0 comments/ 15457 views/ 7 favorites Willing Captive By: Greyson35 I shifted my leg and the resulting clang sounded loud in the silence. I hadn't counted on the boredom. The hours of nothing to do and no stimulus and sometimes not even light, or sight. Nothing but my own thoughts. Sometimes not even my own voice. I could grunt if I wanted to, but the mouth piece locked into place by leather straps ensured my silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I had never realized how dear it was even just having the option to speak. Or see. The blindfold was currently snapped into the contraption on my head so I couldn't even pass the time by looking around my prison. I restlessly shift my leg again, purposefully causing the chain locked around my ankle to make noise as it slid across the concrete. I try to kill a few minutes by imagining my surroundings. The mattress I am currently laying on is covered by a gray sheet. I know the blanket is pushed next to the wall. Even though I'm naked the temperature is comfortable. The walls are sealed gray concrete block. There is one small window but it has been painted black. The room itself isn't very large, if I had to guess I would say it was 10 feet by 12 feet. The light comes from a shop light running down the middle of the ceiling. I am pretty sure it is currently turned off. When it is on there is a slight hum and right now the room is completely silent. There are precisely ten items in the room besides myself and my chain. My mattress, one sheet, one blanket, a bucket in the far corner, a lid on the bucket, a roll of toilet paper next to the bucket, the hitching ring my chain is locked to, the lock on the chain, a hook and a key on the hook. This is the 'key that doesn't exist'. A safety precaution. Should it be a life and death situation I can free myself. Yes, I have agreed to this. It started a few months ago with an innocent comment. One evening after a particularly intense flogging session, when my mind starts to come back and the conversation flows easiest between my Sir and I, I wondered out loud what it would really be like to be a slave. Someone who had been taken against their will to serve however their owner saw fit. The discussion that followed touched mostly on the things someone would have to take into account. The captive slave would have to be treated as if they were always going to attack and try to escape. We agreed that the captor should use both the reward and punishment methods of training. How every little detail would have to be thought of before hand lest an escape be made and the cops brought. I had forgotten about the conversation until several weeks later when Sir asked if I had been serious, if I truly wanted to experience life as a captive slave, at least in as far as we would be able to manage. I agreed that I did want to know, having no clue what so ever what I was really signing myself up for. As I lay here I entertain myself by going over the events that had led me to this moment. We had agreed to fully experience this it would need to last for several weeks so I made arrangements with my job to be gone for a month. I wasn't going to know exactly when my enslavement would begin or end, only the general time, in regards to knowing it would happen within that month. I wasn't to know how my capture would happen. I wasn't told a single detail. The only thing I was told about was that there would be, in my prison, a key that didn't exist. His life would continue as normal so he would be away from the house at times, and Sir had no wish to endanger my life, thus the non-existing key. I knew if I were to follow the chain to the hitching ring, and reach up as far as I could up the wall without going on my tip toes I would be able to feel the hook. By stretching on my tip toes I could remove the key, which would remove the chain from around my ankle allowing me to escape the house. The penalty for using it in anything other than a life or death situation was severe - 100 strokes with the cane. I hated the cane, so this was more than sufficient motivation. When I got home from work the evening my vacation began, I was a bundle of nerves wondering when the hammer would fall, when my captivity would begin. Finally after two days I began to relax. For all I knew he wouldn't start things until the second or third week, since I had no idea how long it would last. The night of the fourth day I was sleeping extremely hard due to the multiple orgasms I had experienced that night. The playing, the flogging, the sex, were rather typical for us. Something that on the average happened several times a week. I knew from talking to others how very lucky we were to be able to play pretty much whenever we wanted. I woke up to someone standing over me wearing a ski mask. The adrenaline rush from fright was intense. He was on me before I could move. It took me a second to realize what was happening. Then I began to fight as hard as I could. I did not hold anything back. I had only one goal, escape him and make it to the door in the garage that led to the side yard. If I could tag that door then I have escaped, game over. I was instructed to do my absolute best to escape, that if he felt I wasn't giving it my all I would be punished for it. I had never before tried with all I had to escape my Sir, I had always guessed it would be a futile thing. Now I knew for certain. A woman with no defense training is absolutely no match for a man who not