He hadn’t known how long it had been since he’d been isolated as he had simply accepted the daily routine as his new life. He had started out thinking that his feeding routine was three times per day, but then thought maybe it was only twice, but eventually his mind stopped trying to figure it out. He had learned that when he heard the tapping on the metal slot, followed by her voice, he had about 30 seconds to get there before she tossed the metal tray onto the floor. When he made it on time, she would hand the tray through the slot and reach through to unzip the mouth on the thick leather over his head. She knew that today marked the fifth day of this routine of twice per day visits to his cell, and knew at this point, he would be thoroughly broken – nothing breaks a new prisoner faster than complete isolation. After handing him the tray of two pieces of, the prison staple, nutraloaf and a glass of water, he lowered his face to the slot and she unzipped the hood – he had executed the routine perfectly.
As he returned to his bed, he heard a key turn and the door open; it had felt like years since he’d heard that sound. “Tray on the floor, stand up slave,” he knew by the voice he was in the presence of the person who had fed him everyday. She unfastened the collar keeping the leather hood snug, and gave it one pull from the top. As the light blinded him for a moment, there were a few things he’d never forget. The first thing was the sight of his captor, it was Mistress April, the same Mistress April he had admired from a world away for such a long time. She was wearing a short, black leather dress that fit her just perfectly, giving the perfect amount of coverage to be a complete tease to anyone who would look at her in it. It was everything he had imagined, and would do anything for her. The second thing was the terrible smell of his surroundings and himself, he had not showered or changed since that first day when a bucket of piss was dumped on him and his bed, the hood must have kept the full impact at bay for the time since he’d been there. “This smell is disgusting slave,” she purposefully kicked over the bucket he’d learned to use as a toilet on her way out the door – leaving it wide open behind her. She returned a minute later holding what appeared to be a mini fire hose. Without saying a word, she opened the hose fully – the water pressure was so hard, it felt like it was cutting through his clothing as it soaked in. All of a sudden, it stopped. “Strip – NOW,” she said, leaving no room for interpretation on what was expected. His soaked clothes laid in a ball on the floor as she turned the hose back on, immediately at full strength on his naked body. She hosed him thoroughly before commanding him to put his clothes back on. And while those first two memories will live forever, it was what happened next that changed him forever.
She left the room again and returned with two chairs, she set them facing each other in the meddle of the room. It was at that point he noticed her knee-height, Hunter-brand rubber boots letting him know that everything she did was planned out meticulously. She knew not to wear leather boots when she came to his cell as she would be in waste water as she sat near the drain in the center of the cell. “Slave, come sit,” she pointed to the chair across from her. “Come quick while I am still okay with you sitting in chairs, I am honestly not sure how long that will last.” He came and sat down, the metal folding chair was extremely cold against his soaked jumpsuit- it actually seemed to make it colder.
“Slave, you signed something without fully reading it, so I want to make sure you fully understand your current, and future situation,” he sat stoic as she spoke directly at him. “This agreement is five pages long, but you signed it only four seconds after opening it – that means you completely agreed, and only read a maximum of twenty words or so. I want you to thoroughly comprehend what is going on.” She paused only for effect, never once asking for input from her captive. “Here are the highlights, ‘I am fully aware in signing this, legally binding document, that upon execution, I, and all of my worldly belongings including, but not limited to, accumulated wealth, real estate, physical possessions, etc become the property of the divine Mistress April of South Africa, and by entering into this agreement of sound mind, I hereby turnover all power of attorney for myself and my estate to the divine Mistress April of South Africa,’” she continued to read. ‘At the completion of the fourteen days at the prison facility in Berlin, Germany that the divine Mistress April of South Africa whether to transfer said slave to South Africa, put it up for auction, or have it remain a prisoner at the Berlin facility thus transferring ownership to the prison’s owners. With these being the only three options, thus therefore, upon execution of this agreement anything that existed previously is effectively terminated.’ “Those are the highlights slave, there are some other gems in there, failure to comply is punishable up to including death by execution in a way of my choosing blah, blah, blah,” she intentionally perished over the last part for effect as she saw his head was spinning.
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