With the click of the mouse, a small green light on the webcam switched on, signaling that it was on and recording. Alex looked down at the webcam. On the screen beside it, the young woman could see the feed from the camera; her own face, round, cheerful, framed on either side by curly brown hair filling the screen.
“Hey everyone!” She said cheerfully. In the chat, the half dozen or so people already logged in responded with a flurry of posts saying ‘hi’ back at her. “I’m just getting set up, right now, but don’t worry, we’ll start pretty soon…”
Alex turned from the desk to the rest of the room. For this evening, she’d emptied it out of the usual boxes and junk she kept down here and turned it into a makeshift cell, her cell. Besides the webcam on her desk, she’d set up three other webcams on tripods, scattered around the place, to give a 360* view of the room for her viewers. Alex walked around and switched the other cameras on, making sure they were working and transmitting.
On the far-left corner, from the basement’s single door, she’d set up a small pallet, with a padded mattress, some blankets and a pillow. Opposite on the right corner, Alex had set up a small, portable toilet, of the sort one might take on a camping trip. It had a large, plastic tub, with a set on top, filled with water and chemicals. It was hidden from the webcams behind a plastic screen. As far as she was planning on going tonight, Alex did have somethings she didn’t want an audience for…
In the other two corners, Alex had set up things for herself to do during her coming imprisonment. On the left, she’d lugged her old treadmill down, to let herself get some exercise. Beside it, she had a tub of chalk, for drawing on the concrete floor. On the right was her desk. Besides the laptop and webcam, it also had had her video game console and controller for her to try and play while restrained.
Alex walked back to the desk and checked the livestream on the screen. She was up to around 30 viewers now. A few had already sent in donations. “Well!” She said, cheerfully. “Looks like you’re eager for us to get started, so alright!” The comments feed filled with words of encouragement as the young woman reached down and grabbed the hem of her tank top, pulling it up over her head. Underneath, she was bare-chested. Next, she grabbed the hem of her shorts, pulling them, and her panties down, kicked them off her ankles. She was now completely naked, though not for long…
On the table, besides the electronics, Alex had piled the bondage restraints she would be wearing this evening. She’d carefully picked them out from her collection, choosing ones which would not be too uncomfortable to wear for an extended period. In addition to the restraints, she’d assembled some of her other ‘toys’ to play with on camera; a vibrating wand, two silver, bullet shaped dildos, a flexible leather riding crop and a pair of nipple clamps connected by a short chain.
Looking over the restrains, Alex went to work restraining herself. She started with a wide leather collar, padded on the inside. She slid it snugly around her throat and closed a padlock through the buckle.
“As I’m getting myself secured, I’ll go over the rules for this evening, for everyone who’s just arrived…” Alex said, holding up the key to the webcam. She then turned to the side of the desk where a plastic box sat. It had a slot on the top, through which she dropped the key. “All of the keys go in the box here.” She told the webcam.
“There’s an electronic lock on the front…” She indicated a plastic box on the front of the box where it opened. There was an electronic screen on the front, which she turned on. “It’s hooked up to the computer and on a timer. Every time you donate, it will automatically add some more time.” The screen lit up with the red digits of the countdown. She’d started with half-an-hour, but the donations that had already come in had added another twenty to the total thus far.
Grabbing the webcam, Alex walked over to the basement door. She held it up to the handle, showing the viewers the key in the door’s lock. She turned it, and tugged on the handle a couple of times, showing them the door was securely closed. Alex walked back to the desk and put the webcam back in place. She held the key up to it. “Without this key, I won’t be leaving the room anytime soon.” She said. “Oops!” She said, playfully dropping the key through the slot in the lockbox. “Oh well, looks like I’m not going anywhere…”
“Remember, the more you donate, the longer I stay in bondage! The prices are listed on the bottom of the page…” Alex continued, grabbing a leather cuff and slipping it around her wrist. It was locked with a padlock and the key went in the box as well. “$10 will add ten minutes. $15 will get 20 minutes. $20 will add 35 minutes. $30 will add an hour.” She smiled. “And if anyone wants to give me a thousand dollars, I’ll be staying here an extra day!” Not that Alex thought in her wildest imaginations people might donate that much. Still, underneath the desk, she’d stashed a cooler with water and a couple protein shakes, just in case she found herself staying longer than expected…
Donations continued to come in, pushing it up past two hours as Alex finished binding herself. A second, matching cuff went on her other wrist, followed by two more on her ankles. A short chain was locked to the ankle cuffs with two small padlocks, hobbling her. As before, the keys to the locks went into the box. A leather belt was buckled around her waist, to which her wrist cuffs would be secured. Before she did that, though, Alex grabbed her favorite ballgag from the table.