only has military training, 18 years of service, but continues to workout daily, even now. The contest was practically over before it began. I had started out on my back but I was now on my stomach, arms handcuffed behind me and feet tied. I drew a breath to scream and a ball gag was shoved in and secured behind my head. (This was rather pointless anyways as our nearest neighbor is 3 miles away.) My feet were pulled up to my hands and after a moment they were locked together with a chain he wrapped around my ankles over the rope. Next he used a strap to pull my elbows closer together. Finally he shifted me to put another strap underneath me, which he then tightened so that my heels were pushed into my ass checks. It was one of the strictest hogties I had ever been in. When he was satisfied that escape was absolutely impossible he stepped out of the room only to return rolling a large box on a dolly. He slipped a hood over my head before he proceeded to lift me into the box and tape me inside it. It was absolutely one of the most uncomfortable things I have ever experienced. I could feel parts of me begin to fall asleep even as I felt the box begin move. It wasn't very long before I was completely turned around. The only thing I was fairly certain of was that we hadn't actually left the house. After a few minutes the box was laid down and I could hear him doing something to the outside. Then the box and I were pushed until we started to tilt. For a few seconds I was sure I was about to fall, but the incline eventually leveled out and soon I was sliding down something. When I hit the bottom I could hear something being shifted or moved next to me. Then I heard his footsteps coming down what had to be the stairs to the basement. Shortly the tape was removed from the box and I was lifted out to be placed on a mattress. I could feel another chain placed around my right ankle and locked into place. He unstrapped and unlocked me enough that only the handcuffs and the chain around my ankle were left. Then he released one side of the cuffs. By the time I'd reached around to pull the hood off of my head he had stepped out of my reach. I quickly sat up, and then stood up. It was then that I saw that the chain around my ankle was attached to a hitching ring in the wall. The chain was short enough that I couldn't reach where he stood at the foot of the stairs. I tried to remove the ball gag and found it was locked. Even knowing it was my beloved Sir behind that mask, even knowing this would be over in three weeks or less, I still felt fear coursing through me as I looked at the almost emotionless expression in his eyes. He held up a handcuff key and finally spoke, "Remove the cuffs and toss them and the key to my feet. Refuse, do less, or do more and you will be punished." He tossed the key on to the mattress at my feet. I knew there was no escape in my current situation and nothing to be gained from refusing so I picked up the key, unlocked the remaining half of the handcuffs and tossed both at his feet. "Good. Behave, do as you're told and this will go much better for you." And with that warning he picked up the cuffs and key, turned, walked up the stairs, switched the light off, and shut the door behind him. It was completely, absolutely, dark. I stood there for a few minutes feeling stunned. It had happened so quickly. I felt fear and uncertainty, wondering if I really wanted this. Fairly certain I didn't, but knowing there was nothing to do but see this through, and try my damndest to escape. After a few minutes I sat down on the bare mattress. In time I even managed to drift off to sleep. I woke up to the sound of boots coming down the stairs. The sudden light blinded me for a moment. I scurried until my back was against the wall, pressing myself against it, afraid of what is coming next. I have no idea, could be good or bad but it didn't stop me from dreading. He still has the mask on. Intellectually I know it is to create distance between us, as if I truly had been taken by a stranger. It was working. I really felt like I was looking into the eyes of someone I had never known. My jaw was hurting from the ball gag and I started to beg him to remove it as best I could, moaning through the gag and making gestures miming removing the gag. His response was instant and thunderous, "Quiet!" It startled me so that I immediately subsided. He looked at me for a long moment before he pointed at the center of the floor and said, "Lay down on your stomach, ankles crossed, hands behind your head. This is the position you will assume anytime I come into this room." Looking at him, my heart pounding, all I could do was shake my head no. His demeanor did not change at all, he still seemed distant as he told me, "Obey or be punished." I could only shake my head a little faster and try to push myself further back, making myself as small as I could. He crossed the room in two strides, surprising me when he headed to the hitching ring and picked up the chain. He then started pulling the chain towards him as he moved to the center of the room. I fought to stay where I was but very quickly found myself sliding across the cold concrete. When he had pulled me to the middle he flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hands behind my back and had me in the handcuffs before I could even try to resist. The cold on my bare skin was shocking and began to seep into me. He wrapped the chain attached to my ankle around