He was gone long enough, deliberately or not, to make me wonder about
all the different, nasty things that could be done to a naughty sub. I
curled up in a ball, facing the door, so as not to get any more
'surprises', the previous one in the bathroom having left a two inch
wide welt running around my thigh to my ass, like some sort of bizarre
tattoo. I wasn't fooling myself; I knew he was capable of breaking me,
of making me his once and for all. Truthfully that's what I wanted,
but I knew that unless I pushed every button, found out exactly what I
could and couldn't get away with, there was no way I could succumb to
him. So far, silly bitch you haven't gotten away with a single
thing....anymore questions? I berated myself in my mind, and as I so
often do, became so unaware of my surroundings during my inner tirade
that I didn't know he was standing over me until he spoke.

"I have a fun little game, slaveslut.... you once said that you didn't
think a man could render you helpless unless 'you let him'. Well
here's the game. I have in this bag, a very large dildo, that I'm
getting ready to shove in that tight little ass of yours,"--that got my
undivided attention--"and a chastity belt, with a clit flicker wireless vibrator attached,
that I have the control to. Both holes filled, and you with no way of
getting yourself off. There will be no more orgasms for you, unless I
allow it, for the rest of the weekend." I sat up, staring at him
wide-eyed. He chuckled again. "There's my defiant little
whore....however...I'll make you a promise. I'll forget every
transgression, every little snotty remark and bratty look, that you've
given me, and we will pass this weekend in more.... pleasurable
pursuits" this was said eyeing my tits and ass, causing me to flush "no
more discipline unless you earn it from here on out." He shrugged, "of
course we both know that would only leave you out of trouble for about
five minutes".

"What do I have to do, Master?" I said, my overactive imagination
summoning to mind a branding, or piercing. "Simple, my little
whore...from what you've said you should have no trouble at
all...stopping me from putting the belt and dildos on. If you can, you
will redeem yourself." I stared at him, trying to control the look of
disbelief on my face. "Now, we will go down stairs, and you can
continue with dinner, and at some point, I'm going to grab you...it's
up to you from there on." He turned and started to leave the room,
then turned back to me. "One more thing. The only thing you're
allowed to wear" he tossed an object at me, "is this." He spun and
exited, going to the other bedroom to dress. A few minutes later, I
heard him once again descend to the basement.

In my hand was a thick leather collar, with a D ring in the center. I
had no doubt in my mind what it was for. I sat cross-legged in the
middle of the bed, staring at the collar, trying to decide if for once
in my life I was going to take the easy way, and simply go to him and
willingly allow him to put the preverbal 'screws' to me, or take this
ridiculous bet that I couldn't possibly win. This of course led my
mind to wondering if I could win. On a whim, I snuck to the room where
he had put his bags, and rummaged around until I found the pair of
police handcuffs I knew he had to have somewhere. If you can get them
on him, and chained to something, he won't have any choice but to give
in, and then I might live through the weekend...if he doesn't kill me
for this. Deciding that I needed clarification about exactly what the
rules of this 'game' were, I went in search of him, reasoning that he
hadn't told me I couldn't go downstairs. I snapped the collar around
my own neck, grimacing in distaste at the feeling and smell of the
leather.

"Master?" I stood at the top of the stairs to the basement, not really
wanting to go down them, knowing that he could choose now as the time
to start His game, and not wanting to get myself caught. When he
didn't answer, I became sure that he was stalkin