"Y'know, I don't think I'm even going to take any of your stuff when I leave."

Mike moaned around the rubber cock he was currently sucking on, bobbing up and down as his kidnapper carried on her one way conversation. She had gotten quite good at that, and seemed to take particular pleasure in talking to him while forcing him to suck on her strapon. He, in turn, was becoming quite adept at that as she kept him at it for long stretches of time as she read books, or watched television. He remembered the spanking she had administered some time ago when he first refused to do it. Now she had only to point and he would begin his sucking duties.

He was dressed in what had by now become his uniform. A slick rubber French maid outfit, complete with black thigh high boots. His arms were encased in leather bindings behind his back. He hardly ever got to use his hands, apart from when he was cleaning. His cock was in its cage, still tender from their raunchy late morning bondage sex session. His rear was filled with a butt plug 'to make certain he doesn't undo her work.' The thick leather collar was still locked around his neck, and a blindfold was secured to this head. She often kept him hooded and blindfolded these days, to 'prevent his silly eyes from getting him into trouble.'

Mike had completely lost track of time at this point. He knew for certain that days and days had passed. Possibly weeks and weeks. His nights were filled by the audio recordings she had made for him, usually recorded while she had him doing chores around the house. At least, he knew she hooked them up, and that her voice began to soothe him to sleep. And then he would wake up in the morning. But they could hardly just be that, not after the trouble she had gone too. But they were certainly relaxing, and Mike had found accepting his new situation as a prisoner in his own home a little easier to take. 

"Maybe I'll just steal you away, hmmm? My lovely slave boy." He felt her hands run through his hair as he bobbed up and down. God that felt good. Her touch against his scalp. He moaned in pleasure at the feeling, and she chuckled, "I thought you'd like the thought of that. My lil bondage slut. But don't worry, we've still got looooots of time to spend here in your home before I need to be thinking about that. Lots and lots of time for you to learn your place, slave boy."

Mike moaned again, squirming a little in his bonds as he continued. How long would he be kept like this?