both of my legs and I heard a lock click. He obviously had been hiding them in his pocket. I turned my head and watched as he went up the stairs and returned shortly with a piece of peg board. He took it to the wall across from where the mattress was, and leaned it there before he went back up stairs to return with his toolbox, a drill and a black duffle bag. The mattress was smaller than a twin, I was in the middle of the floor, and the room was small enough that he had to be careful to avoid stepping on me as he worked. The drill was very loud as he worked on securing the peg board in place about half an inch from the wall, roughly three feet from the floor. From my view point of the floor I guessed the peg board was about 3 by 4 feet. He then started putting the hooks into the holes and I realized there were marks indicating where each peg should be placed. By now the concrete floor had made me cold enough that I was shivering slightly. I concentrated on not moving or making any noise as I watched him working. I knew that as miserable as I was lying on the floor it would be preferable to what ever happened to me after he finished what he was doing. I knew he hadn't forgotten about his promised punishment and that making me lay here waiting was part of it, to give me time to dread, to worry. After he had the hooks put into place he started pulling things out of the duffle bag. First were wrist and ankle cuffs. They were leather lined, wrapped in polished steel, and lockable. Next came several short lengths of chain. Then a bunch of locks on a ring. He would pick up an item, place it precisely, and reach down for the next item. By the time he had emptied the bag the peg board was covered in various restraints, gags, blindfolds, and harnesses. When he turned to face me, he reached up and pulled off his mask. I don't know why but this scared me more than anything he had done so far. I started trying to worm myself away from him, but all he had to do was bend down and reach his arm out to grab me. My thrashing was useless. He looked into my eyes and told me calmly, "Be still or this is going to be worse." I knew there was no escape, I knew I should obey to make things easier on myself, but I couldn't control my urge to get away. He let me go, stood up, and took several things from the peg board. I had managed to scoot to the mattress when he returned and knelt at my side. He pulled my ankles towards my wrists and with the snap of a lock had me hogtied again. He then put the four steel and leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and I could feel him doing something with more chain. He released me from the hogtie, and pulled me to my feet. When I tried to take a step away from him I realized that while I was no longer attached to the wall, I was hobbled by a short length of chain. There was also about a foot of chain between my hands. I tried to step away from him despite my limited movement. He huffed at me in impatience and grabbed the chain between my hands, pulling up until my arms were folded up high against my back. He then forced me to walk the few feet to the wall next to the peg board where he pinned me, turning my head away from the board. I felt him reach for something and then a collar was being wrapped around my throat and locked into place. He pulled a chain through the gap between my neck and the collar and used it along with another lock to secure the chain between my hands to the back of the collar and finally he clipped a leash to the ring in front. He stepped away from me and with a tug on the leash he began moving towards the stairway. He moved slowly enough that even with my hobbling steps I was able to keep up. The pressure on the collar was enough that I had no choice but to continue to move forward. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to make it up the stairs but when we reached them, and he moved behind me and nudged me forward to move up the stairs, I found I was just able to step up if I was very careful. At the top of the stairs he once again moved in front and began leading me towards our guest room. When I crossed the threshold I discovered what he had been working on last month in his shop. It wasn't uncommon for him to work for hours in the shop but that time I had been forbidden to go in. His secret project was a piece of bondage furniture that I knew I wasn't going to like. It was unlike anything I had seen before. I wasn't given a chance to study it as he had been continually pulling me towards it. When we reached it he pulled the leash down so I was forced to bend over the end of the contraption. While the wood was painted and sealed it was completely unpadded. It sort of resembled a wide top saw horse but there were arms sticking out of each side near the other end, with supports underneath them. He pulled a strap across my waist, tightened it and secured the buckle with a lock. Even if he did release me from all of my other bonds I would still be trapped. This thing felt solid enough that I knew I wouldn't be able to move it much, if at all. He then released one of my wrists only to pull it to out to the side where he secured it to the end of the arm of the device. He repeated the step with the other arm and then, pulling my legs wide, he secured each ankle to the legs of the thing I suddenly decided to call The Trap. Because I was, absolutely, trapped. He even pulled the leash through a hole under my neck and secured it someplace