A true account of a visit to The English Mansion from one of Mistress Sidonia’s personal slaves.
It was 10pm, an unusual time for my mobile to ring but as I looked at the name on the display my body shuddered.
“Mistress Sidonia, good evening” I said, my voice clearly revealing what I was feeling inside.
“Slave, I want you here right now. I don’t care what you are doing, just get here immediately. Do not keep me waiting, your know what happens when you do…”
And with that she hung up. Collecting my things, I drove as quickly as I could to the Mansion compound, my mind racing with all the possible reasons for such a late night summons. Being instructed to report immediately with no notice was not unheard of, but this late at night?
On my arrival, the usual protocol was to be followed. Strip naked and then enter the chambers, lying on all fours, head down on the floor, bottom up facing away from the door. This was slave position number 1, one of 12 positions that any slave in Mistress Sidonia’s stable has to memorise and be able to assume instantly when ordered, with severe penalties for any failings. Soon enough, Mistress Sidonia’s voice was heard, walking from behind me she carried a set of heavy steel manacles, connected with a thick chain.
“Put this on, these will be your clothes for the night” she said , handing them over.
The first thing I noticed was their weight. These were not ordinary cuffs, they had bolts to lock them and were permanently connected with welded chain. There was no escaping from these. As soon as the chains were on, I was ordered to kneel and a heavy sendep leather hood was put on. Made with a inner and two outer linings, once fitted an internal bladder was inflated so as to form a perfect snug fit. The outer lining had a zip that allowed it to be completely closed off if needed.
The feeling I had when Mistress Sidonia closed it completely shut, was one of instant disconnection with the outside world. All of a sudden, all you can hear is your own breathing your eyes become worthless and all the other senses start working on overdrive to compensate.
With sight and hearing gone, the feeling of touch becomes the main sense. Mistress’s soft hand leading me to the cell where I would spend the night sent shudders down my back and gave me a instant hardon that surely didn’t go unnoticed. I am now totally at her mercy.
Reaching the cell, another chain was connected from my neck to the wall and I was instructed to lie on the floor. With a few words, Mistress explained this is where I would stay, in complete sensory deprivation, hands and feet chained so I could barely move, until I was needed again on the next day.
The feeling of being in complete darkness, hearing nothing but your own breathing and feeling even more intensely the cold metal of the chains against your body made for a very long night. Time slows down in Sendep, minutes become hours and your mind keeps racing with all kinds of thoughts. All I could think about was the moment when I would hear Mistress Sidonia’s voice again and maybe understand what she had in store for me. But in the meantime, it was going to be a long night…
A true account from one of Mistress Sidonia’s personal slaves, Part 2 Coming Soon.