The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1

... door, I found her laying up against the wall sobbing. Did she ever sleep? As I began laying objects down on the floor, I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She was crawling ever so slowly towards the open door. But all it took was a kick behind me with my booted foot to slam the door shut with a loud bass note. She flinched, and I noticed a single tear slide down her cheek. When I was ready, I untied her ankles and helped her to her feet. She walked tenderly, her legs sore from their tight bondage during the previous night. I lead her through a couple of doorways, to the living quarters I wrote about. I'm lucky, one of the intact rooms is the bathroom. That makes things a lot less messy. The room adjacent to the bathroom was once a living room of sorts. But all that's in there now is a lumpy sofa and a disconnected television. Maybe if she's good I'll connect it up sometime. I see it as important that slaves have rewards to work towards. Otherwise the sheer hopelessness of the situation could drive her insane. Throwing her down on the sofa, I rebound her legs and left her there while I went to get a few things. When I re-entered the living room, she was exactly where I had left her. Her eyes never left me. I remembered reading about this phase in the stories. The 'biding her time' phase. She's waiting for the opportune moment. But she won't get it. And when she realises that, we'll be onto stage three of her cycle down into slavery. I bolted a long chain onto one of ...

... the uncovered girders that ran across the roof. After swinging on it for a moment to make sure it held even my weight, it was time for her collar. This wasn't a fetish of mine, I don't like kinky black leather and costumes. No, it was only for convenience. I fixed the collar around her neck, and padlocked it shut with the chain in place. Now she was trapped, with a lot of hassle between her and escape. After I untied all of her bindings she curled up into a ball onto the sofa, and started weeping in earnest. Maybe that was stage three? Despair? "Use the bathroom. Wash, cry, do whatever the heck you want to do" I told her, with a hint of boredom in my voice. Purposefully placed, of course. "I'll be down with some lunch for us later. And we'll have a bit of fun while we're dining." She looked up at me and gulped. Evidently the idea of 'lunch' with me didn't do wonders for her appetite. Hehe, she'd be eating something either way. That much I was sure of. I turned and left her there, making my way out of the room and up the basement stairs. I had work to do. I spent the time between then performing a few jobs. First, I took a bus to Salisbury and went back to the carpark. I needed to dispose of her car. The less evidence there was of her the better. So I got in with her keys and steered out down the series of ramps, onto the streets of Salisbury. It occurred to me that if I was stopped, I was fucked. I wasn't 'insured' on her car, and the game was up if that fact came to light. ...