“Since I won’t get a chance to say much after this,” She teased the camera, holding up the gag, “Let me just say, I hope everyone enjoys this stream and keep those donations coming in!” With that, she slid the ball between her teeth and buckled it secure behind her head.
After “mmmppphhh”-ing once or twice to the cameras, Alex grabbed a second chain. It was threaded through a ring on the belt at Alex’s back. Either end was secured to one of the cuffs with yet another padlock and key. The chain was long enough Alex could, just barely, have one hands at her side, so long as the other was placed close against her back. Turning, she leaned over her desk and pushed a button. On the screen, and one the timer for the lock, the seconds and minutes began the long countdown to her eventual freedom.
Now completely secure and helpless, Alex stood in front of one of the cameras, moaning into her gag in fake distress and struggling against her bonds, to show them she was really secured. In the chat, the viewers cheered her on, many posting requests for her to dance, or shake her boobs for the camera, or to try and sing or mumble tongue-twisters through her gag. Donations were also coming in, steadily, raising the timer faster than it could count down. Less than a minute into her evening of bondage and Alex was already committed to spending the next three hours locked up down here.
After spending a few minutes interacting with the chat, Alex moved over to the treadmill. The chains on her feet meant she could only take short, hobbling steps as she climbed on and, after a struggle with her chains, turned it on slow. She managed to get good enough with her fetters to speed up to an awkward, hobbling jog. More importantly, the chat seemed to enjoy her efforts, particularly the way her bare chest bounced with each stride and the sheen of sweat on her naked figure as she climbed down off the treadmill to check the chat and the timer. During her half-hour walk and jog, she’d gotten another $80.00 in donations, adding just over an hour and a half to the timer.
“Wwhhnn aahh iitt eehh-nnddrrd oollrrs, ‘lll ii aahhtt umm aavvee eehh oohhss…” Alex promised the stream, nodding to the sex toys she’d placed on the table. That brought more donations coming. While they slowly ticked up, Alex hobbled back to the other corner of the room. Awkwardly lowering herself to a sitting position, she grabbed the bucket of chalk and slid a piece out. Skootching around on her butt, she clumsily drew a hopscotch course on the concrete floor. Struggling to her feet, Alex shuffled around to the start and playfully hopped up and down it a couple times, hair bouncing, chains jingling merrily.
By the time she finished, the donations had already reached and passed $300. With a playful smile, curling around the gag between her lips, Alex hobbled over to the desk. After a moment, she selected the nipple clamps. Leaning over, she managed to fit the clamps over both her breasts, her left nipple first, then her right, giving a playful yelp each time as the dull metal teeth closed down on the soft flesh of her naked breasts. Straightening up, she hooked a finger around the chain joining them and tugged on it a few times for the camera, grunting in pain and pleasure at the sensations shooting through her each time.
After playing for the cameras for a little while longer, Alex puttered around the dungeon for a bit longer. Over the next couple of hours, Alex spent some more time walking on the treadmill. She added some clumsily drawn flowers and a house to the hopscotch course with the chalk. Booting up the console, she tried to play a game for a bit, awkwardly holding the controller behind her back.
