Extended sentence - part six final part

Author: mj217
Title: Extended sentence - part six (final part)
Date: 13 December 2018

I was woken up by a couple of kicks to my balls, not too hard but enough to get me alert quickly. “Wake up pig, it’s time to take you home”

With my collar still on a chain to the ring in the floor and my hands still cuffed behind me he released the rope connecting my ankles and balls, removed the leg cuffs and got me to stand. He got me into some trackie bottoms, with some effort over my boots and then up over my rubber jeans. He reapplied the leg cuffs and wrapped a length of chain around my ankles locking it to the ring in the floor. He undid the chain to my collar and pulled a hoodie over my head. Pushing me down to kneel he reattached the chain and undid my handcuffs, pushing my arms into the sleeves and pulling the hoodie down to cover my rubber vest. He got the handcuffs and reattached them with my hands in the pocket in the front of the hoodie so the cuffs couldn’t be seen. The hoodie and the bottoms were old, they smelt of sweat and piss and cum, but then so did I from the day he had put me through.

“We’re going outside so I’m going to make sure the gag is more effective”. Removed the gag that was in my mouth and undid the head harness I’d been wearing. This was the first time any part of me had felt any kind of free since the ordeal had started, but it was short lived. He showed me the dirty sock that had been my gag earlier, “open wide pig”, I didn’t resist and he balled it into my mouth, stuffing it full, and me realising I wasn’t going to get used to the taste of that sock. He quickly started taping the sock into my mouth wrapping the duct tape round my head several times before wrapping it under my jaw and over my head to keep my mouth shut and the gag in place.

He showed me a leather hood, “this is your face now pig, and it locks so no one can see who is under it”, it was a tight one, laced up with a zip over the laces and the zipped locked down to the collar. It had no mouth, but two holes for the nose, and only had a series of tiny pinhole sized holes at the eyes to allow some form of vision. He pulled it over my head, pulling the laces as tight as he could, making sure it was properly on before clicking the lock shut. In the dim light that got through the holes at the eyes of the hood I could just about see the muzzle he held up in front of me. “One last bit” strapping the muzzle in place over the hood and locking each of the five straps. Sock gagged, tape gagged, hooded, and muzzled. I wasn’t going to be making much noise even if I tried.

He unlocked the chain to my collar, and the one wrapped around my ankles and pulled me back up standing. “I think your cuffs might be a bit obvious pig, so we’re going to use rope” he knelt down and used black rope around my ankles allowing a short length of it so I could walk. “And finally we need to make sure those locks aren’t obvious. It’s unlikely anyone will see you, but if they did I’d hate them to think you might be doing this involuntarily”. He pulled a balaclava over my hood and muzzle and pulled up the hood on the hoodie. “See, no shininess now, no odd reflections from the leather in the streetlights”. He pulled my collar and carefully led me down the stairs, I got a brief glance at the clock as we passed the lounge, I couldn’t quite tell with the restricted vision of the hood, but it looked like 5am. 19 hours then. I had actually managed to take it and get through the 18 hours. I felt a small sense of relief, this was nearly all over.

He took me out the front door and put me in the back seat of my car, pulling the seatbelt over and securing my ankles and knees properly with more rope. He got in and drove me the short distance back to my house, undoing the rope again, but keeping my ankles hobbled, and taking me in and up to my spare room where he locked an ankle cuff to the bedframe. He produced the timer key safe. “Here you go pig, your keys are in here. I figure you’re probably pissed with me, so it’s best I set the timer for 15 minutes before you can get at them, and we can talk later. I know part of you has enjoyed it, the stain on your trackies tells me that. Bye pig. ” He turned and left, closing the door behind him. I heard the front door close again, and the house was quiet.

I watched the timer on the key safe waiting for it to count down, willing it to go faster. At last it opened, I fumbled at the keys trying with my limited sight to find the handcuff key for my hands locked through my hoodie pocket. The rest soon followed, the ankle cuff, the collar, the muzzle, the hood. I carefully pulled off the tape gag and got rid of the sock, as I did with the hoodie and bottoms. I was back down to my rubber and boots. Just one lock left, the cb that had caused all the trouble. There was no key. The last thing in the box was a small folded piece of paper. ‘Your cb key is in the kitchen.” I ran downstairs, this thing was coming off. The key was on the table with a note under it. ‘Read first pig’. I picked up the note. ‘Well done pig, I knew you just needed that extra push to show you could do something like this, and you’ve made it. Hopefully you were a good pig and enjoyed your restraints for a while longer after the box unlocked. I’ve gone for a walk round the block and I’m going to check you’re ok at 4am – 18 hours, as we agreed. Just a reminder pig, if you’re not in all your restraints when I check on you, that means you haven’t completed our agreement.’

I was confused. The clock in his lounge had said 5am.

I felt a sense of dread wash over me. I turned and looked at the kitchen clock. 3:55am

There was the sound of the key in the front door.