Chapter Five
Ground Rules
My consciousness resurfaced to the face that haunted my dreams, to which I first awoke in this sweetful, nightmarish land of torture filled bliss.
I had been locked up for several days, perhaps weeks. At least, I think so. Time passes more slowly when you’re bound and gagged and never once had I been given free roam of the cell; the faded, painted line on the floor was the limit of my existence, the collar and chain were measured just right to prevent my crossing over and punching a hole in the invisible wall that cut the cell in half. The straightjacket seemed to become a permanent part of me, like a second skin I would never shed. Once in a while the sleeves were loosened so that I might exercise my arms, but there were always several doms who surrounded me,
