The last weekend had been very fun, with the balls and the tablet. She hadn't get a single orgasm, because the intensity of the vibrator was around four, but she didn't care, it had been a great, sweet torture.
Among the discussed optional rules she only did the one of wearing cuffs and sexy underwear to work. Nobody seemed to notice anything, because there were no comments, but she knew it and enjoyed it. She did the wall thing a couple of times, and it was a wonderful sweet torture, but also boring, so she decided to do it just once a day, with the plug vibrating. Her favourite part was licking her fluids, not because of its flavour, but because if felt like what a sub would do. She also pierced her earlobes, to be able to wear earrings, but she chose a couple of small rings. While a couple of coworkers noticed them, they didn't care much, as the rings were discreet. In all her first concern was public exposure. Doing humilliating and disgusting things alone at home was ok. Even better when she did them in front of the mannequin, for its symbolic and psychologic value.
Pending was the discussion about the holidays. Both Isabela and Zack believed that those days should be better exploited. She didn't want to configurate the devices in the basement again, adding more days, because they had found a good equilibrium between rest and fun. Zack could go to her place from time to time, but he had other plans, and he had to study as well. She, of course, could do many things alone, and she would, but they wanted to devise something more intense. Some kind of heavy bondage were she had little to no control, the thing she most loved.
The upcoming holidays would be fourteen days, and she had a month to prepare something. That was too much for the basement with the current setting. It had to involve heavy bondage, a reasonable amount of discomfort and some kind of stimulation that made orgasms possible but not easy. All of that without dying of starvation, of course. Also she would need some entertainment to keep her mind busy. All of that alone because she didn't trust on anybody to hold the keys of her home and life. At last, roaming through internet she found something interesting and consulted it with Zack, for his insight. Together they developed the idea, and got everything prepared to start right away, the first day of the holidays.
The day came at last. She checked that the door was firmly closed. She checked as well that curtains and blinds would protect her intimacy. She was going to spend two weeks chained and there could be no mistakes on the safety front.
She got naked and, after removing the wig, she had a shower. Hygiene would be precarious along the next days. With her skin still wet she changed the barbells on her nipples and nose, and her earrings, for a thin, four inch steel ring each. Between her new nipple rings a thin chain dangled. Then she carefully replaced the barbell on her clit hood for a quarter inch steel ring from which a two inch long chain would dangle freely teasing her mercilessly. With a marker she wrote the word “SLAVE” in big capital letters on her forehead and on her tummy above her navel. That had been Zack's idea and she liked it because it made her feel a bit more subby. Combined with the dangling chains and rings, and the near nakedness, the effect was gorgeous. She would have to retouch them every morning upon waking up and after every shower. She had distributed markers along all the house for that reason.
Then, going back to her bedroom, she donned a short latex skirt that only reached her mid thighs and a pair of plastic sandals. That would be the only garments she would be allowed to wear. Guessing that she was going to have some leakage between her legs she decided that the skirt would be of use to collect at least a part of it. She couldn't wear trousers because she would need to use the toilet, without removing the garment. If she were cold she could always cover herself with blankets.
With that done, she fitted six leather cuffs around her wrists, ankles and above her knees, plus a seventh bigger one around her waist, all of them locked with padlocks. From a D-ring at the front of the waist band hung a long chain down to her ankles. Two big padlocks joined the tip of the chain with the two ankle cuffs, leaving no more than five inches of stride. Other two padlocks at knee height met the two cuffs there. She would have to crawl up and down the stairs with her legs so close together as she wouldn't be able to lift her feet enough.
The next element was a wide leather collar from which hung a long, heavy chain down to the floor. It was there for no other reason than feeling its weight tugging on her neck, whenever she had to drag it behind her or carry it on her hands. At last she padlocked one end of a one foot long strand of chain to the D-ring of the waist band and the other end to both her wrist cuffs together.
It was time to check the electronic devices. A sybian and a small box where plugged to a laptop, the sybian on the floor, next to the bed, over a pair of mats around two inch thick each, the other two on the bed. She made sure that the box and the sybian where well connected to the laptop because she would need all three working well. Then she put in the box the keys of the padlocks she had all over her body, and closed the lid. It would open at mid-afternoon the last day of her holidays giving her enough time to get ready to go to work the next day.
Then she checked the program that would control the sybian. It would vibrate along an hour each day at completely random moments, in rounds of ten minutes. It would be silent for eight straight hours each night, though those eight hours would start at a random moment between ten pm and two am. If Isabela wasn't lucky the sybian would possibly do all of the sixty minutes together while she was sleeping, and so that day she wouldn't get any stimulation. If the sybian had ten levels of intensity, it would pick randomly one between one and five, the weaker ones.
