Piano

Chapter 7

Paty works harder than most in this world. Her efforts have yielded a substantial monetary return. She has built a growing restaurant / bar empire. Her position gives her some flexibility regarding when and where she works. Potentially, she could even spend her time in leisure now - simply coasting and having fun. But that is not her nature. She is completely driven to make her business as big as possible. Needless to say, sometimes she comes home exhausted.

It is my job to help her relax at the end of a day. I provide her special comfort and help relieve the stress from her body and soul. When she comes home she knows that I will be waiting for her and that I will drown her in love.

I, of course, am completely content with our setup. Our relationship isn't just physical. I even love it when she talks at length about things that I have no knowledge of. I just love the sound of her voice as it relaxes. I notice the structure of her sentences as she becomes comfortable and sloughs off the troubles of her day. She tells me things that she could tell no one else. She knows that any information she gives to me will remain as locked as I am within her chains.

That being said, I must say that recently she has particularly enjoyed my experimentation with my new tongue piercing and the pleasures that it can provide.

She came home too tired to talk. I undressed her; showered her. I lay her down in her bed naked and crawled up between her legs and slowly worked on her pleasure; stroking, licking, softly teasing. Soon, I noticed that she had drifted off to sleep with a contented little smile on her face.

Unfortunately, I was not particularly tired. I had spent my day lazing and snoozing, anticipating her return. I didn't want her to sleep. I wanted her to lay awake with me. I wanted her to spend time with me.

Paty's big bed has a number of attachment points where chains or ropes or shackles can be anchored. I have only fond memories of the hours and hours that I have been locked on the other end of those chains. In fact, I had spent several blissful hours the previous evening. I noticed that a pair of wrist shackles were still attached to the headboard.

In a fateful moment of mischievousness, I grabbed the shackles and locked them around her wrists, effectively securing her to her bed. The act of pulling her arms towards the corners of the headboard caused her to stir and start to wake up.

"Laysan, what are you doing?" she asked sleepily and attempted to pull her arms back towards her body. When the steel links resisted her attempts her eyes opened further.

"Laysan, let me go."

"Tonight," I teased, "you are my slave."

She looked from side to side at the chains holding her in place. "No, Laysan. Let me go. Now."

"Oh, come on! I'm just playing around."

"I don't want to play around now. Take these fucking chains off me now!"

I was somewhat shocked at not only how angry she was becoming, but also how quickly the anger grew within her. Too, there was something about her sudden anger that triggered a defiant response within me.

"No, Paty. You are my slave until you promise me that I can sleep in your bed with you." I smiled a wicked smile hoping that she would view my threat with a sense of playfulness. 

She did not.

Her eyes narrowed and she began to pull at the chains causing them to rattle. "Don't start that shit again with me, Laysan. Fucking let me go!"

"Come on! I let you rip two teeth out of my head. The least you could do is let me sleep with you in your bed. Even once!"

"No, Laysan! That's not how this works. You made an agreement when you became my slave that you would never sleep in my bed with me. That was the agreement. That is still the agreement. It's not going to change! Unlock me, now!"

"Why not? Why is it so important that I don't sleep in your bed?"

"That's none of your fucking business and I'm not going to tell you!"

"None of my business?!"

"Fucking unlock the fucking chains, Laysan. I'm getting very angry!"

"How is it none of my business?" I asked.

Paty yanked her chains and screamed at the top of her lungs. I was afraid she was going to injure her wrists. Shit! I was just plain afraid. I slid off the bed to retrieve the keys.

"Why does it make you so angry when I ask to sleep in your bed? It's stupid!"

She simply glared at me with her jaw clenched tight as I released her arms.

"Are you hiding something from me? Some dark secret? It feels like you have some festering wound that you are trying to conceal from the world."

"Get the fuck out of my room, Laysan!"

"No," I shouted. "Tell me the reason! Why do you get so angry?"

Paty's face was red and her lips were trembling in anger. I knew that I must be on to something. I had never seen her so angry in my life. She was obviously struggling somehow. Maybe if I pushed her a little more, her pain would spill into the room and I could heal whatever it is that haunts her. "Come on! Tell me your stupid, fucking reason, Paty!"

