It was during that journey back to Amelda’s estate that the subject of the ‘annex’ that has become my home surfaced again, with me still not fully aware of its significance. “Elaine, don’t report to the main house,” Amelda ordered her driver, “drop us just outside of the sex annex. That’s where we’ll be proceeding now.” And Elaine stopped the vehicle exactly where she’d been directed to, helping me to disembark after she’d opened Amelda’s door, of course.
This then was my last opportunity to take a look at the world outside, including the exterior of the building that has become both my home and my prison. A contingency I was completely denied at all. Although I have resided here for the best part of a year now, I still have no idea what the outside of this building looks like. The blindfold stayed in place throughout, denying me any power of sight at all. Apparently, Amelda McPherson is really turned on by the sight of somebody’s eyes covered in the pure satin that all of her blindfolds are manufactured of.
I must admit that it seemed to be quite a palaver involved in order to enter this building, remember I could see nothing at all. It rather appeared that we had to pass through two, completely separate, entrance doors in order to do so, which was indeed very much the case, and totally by design incidentally.
Perhaps, Ladies and Gentlemen, now might be an appropriate time to outline the features that Amelda McPherson had specified in her requirements within the construction of this facility. Features that absolutely contravened several building regulations no doubt, for once I had entered it became absolutely impossible for me to ever leave. If, for instance, there was ever a fire within, then I would simply fry to my death, although, in all fairness, it must be pointed out that the building did contain a very sophisticated ‘sprinkler’ system in its design.
Firstly, although the building did feature many windows, allowing a fair amount of natural light to enter, NONE of them could be opened at all, so no passage through any of them could be actioned. Each was made from two layers of very thick and toughened glass, incidentally which was mirrored both ways in nature, meaning it was impossible to view in either direction, whilst in-between them were steel bars, just like those in a prison, betraying the fact that this was exactly what Amelda’s annex actually was. So, no escape was possible for me in that way then.
And so, to that elaborate double door entry system. Each really strong, solid steel, door was completely separate, with a small ‘holding area’ between them. Each featured a controlled electronic lock mechanism, and there was absolutely no way that both could be opened simultaneously, even by Amelda McPherson herself. Indeed, even she was not permitted to open the outer door from the inside, that was required to be performed by somebody within the estate’s control centre, although woe betide any member of her security staff who failed to allow her passage within a reasonable timescale, upon the occasion of her desiring such a travel.
At this stage it was still physically possible for me to pass through these doors, as if such an action would be permitted, but as we shall see shortly, that would soon be rendered totally impossible. At some time in the very near future, my body was to have a sensor injected within. One that meant once I moved to within roughly six feet of the interior door, it locked completely and could not be opened from within, even with Amelda’s own key pass. Just in case I had overpowered her and taken hold of such item, I guess. Incidentally that control room had the entire building in constant C.C.T.V. coverage, but I pity any of Amelda’s staff who were foolish enough to break the non-disclosure contracts they had all been forced to agree to and reveal any details of just what occurred inside. This was a very rich, and therefore very powerful, woman we were addressing here after all.
Should this door lock function be triggered, immediately the interior was filled with a gas, that although perfectly harmless, which would render any occupant unconscious within seconds. Thus, allowing her outside staff to extract her if necessary and to restrain me, again if the situation demanded it. It appeared then, that ALL bases had been covered, here I was now, and here I would stay. I really was her property now, completely owned to an ultimate degree.
Shortly the final detail was be addressed. After Amelda had guided me to the bed, as said before a large, luxurious one covered in the finest shimmering satin, she ordered me onto it and to position myself in a full spread eagled form, wherein she used to solid leather cuff sets attached to each of the corner bedposts to completely imprison my body, in an inescapable form, the buckles of each of the cuffs padlocked shut, of course. Then, via the C.C.T.V. system present she gave a pre-arranged signal. Shortly afterwards a medical professional entered, here to inject the previously mentioned sensor into my body, with me totally unable to prevent this, naturally. Again, this medic was female and damn sexy, although I couldn’t see her at all.