below so that I was unable to lift my head or even change the direction I faced. This left me very exposed. Each of my breasts hung down on each side of the top my torso was resting on and I could feel how vulnerable my pussy and ass were. Finally he removed the ball gag. I had no idea how long it had been in there but I almost couldn't move my jaw. After a minute he returned to me and put a cup with a bendy straw sticking out in front of me and simply said, "Drink." I was so thirsty I didn't hesitate. I finished the water and looked at him watching me. After a moment I got the courage up to speak. There was a part of me, in the very back of my mind that wondered at my reactions to him now. I knew he was still the same man who loved me and owned not only my body but my heart as well. But here in this moment he was an unknown quantity. I really couldn't guess how he might react to my speaking. But things had gotten critical. "Please," I said, asking for permission. He looked at me like he was curious what I would say, "Yes, slave?" His calling me slave hit me almost like a physical jolt. It was shocking. For a second I almost forgot what I was going to ask, but after a moment I said rather timidly, "Please I need to pee." Now normally I would have called him Sir. I always called him Sir when I asked for something as his girl, as his property. But this had been so different that I actually found myself sinking into the role. The role of unwilling captive. He stroked my head for a moment before he grabbed the hair at the back of my head, tilting as far as I was able to move, and got right in my face. He said rather calmly, "There are rules. The first of these is that you are always to call me Master, do you understand slave?" I looked at him and couldn't do it. I felt the same struggle inside of myself as when I had first tried to call him Sir. It was as if the word refused to cross my lips. I almost wanted to say it but absolutely couldn't do it. The hand at the back of my head tightened and he said, "You will." He moved away from me and I could hear him getting something out of the large chest of drawers. I couldn't see what he was doing and tried to turn my head but it was absolutely useless. I started to panic a little and thrashed in my bonds. Or rather I tried to thrash, I was secured well enough that the result was only a slight wiggle. He came back around and he had something in his hand. As he brought it up to my face I saw that it was an inflatable gag. I started to beg him, "No, please, no." But it was quickly buckled around my head and then he pumped it up enough that my cheeks bulged. He patted my head, laughed and said, "Wouldn't want you to alert the neighbors." He went back to the other side of the room and returned holding a cane. All I could do was look at it and whimper. I absolutely hated the cane. He grabbed the harness on my head and again getting into my face he said, "You have earned several punishments today. If you had obeyed all of this could have been avoided. Now then, the first was you disobeyed my order to lay in the middle of the basement floor. For that one you will get three strokes with the cane. Secondly you continued to move away from me even after I told you not to. That one earns you two." He moved to the other side of me and I tried so very hard to get loose, to turn my head, to do anything. But I was completely secured. There was no real warning. A whistle a split second before pain flashed across my left ass cheek. I was barely able to suck in a breath through my nose when the next stroke came, this one across my right cheek. I screamed into the gag. It came out almost as a moan. The next three came in quick succession, the final one landing at the top of both thighs in my sit spot. I had never known such pain. I was crying now, wailing into the gag. When he came around where I could see him I tried to beg him with my eyes. I would do anything to stop this. I would have promised anything. Willing Captive He had been watching her all night. She came in here quite often and he was normally in with friends. She teased all those around her and tonight in her short, strappy black dress that barely covered her ass she was a temptation to all those around her. She sometimes danced with people though she wasn't always in the mood. Tonight though he had gotten lucky, in a darker corner of the pub they had danced together. Her warm ass pressed to the lump at the front of his jeans as they swayed together. She was about five foot four with soft blonde hair, small perky tits that looked like they with be delicious to play with and bite and from the odd look and general feel he was sure that she was shaven. He had been trying to decide what to do and tonight he was going to find out. There was a multi-story car park out the back, he knew she was picked up in there sometimes or if she hadn't been drinking she left her car there. When it got towards closing time and he saw where she was going he slipped out after her. Nick was six foot tall and broadly built and she had teased him for the last time. He knew the lifts weren't working so walked past her and up the stairwell towards the top. It was well lit and un-threatening with security cameras. Luckily Nick knew where the cameras were and where they pointed thanks to a particularly dirty lass who worked security there and was very friendly. He heard the door open at the bottom and her humming to herself as she started up