For a second, I thought that she would crack. Tears had begun to fall from her eyes. I began to slide closer to her to hold her and let her release her pain.

But, the second I began to reach toward her, she turned towards me with eyes bright white with spite. "Get away from me!" she screamed and she hit my arm away from her. "Get the fuck out of here!"

I retreated across the bed a little ways, but then crossed my arms across my chest. "No," I said calmly. "I'm staying here until you tell me."

"Get out!" Her voice was so loud that it was cracking. Certainly the walls of the mansion themselves shook.

"No," I said though my confidence was quickly slipping down the sheets towards the door.

I thought that my skin would catch fire with the look that she gave me. She climbed off the bed and began to pull on the clothes that she had worn during the day.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

She ignored me and continued getting dressed. She collected her cell phone and car keys.

"I'm not leaving your bed until you tell me!" I said hoping that I could provoke some sort of response. Her silence was beginning to scare me more than her yelling.

"I'll be right here in your bed!" I screamed at her as she walked out of the room.

I listened as her footsteps receded down the hall. Soon I heard her car start and drive off down the driveway. "Fuck!"

Forty minutes later, I had barely moved, but I jumped when the phone began ringing. It was Alba.

"Hello?"

I had never seen Alba mad before. I think that I am happy that she was at the other end of the phone line. She lit into me with a vigor I could never conceive.

"Laysan, you are a stupid, fucking bitch!"

"Alba, I..."

"Don't fucking talk to me, just listen."

"I was just trying to help her heal whatever..."

"Shut the fuck up, Laysan!" I could hear someone crying in the background on the other end of the phone. Big, painful wails. It was Paty. She had gone to Alba.

"You aren't content with your little paradise, are you, Laysan? You're always working so hard to fuck it all up!"

I began to get nervous. I started to imagine Paty kicking me out of her house, out of her life. Kicking me out into the real world.

"No, Alba! Please tell her I'm sorry! I love her so much!" Tears began to fall like heavy rain. I wouldn't survive without Paty's love. The world itself would eat me in a second.

"Listen to me, Laysan!" Alba said with a certain threatening tone in her voice. "Get the fuck out her bed now!"

"Ok, ok! I'm getting out!" I scrambled to the edge and dropped to the floor.

"Listen to me, Laysan. You had better find a way to express your regret for your actions tonight."

"Ok." My voice was trembling with fear.

"You need to find a way to rectify the situation. Do you understand me, Laysan?"

I didn't really understand what she meant, but I was too afraid to say "no".

"Ok, Alba. I'll do anything. Tell her I'm sorry!"

"Just do it!" And Alba hung up.

Chapter 8

I paced aimlessly from room to room around the mansion quietly cursing Alba. "Rectify? What a stupid word. 'Rectify'. I hate that fucking word. Alba should go rectify herself. Fucking bitch."

I don't know that I was particularly angry at Alba. I just felt overwhelmed with negative emotions. I was angry with myself mainly. Eventually, I sat on the toilet rocking back and forth. For a while I was even too tense to go pee. Eventually, I relaxed and thought of what I should do to 'rectify' things. I didn't want to lose Paty's love. I didn't want anything about our relationship to change. I was happy. I decided that I needed to be as submissive as possible. I needed to show her that I am the perfect slave.

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I padded down to our equipment storeroom and perused the large array of bondage paraphernalia that Paty owned. Most of it was custom made for me. It was quite an investment. Certainly she wasn't so angry that she would throw me out. Then all this equipment would be worthless to her. The thought of her kicking me out of her house sent shivers through my naked body. Tears began to drip steadily from my eyes again.

I had been out in the real world before. It ate me up and spit me out. I'm simply not designed for modern life's fast paced, results oriented society. I'm a dreamer. I suck at actually doing things. I get blocked with fear by the thought of doing even simple tasks that are required to survive. For example, I understand banking and earning interest on money and saving, but I just can't organize myself well enough to employ that knowledge and effectively bank. I can't maintain a swath of bill payments. I can't organize a household or maintain an attractive garden. I can't hold steady jobs. The concept of time schedules is difficult for me to handle.

