Aarla's Descent - Chapter VIII. (Patreon)

The next day you wake up aroused, but also with thirst and hunger. You tense your arms against the straitjacket, twisting them and jerking them in any direction you could. But just like the last time, your efforts are in vain.

"Mhm!" biting on the ballgag, you grunt. Then you resort to try again, the cage rocked around you between the vehement motions. What makes you nervous is that you no longer feel helpless. You feel calm. What’s more: A portion of your heart already awaits Mr. Garcia.

No! you think to yourself, the epiphany of your silent struggle. But it is too late, and you can hear the door open with a hissing sound.

"Good morning, pet," Mr. Garcia says.

He steps close to the cage, and from behind you he starts to grope your breasts. "Mhmm!" you groan, then his hands wonder between your legs again, a set of fingers massaging your clit, two other moving up and down inside your vagina. Then, just like the last time, the fingers leave, your soul wanting them to return.

"Today we will learn how to walk," he says. You can hear the cage’s door opened, and you are escorted outside. He grabs your upper arms, and gets you in a standing position. Then suddenly he lets you go, and you almost collapse on the floor, your adenian brain coming to the rescue.

"Tricky, huh?" he asks. But you really doubt he wants to hear an answer.

He steps behind you, and you can feel his arms grab your shoulder. You are turned around, presumably so you could have more room to walk. But then you are bent down, your legs spread, and he thrusts his cock inside you.

"Mhmmm!" you moan as you can feel the entire shaft within the confines of your walls. Only for it to leave almost completely. Then to return again. The motion repeated sixteen times as you stand there, your arms tense against the straitjacket. A warm, wet feeling, and you realize that he came, the shaft slipped out completely before you would reach your peak.

"Do you want to come, Aarla?" he asks.

You nod.

"And can you do it?" he asks.

You shake your head.

"Come on, try to reach down there. Just for me," he says.

Complacent, you obey, but as expected, your arms are stopped by the material.

"You see, you can’t. Only I can do it," he says. You can feel your leash grabbed, and you hear footsteps. "So what is going to happen now, is that you will try to impress me. You will try to walk for me, perfectly. And if you can’t do that, if I have to catch you over and over again, I will refrain from giving you an orgasm. All in the name of good, of course. As this will motivate you to learn faster."

"Ready?" he asks a second later.

You nod.

"Excellent," he says, and he steps forward. You can feel your leash tense between his hand and the O-ring on your neck. You take a small step in the ballet boots, and you succeed. Then he steps again, and you follow, the second step also successful. By the third time, you are braver. But you fail: the tip of the boots are just too small, and he has to catch you as you fall forward.

"That was not very impressive, darling," he says.

"Mhm!" you grunt. It is really a dirty trick that he employs. Its not enough that you got aroused by struggling in the straitjacket. But to be denied after being entered? The cruelest thing an owner could do!

"Let’s try again, shall we?" he asks, and he steps again. Your leash tense, you follow. And for a number of steps you are just fine. But the damned tip is too small, and he has to catch you again.

"Come on, darling!" he says. But you fall again.

"Come on!" But you fall again.

And again. And again. And again. For numerous hours, in a never ending spree of failure. In the end, you are escorted in front of the cage, and knelt down before him, your ballgag unlocked and now departing your lips.

You open your mouth, tongue out, as it was explained to you earlier. But instead of a cock, you receive a question.

"How would you rate your performance, my dear?"

"I did my best, Master," you answer. You do not dare to close your mouth. Instead, you keep it open, muttering the words.

"And you did not exactly impress me, my pet," he says.

"I really tried..." you say, but he grabs your jaw with his hand.

"A-a-a-a," he says. "This is not what you say when this happens." He tilts you head up, but he doesn’t let go of your jaw. "What do we say when this happens?"

"I’m sorry, Master," you correct yourself.

"You are sorry for what?" he asks.

"I’m sorry that I failed to impress you, Master," you answer.

"Good pet," he adds. "You will have many owners over the years. If you fail to keep this in mind, you will get some serious punishments."

You can hear his zipper unlocked, and his cock is pushed inside your open mouth, the tip of the shaft to stop inside your throat. You start to suck on the cock, as expected, and you get a load on your tongue after a couple of minutes.

"Excellent, pet," he says, and he locks back your ballgag. "We will continue in the evening," he adds, and you are escorted back inside the cage. After that, he leaves you alone, and you can hear the door closing behind him.

Frustrated, you start to struggle in the straitjacket. But you just can’t do anything. And the challenge itself was impossible. The average person takes weeks, or even months to learn how to walk in these boots. And you guess he expects you to do it until you get to Adenia, just so you could be in full gear as a symbol of his power. What’s more, he didn’t even feed you. So now you will have to stay here hungry until the night.

Furious, you continue to struggle. But its just senseless. Finally, you give up, and you decide to wait until he returns, adamant to do the best that could be expected from you.