The Prison - Cap 4 (Patreon)

- It's all right. Sit there and relax Dillan.

- How can I relax?

- Welcome to Sir Merlin's prison. You'll understand the rules soon. It's simple. You're a volunteer, aren't you?

- Yea. Besides me. Two more friends came.

- oohh.... how cool. new people on the block. And who captured you to come here?

- I remember some girls from a fetish club. Damn my head hurts.

- Ahhh ... it's a cocktail they give to forget some memories, but that passes. - I commented then Dillan continued.

- I remember that they seduced and encouraged him to close a two-year contract in prison. Here we are. But I didn't expect to go through all this...

Soon Dillan started squeezing to try to move the straitjacket.

ohhh anxious guy.

- Some guys came and ended up kidnapping us, this is out of the deal.... Help! help! I want to get out of here.

Dillan started screaming like crazy.

Oh shit.

A sophisticated prison like Sir Merlin's has all kinds of technological resources.

One of them is the control collars that all prisoners here wear.

I have used different types of collar throughout my life in the DOM Society. From the day my owners adopted me to serve them I received one.
Collars are the ultimate symbols of Dom society and all submissives must wear one.

But Sir Merlin's collar has an ultra modern device, it releases a neural signal that erases the prisoner's brain causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

The rookie, or rather Dillan, didn't see his collar activate the orange warning signal until it triggers the red one.

The leash makes a noise and I see Dillan fall limp onto the bed.

So simple and painless, you will wake up a few hours calmer.

No problems.

I had told him not to scream.