When I say these things you may get the impression that I am lazy. You would not be the first to believe that of me. But, actually, I'm not lazy. It’s just… For example, if I know that I have to be somewhere at a particular time. Or, if I know that I have a deadline that I have to meet. Inevitably, something will catch my attention, it will pull me in somehow, and the next thing that I know, I'm late or the deadline has passed.

I was even tested for Attention Deficit Disorder long ago as a teenager. I don't have that either. I actually DO have the ability to focus on one thing for a long period of time. I just don't seem to have any ability to dictate the thing that I need to focus on. The topic chooses me.

I could not survive if Paty kicked me out.

When I was younger I lived a fake life to get by. I resorted to my beauty to manipulate people to help me survive. I had even had a lengthy heterosexual relationship hoping to find comfort in the security of fitting in with society's expectations. I did this even though I've known all my life that I am a lesbian. A sad, lonely, shy lesbian.

Being Paty's slave is the only authentic thing that I've done my entire life. Declaring my love for Paty was the first authentic expression of emotion that I ever remember. I could not survive without her love.

I’d do anything to prove that I am her submissive slave. Anything!

I had gathered the equipment that I had chosen to use to prove my submissiveness and I hefted it to the dungeon and into the cage. I filled a water bottle, stocked a container of energy bars, and checked that the bed pan was accessible. I sent a text message to Alba with one word: "Purgatory". Now, Alba would know where to find me if Paty no longer wanted me. I set a timer on the winch and climbed into the cage. After five minutes the cage was hoisted up towards the ceiling and I was sealed inside until Paty saw fit to come and save me.

But, I also wanted to give the impression that I was 'rectifying' the situation. I had brought the heaviest set of chains that Paty has ever bought for me. Extremely wide heavy cuffs lock around my wrists and ankles. Ceylon custom made the shackles for me so they fit tightly and comfortably even with their considerable weight. They are effectively designed to keep their captive particularly restricted in movement at all times. My wrist shackles were connected by only three large links; my ankles were restricted to less than half a meter. A central chain linked the ankle and wrist chains. This central chain continued from my wrists up to a wide, custom built collar. The length of the central chain had also been customized for me. Once I put on the collar, if I were able to stand, the central chain would be taut and my wrists would be held at my midriff. Additionally, after linking through my ankle chains, the central chain continued on for another meter or so and its endpoint was punctuated by a heavy metal ball.

I have worn these chains occasionally out and about the mansion. They are so heavy that even with their tight custom fit, they can begin to bruise. So if there is an ideal time to wear them, it is when you are lying down. Even still, you always know they are attached to your limbs, because every movement requires effort. Even when you are asleep. The subconscious desire to move an arm is a task which, for example, doubles in effort when the short wrist chain pulls the second arm along. That effort is further increased by the weight of the shackles and chain.

I quickly closed the shackles around my wrists and ankles. The sturdy key lay on a bench far below me. I would not be able to take them off again as long as I was suspended in my cage. Next, I locked the collar around my neck. Its cold surfaces matched exactly every curve of my  throat and slim neck. And despite its comfortable fit, I could still feel its weight press down against my collarbones.

Normally, when I put on these chains an erotic thrill tingles throughout my body. I did not feel that sensation this time though. Instead there was something deeper which triggered a fearful sense of nervousness deep in the pit of my stomach. This time I felt like I was adding solder to the fate which seals me in the role of a slave. I felt that this particular application of the chains is meant to say that I am a slave, that others should expect me to be bound as one. I felt like I was placing items of bondage upon my very soul.

Finally, I began to apply a particularly secure blindfold and its integrated head harness. The thick pads of the blindfold pressed deeply, filling the contours of my eye sockets. Two straps extended from the bottom of the blindfold down my cheeks and under my chin where they joined together. A strap on each side of the blindfold ran back just above my ears where they met up with two additional straps which prevented the blindfold from sliding down my face. Straps from under my chin joined these other straps in the hollow space at the back of my head where a tightly pulled locking buckle held everything snuggly in place.

