear material around my ankles, up my shins, around my thighs and so forth. He continued all the way up my body, slowly and deliberately, pulling the unyielding plastic wrap tight with every rotation. I stood there completely dejected. In a matter of moments they had once again made me completely helpless and with little hope of escape. Tom finished off the roll after numerous times around my chest. He smiled at me and began to rub his hands over my mummified form.

“Nice and smooth, slave.” He said as he pulled my form close to him. One arm he put over my shoulder. He grabbed my chin with the other and turned my face towards his.

“You feel how helpless you are right now? Don’t you?!” he hissed.

His hand helped to force my chin to nod.

“Good, this is one of the hundreds of ways that we’ll be putting you away for the night from now on. Janet and I think it’s important that you are always left in incredibly tight bondage. Where we’ll be keeping you at home, no one will ever find you and you can scream to your hearts content, but they won’t hear you. But we’re still gonna gag your bitch ass, just so you know that we are in complete control of when you speak. We’re in control of every part of your life, and don’t you ever forget it.” He patted my cheak.

Janet walked over and helped herself into the tub where we all stood. She too ran her hands up and down my encased form.

“Honey, hearing you talk that way has got me all sorts of hot and bothered. And since I didn’t get to sit on our slave’s face, I’m gonna need you to give me some lovin. Let’s leash him and be done with it already” She pleaded. Tom was clearly keen to this suggestion. He went back to the bag and pulled out another long leather strap. Coming back he took it and knotted one end around my collar. Taking the other end he looped it over the shower rod and pulled it tight.

I choked upward as my collar yanked my neck and it dragged up towards my chin. Tom continued to test the slack by pulling hard on the rod. Satisfied that it would hold, he stood up on the side of the tub and knotted the strap off along the rod. I was forced slightly up on the balls of my feet. Janet observed this closely.

“Looks like he can stand alright, shouldn’t be in too much danger of choking, provided he stays nice and still.” She patted my butt a few times. I grunted into my gag as this caused me to sway slightly. I shifted the weight on my feet quickly and was able to keep myself from choking further.

“One last finishing touch” Tom said heading back towards his ‘goody’ bag yet again. He pulled out a small metal bell. Jingling it a few times in his hand he bobbed his head to the ringing noise it made. He approached me and taking a small piece of twine he attached to the bell to my collar, tying it off so that it hung slightly further down my neck. He batted it back and forth a few times and it continued to ring uncontrollably. Grabbing it, he halted the sounds.

“This is so that we know when you’re fussing in here. If you start testing boundaries or trying to work on freeing yourself, this little puppy here will be enough to wake us. We recommend you just stand still and focus on keeping that pressure off your throat, because if we have to get up to ring this bell, it’s not going to be pleasant for you.”

“Although we’ll probably enjoy it immensely” Janet joked. They stepped away from me and out of the tub. For the first time I noticed I could see my bound figure in the bathroom sink. I looked absurdly bizarre, wrapped up the way I was, tape completely covering the lower half of my face, straining forward to keep tension in the leash. The bell around the collar made me look like some perverse Christmas present of sorts. They

Janet spoke. “We’ll be shutting this light off, but no need to blindfold you just yet. We don’t want to ruin those pretty eyes of yours, and you know we’ll be sure to blindfold you nice and tightly when we pack you up in the morning. But for now…enjoy. Toodles!” She blew me a kiss.

“Goodnight slave” was all Tom said as he shut off the light. They both turned and walked out the door. Closing it I was once again cast into darkness.

Janet was not lying. Within minutes of the door being closed and me being “put away” for the evening, the sounds of their sex began to leak in. I considered their perspective for a moment. How this must all just be one incredible turn-on for them. They were successfully turning their darkest and most perverted fantasy into a reality and I was the victim. Snatched from my normal vanilla life and reduced to an immobilized sex toy. I was sure that it was now Monday evening, that much of the outside world was still apparent to me. That meant that I had missed work today without explanation. I hoped that this would be the catalyst for triggering the series of events that would ultimately lead to a police report being filed. Of course I had no idea where in the country we currently were. The drive to the cabin had been a minimum of a few hours, and then a full days travel in any number of directions meant that it was impossible to conclude where we currently were.

