UllrsIshtar
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So... where to start...
I got picked up at the airport by a complete stranger, he takes me to his car, and after I get in handcuffs my hands behind me.
We drive a while, mostly in silence, some awkward comments here and there, until we get closer to his house, and he pulls out a gag which he puts on me.
Once inside the garage, he locks a collar around my neck, and blindfolds me, puts a chain leash around the collar, and proceeds to lead me into the house.
He takes me to a room, where he fastens me in place, and starts switching the handcuffs for a sturdier set of heavy metal shackles on both my wrists and ankles. He strips me of my clothes and jewelry, and puts me in a predicament bondage situation, where I'm crouching down because of how closely my neck is chained to my ankles, while a crotch rope prevents me from sitting down all the way, and walks out.
I quickly manage to get rid of the gag, the nipple clamps, and the crotch rope (I told ya'll I wasn't going to be obedient  ) and sit down.
Looking around, I'm in a 8 x 10 (or so) cage with one wall being made up of metal bars and a locking metal door, and the other 3 out of heavy duty plywood. In front of the bars there's a little 'vestibule' section, where somebody can enter the the room the cage is in, without actually entering the cage, with another locked door leading to the rest of the house.
There's a camera trained on me, and a litter box in a corner of 'my' cage.
My neck is chained to the wall by a heavy metal chain. The collar doesn't come off during my stay. The chain only for showering, in a tiny bathroom with my captor (who is at least thrice my size) standing guard by the door. I'm always in some sort of restraint when I'm moved from the cage for whatever reason. At least the collar and chain, often also hand and ankle cuffs. Almost always blindfold and gag.
I spend at least 23 hours a day in my cage, most often alone, chained up in various ways, always at least with my neck to the wall. My water comes from an over-sized rodent feeder, you know, one of those upside down water bottle ones, with the down spout you lick on to get water out of it.
I become intimately familiar with the litter box, to the point that by the end of the week, I can now tell you what my personal preference on cat litter is (seriously).
My captor tortures me sometimes. Other times he's kinda nice. I got a blanket and mat to sleep on the first night, when I said I was cold (though it later got taken away, with was an unexpectedly heavy psychological blow, considering how short I was there). I'm beaten. Electro tortured. Put in heavy bondage. In a sensory deprivation hood. Tortured while in the hood, while out it, while tied up, while relatively unrestrained.
Sometimes I'm just left in relatively light bondage for hours on end. Bored out of my mind, with nothing to do but stare at the walls.
My food consists of 1200 kcal/day of Soylent, lapped up out of a metal dog bowl.
To give a single account of a single 'sessions' which happened on the second day, to give ya'll some idea of the kind of stuff that went down:
I was tied up, on my stomach, legs spread as wide as they'd go, with my arms secured behind my back, and my neck closely chained to the wall in front of me. I've got a heavy padded leather sensory deprivation hood on, with a hole only about the size of a pencil eraser for breathing. Before leaving, my captor generously applies a thick layer of Icy Hot cream on my pussy, ass, and nipples. The pain is unbearable. I can't move, can't even buck all that much in the restraints.
A long time later (the cream had stopped hurting into a dull ache by then) I find I need to pee. I have a bladder disorder (basically ulcers in my bladder) which make holding my water incredibly painful for me, so quickly the need to relieve myself becomes intolerable.
I call out... no answer... I call again... nobody comes...
After about 10 minutes, I finally resign myself that nobody is coming, and I squirm off my mat as best as I can, with the 10 inches or so of lateral movement I've got. And I pee on the floor. Laying down as I am, there's no way to control the flow, so it runs all over me, and my legs, and my stomach. I awkwardly balance on my chin and knees for a while, trying to drip dry as best as I can, and inch back over to my mat.
An hour later, I have to pee again... I call out again... nobody comes....
I resign myself to the inevitable, and inch back of my mat, into my own cold and stale pee, and pee again. The same routine follows, getting back on the mat.
