Michael drowsed in his enforced cocoon of rubber and latex. Before taking this contract he would never have been able to understand people who could fall asleep in any position apart from lying down. But after weeks inside the Bell Jar, forced to remain strapped to its devilish, wonderful sybian...with the most relaxing posture being that of a frogtied, boxtied, hooded and collared slave...well. Well, indeed. He had surprised himself with how much sleep it was possible to get, at least...when Abby hadn't been busy teasing the absolute hell out of him.

The idle, dreamy thought made him smile in his half sleep. He had felt so utterly out of his depth that first day. Hell, that first week had been nuts. The party Abby ended up hosting...Michael twitched, shifting a little in his bonds as a slight increase in awareness trickled back. Intense. That was the word. A profusion of different hands on the controls, an array of perversions and deviant plans for him bubbling in half a dozen minds...and Abby lording over all. The kinky mistress of her domain, and of her apparently quite popular party toy. Even after the party had wound down, and most attendees had finally left or at least left him alone, that had still left him to the tender ministrations of Chrissie and Abby. Which had been...gloriously, pleasurably, insane.

Michael shifted again, his arms tensing briefly within the boxtie armbinder that Abby had requested from Belle Industries. The rest of that first week had been more relaxing at least; Abby seemed to have understood that her new plaything needed time to recover. And she had been just wonderful about everything. Despite her teasing the first day, she had very considerately spoken with him before each extension request, every new order of equipment or supplies. Calming any nascent fears he might have had about a first timer on either side of the Jar, and the potential for megalomania to set in. Abby had been everything he could have wanted from his first job. 

Adam had been so right. Being bound in the Jar, on display yet removed from easy access, and with all manner of commanded sensations was...peaceful. Relaxing. Michael couldn't remember the last time he felt so comfortable and almost zenlike. Odd given the bondage, but true all the same. Abby was content enough to simply have him around, usually only lightly teasing him while she got on with work, and he could just...be.

A soft chime suddenly cut off his dreamy thoughts, bringing him to wakefulness with a small start. It sounded again, and his still sleep filled brain dimly registered it as the chime that sounded for communications. From company headquarters. He shook his head a little to try to clear it as the chime sounded a third time, before a soft female voice broke in over the speakers,

"Good evening Valued Member of the Belle Jar Team. As you may, or may not be aware due to the length of your stay with your current client, the world is in the grip of a virus pandemic."

Michael nodded silently. Abby had mentioned something the last time she had negotiated an extension with him. Something about needing to work from home and wanting someone around. He had agreed with only a little convincing. After all, he didn't have to do all that much. Just be eye candy, and a bondage plaything, for a cute customer. A cute customer, he was slowly realizing, that he was developing a crush on.

The automated message continued, "The Government have instructed every-one to socially distance themselves. While many companies have benefited from assurances of back pay, this has not been extended to our company due to the nature of our services. We therefore would like to extend to you two options.”

Michael mouthed a muffled curse into his plug gag. Of course they hadn't. Damn it.

“Option 1, you will be released from your current contract and be able to return home to socially isolate. Those of you with an administrative background will be able to work from home, however, minimal work is available at the present time, which could mean a substantial drop in your pay, especially if many people chose this option.”

Michael grunted. That did not sound especially appetizing. Crap, could he even live on a part time administrative salary anymore? His roughly two weeks with Abby had been wonderful enough, in experiences and in pay, but he knew he had barely been making ends meet working full time. How long could he last? He gave a frustrated grunt, but the voice was still speaking, 

"Option Two, however, is that you choose to remain in isolation in your client's home. All removal options from the Belle Jars and other products will be suspended from the client. As always, you will retain the ability to remove yourself from the situation, however, if you do so at any point, this will count as you choosing option one, and you will not be able to return to the Jar afterwards. As you are aware, our suits and Jars are ergonomically designed to prevent any damage that long-term stillness might cause, and a regime of electro-shocks will be implemented to ensure that no muscle wastage will occur during the pandemic. Additional air filters will be supplied to all those who chose this option. Your pay will continue at the current rate and will be enhanced to include additional hours worked.”

Michael froze. That...That was...what...? He hands made fists inside his armbinder bag, and he found he was biting hard into the gag in his mouth. How could...? His mind was suddenly spinning. Could he? Could he do this? Should he...

He moaned into his gag. Was this something that was viable? Would Abby even agree to such an open ended contract? Hell, should he agree to it? They had had a lot of fun, but this was...was...