the stairs. As she walked higher he turned round and started walking back down like he had forgotten something. She smiled at him, recognising him as he came down the stairs then just as they passed each other he whirled, grabbing her hands and spinning her round so she was facing out over the edge of the railing down a couple of flights of stairs, straight down. She gasped in shock as his deep voice warned her to keep very still or she might have a horrible accident. She felt his body pressed against hers as she looked straight down, only his legs and what she was sure was a very hard cock pressing against her kept her bent over the railings looking down. There was a slithering sound and then she felt the coolness of leather, must be his belt, being wrapped around her wrists that he held behind her back. She kept looking down, a thousand thoughts racing through her head, trying to decide what she should do when she felt his hands release her now bound arms. They were tied behind her back and she could do nothing. If she screamed what was to stop him from just pushing her over the edge. She was scared and yet she could also feel the arousal burning inside her. She felt his hands on her thighs as they slowly slid up her legs, reaching the hem of her dress and raising it up and up until she was exposed. Her black lacy panties and the soft skin of the back of her thighs rubbing against the coarseness of his jeans as her breathing quickened. He hooked his fingers into her panties and almost gently drew them down her legs then kicked her feet apart as she gasped feeling herself wobble. In a second his fingers were in her hair, pulling her head up and back as she felt her bare ass against him now. She felt his fingers sliding between his jeans and her ass, felt them slide the zipper down and the heat of what felt like a thick cock slide down between her ass cheeks. He spun her round and lifted her now so she was sat precariously on the railings. Hands tied behind her back, naked from the waist down and now her tight shaven cunt level with his throbbing cock... She looked down and admired it, long and thick and rubbing her clit with the head she tried not to think about the long way down. "Beg for my cock and make it good slut..." She looked him in the eyes and begged with every slutty word she could think off and he drove it inside her. She wrapped her legs round him as she tried to pull him deeper into her. His strong arms grabbed her holding her as he rammed his cock deep in and out of her tight fuck hole. She started moaning as he thrust his length in and out of her. Pulling out he pulled her ass off the railing and bent her over and the waist, kicking her legs apart as he grabbed her arms to hold her with and forced his hard cock back into her soaked pussy. He fucked her hard and brutally, taking his pleasure from her tight hole before pulling out once more, spinning her round and pushing her to her knees. She eagerly opened her mouth knowing what was coming and submitting herself to him as he rammed his cock to the back of her throat and exploded pumping streams of cum down her throat as he fucked her face. Pulling back finally he sent the last streams of his cream onto her face where it merged with her smudged make up. Finally spent for the moment he stepped back and undid the belt from around her arms. Still not letting her stand up he grabbed her dress and dragged it up over her head, dropping it with her panties on the ground. Next to go was the bra as she knelt there unmoving. As she knelt there he scooped his cum from her face and fed it to her which she quickly gulped down. Finally he looped his belt around her neck making an impromptu leash. Picking up her clothes leaving her in just her heels he ordered her to her feet then led her through the car park to where his car was waiting. He made her lie on her back on the bonnet as he slowly admired her naked body. She was saying nothing though he could tell she was horny as she was still soaked from his fucking of her. He leaned down and began kissing her neck down to her nipples before licking, sucking and nibbling on them as she moaned and writhed on the cold metal. He bit down sharply on each one and felt her squirm again. His thick thumb found her clit and rubbed hard as she looked up at him gasping. "Cum for me slut..." She looked at his face then her eyes glazed over as she exploded hard. She when she finally relaxed and flopped back against the car, naked, wet and filled with his cum she looked so content. He led her round to the back of the car, opening the boot he made her lie inside on the blanket. "What is your name?" He asked curiously... "Helena," she replied before he shut the boot. He got into the car and drove off ready for the next part of his plan. Willing Captive He waited for a few minutes, allowing me to calm down and adjust to the pain. Then he again hunched down to face me and said calmly, "Now then slave, those were only medium strokes. These next three will be the hardest ones you will have ever felt. They are for the gravest offence. All you had to do was call me Master. You are now a slave, my slave, and I own you. I am your Master. I alone rule you and your only concern in life now is to obey me." With that he stood up and he stayed on this side where I could see him. He gained the position he wanted, turned his head to look in my eyes and said, "You will call me Master." He looked back at my ass and brought the cane