And so I lay quietly in my cage high above the floor in the darkness above the lights praying that my self imposed restrictions would suitably prove my devotion to Paty. Hopefully she will see that I would do anything for her - my lover, my Mistress.

Chapter 9

I fell hard out of some troubled dream by the sound of Alba's voice. "Wake up, my little slave..."

It took me a moment to recall my situation as I struggled to see in my self imposed darkness. By the direction of Alba's voice, I had apparently been lowered back down under the lights. I felt a hand lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Alba? Where's Paty? Please tell her I'm sorry." I was worried that she had sent Alba to throw me out on the streets. "I love her so much. I can't live without her. I need her!"

My plea landed upon silence, although after a moment I thought I heard a quiet sniff off to the right.

"Don't worry, my little slave," Alba whispered. "Paty loves you, too... We all do."

"Paty?" I said. "I love you!"

"You have done an excellent job of demonstrating your submission. But we have something special to add tonight. Ceylon is here and she has brought your new gag."

My heart started thumping in my chest and ears. My body became tense. Ceylon's presence always seemed to accompany some new form of bondage. Well, I had just said that I would do anything. If this is what Paty wanted, then I was ready. "Okay..." I whispered.

"First we need to get you out of the cage," Alba said.

I pulled my chains around me and curled up on one side of the cage. I heard the winch engage and soon the cage settled on the floor and the plate dropped away from the hatch.

"Can you hand your steel ball through the top?" Alba asked. With some trouble I pushed it up until someone grabbed it. Next I felt calm hands guide me to the opening and I slowly stood up. Two sets of arms lifted me out of the cage and carried me a short distance until they set me down on a small chair.

"The keys to the chains and blindfold are on the bench by the door," I suggested.

"Don't worry, little slave. Your current restrictions will not impede our task." Groan! That is what I was afraid of.

I sat in silence, waiting, trying to fold into myself and disappear in the darkness of my world.

"Hi, Laysan, it's me, Ceylon." I turned in the direction of her voice and nodded my head.

"The molds of the inside of your mouth were perfect and I am very excited to be able to finally fit your gag. I think that you will find it very comfortable. Even after wearing it for a long time."

I wanted to say something, particularly now, knowing that I wouldn't be able to say anything soon, but for some reason, I could not. How long were they going to make me wear the gag? Would they ever take it out? I could feel my body start to shiver.

"Ok, I'll need you to open your mouth. I'm going to need to pull on your tongue a little. Several parts of the gag will need to lock onto the stud in your tongue."

I tentatively opened my mouth. "A little wider please," Ceylon said.

I felt a piece of gauze wrap around the end of my tongue and pull on it. I felt another hand begin to gently stroke my hair as though to comfort me. Was it Paty, my love?

Ceylon had several fingers in my mouth. She pressed down on my piercing and I felt a rigid plate slide underneath my tongue. Her hands shook a little with effort until I felt a click and the piercing jerked around a little in its hole. The gauze was unwrapped from my tongue. Ceylon pushed it and the plate back in my mouth until it settled behind my bottom teeth.

"Perfect fit!" she said.

I experimentally attempted to move my tongue, but the plate was heavy enough to keep me from lifting it to the top of my mouth.

"Ok, now for the top part of the gag." I felt something slide over the top of my tongue and after another brief struggle, I felt the plate snap around the bead of the stud piercing on top.

I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times. I was surprised that the gag felt loose in my mouth and the top plate clacked around against my teeth.

"One more piece," Ceylon said.

I opened my mouth. Ceylon began to push another plate into my mouth between the top plate and my tongue. The piece must have been shaped like a wedge, because as she pushed it further inside, I felt the top plate begin to press against the roof of my mouth while my tongue became flattened down on the bottom plate. 

A nervous humming sound issued involuntarily from my throat. A whisper tickled my ear. "Don't worry, Baby." 

Paty!

I felt Ceylon's fingers on my cheeks and my head was pushed back against the headrest of the chair. After what must have been considerable effort, I felt the third plate snap onto the post of my tongue piercing. I thought I sensed additional pops between the plates, but I'm not sure.

"Great!" Ceylon said. "Close your jaw please."