Having done her ‘job,’ inserting this final piece of the jigsaw into the equation, the nurse departed, I heard the door lock shutting, leaving the bound me alone in this sex annex, with just Amelda McPherson as company. Who wasted no time in demonstrating just why she had gone to all this trouble, not to mention expense, to provide this ‘home’ for me.
Immediately I felt the tie being applied around my tools, meaning no sexual climax would be available to me, until such time as my Mistress permitted it, if at all. But here’s the rather strange point. I wasn’t dis-appointed in this action of hers, in fact I was turned-on ever further! After all, the reason for my existence now, in fact I have NO other purpose in my life now, is to provide HER with sexual pleasure, to feed HER massive carnal appetite. No sooner had my tools been conditioned in this manner, than Mistress climbed aboard, and her lips assaulted mine in her normal customary passionate way.
Soon she had slipped her pussy over my rampant cock, and her fun began, as she was soon riding me with her normal level, in other words extremely high, of exuberance. As she contained to kiss, more like snog actually, me almost continuously. As for me, being a real submissive, I of course was deriving an enormous amount of satisfaction at the gratification that my efforts were rewarding her with.
However, as it was my first ever day within my new ‘home,’ Amelda only helped herself to two climaxes before she called a halt to proceedings. She wanted to point a few things out to me. She even lifted, not removed note, the blindfold, before releasing me from bondage to the bed. Therefore, for the first time during that day, and it had long gone past midday, I could see but after having spent so long blindfolded it took a little while for my eyes to become adjusted to the light. “This is while you will spend the rest of your life, slut, you completely belong to me now. This is now your home, and this is precisely where you will service my sexuality.”
She then went on to explain about the entry door system, and the effect of the sensor that had been injected within my body. Meaning I could never escape and leave. Also, the knockout gas system. Leaving me in quite a state of shock as the reality of just what she was telling me sunk in. I really was just her property now; she owned me completely. Believe it or not, part of me was actually delighted!
She now showed me around, introducing me to the kitchen, bathroom and gymnasium, giving me quite the ‘conducted tour.’ Explaining how I was to receive my food, and she was not selling me short here. In the outer wall in the kitchen area were mounted two ‘hatch’ like openings. Through one of which I was to receive all of my food and drink. Both of these were very cleverly designed, both featured and inner and outer opening, and again it was utterly impossible for both to be open at the same time, so there would be no escape through either of them. And my body would never fit the space in-between them, sensors would immediately detect if I attempted to do so. The whole system was designed so any fault being detected would result in both openings becoming firmly shut.
As for the quality of food that I was supplied with, it has always been of the highest quality, indeed it is actually the same meals that Amelda McPherson eats herself. I can have no complaints there. She even permits me a, limited admittedly, supply of alcoholic beverages, although I’m never allowed these if she is due to visit for a ‘sex session.’
And the other opening? This is my ‘laundry chute.’ Every day I strip the bed of its bedsheets, and my body of the stockings and suspenders that I wear. Placing said items here, where I will find fresh clean items for that day. Ordered to wear the stockings once I have showered.
She then proudly introduced the gym to me, and all of the equipment present there was of the highest possible quality. Naturally I was encouraged to make full use of this, to keep myself in shape, obviously I would no longer be able to go for a jog, well not of the vertical variety, of course plenty of ‘horizontal jogging’ would be present in my life now!
Having finished the ‘tour’ it was back to the bed, where I was expected to fasten myself to it. Obviously, I couldn’t complete the process, but I could imprison both of my legs and one of my arms, leaving Amelda to complete the job. She explained that this was to be the normal routine from now on, upon receiving a signal that she was ‘visiting,’ I was to perform this, but this is the important bit, I was to fit the blindfold into position over my eyes. Until I had done all of this, she would never open the second, inner, door and come in, bear in mind a camera and screen system allowed her to view just what was occurring from the holding area in-between the entrance doors.