down with more force than I ever thought he would use on me. The pain that followed was white hot agony. I screamed, and felt my bladder empty onto the floor. Tears were streaming down my face, snot was running out of my nose and I was having a hard time catching my breath. He paused only for a moment before delivering the next stroke, and after that, very quickly, the final one. I was mindless with the pain. I have no idea what happened after that. I only know I was then somehow on the floor in a huddle. My hands were secured in front of me. He sat on the floor and pulled my head into his lap. He removed the gag and I couldn't get the words out fast enough. "Master, I'm so sorry please forgive me." I was sobbing with my face buried against his leg, holding onto his jeans. I was broken. I was his. There was a detached part of me that was amazed at how quickly I had succumbed. It was only the first day, the first punishment, only eight strokes with a cane, something many considered to be nothing. But this was my beloved, my owner, my Sir, my Master, punishing me, holding me, demanding I give in to him. I was ashamed I had not been able to obey him from the start. But then that little last part of me that refused to let go, to submit, always needed to be pushed, to be forced, to be broken. And as much as I wanted to try to pretend that I had been captured by a stranger and forced to be a slave, I knew I was willing. I wanted to give him everything. He pulled me into his lap and even though I gasped when the welts touched his jeans still I was grateful to be there. He held me tightly against his chest and rubbed my back, comforting me, calming me. After a moment I realized he had cleaned me up and I was again hobbled and still leashed. I wondered at this. Were we going to continue? I had my answer soon enough when he gently pushed me off of his lap and stood up. "Slave you made a mess, clean it up." With that he handed me a towel and some cleaner and pointed to the bucket sitting under The Trap. I hadn't noticed it before. I was however thankful he had been prepared, because except for a few drops that escaped, and having to hobble to the bathroom carrying a urine filled bucket, there was very little clean up. After that was taken care of he secured the chain between my wrists to a bar in the shower. I looked at him questioningly. He said, "Slave we still need to go over the rules but first you need to be hosed down, I don't like dirty slaves." He took the hand held shower head and turned it on me even as he twisted the cold water knob. I shrieked when the icy cold water hit me. He quickly hosed me from head to toe. My teeth were chattering when he released my wrists and handed me a clean towel. After I dried myself off he led me to the living room where he sat in his easy chair. He indicated I was to kneel at his feet. He then wrapped the leash around his hand until his fist was right under my chin, and he pulled me closer. "Now then slave, as I was trying to explain, before your little, indiscretion, there are rules. First, as you know, is that you are to call me Master. Second is you must obey me without hesitation. As I demonstrated earlier, when I enter the basement you will lay in the middle of the floor, ankles crossed and hands behind your head. Lastly, once I give you the privilege of being in the house by yourself, if I enter a room you will stop what you're doing, turn to face me, clasp your hands behind your back and give me your undivided attention. You will maintain that pose either until I tell you different or until I leave the room. Do you understand?" I nodded my head as much as I was able. He raised one eyebrow and I realized my mistake. "Yes Master, I understand." I said. He gave a slight nod to indicate his approval. "Also," he said, "You will earn such things as a blanket and warm water by your obedience." I replied, "Yes Master." He then proceeded to tell me my duties. Each morning after my hose off I would be secured in the kitchen where I would prepare breakfast, make him a lunch to go and clean up the morning dishes. I was to eat at his feet, and would be fed from his hand. While he was gone from about 9 to 3 I would be chained in the basement. I hadn't yet earned the right to be in the house alone. When he returned I would be secured in different rooms depending on what needed to be taken care of, until it was time for me to prepare supper. After again eating at his feet I would then clean up the evening dishes. If he felt I had done a good job and been properly obedient I would be allowed to sit at his feet while he watched some evening TV. After that, he told me, would depend on his mood. I would be used for sex, or not, as he wanted. If he wanted to play and perhaps put me in some bondage or even flog or spank me or do pretty much anything, he would. I no longer had a say. If I was a good girl I could eventually earn the right to an evening bath. That, more than almost anything, even the possibility of punishment, made me vow to be good and do my best - I loved baths and hated to go to bed less than completely smooth and clean. Any of this, he told me, could be changed at anytime depending on his whim. That had been three days ago. The time while he was away and I was locked in the basement was the hardest. No matter what he did to me the rest of the time, at least it wasn't this nothingness. I stood up and began to pace the room, holding the chain up so it didn't make as much noise. I could just reach the far wall, then I would turn around and count my steps so I didn't stumble over the mattress. Sometimes I would go to the peg board and feel each item naming them in my head, thinking about what, if anything, it had been used for, and when. There were a couple of things that I still didn't know what they were used for. I was standing at the peg board when I heard the door at the top of the stairs open. I hurried to the middle of the floor, laid on my stomach, crossed my ankles and put my hands behind my head. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he told me, "Stand against the wall, legs spread, each hand grasping the opposite elbow." I scrambled into place and began to wonder if I had done something wrong. I could tell from his attitude and this new position something was about to happen. He pulled something from the board and began to secure my arms in place using straps. More straps went over my shoulders and there was one around my waist. He snapped the ever present leash on my collar and began to lead me up the stairs. I tried grunting to warn him I was still attached to the wall but he ignored me. Finally I reached the end of my tether and started making noises as loud as I could through the gag. Finally he stopped pulling me and I heard him utter the word damn under his breath. If I had been able to I would have laughed. Once I was free we continued up the stairs. At this point I was a little surprised my feet were loose. I could also feel several straps at the front and the back dangling. When we reached the living room he had me sit on the couch. This was the first time I had been allowed to sit on anything other than the floor since the night I was captured. He lifted my leg up onto his lap and I thought maybe he was sitting on the ottoman. I was even more surprised when he proceeded to put my socks and tennis shoes on. I trusted him absolutely but I couldn't help but be a little bit worried. He had me stand up and bend over the arm of the sofa and spread my legs. The cold of the lube on my asshole startled me and I jumped. I got a hard pop to my backside followed by the command, "Be still." He then proceeded to put a plug in my ass and secure the rest of the harness between my legs to ensure it stayed in. When he stood me up I felt something brush the back of my thighs. My mind was running to one conclusion, and when we reached the garage and he pulled off the gag and blindfold I found I was right. I was being put into pony gear. The thing brushing the back of my legs was a tail. He pulled on it slightly to demonstrate that it was in fact attached to the plug. The next piece of equipment was a bit gag with reins. Lastly he clipped two bells onto my nipples. While he had been preparing me for this new experience, I had been looking at the garage. Both cars were missing and there was a pole with two arms sticking out at the top in the middle of the floor. I didn't know what it was called but I had seen pictures of both human and real ponies attached to it and made to walk in a circle. He picked up my reins, removed my leash, led me over to the device, and began to explain, "Now then slave I have, as you probably already guessed, decided to train you as a pony." As he continued to talk he led me around the pole. "This is a much smaller version of something called a horse walker. It will also ensure that you get plenty of exercise each day. I am starting you out with sneakers but eventually we'll get you fitted for proper pony boots." He attached my reins to one of the arms sticking out of the top of the pole and flicked a switch on the base. The pole began to rotate and I was pulled along with it. It was a steady but easy pace. When I came around the turn I saw that he had sat down and was opening his laptop. I mouthed the bit and tried to adjust to the whole experience. Even though it was not the most comfortable thing in the world, all of this was turning me on. The plug shifting with each step I took, being made to become a pony, something I had always dreamed about but never had the courage to ask for. Even the little bells on my nipples tinkling with each step gave me a thrill. Despite his use of me sexually, multiple times a day, I had not yet been allowed to orgasm since this began. I had been so very close a few times but had been ordered not to. That denial along with my current situation had me wet in no time. I could feel the dampness on the strap between my legs. I did not know how long this was going to last but I was fairly certain by the time he did release me my state would be more than obvious. As it turned out he didn't need the clue now slowly coating the inside of my thighs. After about another 15 minutes I was so worked up I couldn't resist arching my back and sticking my ass out. This always happened when I became truly turned on and frustrated. It was a reaction I had little control over. Also I found myself humping slightly as I walked in an effort to get any stimulation I could from the strap between my legs, however it wasn't tight enough to be useful. I became wrapped up enough in what was happening to my body that I had totally tuned out my surroundings. I was brought back suddenly when Master let out a chuckle. His chair was behind me now but I craned my neck around so I could see him as soon as possible. At some point he had set his laptop down and had given me his undivided attention. I could tell he was very