I swayed silently in the dark, periodically shifting my weight from the balls of my feet to the heels. There was a consistent tug at my neck collar given how taught Tom had leashed me to the shower rod. I experimented briefly with seeing if the pole could be broken. If I completely through my weight into it, was there a chance that it would snap under my weight before it had the chance to choke off my air completely. The noise from the break might alone be enough to rouse suspicion from somebody on the premises.

The bell around my neck gave a ring as I stretched the leash. I froze. Thankfully there was no interruption to Tom and Janet’s sex in the adjacent room. They either had not heard the ring, or had chosen to ignore it since it did not indicate a significant amount of moving or struggling on my part. Still, this gave me warning that if I pursued the plan to break the shower rod, there would be a very finite window of time before they would be back upon me. The thing I struggled with (besides the obvious restraints) was that come morning we would once again be on the road; I would not doubt be packaged in a similar fashion as before. This could very well be the last time I was in a public setting…as private as they had made it. If they got me to their home, I was sure I would have little to no hope of escape. My mind was made up. I would bide time and endeavor to crush the bar in the middle of the night. At a minimum, if they were asleep I would have just a little bit more time before they would be able to respond. I steadied myself where I stood and listened quietly.

Only a few minutes had passed when the door was opened and light once again flooded the room. I winced at the brightness. A naked Tom came sauntering in, his body glistened with sweat. As he closed the door behind him, I caught a glimpse of Janet lying naked over on the bed, clearly exhausted from this recent romp. Tom ignored me as he tended to relieving himself in the toilet. I looked away and tried to do nothing that would draw attention to me. Finishing he turned to me.

“Once we get you to your new home, it’ll be your job to lick us both clean after sex. Tonight your off the hook since we need your mouth to stay shut for the time being.” He patted my duct taped cheek.

“It’s too bad your gagged though, cause we saved you some desert.” Tom giggled as he showed me the used condom that he held by the tip in his left hand. I grimaced to myself but tried not to betray my disgust with my gaze.

“I suppose we could save it for you for breakfast.” He mused. Thankfully, he reconsidered this idea and he tossed it aside in to the toilet. A quick flush assured me that it would not be an option for later.

Tom looked me up and down for a moment and then appeared to have a realization.

“You know…I’m just not certain this shower rod is a good idea. I don’t think you’re dumb enough to try, but I could see your weight maybe pulling this down thinking you’d be able to get someone to come check on things.” He gave me a quizzical look as if he was trying to gauge whether this idea had crossed my mind.

I averted my eyes to the floor but this did not prevent him from pressing the issue as I hoped.

“Come to think of it, let’s re-work this just a bit.”

Tom stepped into my shower prison. His body pressed up against my bound and cocooned form as he tugged at the knotted leash on the pole. It came undone moments later. Holding the leash in one hand and steadying me with his other he instructed me to lay down.

I had no choice but to comply. He held me as I awkwardly bent my bound legs and I more or less fell backward into his arms. He lowered me steadily to the floor of the tub. I was put on my stomach. Taking the leash he tugged it and pulled the other end tight around the faucet that jutted outward about a foot or so above my head. He wrapped it numerous times to remove much slack and he tied it off just as my head was slightly raised by the pull of my collar.  I could rest my chin of the floor of the tub, but did not have much room to move it to either side or to rest a check on the ground. Tom seemed pleased with the adjustment.

“Much better. I prefer you on the ground like this. Less room for you too.” I stayed still as he got out of the tub and exited the bathroom.

Once again I was cast into darkness. I surveyed the situation quickly and realized that there was absolutely no options left available to me. Bound as I was and leashed to the faucet I could never make it to my feet without strangling myself. I moaned into my gag in displeasure. I barely made a sound. I contemplated thrashing about, doing anything I could to pry something loose, but I knew this would be effort would be fruitless. I sobbed softly and felt my eyes begin to swell. There was nothing I could do now except wait patiently for the morning when we would once again set forth on the road and I would be that much closer to disappearing forever as their slave. 

The night passed without further interruption, although there would be no sleep for me. My joints burned from continued restraint, my jaw ached from countless gagging methods, and my mind raced with constant worry. When morning did come (I assumed it was morning), Tom and Janet entered quickly. I could not turn to greet them from my face down position in the tub, but I felt Tom begin to untie the leash from the faucet and I heard Janet’s voice.

“Good morning slave. Good news, we’re all set for the tail end of our trip. Pretty soon we’ll have you back to your new home.”