The controller program was linked to another program that did tests. Each test included twenty questions about the plot of a book. Each question had to be answered by clicking on one of the four options offered, but in only fifteen seconds per question. If she answered correctly all twenty questions, both the minimum and maximu intensities of the sybian would raise one level and it would vibrate ten extra minutes per day. That with the first five tests, with the last five only the time would be increased. Finding those tests online was what gave her the idea for the whole setup.
Downstairs, on the floor of the living room, there was a PC, that she wasn't allowed to move, if that were possible with all those chains. There where all the books for the ten tests in .pdf version. Along the two weeks she would have to read the books to be able to answer the tests to get the sybian to be a bit more generous. With that she hoped that her mind would be occupied enough so she wouldn't get bored. In no way she would be able to read ten books in fourteen days, but she could manage five. With that the intensity of the vibrations would be between six and ten, along nearly two hours per day, and that should be enough. Of course she could always sit on the sybian all day long waiting for the rounds of ten minutes of pleasure. Not a good idea because, aside from being more boring, the intensity levels might not be enough.
She wouldn't be able to spend the whole day sitting anyways. She also had to visit the bathroom from time to time. She had to cook and eat as well, downstairs, in the kitchen. Also do some cleaning and the usual chores. She would force herself to go up and down the stairs several times a day. Getting to cum shouldn't be easy, after all. She was supposed to be a sub, and therefor pleasure was supposed to have a cost.
Only sitting on the sybian and then getting up would be a challenge. With her legs tied together as they were she would have to lean on the bed and then roll and maneuver herself to put her ass on the right place. The mats where there to put the sybian at a reasonable height over the floor. As an added effect the mats, being ellastic, would reduce a bit the sound that the sybian made when it vibrated, to lower the chances of hearing it if she happened to pass by. Also the sound wouldn't wake her up, if she chose to sleep in the bedroom.
Along the two weeks she woulnd't be allowed to sit or lay on anything with a cushion, carpet, mat or mattress, including her own bed, the sybian being the obvious exception. Neither was she allowed to sit on anything similar to a chair, except for the toilet. She was allowed to kneel, not sit, on carpets, or cushions. She was also allowed to lay on a carpet if, and only if, she intended to fall asleep, and only at night. To eat she would have to sit on the hard floor or kneel on a cushion or carpet, although the dishes could be higher, the low table of the living room being the best option. She hadn't set any rule for blankets, so everything could be made a bit more comfortable if she did the effort of carrying them back and forth.
There were other rules to be followed. She could use the internet or watch TV but only for porn, which under those circumstances of teasing and denial, including the sybian, clit chain and nipple chain, would be another type of torture. She could also chat in forums about BDSM and sex related topics. At first she had named herself L0n3lysub, but that attracted a lot of indecent proposals, so she changed it to S3lfb0ndagesub.
She would have to lick clean with her tongue all of her love juices from the sybian, and on her last day, from the skirt. She considered doing also the floor, but she wan't sure, it could be dirty.
Her meals musted be spiced with the same substances of the basement, the drugs and flavouring powders at least once a day. As she hadn't planned her meals she didn't know what and when would she eat, but she would try to use all the types of disgusting flavours and both types of drugs. She had bought them for a reason after all. As an optional rule she considered not using the sleeping drug at night, as it somehow felt like cheating.
She wouldn't have to open the door, but she would have to answer the phone, as two weeks of complete silence would worry her relatives and friends. If it was Zack visiting she had to open and act as a cook and bartender, if he so demanded, as well as addresing him as master. As usual he was allowed to touch but not penetrate, as long as she didn't have a sudden change of heart. He would visit as a minimum on both Thursdays bringing the shaving tools. She would be shaved kneeling in the shower. On the other hand, if she had any kind of problem, for example running short of food, she could call him, and he would help.
The mannequin would be in the same place as always but she had decided that, no matter how tempting, she would not use it. The chains pulling on her nipples and clit hood would be teasing her all day long, as she had made sure that she would have to move a lot. With that, the sybian, and the bondage, that, by itself, was enough to make her hot, her pussy would be leaking constantly. A wonderful sweet torture that she would enjoy immensely but would be very hard. Exactly the effect she was aiming for. Seeking a cheap and easy relief with the mannequin's leg would ruin all of the adventure making it pointless. On the other hand, hiding the mannequin would symbolize a lack of commitment with her own ideals. No, it had to be available but unused, and she, like any good sub, had to be disciplined and obey the rules. More so if she had wrote them herself.
She had just applied the chains and checked the programs in the laptop and her pussy was already moist. By the end of the fourteen days she would probably be jaded and desperate to go find that wooden leg that shamed her so much, but for the moment, the ordeal had just started and she was eager and happy, yet nervous and a bit scared.