He gave his head a shake as the automated message, clearly anticipating some shock on the receiving end, had resumed after a brief pause,

“At this time, the end date for social isolation is unknown, but you will receive a daily update briefing from headquarters to keep you abreast of the situation as it unfolds. We at Belle Industries would like you all to know how highly you are esteemed, and while we will do everything we can to protect pay and jobs, we cannot guarantee your pay at the risk to the company as a whole. If you would like to chose option one and exit your current contract, please nod now. If you do not nod before the chime, it is assumed that you would like to remain within your current situation. This option will be offered to you daily at 01:00 hours. Thank you for listening to our briefing, and also for your co-operation and support.”

Michael's mind was racing. He barely paid attention as the voice began to repeat the message. That was standard. Messages sent during evening hours always repeated three times to ensure a groggy occupant got it at least once. He had some time to think. Not a lot, but some. He frowned inside his hood, his world still black. Sightless. What should he do?

The company was clearly willing to at least try to get their workers taken care of. The only question, in Michael's mind, was could he do it? Was a practically open ended extension something he could stomach? He trembled for a moment in his bonds, almost wishing that the teasing vibrations Abby had left him with hours ago would resume. They, at least, provided some calming effects. Well, not entirely, but enough that his mind would be on...other things. He moaned into his gag. This was hardly how he wanted his first time to end. Either way. If he stayed that meant he was staying in the Jar. No moving, apart from his squirming. No speaking, because Abby wouldn't be able to open the thing to remove his gag anymore. He would be able to do nothing. Nothing except continue to exist as Abby's bondage ornament, for as long as he could stand it.

He huffed into his gag as the voice began its third repetition. But to leave...Michael frowned. Leaving meant not getting to come back for a long time. For the possibility of maybe getting some admin work. Maybe not. But way beyond that, beyond the small matter of making enough money to get by and live amidst this damnable virus, was that he would have to leave. Leave and not see Abby, with her endearing smiles, and laughing eyes. Leave, and no longer have their companionable mornings. Their teasing afternoons. Their heated, playful evenings. Michael found that, in spite of everything, he didn't want to leave.

And isn't that a bloody sea change. He snorted a muffled laugh. At the start of this he had been dancing on the head of a pin with nerves, barely holding together his professional demeanor long enough to get locked in the jar. And now...

"This is your final opportunity for early removal until 0100 hours tomorrow morning. If you would like to end your present contract, please indicate now."

The cool female voice sliced through his thoughts. Michael's scattered musings formed up. He held himself still, tense with expectation. He closed his eyes inside his hood, and gave a muted squeak as a chime sounded in his ear. Then another.

The final chime sounded followed by a deliberately dramatic sounding click. Michael knew what that meant, and moaned. That one was probably loud enough to be heard.

"You have elected to remain bound to your present contract and client. You will be contacted again in 24 hours for renewal or release. Thank you for your continued service with Belle Industries. We appreciate your service and loyalty always, and especially in these most trying times. Specialty extension kits have been dispatched to your location. Your client has been informed."

Michael grunted in acknowledgement, and then squealed in surprise as his nipples, cock, and ass suddenly began to be vibrated on a medium setting. His blacked out sight was gradually reduced, and the office swam back into focus. Everything was as it had been when Abby had turned in. Except for...Michael mewled into his gag, staring at Abby. 

His eyes were wide, and he knew he was blushing. How long had she been standing there? Had she...? Had she seen how he was...had she heard...?

Abby was wrapped in her robe, her hair a bit of an uncharacteristic mess. She had been sitting and watching him, but now paced towards him. She had clearly been awoken and come right down to see him. Which meant...

Michael moaned, partly in embarrassment, partly in...well. Yes. She was Abby, after all. And she was smiling at him. Grinning. Oh, crap. She knew. And she had...yes, she had almost certainly watched him. Heard him. Michael's blush deepened, as Abby stalked closer grinning from ear to ear.

"Well Michael..." Abby's voice was sweet s it crackled over his speakers, "It seems we'll have some extra time to get to know one another after all." Her grin widened as she very deliberately spiked the vibrations along his cock, even as she flicked a toggle that made it feel as though she were teasingly pinching his nipples.

"I was planning on getting some sleep, but as you've decided to stay...thank you for that by the way," Her smile briefly became one of genuine thanks before returning to its sensual playful grin, "I rather think a reward is in order before we go back to sleep. Soooo..."

Michael moaned and arched his back as the teasing began in earnest. Yes. Yessssss...

He couldn't imagine isolating in any other way. Nor with anyone apart from his present client. He locked eyes with Abby, her infectious grin as she expertly manipulated the controls that sent his pleasure spiking ever higher. God, he was glad she was her. That she had hired him, and evidently liked him enough to keep him on. 

Michael tipped his head back, feeling at peace and secure as he had not felt in all the time before meeting Abby, and surrendered to her pleasures.