As for the exit procedure, she would release one arm only from the bed, before leaving. Although I was then given the key to the padlocks mounted on the cuff’s buckles, this gave her a ‘head start,’ there was no way I could release myself from the bed before she had left, passing through the inner door.
And I am strictly forbidden to lift or remove the blindfold before a signal indicates that she has left the room. The point of this? Once Amelda replaced the blindfold on that first day, I never set eyes upon her again. Being as that last occasion is getting on for nearly a year ago now, I’ve almost forgotten just how gorgeous my Mistress really is. Just adding to the sense of isolation that I’m kept in.
And, as I stated right at the beginning that is total. I have absolutely no idea just what is occurring in the world without of this building, I am kept in total ignorance of affairs on the outside. For instance, when I was shut away in the early summer of 2024, the U.K. was shortly to hold a General Election, in which the Labour Party was expected to triumph easily. Did they? I have no idea. I am a total petrolhead, Max Versteppan’s early form in the F1 championship was starting to show signs of being challenged by the McLaren team. Did he manage to hold on? Again, I don’t know. On two wheels, the 2024 Moto GP season was shaping up to be a battle between Pecco Bagnaia and Jorge Martin, but once more, I have no notion at all of which one of them was successful. It’s fair to say that Amelda McPherson keeps me in complete ignorance now. Just as she wants it, I am her complete and utter sex toy now, to use just when and how she sees fit.
At first glance this might appear not to be the case as there is an expensive and superb wall mounted television within the annex, which I can view completely. But there is no broadcast fed from the outside world available to me. All that I can view on it is pre-recorded, a very full range of movies is available to me, plus recordings of just what the activities that Amelda and I indulge in, I am definitely encouraged to ‘re-visit’ these, but nothing from outside. Her control of my knowledge is totally and absolute.
On occasion Amelda will, upon entering, release me from the bed, handcuffing my arms behind my back. In order for me to ‘clean’ her leather boots once more. And recently she has introduced a new addition to our games, one that requires another person into the annex, but being blindfolded I have no idea just who this is, whether Amelda utilises the same person for this role each time, or employs a different member of her staff, I couldn’t say. Especially as this second person never speaks, I guess that any instructions that Mistress issues them with are discussed outside.
The ‘job’ of this second person? To chain Amelda’s body to mine, in a complete mirror image, her ankles and wrists coupled to mine, with leather cuffs also fitted around our hands complete with interlinked fingers. Thus, she is as captive as me, also fastened to the bed, albeit indirectly. She’s developed a real taste for being placed in this situation, and I’m not complaining at all, I’m finding it a REAL turn-on, in fact I really LOVE it!
Oh, I forgot to mention that I also have the use of a quality stereo music system available to me, obviously with no outside radio link naturally. Amongst the extensive range of pre-recorded albums I can enjoy is one whose title rather brilliantly sums up my life, totally under Amelda’s control now. Introduced to me by my dad, whose own father was the cause of his appreciation of this work, we are talking about music first written in the early 1980s after all. Performed by a group named Black Sabbath, it was their first album released after their original singer, Ozzy Osbourne, had left to be replaced by the lyrical genius, Ronnie James Dio. It’s called ‘Heaven and Hell,’ as I say, a good description of the state of my life now.
Let’s start with the ‘hell’ bit first. This is obviously when Amelda isn’t here, when I’m left all alone, completely shut off from the world, wondering just why I’m alive at all.
But right now, I’m in heaven. Amelda has just laid herself on top of my bound body, and this second person, like I say somebody whom I have no idea is, occupied with the joyful task of imprisoning her to me, both of us blindfolded naturally. When she will take full advantage of said form, using it completely selfishly, to bring herself to sexual climax after climax, as she shags me into the middle of next week. This then, is the purpose of my life now to just be the total,
SEX SLUT OF AMELDA McPHERSON.
Love to be tied-up, gagged and tickled ! 