I groaned as Tom’s firm hands grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me upward. I shuffled my wrapped legs forward to try and support myself as I was stood up in the tab. My eyes were still adjusting to the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom as my owner’s looked me up and down. Janet leaned forward and pressed her lips to my duct taped mouth. She held them there as she made a mock ‘kissing’ sound.

“This has worked out splendidly” she clapped to herself.

Tom interjected.

“We’re not out of the woods just yet. Time to package you back up and then get out of here before first light.” 

I won’t bore you with the details of what came next. Let’s just say it was eerily similar to the packaging process of before. Piece by piece different increments of my bondage was removed yet any type of freedom was shortlived as it was quicly replaced. Of course I never actually had the opportunity to break free and was secured constantly. 

I found myself strapped back into the hogtie and they rolled me over back on to the canvas sack. I watched as Tom toyed with the pump gag, palming it in his hand and looking at it quizzically. The numerous straps and the pump mechanism hung down from it and he seemed to be weighing whether or not to use it. As painful as it had been for the earlier car ride, it was essentially a moot point for me. Either way I wouldn’t be able to utter a sound. He arrived at a decision, tossing the contraption aside.

“I think your gagged well enough. Didn’t really hear any peeps out of you last night one room over, so I doubt you’ll be making much noise sacked away in the back again.” His hand reached once more to my exposed nipple and he gave a firm squeeze.

A muffled protest came out as barely a “mmmph”

Janet leaned over and cupped a hand to my balls. She tugged hard. Despite the stars that instantly flooded my vision, my pain was once again silenced.

They both seemed satisfied. Tom rose from his kneeled position over me.

“Jan, why don’t you finish zipping him up, I’m gonna check us out of here.” He exited for the door. I was completely out of sight on one side of the bed when the door was opened and Janet knelt over me so there was zero chance of being noticed. The door slammed shut behind him. 

Janet reached over to where the bag of bondage instruments lay. I saw a flash of silver as she pulled the duct tape from it once more. She set it by here side and reached back in to pull out a small tube. Reaching in I saw her remove the blue putty substance that had packed my ears last time. She leaned over and began squising it in to my left ear. As her fingers pushed it in the sound once again slowly disappeared from my world. She packed the right one equally full and hearing was no longer one of my senses. Taking the roll of tape she pulled it loose and began wrapping additional tape over my gag. Apparently she was not fully satisfied with how silenced I was. She tore it loose and smoothed it over against my cheek. I mewed softly.

Janet leaned back and looked me over with a grin of satisfaction. I looked up at her pleadingly. I knew there was no hope for mercy, but I endeavored to appeal to some sort of subconscious motherly instinct or delicate feminine nature. Her lips were moving so I knew she was replying to my gaze, although I could not hear a word of it. She sat back a bit and lifted a bare foot to my face. I tried to move aside but my bonds held me in place. She pressed her foot firmly against my face and slid my nose between her two big toes. I imagined she was doing this as some sort of taunt, or as a response to my pleading look. She left it there, pressed to my nostrils and I was quickly forced to breathe in as my gagged mouth prevented me from holding my breath in protest for more than a few seconds. She did not remove it and the two of us were still, alone in the room. What an odd site we must have made, if anyone were able to see us. I was truly in a position of defeat, and Janet was seizing the opportunity to remind me of my new role in this world. A bound and gagged gimp at her foot.

I did not hear the door open, but a sudden kick to the rear let me know he had returned. Janet’s foot came free of my face and I saw Tom kneeling down towards me. He had the tape in his hand and taking my head with his other hand he set about wrapping a layer of tape over my eyes. My head dropped back to the hard ground as he finished and as fresh air disappeared from my nostrils I knew that my leather sack was being zipped up again for transport. I sighed to myself as the musty scent of the leather took over. I recalled how hot it had been last time and I could only hope that my confinement to it this time would not be as long. The feeling of the sack being lifted and placed on the unstable surface of the luggage cart keyed me in to the fact that we were leaving. A wave of regret washed over me and I truly found myself resigned to the fate that lay ahead. We were leaving the motel and Tom and Janet had successfully kept me hidden the whole time. Truth be told, the smarter move would probably have been to keep me in the sack and in the car for the entire time…as uncomfortable as it would have been I would’ve avoided having to please Tom orally and the floor of the bathroom was not THAT much more comforting.

The dolly began moving.