THE STORY OF T

Chapter 19 - Same Again

My first day back on my chain was awful.

I rolled in the straw most of the day, screaming and rattling my chain, kicking my feet at the yellow line two feet beyond my reach. My rigid cock throbbed, but I dared not touch it.  Towards evening I was tormented by thoughts of Ms Grange having her bath and getting into her bed, in a short nightdress. My cock was like iron...I lay on my back as close to the door as my chain allowed, my legs spread wide towards the door, my cock vertical.....Any guard who looked though the peephole would see me fully erect.....I had no idea if I was being watched or not, but I assumed the guards were checking on me frequently as instructed. I could not tell. But I screamed obscenities towards the cell door all day and into the evening, hoping the guards could hear me faintly though the soundproof cell door.

I don't think I slept that night. I was sore and sweaty from my rolling on the straw all day. My neck was red and sore from the rubbing of my locked steel collar. My rigid cock seemed the center of my universe. I could not possibly go much longer with masturbating.... But I dared not touch my cock. I knew I'd get yet another caning! My balls felt like they would explode!

As morning approached, I woke and again rolled around in the straw, frantically tugging at my chain. My erection came back. I was ravenously hungry.

At last, the cell door opened, and I thankfully took the position of respect.  I gratefully gulped down the repulsive dog food and slurped up my water, like a dog on his chain.

'Get in  position, dog!' said Susan's voice, coldly.  My hands were still handcuffed behind my back, but I obediently got back into position and pressed my nose to the wall. My erection had subsided.

‘I saw you ogling me in Ms Grange's office, prisoner. You will get twenty for that!’

Madame Susan gave me 20 with her strap.…..each a good, hard stroke, each in exactly the same place on my buttocks…. she grunted with the effort as she put all her strength into each stroke.

When I first came here I would never have been able to endure it.  I was in agony, after just the first stroke, but I could tolerate pain a lot more now. I managed to take the first three strokes in silence, then had to moan. After five, I was yelling.  I shouted in agony at each stroke, louder and louder…..the yelling helped me take the pain, I had discovered. By the 20th stroke I was rocking and swaying unsteadily, weeping and sobbing, but still just managing to hold in position. My ass was blazing!!!.

I heard her boots walk around behind me. She rested her strap on my shoulders, then drew it gently down my back, across my cuffed wrists, and down my flaming buttocks. I sobbed quietly.

'You are a smelly, sweaty chained animal! You almost got free yesterday. But fortunately for everyone, you’re safely chained up again now!  And this time you're chained permanently! Ms Grange never releases anyone, especially with US dollars coming in.  And I'm going to personally make sure  you behave perfectly…..from now on, you’ll get 30 of the strap for even the slightest error!  And if you don’t obey me completely,  I’ll report you to Ms Grange for disobedience, and then you’ll get the cane!  I've often seen your cock hard when I've checked on you though the peephole.  I suspect that you’re masturbating in here somehow….if I ever catch you even touching your cock, I’ll report you immediately to Ms Grange, and you'll get twice the number of strokes when you're caned!''

She put her boot on my neck, expertly unlocked and pulled off the handcuffs, then walked back across the yellow line.

'Have a nice day, animal! Welcome back to your cell!’

She laughed merrily and strode out, closing and locking the cell door.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

I screamed as hard as could at the peephole, and pulled insanely at my chain, kicking my feet, straining to reach the yellow line.....

YOU FUCKING SADIST!!!!.... LET ME OUT OF THIS COLLAR!!!!!

PLEEEEEAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!!!!! PLEEEEEAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!!!!!

!!!!!FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.FUCK!!!!!!!!I CANT DO ANY MORE TIME!!!!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!! LET ME OFF THIS CHAIN!!!!!!

My cock grew rigid. I rolled in the straw, screaming, straining and cursing, jerking my chain as hard as I could, for hours.


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My Third Day In My Cell
Six Months Later
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