pleased by the worked up state I was in. Knowing that took my desire up another notch. I wanted to orgasm so badly now it was making me a little wild. I had no idea how a pony acted but I knew how I felt at this moment and the only way I could think to express it came out in the pony persona I had been imagining in my mind. I came to a complete stand still, stomped one foot and tossed my head, letting out a rather horse like sound of frustration. The walker continued to turn and quickly the slack I had in the reins was gone and I felt my head being pulled on. I tried to pull back but however he had constructed this thing, whatever motor he was using to turn it, was stronger than I was. I had no choice but to trot a little in order to catch up. He laughed at me and stood up and approached the base. With a turn of a dial I was suddenly moving faster, at a jog. As I passed him he popped me on the ass and told me, "Let's see if we can't work off some of the extra energy you seem to have." While I was panting slightly my desire and frustration didn't diminish at all, if anything I was hornier than ever. He kept me at that pace until my head was hanging, I was panting hard and struggling to keep up. He slowed me to a walk and eventually shut the device off. I was hunched over, my head almost touching my chest. I hadn't been this worn out in a while. I could still feel the edge of the desire that had gotten me into this situation but I was too tired to worry about it. He led me into the mudroom where he had a hose attached to the faucet of the sink. After removing everything but the bit and tail, he had me stand over the drain in the floor, and after making sure the water was warm he hosed me off from tip to tail. He held my reins as he did this, eventually dropping them to give me a thorough rinse. When he moved away from me to turn the water off I actually found myself wandering away. I was still holding my hands behind my back, still deep into new my pony self. He turned and saw what I was doing and quickly had the reins back in his hand telling me, "Oh no you don't. Come here girl." And led me over to the sink where he wrapped the reins around a large hook. While he dried me off I mouthed the bit and shifted away from him from time to time. When I was dry he pushed on my back so I would bend forward and removed the tail. Then as he began to remove the bit he told me, "Time to come back to earth slave." I dropped my hands to my side and suddenly realized except for the collar around my neck, for the first time in days I was completely free. I didn't know what to do. I knew I was supposed to try to escape but I didn't want to. And I would be punished for any failed escape attempt, and failure was a certainty with him standing two feet from me. I suddenly began to panic. No matter what I did next I was going to be in trouble. There was no way for me to be good in this situation. Master saw the conflict I was experiencing in my eyes and quickly reached up and hooked his finger through the ring in my collar. My relief was instantaneous. He led me to the living room and on our way through the kitchen he grabbed some rope out of a drawer. I knew I was going to be punished for not trying to escape but I didn't mind so much as I was still here. He had me get onto my stomach on the floor and quickly had me in a simple but effective hogtie. I could hear him going down then up the basement stairs and when he returned he had a handful of items. He locked the steel and leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and put a leash on the collar. He removed the rope and had me crawl over to his chair, where he locked the leash to a ring he had recently installed on the side of the chair. He then locked my hands behind my back. He told me I could get comfortable and he would be back shortly. Just before he came back into the room he told me to stay on the floor and close my eyes. He moved quietly enough that when he touched my face I flinched. "Open your eyes slave." He was kneeling in front of me and he was now holding my face with both hands. He told me to kneel up, and we faced each other, close enough that I could feel his breath in my face. "Slave," he began, "I owe you an apology. I put you into a situation where there was no right way for you to react. You won't be punished for not trying to escape. In fact I am officially rescinding that rule. However," he chuckled, "you will still be punished if you try to escape. So you will remain secured at all times." With that he kissed me on the forehead and released me. I was speechless. Thankfully he didn't expect a response because I had none to give. He reached in front of his chair and slid a tray next to us. I almost moaned. There were chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk on it, my absolute favorite snack. He picked up a cookie and told me, "Open up." And he fed me cookies and milk. - I spent the rest of those three weeks almost as I had the first few days, only eventually I was allowed to be in the house by myself, and if I was restrained in such a way that I would be unable to leave the house, there was always a non-existing key nearby. By the end of the third week I was occasionally allowed to be loose, wearing only my collar and cuffs. I was even allowed the privilege of going out into the back yard, where every so often my pony training would continue. At times like those I was even more grateful we didn't have close neighbors.