When she’d been locked up for a little over two hours, Alex’s thirst, not helped by the ballgag that made her drool constantly, got the better of her, the young woman hobbled to the cooler and gently sank to her knees on the concrete. Opening it up, she pulled out the large water bottle she’d stashed there and set it on the desktop. She wasn’t hungry just yet, so she left the protein shakes in the half-melted ice.
Leaning as far over as she could, lowering her head until her chin touched her chest and straining against the chains on her wrists, Alex was able to tug slightly on the gag strap. The rubberized strap had enough give that she was able to pull the ball out from between her teeth. The ball, wet with drool, dropped down to her chest, like a kinky necklace as she stood up again. The water bottle had a straw, so she was able to bend over and take several long sips without needing her hands. With her thirst slaked, Alex put the bottle away and, bending over again, tugged her gag back into place.
Not long after this, the donations ticked over another $100 dollars, so the young woman hobbled back over to the table and the selection of toys. “iicchhh uunn oooddd III ooohh eeexxt?” Alex asked the chat. After a few minutes, the comments came back. The majority were for the crop. Picking it up, Alex turned, playfully bending over with her naked butt towards one of the cameras. Between the short chain on her wrists and the flexible rod of the crop, Alex was able to get just enough distance to clumsily swat herself on the cheeks, with enough force to sting, slightly, and give a good, audible “smack” for the webcam’s microphone. She played it up for her audience the best she could though, grunting into her gag with each swat and squirming around a few seconds as each landed.
Alex continued her imprisonment in the same way for the next hour or so. By that time, it was well past midnight. Alex yawned through her gag. “ell uuyys…’mmm oonnnggg oohh eedd. Eell eehh oohh eepp aattchiinng unnd ell ee oow uch iimm sss efft eenn iii aakke uup…” She told the viewers, before hobbling back across the room to her pallet. She lowered herself into a seated position on the foam mattress, then lay down, pulling the blanket around herself and tried to sleep.
Between the bonds still restraining her, the makeshift bedding, and the knowledge that there were still well over a dozen people watching her sleep, Alex only managed to doze for a couple of hours. Eventually, the water she’d drunken earlier reached its inevitable conclusion. With a groan, the young woman struggled to her tightly chained feet and hobbled to the camp toilet to commune with nature.
Feeling refreshed, Alex shuffled back out, trying to decide whether she should try and go back to sleep a little longer or stay up and keep interacting with the stream chat. She decided to check the donations and timer, first. The donations had dried up a little while before she’d gone to bed, as streamers dropped out or ran short of funds. If that had held true, Alex figured the timer might be almost wound down. She should spend the last few minutes interacting with the chat.
Sure enough, when she got to the desk, the timer on the lockbox read: “01:32”. A minute and 32 seconds remained. “eell uuyyss, iittss eenn uun…” Alex grunted to the camera as she watched the seconds count down. “00:01:02”, then “00:00:46”, “00:00:20”, “00:00:03”. When it hit “00:00:00”, Alex was expecting to hear an electronic beep, followed by the ‘click’ of the lock disengaging. Instead, to her surprise, the timer flashed “00:00:00” for a second, then suddenly changed to “99:59:59.”
“aatt eeh eell?” Alex grunted in surprise. She watched the timer count down for another minute, flashing “99:58:59”. The young woman turned to the computer. The timer there also read “99:58:45”. Then she checked the list of all the donations that had come in since she last checked.
“oohh ooww…” Alex’s eyes widened as she saw how much money had come in. There were at least a dozen $20 and $30 dollar donations. A couple especially generous guys had even donated $1000. Alex was dumbfounded. She’d added that option as joke, never expecting anyone would pay that much to one of her streams. Then it hit her.
“oohh iii oodd…” Alex’s face went pale as she realized the implication. The timers only had six digits. When it showed “00:03”, it hadn’t meant there was three seconds left. It actually read “100:00:03”, if not more. Far from being over, Alex’s bondage was only starting. She still had 99 hours left on her timer, at least. The lockbox, with all of the keys to free herself, wouldn’t open for the next three days.
“aahhh iiittt…” Alex swore…