As I closed my mouth, I felt the top section suction itself tightly against the roof of my mouth. Stunned by the sensation, I quickly tried to reopen my jaws. I could do it but there was some effort as the top plate seemed to seal perfectly against the terrain of my mouth.

"No! Close, please..." Ceylon insisted.

I did as she said and felt the top plate slide comfortably back up between my upper teeth, filling the space completely.

"An excellent fit! Okay... Now to lock it in place." She pulled back one cheek and I felt a small metal tool of some sort slide through the space where my molar had once been. The tool must have slid into some section of the gag as well. She let go of the tool and it stayed in place pulling my lip back on that side. She repeated the process with a second tool on the opposite side of my mouth.

"These next two pieces are particularly delicate. We'll need to be very careful not to break them."

I felt something as narrow as floss, but much less forgiving being inserted between two teeth on the lower right side of my mouth. Moments later a second sensation followed on the left side. 

"Ok. Paty, I need you to push on these two pieces. Not too hard! You should be able to feel resistance when they are fully inserted." 

I felt pressure being applied to the two narrow floss-like instruments.

"Now, Alba, on the count of three, I need you to turn the key on your side."

"Which way?" Alba asked.

"Um... counter clockwise for you... And, Paty, keep pushing. Ready? One... two... three..."

I felt a scraping sensation somewhere from within the gag and along the back of some of my teeth.

"Ok! That's good!" All the instruments were pulled from my mouth. "Try to open your jaw now, Laysan."

I tried, but could not open it at all. My teeth were tightly sealed around the plates which filled my mouth and held my tongue so securely.

"Wow!" Alba said. "You would never know she was gagged. You'd just think she was smiling. Or, um, grimacing, as it were."

I quickly closed my lips, frightened. I didn't want to give Alba the chance to admire my bondage, invisible or not.

"Say something, pretty, little slave!" Alba said.

I made a quiet humming sound muffled behind the solid plates. Without the ability to move any part of my mouth, there would be no opportunity for the creation of consonants, just a simple hum.

"The keys engage clamps which insert themselves around the wires that we cemented to the backs of her teeth three weeks ago," Ceylon explained with pride. "She can be fed her liquid diet through the spaces where her molars used to be at the back of the gag. Also, if her sinuses become blocked she will be able to breathe through those holes. Basically, as long as she gets a proper fluoride treatment occasionally, she could wear the gag for the rest of her life."

That statement sent me into a minor frenzy - humming and jerking at the heavy chains that held my limbs so well. I wanted the thing out of my mouth. I started to feel like I wasn't going to be able to get enough air with it in place. 

"Shhh, Laysan, calm down." I was happy that Paty was beside me. I was trying to get control again, but I was quite certain that I was going to pass out. I opened my lips and heard my breath whistle through the gag as I hyperventilated.

“So, it will take four hands to unlock the gag,” Ceylon said in a disgustingly matter-of-fact manner. “Two people could unlock it, but ideally, you should have three, just so the tools are moved precisely as needed. Who’s going to keep the keys? Alba?”

“Yes. Alba,” Paty said.

I pointed my face in Paty’s direction and grunted.

"Shhhh... it's ok..."

I tried to call out to Paty, but only heard a quiet hum deep in my head.

"You're ok... You are with people that love you..."

Finally, as I started calming down a little. I felt my body lifted from the chair. My anxiety started to lift as well when I realized that they were putting me back in the cage. I shook my head and tried to climb back out of the cage.

"Laysan! You're going to hurt yourself! Sit down!" I was somewhat stunned by the stern tone in Alba's voice, but it was not enough to deter my efforts. I was having a panic attack. Maybe if I could get the blindfold off...

I felt a hand grab the chain close to where it connected to my collar. It must have been Ceylon, because any resistance that I exercised was easily negated. Finally, I was held against the bars at one end of the cage. I heard the winch engage followed by the sound of the hatch sealing.

As the cage rose into the air, I heard Paty whisper into my ear, "It's ok, Laysan. I love you! I will keep you as my slave forever."

I turned to the source of her voice and shook my head, humming frantically. Even still, I knew that the cage continued to rise up towards the ceiling. Paty!



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