A while later, I hear the door slam open and my captor walks in. He unchains my feet, quickly puts me above the litter box, where I pee in front of him, still bound and hooded, before pushing me back down, on my back, in the puddle I put on the floor, and chains me back up. This time my arms are above me stretched to max tension. He applies more Icy Hot and leaves.
I buck in the restraints so hard that I pull my shoulder into a cramp that I can't resolve because of the restraints, so I start begging for him to come back after only 15 minutes in the new restrain set up. When he finally does, and unchains my hands, the pain in my shoulder in unbearable. I beg him, to stop, to let my arms go unrestrained. Tears are streaming down my face, and I'm blubbering in the hood badly enough I start getting worried about being able to breath. He ignores me, chains my hands to my side, applies more Icy Hot, and leaves.
Some times later -it seemed like hours- he comes, lets me out of the restraints, has me shower, clean up my cage, and chains me down for the night.
I estimate that the entire episode took about 5 hours... but I don't have a clue really. I hope to obtain the video footage later this week so I can test some of those assumptions.
Anyways... so we end up going on like that in various fashions. Some of them wonderful. Some of them absolutely awful.
Until Saturday night. I get put into a make shift vet wrap hood, on top of a blindfold, that was super super tight. Based on the time of night I thought it was, I was assuming it was intended to be my overnight bondage (though my captor later said that wasn't the case). After about 30 minutes in it, I've got a splitting headache, and my eyes feel like they're on fire.
I call for help, my captor comes and starts to take the wrap off.
Once it's off I find out my vision is blurry... and I can't sharp focus on anything at any distance... and... I completely lose it and freak out. I demanded to speak to my husband, which after some pressing my captor gave into, spazzed out to him on the phone to the point that I convinced him I was in actual danger, and he called it off (he could do that, I couldn't).
My captor let me go, and I was on a plane home less than 3 hours after the incident, still shaken up and blurry visioned.
My vision has since returned to normal. It wasn't a big deal, the compression just temporarily caused fluid in my eyeball to shift in such a way that it distorted my lenses. I've had it happen in tight sensory deprivation hoods before, and it's no big deal.
Only, I was too far gone to realize that at the time. All that was left was blind panic.
I lost it... completely and utterly lost it.
In hindsight, what I needed was a nap.
In hindsight, he shouldn't have let me go, just removed most of my bonds, thrown me a blanket and let me sleep for a few hours, and then discuss calling Ullr again in the morning when I was more reasonable.
But... I can be scary when I'm freaking out, to put it mildly... even when you're a big badass Top, and I'm kneeling at your feet in chains... especially when you consider that, in the end, I've got the power of the legal system behind every thing I'm unhappy about (though I didn't evoke that at the time, I'm sure it must have been weighing heavily on his mind).
So a nap wasn't taken, and I was released instead... probably even in a state that was really too unstable to be allowed to fly in by myself. I actually put myself into a lot more danger flying home in that state unassisted than I would have staying locked up taking a nap for another 8ish hours.
But oh well... it was the first time for all of us... you learn these things by trying them.
I kept a journal every day, and reading them back now, the paranoia and mood-swings started to set in on the third day. Only, I was totally unaware that this was happening. I felt normal. I didn't feel like my mental processing was being impacted at all.
It didn't really hit me how paranoid and jumpy I'd become until I landed at my hometown airport, saw my husband standing there waiting for me, and had to fight the impulse to 'try to get away from him'.
My reactions didn't really start turning back to normal until after I returned to familiar surroundings (the car ride was the first step, home was better, my own bedroom best) and took a nap, and then a long debriefing talk with Ullr.
It was an awesome experience. I really enjoyed it. I learned tons about myself I didn't know (some new weaknesses, lots of strengths).
Too much stuff went on to convey here. But it was rich and wonderful.
I'm definitely doing it again sometimes, but not for another couple of months at least.
I'm sad that it ended the way it did. I was supposed to be released the 3rd of August. So I 'escaped' 5 days too soon.
I'll never know what those days could have brought me, but at least I'll know better what to do in the next case.
< Message edited by UllrsIshtar -- 7/30/2017 6:52:10 PM >
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I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner
And your whore
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